#ww84 au

[galaxyedging]

Sex Worker!Max Lord x ofc ( Max's reader from It Could Be Better no name or description.)

Warnings: Unprotected P in V sex. M!&F! receiving oral. Edging. Brief breeding kink. Cream pie. Cum eating. (Parts of this felt dirty even to me!😬)

Summary: Max gives a very impassioned pitch for a location for his new motel venture.

WC:1.7k

Part of And It Just Keeps Getting Better. Following on from It Could Be Better.

The Motel

Out in the woods, there's a motel. A motel that looks more chic that in should against it's surroundings. It's bordered by a forest of thick, almost impenetrable, years old trees. A single dirt road is the only access. The only indication of what is down the dirt road is a wooden sign on the edge of the highway that reads, in scrolling hand painted letters…

Hotel del Deseo.

The local townsfolk hear things no and then. When the wind blows through the pines just right, it carries the sounds of music and revelry. With the nights so much clearer out there than the city, a halo of light can be seen in the sky. It's the colour that always confuses people as the drive by, red. The locals know better. They see the cars full of excited people driving up there. The same people drive back down with sated, dreamy smiles. They have no confusion as to what is going on up there. Especially as they receive a tidy sum donated to their town funds to keep the place quiet. 

The motel had caught Max's eye instantly. Recently renovated, a new pool put in, the rights secured to develop on the land out back. "....it's private. There is only one very small town on the way there but it is not too rural as to be hard to get to…." Max practically vibrated with excitement as he rattled off his reasons that he had to have the motel to his business partner. Who found his passion for the place very sexy and decided to redirect it for her personal gain. 

"Max. Is that anyway to pitch an idea to me? You can't just dump a load of information on me. You need to slow down."

"I'm sorry. I…" Max stopped when she silenced him with a wave of her hand. 

"It's okay, Pretty. I'll help you keep a better pace."

The bed creaked as his love arched up off it for the fifth time. "MAX! Nine. Nine, stop."

Obediently he pulled his lips off her clit with a smack and waited for permission.

"Go on, you can tell me one more thing." While she drifted back down from almost reaching her peak, Max told her another reason that they had to buy the motel. "Er…oh…there's a beautiful lake just through the forest. That shore can only be accessed from the motel."

Sensing that Max had blown his load, pitch wise, she let him off the hook. "Thank you, Max. I'll take that all under consideration. Not if you don't mind wrapping this up." With another wave of her hand as his cue Max dived back into her pussy his full lips sucked and dragged over her clit until she came violently with a death grip on his hair. The edging of the past twenty minutes all returning to her body with a vengeance. Max's tongue laved, longingly at her slit. Not too much to overwhelm her in her sensitive state but just enough to be, even in part, inside her. He was a red blooded man and could only take so much teasing.

"I will take a look at your paperwork. Go get it." She dismissed him. Max rose awkwardly from the bed, his thick length jutted out uncomfortably. 

Returning with the file, she cooed at him sweetly. "Thank you, Max." Before turning over on her stomach to read the pages before her. 

Max hovered by the bed, trying desperately not to rearrange himself and look as desperate as he felt.

"Do you need something, Max? Oh, I see. Come closer." She beconned him with one finger. The same finger traced the outline of his swollen, eager cock. "Oh, Sweetheart, do you need help with this?"

Max's hair shook as nodded profusely. It fell in waves as the sweat from his earlier efforts attempted to curl it.

"Do you want to slide your cock through all the mess you've made between my legs?"

Another bounce of his near curly hair.

"You've done so well to get this all together. My brilliant businessman. Do you want to show me how a big, strong, cutthroat businessman fucks his woman?"

The bob of his head was accompanied by an escaping gasp and his brown eyes being eclipsed by the desire that mainly remains hidden with her. The desire to dominate her.

Placing the file out of reach, she expert Max to lift up her hips and take her from behind right there. Max had other ideas. Strong hands dragged her by hers. He led her to the sun bathing platform out back. Roughly his hands found her shoulders and shoved her down her knee. The same hands found her hair and his cock. Holding her in place he stuffed her mouth full until she protested with a tug of her head in his grip. Max only drew back a little before shoving himself back in. 

"I want to be nice and ready before I take your cunt." Max very rarely spoke like that. Waves of fresh arousal made her cum drip down the inside of her thighs.

Max was delighted to see this when he manhandled her into position. He lay her on her side with her knees up. One leg remained on the cushioned, wooden surface. The other wrapped around his narrow waist, spreading her open to give him access to her clit and a wonderful view. He bottomed out and began to thrust, giving her no time to adjust. He brushed off her pleas as he picked up pace. If she truly wanted him to stop, she knew what to say. His hand worked her slick clit. His body was just on autopilot, it knew exactly how to chase both their heights. His mind could think of nothing but filling her with his cum. Originally, she was the one that it drove wild but the more he did it the more he wanted to see it. The power of the ownership it displayed on her body. The most intimate thing he did with her. Only him. A tiny part of his primitive brain thought about how wet she would become if it took. How her tits would swell, how they would leak just as much as her pussy for him. As he fought to push the thought away his body protested by having his seed spurt forth. He managed to pull out a little in defiance. The warm creamy fluid gathered at her entrance. His hand found her hair again to sit her up. 

"Look." He made her watch as his fingers worked his cum all over her puffy, freshly fucked pussy. He shoved some of it back inside her. His thick fingers drumming against her g-spot. His other hand used it to lube up her clit so his fingers could flick over it with ease. They both watched, hypnotised as the rhythmic clamping of her orgasming heat pushed his seed out all over his hand. When she was still again, Max shoved his fingers in her mouth challenging her to clean him off. She rose to his challenge with fervour. Her tongue ran over his knuckles only to be met by his as it swept through their joint release. They savoured every drop before chasing it on each other's tongues. 

The hotel had remained frozen in time for almost a year before the doors opened again. It spent the time in silence gathering dust. Its walls had no stories to tell. Until they arrived. It was cleaned up, given a new purpose. The fresh pine scented air flowed through its windows. It blew away the cobwebs. Slowly, life returned. So much of life! Love, desire, joy, friendship, heart break. Over the next year the walls saw it all.

It started with a couple. Deeply in love and partners in every aspect of their lives. Then they gradually gathered the rest of them. The first one they found walked up the path with a regal air about him. He walked as if the world should throw itself at his feet, as if everyone should be on their knees for him. By the time he left the couple the next morning, everyone had been on their knees for him. 

Author's note: I wanted the motel to have a cheesy love themed name. I tried 'hotel of love' in Google translate to see what that sparked. I came up 'deseo' as an option for love and desire. So I thought Hotel of Desire was a suitably Mills and Boon type name. I translated it back into English to get an idea of what it means in Spanish. I almost didn't believe my eyes when the translator popped out..'wish hotel'!

[jessicas-pi]

i will just find a random film score that i vibe with and listen to it on repeat while writing and i think that is so valid of me

[magpie-to-the-morning]

Ouuu for the Pedro ask game, 11, 14, 18! 💜💜

Hello lovely! Thanks for asking 🥰

11. Which sequel movie is the best? Kingsman Golden Circle, The Equalizer 2, or WW84? Bonus: what other sequel would you like to see Pedro have a part in?

I think Kingsman holds up better as a film, or at least, it’s the one I found the most genuinely entertaining and am most likely to watch a second time. And oo that’s such a good question 👀 Hm… I’m still dying to see him in a romcom so maybe a spiritual sequel/remake of something like French Kiss lol.

14. If you could only ever read or write fics for one Pedro character who would it be?

This so hardddddddd. Hmmm. Probably Din. There’s endless kinds of stories to tell in the Star Wars universe, which would help. I would absolutely cheat and do modern AUs too, though :p

18. Travel through the Green with Ezra or through the jungle with Frankie?

In the one hand, I want to know if I’d be stuck w the events or general circumstances of the movies? But then again, both situations are dangerous and uncomfortable so…. Frankie. Despite my concerns about Canon!Frankie, the heart wants what it wants and I want that sweet, damp, put-upon pilot man.

[appropriatelystupid]

ww84 was on at work the last couple days and so i am once again thinking about my sg crossover au where lynda carter’s president marsden is an alias of asteria and also secretly lena’s birth mom

[pedroshotwifey]

Help :')

Hey y'all! So sorry if i'm being annoying, but I just wanted to ask one more time which Pedro Boy we wanted featured in the Halloween special story. (Reader and Pedro Boy will be at an 80's themed Halloween party and PB is a werewolf so it will be my first monster fucking fic) I have it narrowed down to two options, and I know Frankie won the poll last time, but I just realized that I'm a dumbass and it would be stupid to do modern au since Max Lord is actually from the 80's. Unless, of course, that's what y'all wanted, in which case it would not be stupid at all. Just to double check, please drop your vote!! If you have no idea what i'm talking about, please let me know in the comments or feel free to message me so I can fill you in. thx for putting up with my bs

[pilotspy]

This was probably funnier in my head, but oh well.

AU where Steve comes back to the future again and Diana is introducing him to the team, and he meets Donna Troy (who looks a hell of a lot like Diana) and he has a five second panic attack think he and Diana had a kid because of activities they did in WW84.

[side-fics]

Role swap au with Whiskey in WW84 and Max Lord in K:TGC

[sungbeam]

XNONIE PRESENT (FINALLY) !!!

hi beam! college has been kicking my butt recently ☹️ idk how ppl do it but i'm dragging myself through the week right now LMAO

i don't see anything 😀 when i search up my asks 😀 so i unfortunately 😀 have a very vague 😀 idea of our last convo 😀

but i DO remember that you asked about dc!! i'm glad u asked b/c i'm actually trying to get into dc right now! i'm watching titans season 1 on hbo max, recently watched black adam, saw ww84, & saw the new batman movie a while ago! beast boy is kinda 😍💖💕💗💞 in titans HEHEHE- my favorite dc characters rn are him & starfire but i really wanna delve into the franchise more!! who are ur dc biases so far 🙏 (yes we'll be using kpop terminology for non-kpop fandoms from now on)

also i have NOT listened to 28 reasons by seulgi yet b/c of my schedule i feel like such a fake reveluv but i'm looking into that 😭 AND YES GIVE CRAVITY SOME LOVE ON PARTY ROCK <3 i'm taeyoung biased ever since i saw his tiktoks (all their tiktoks are iconic tbh they keep up w/ trends LOL)

HOW HAVE U BEEN BTW?? and are u excited for wakanda forever? i can't believe its coming so soon alreadyyyy 😟❗️

XNONIE !!! BFF !!! I'M SO SORRY FOR MY LATE REPLY I'VE JUST LACKED SO MUCH ENERGY TO EVEN REPLY TO ASKS THIS WEEK (´Д⊂ヽ but i was so excited to see u active and alive akcnekfnek idk how people do it either tbh :') like i felt that so hard when u said ur practically dragging urself thru the week like me too dude, me too 😔 LMAO SOMETHING IS UP W TUMBLR TAGS 🗿🗿🗿 as there always is tbh, but i went thru and found my latest response so i'll link it here BAHHAHA

AHHHH DC YESYES !!! i actually haven't watched the live action titans series yet :0 but i follow ryan potter on instagram so i've def seen some stuff for it !! he's so hot tho so true 😩😩😩 i kinda wish he was casted as nightwing/dick grayson cuz he would've made a really good one, but the current one i think fits as well :') ahh yes i actually am not the greatest fan of dc movies lmao just cuz their animated tv shows r just top notch and so much better imo but i did enjoy the first wonder woman and robert pattinson's the batman !! ooh my dc biases? it's prob the bat boys AHAHAHHA i'm writing an au inspired by them actually rn hehe so basically nightwing/dick grayson, red hood/jason todd, and red robin/tim drake, but i am also particularly fond of roy harper/speedy and robin/damian wayne @_@ they all make my mind go brrrr (wbu tho 👀👀)

AHHHHH WAKANDA FOREVER I HAVENT WATCHED IT YET I FEEL SO SAD ☹️☹️☹️ it's cuz college has also been kicking my ass and watching marvel movies is a thing my family does together and it's just not the same going to see it in theaters w anyone else :( so i've been holding back skcnekfn have u seen it tho :0 i'm also so very excited for quantumania !!! (ﾉ´∀｀*) IT LOOKS SO SO SO GOOD SKFNKENFKD I LOVE PAUL RUDD PLS GIVE THAT MAN AN OSCAR RN

okok i think i also was gonna bring up the fact that i wanted to write another mcu au for svt?? like ik we were talking abt the xmen au, but i was thinking abt making minghao scarlet witch and basically yn is like the one person who truly saw him and when he lost u, all hell broke loose (like in wandavision), and so it's like him recreating a life w u while his friends on the outside r trying to break him out of it before the stinky government folks do skcnwidn

[ofkingsandlionhearts]

“I’ll always love you.  No matter where I am.”

[kingofkingdom-archive]

Your Wish Is My Command

Pairing: Maxwell Lord (WW84) X Fem!Reader

A/N: Thank you all so much for the love on my last story! I’m grateful for all the feedback and can’t wait to get back to anyone who’s replied or reblogged it or whateva. This one’s pretty different - Recovery was mainly plot with a bit of porn, this is... well, the opposite of that. ;) As always, heed the tags/warnings, and again there is no use of Y/N here.

Rating: Explicit (18+ only!)

Summary: You have a gift - a powerful, unique, dangerous gift, and King Maxwell wants to take full advantage.

You’ll let him.

Warnings: mostly smut, Maxwell being an absolute jackass (no redemption arc here folks), you encouraging and very much liking the jackassery, brief mention of abuse/trauma, greedy authoritarian behavior, kinda spoilers for ww84

Tags: semi-public sex, exhibitionism, royalty kink (?), unprotected sex, implied and/or inferred consent (i.e. not explicit but there), Maxwell’s POV (until very end), fingering, p-in-v sex, come marking

Word Count: 3.4k

"The messenger you requested, reporting back from the northern provinces, sire."

King Maxwell of the house Lord, sitting in the throne gifted to him by birthright, dismisses the servant with a wave of his hand. He's become quite irritated with the futility of his efforts concerning this matter, and therefore has little patience for further delay. The future of his lands, his wealth, his power, rests on the shoulders of these menial workers and the news they provide. It bears no repeating that should they continue to come up empty-handed, someone is going to lose their head.

He needs the girl, and then it will be sealed. He will crush all opposition and assert his dominance over the entire region, coast to coast.

The messenger, a boy no more than 15, scurries into the room. His hair is tousled under his cap, which he hastily removes in the presence of the king. He bows, deeply and with a flourish, before standing upright.

Max watches with disinterest, legs spread over the velvet seat and head resting on his fist. His rings dig into his temple.

"We believe we've found her, sire."

That grabs his attention. He sits forward, both hands gripping the arms of his throne.

"You believe you have? Have you or have you not?"

The boy swallows, growing pale. "We-we have, your majesty. It's just, uh, we-we can't p-p-prove it's her until she demonstrates the gift."

The king groans, rolling his eyes and rubbing a hand over his face. These people are impossible.

"Where is she, then? Have you at least brought her along?"

The boy nods frantically. "Yes, your majesty. She's been quartered in the guest wing, with two guards to watch her."

Immediately, Maxwell stands. Everyone in the room looks up at him, and he adjusts his sleeves. The boy is nearly trembling.

"Well, then take me to her," he orders, and the boy hesitates.

"Now!"

The messenger boy practically trips over his own feet in haste to correct his error. He sets a quick pace to the guest wing in order to account for the king's long strides, head bowed and arms stiff as he does so.

The room is located to the east of that which houses his throne, on the third floor, overlooking the orchards. Maxwell follows the boy, wooden-soled shoes echoing on the gleaming marble floors of his palace. Mirrors line each hallway, along with fine art ranging from rare vases to family portraits. 

Maxwell sees the door as soon as they turn a corner, identifiable by the armored men who stand at either side of it. The boy stops and gestures to the door with a shaking hand.

"Just in here, y-"

"I can see that," the king barks, ignoring the boy completely. "You are dismissed."

He hears footsteps retreat quickly down the hall as he checks his appearance in a mirror. Not a hair out of place, not a wrinkled seam in sight. The king sighs, smiling as he admires himself. He takes a moment before turning to the door, the door that hides behind it wealth and prosperity like nothing he's ever known.

The guards simply bow as he approaches them. Maxwell knocks twice on the door and pushes it open.

Inside there is a single room, with a bed and chest of drawers and a vanity. There is a balcony, with glass French doors, through which he can see the shape of a woman standing and looking out over the scenery. 

She leans one hip against the stone railing, and as Maxwell walks forward he can see that she holds a goblet of wine in one hand. Her dress flows in the light summer breeze, and her hair is decorated in intricate braids, ribbon laced throughout.

The girl does not see him, yet. He stands in the doorway, hands clasped behind his back, watching her.

"Is it true?" he asks, after he's looked his fill. 

The young woman starts, a gasp escaping her lips. She turns to look towards the voice she has heard and startles again, seeing the king himself staring quite intently at her.

"Your majesty," she breathes, a smile ghosting across her lips. She bows deeply and then looks up at him, eyes bright and playful.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, my dear. I've heard many... extraordinary things about you."

Maxwell is immediately taken with her. Not only is she quite beautiful, despite her pauper's clothing, but she is one of few who have not reacted to him with fear or malice. Most begin shaking when they see his face; she, however, seems quite happy to see him.

"Oh, sire, the pleasure is entirely mine," she responds, voice soft, like music to Max's ears. "What things could you have heard about someone as lowly as I?" Her words are humble, but he senses a hint of teasing in them - as though she knows exactly what he's heard, but just wants him to say it.

"You are rumored to possess a very unique skill, one that I am most interested in learning about." He plays along, because her elusiveness frustrates him much less when she's right in front of him.

The king is a very visual man. 

He steps forward, fully onto the balcony now. She backs up until her back hits the railing, smile never leaving her face, even as the king crowds into her.

"I possess many skills which I would be happy to demonstrate to you," she says, and Max does not miss the meaning she intends to convey in those words. His eyes darken, his blood running hot at the thought of the many things she could give him. The things he could take from her willingly, without the hassle of a fight.

"It is said that you grant wishes," he murmurs, looking down at her. Max finds he quite likes this view, her looking up to her king. "One must only touch you and state their wish, and it will be so."

The girl chuckles, and daringly takes a sip of her wine. Maxwell grins, before reaching a hand up and grabbing the wine from her grasp. He tosses the liquid out over the ground below and carelessly throws the goblet over the edge to follow its contents.

The girl does not bat an eye.

"What you have heard," she mutters, eyes slipping down to his lips and back up again, "is true."

The king runs his hand up her side, settling at her ribs just beside her breast, savoring the way she shivers at his touch. His fingers splay out over the bare skin of her back, warm and soft and hinting at more.

 He dips his head down so that his nose brushes against hers, mouths nearly touching.

"Is there a limit," he breathes, because he knows he must ask this, "to your generosity, my dear?"

The girl smiles, placing a hand on his bicep. Her small fingers feel divine against him, even there.

"No," she whispers back. 

Maxwell hums, stroking his thumb idly along her warm, soft skin. He needs to confirm that she's telling the truth, as tempting as it is to believe her outright. The way she's looking at him... she'd let him do anything to her. The thought is as enticing as it is dangerous. 

"I wish to find a raven's feather in my shirt pocket," he says, and then feels a slight breeze on the back of his neck.

The king reaches into his pocket, and his fingers brush against exactly the object he wished for. He pulls it out to show the girl. She smiles and runs a hand up to his shoulder, resting her wrist there. His loose linen shirt, which flutters lightly in the wind against his tanned skin, is perfect for a summer's day like this - and when he feels the warmth of her hand through it he thanks his past self for selecting it this morning.

"What a remarkable gift you have," he comments, and tucks the feather behind her ear.

An endearing blush rises to her cheeks, and though she ignores it, the king takes notice. "Thank you, your majesty."

At that moment, an idea forms in his mind. It's devious, downright lecherous and more the act of some tavern drunkard than a king, but she is sure to react well, if he's gauged her correctly. 

"You said there's no limit on the wishes you can grant a single person?"

"Yes, sire. I did."

A smirk forms on the king's face. "Then I wish, my dear, for you to be naked."

The wind around them picks up again and the girl gasps. In the blink of an eye, her plain, beige dress has disappeared, leaving nothing behind. She is a vision, bare and beautiful in the midday light like this.

Maxwell is immediately hard. Not only is there a gorgeous, naked woman before him, but his absolute, unlimited power has just been confirmed and lies at his fingertips. He is unstoppable now, now that he has her.

The girl's hands fly up to grasp at his shoulders as his own trace over her curves. Her hips, her waist, her thighs - one of which he brings up to hook around his own hip - all of it is open and shimmering before him. 

"They said - in my village, they said you are a monster," she says, though her words trail off into a moan as one of the king's hands finds her breast. He tugs at her nipple, squeezing and pulling at the supple flesh, drawing sweet sounds from her pink mouth.

"Is that so?"

She nods. "I would look at your portraits and - and think... I'd think, no... no man so handsome could be so evil."

The king laughs, dipping his head to lick at her neck. She tosses her head back, giving him full access to the elegant column of her throat. 

"And even... even if you are what they said... I don't - I don't care."

Maxwell groans just as she says it, biting a bruise into the junction between her shoulder and neck. He trails bites and kisses down her collarbones, leaving his marks across her unblemished skin.

"I am," he murmurs into her ear, smoothing a hand over her stomach so that his middle finger comes to glide over the thick hair that covers her mound. He dips it into her folds, rubbing softly at the wet, slippery flesh there until she moans, high-pitched and needy. He grins, licking his tongue into the shell of her ear.

"I am a monster, my dear," he whispers.  "Every vile thing they said about me is true. And... I wish to fill my personal vaults with triple the gold. I wish to increase my fleets tenfold, with loyal soldiers to match. I wish to never see you leave these palace grounds so long as I live."

The wind picks up considerably around them. The king presses a finger against her opening, hot and dripping for him, and slides it in. Her moans are heavenly, loud and unashamed as he violates her in the open, where anyone could look up and see them. Her cunt opens for his finger, the gold and precious jewels of his rings swallowed by her sweet embrace. Her hands grip at his neck while her leg draws him closer. He adds a second, and it enters just as easily.

The king begins to fuck her with his fingers, watching as the muscles in her stomach tense and her eyes go glassy with the feeling.

"I wish to never be challenged by anyone for the throne," he grunts out. The girl moans at his words, and he realizes that she likes it. Not just the way he's touching her, but that he's making his wishes as he does it. He grins at her, predatory, and cups her ass with the hand not currently knuckle-deep in her pussy. His fingers dig in, sharp and strong and unyielding, surely leaving bruises in their wake.

"You like granting my wishes, darling? You enjoy giving me power, worshipping your king?"

She nods, mouth half-open. "Yes, your majesty." Her voice is breathy, the sound of it nearly knocking him out with the way it draws blood from his brain to his cock.

Speaking of which.

Maxwell thrusts a third finger into her cunt, the stretch made easy by the slick leaking out of her profusely. She wails, hands scrabbling at his neck and shoulders and back and the collar of his shirt. 

"Take me out," he orders, and she pauses to look at him, confused. "Take me out of my trousers, my dear. Feel how hard I am for you."

She gasps and her hands fly down to the button at the crotch of his pants. Quickly she fumbles it open, and his hard member pushes up into her palms. The girl gives the king's dick a squeeze, and he grits his teeth, moaning.

"I wish to claim all of the lands in the south as my own. I wish to have loyal subjects in every village and town, that no one may ever defy me again. I wish to have any traitors killed without question."

The girl's moans have increased again as she rubs and caresses his cock. Her hands disappear for a moment as she leans back, licking a long stripe from her wrist to fingertips, and returns to her task. 

Maxwell groans, dropping his head forward to press his nose against her skin, breathing in. She smells faintly of lavender, a crop that grows abundantly in the north, sweet and fresh. His tongue darts out to lick away a drop of sweat that rolls down her collarbone. Her hands squeeze and pull at his cock, thumbing at the head and slit and dipping down to fondle his balls on every other stroke.

It feels positively exquisite, but he wants to put his dick to use elsewhere. Somewhere tighter, warmer, wetter. 

The king removes his fingers, drawing a whine from the girl. The noise of it is obscene in itself, squelching and sticky as her cunt tries to cling to his fingers and the jewels that adorn them. He chuckles, lifts his head to meet her gaze, and brings his fingers up to his mouth and licks away her essence. She watches, rapt, as he makes sure to get every inch of the three digits that were inside her. The sight of it makes her keen, high pitched noises spilling out of her lips and eyes watering with desperation and need for him.

The king laughs, the taste of her on his tongue. Someday, he swears, he'll taste this sweet nectar straight from the source.

Now is not the time.

He brings his spit-soaked hand down to his red, throbbing cock, giving it a few strokes. His other hand slips up to grasp her waist. The girl lifts her leg further, resting her heel against his ass, helping him to guide his length into her.

"What else do you wish for, my king?" she asks, just as the head of his cock notches at her opening. With a grunt, Max pushes in.

Her words, combined with the feeling of her pussy stretched around his dick, causes his vision to blur and images to flash in his mind of what's now possible with her gift at his disposal. He pushes in further, drawing another moan from deep within her throat.

"I wish... I wish..."

"Your wildest fantasies, my king..." she urges, grip tightening on his neck and shoulder. "Anything is possible. What do you -- oh!"

As her words soak into his skin, he pushes in further and further, until his balls are nestled squarely at her ass. She's pushing him to take, rather than to give, unlike so many who surround him. It breathes fire into his veins, this woman who's encouraging him to do all the selfish, power-hungry things he'd do anyway, all while he fucks into her like this.

The king draws out and pushes back in in one smooth motion, stealing the breath from her lungs. He presses his lips against hers as he speaks, as he sets a rough pace, fucking her into the stone railing.

"I wish to never fall ill or suffer injury in battle. I wish to have the unwavering allegiance of every foreign leader, and that they will defer to me in all international affairs. I wish for my reign to be the longest this nation has ever seen. I wish to live longer than any other man, and I wish to have you here at my disposal for the entirety of my long life. I wish to never succumb to old age."

By now, the wind is tossing her hair and whistling around them, but Maxwell does not care. He's thrusting into her roughly, recklessly now, and all he can hear are her sweet, delicious moans. Her pussy clenches his cock just so, and he sees nearly sees stars at the feeling. Her tits bounce as he fucks into her, her nudity on full display but only to be taken advantage of by him.

Maxwell adjusts his grip on her waist and thigh, maneuvering her around so that now he's taking her from behind. She leans forward on the railing, looking out over the palace grounds.

"Isn't it beautiful, darling?" he breathes, gripping her ass cheeks now, pumping in and out with increased fervor. "Looking out onto your lands, as far as the eye can see..."

She merely responds with moans, punched out of her with each thrust, and Maxwell feels her cunt throb in a way that tells him her orgasm is imminent. He reaches a hand around and searches for her clit, knowing he finds it when she shouts out. He rubs a finger against the sensitive, pulsing nub until she comes apart, writing and screaming on his cock.

Max feels his own climax approaching, and just before he tips over the edge, he withdraws his cock. Taking himself in hand, he strokes a few times and cums directly onto her ass and lower back, marking her up with his potent, royal seed.

Chest heaving, the king runs his hands through his own semen as it cools on the girl's backside. He rubs it into her skin like a masseuse might a fragrant oil.

Maxwell steps back, admiring his conquest. The girl is still leaning against the railing, head bowed and naked as the day she was born.

"I wish for you to be my queen."

The words are a surprise even to him, though he's not shocked at his own impulsivity; that is a trait of his that has followed him from childhood onward.

The girl turns to look at him.

"You have to be touching me for it to work, sire." She doesn't sound angry with him, which is a relief, though he'd never show it.

"I know, my dearest. I wish it, but I won't compel you."

At that she turns to face him fully. She's got that fucked-out look on her face, to be sure, but now there's something else in her eyes.

"Are you asking me to marry you, King Maxwell?" Her smile is sly, something befitting a woman of much higher status than herself. It makes his cock twitch in a valiant effort to get hard again.

"I suppose so."

"In that case, my answer is yes," she says, and pulls him in by his shirt collar for a searing kiss.

-

The next morning, you wake up sore in an unfamiliar bed.

You look around for a moment, taking in the luxurious decor and faint smell of roses, until you remember where you are. Who you are, now.

Your head rests not on a pillow - something much warmer than that. It rises and falls softly, and then you realize there's a weight around your waist that feels distinctly like an arm. Lifting your head just slightly, you see the king himself asleep above you, face soft and youthful in rest.

As you lay your head down on his chest to fall back asleep, you can't help but think of the people back in your village. The horrors you endured at their hands once they learned of your gift. The nightmares you still have because of what they did.

You think of how much they suffer under the rule of the king - of your husband - and you fall asleep with a smile on your face.

[galaxyedging]

Sex worker!Max Lord x f!reader.

WC:1.7k

Warnings: Unprotected sex. A little angst.

Summary: There's that rule about not mixing business with pleasure. What happens when pleasure is your business? Max is about to find out.

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Redrafting

Max turned your reaction over and over in his mind. It was obvious that control was a big issue for you.

All your interactions were on your terms. Even in the moment, you would control everything. Shifting your body to move him where you needed him. Or flat out ordering him to move. The money you gave him was good. Who was he to question your motives? Friday night rolled around. The scent of coconut met him at the door. The sight of you in your short robe that barely covered anything greeted him. 

"Come on in." The room had a few little candles dotted around. The ambient light was low. 

Max was inside and shrugging off his jacket as usual when you caught his arm. He stopped his movement and he left the jacket in place. 

"I want to apologise, Max. For the other day. It's not an excuse but I spent all day walking a tightrope at work. If I don't speak up I'm freeloading off the ideas of others. If I do speak up I'm a bitch. If I'm friendly I'm leading them on. If I'm not friendly enough I'm a frigid bitch. It's just hard being damned if you do and damned if you don't just because you happen to be female. I wanted to be the one in complete control for once." The longest sigh you let out tugged at his heart strings. "I understand if you want to stop this. There was no time frame in your contract. We can just stop."

Max continued to remove his jacket.

"I can understand how that must be difficult. I prayed on it before, that insecurity that society seems to hard wire into women. I had one steal for me, so I could get what I wanted, just by making her feel seen."

"Wow, it seems like we both have a mean streak. I guess we deserve each other." 

Max's lips parted in a silent question. "Obviously not like that." You waved a hand in dismissal. "Rule two still stands. But, I guess it wouldn't be so bad to loosen some of the other rules I've imposed on myself. I wouldn't mind if you took care of me again. You're a nice guy Max. I can see that. Even if you can't. If you're alright with it, I'd like to keep this going."

"It's more than alright with me."

With that a weight was lifted and you snapped back to your usual, confident self."Good. I was hoping we could try something different tonight."

The coconut candles continued into the bedroom. The scent reminded Max of drinks on the beach in the summer heat. The memories warmed his skin but nowhere near home much your next sentence did."I was thinking I could give you some control tonight." You dropped your robe leaving you bare to him without  a care in the world. "As always I have some rules. No missionary or similar intimate positions. The main one is that you come inside me."

Max's curiosity got the better of him. He decided to push his luck while you were being so open. "Why that rule in particular?"

"I don't know. It just does something for me. Everyone's got something. You clearly have a thing for praise, Pretty Boy." A flush burned his cheeks. "I don't know why you get so embarrassed about it. You are."

"Thank you." He looked even more embarrassed.

"Right, well this is feeling a bit too familiar. You wanna get to work?"

Max had asked a pretty damn good question. What was it about a man filling your cunt with his cum that drove you crazy? Could you still have a breeding kink if you didn't want kids? Was it the sinful waste that called to your lapsed Catholic upbringing? Something about it always felt naughty and wrong, even with you using birth control. The thought occupies you until Max decides he wants to take you from behind. And what a good choice it was. Max certainly knew his way around a vagina. He knew every spot to make you feel good and just how to hit it. He hit the last spot perfectly when he purred "Can I come inside you?"

It was your turn to beg for a change. "Please, Max. Give it to me. I need it."

It felt better than you remembered when he spilled inside you. Two large hands came to palm your breasts as he pulled you up flush to him.

The sounds Max made when he came made you want to double his fee. You had never heard a man get so lost in his enjoyment. He would moan deeply. Whimper your name when your touch was too much, which you made sure was often for Max. Always just pushing him just a little further to hear his panted whines and pleas. It was a rush to have such a man beg for you. 

When Max walked into a room people paid attention. They were attracted to him. Whether that attraction be physical or to his energy. When Max was in his element he could charm the birds out of the trees. You knew he was accused of being some sort of con artist. The details were fuzzy in your memory. It made sense when you saw the two men he was. The confident one he presented to the world was almost its own con. Sure, Max was confident but he didn't think he deserved anything that came with that confidence. The attraction. The admiring glances. The envy. The Max he let you make him during your time together was more comfortable in his skin. Ordering him around, making him beg for you, that seemed to be what he thought he deserved. That's where the aftercare came in, you wanted to show him what he truly deserves.

In your heart, you had so much love to share but no one to share it with. The job you moved her for took up most of your time. Aside from your Sunday night call to your parents, you didn't tell anyone you loved them. There were a few acts of service you did for your female friends at work but even then they had to be kept quiet. There was no room to show weakness if you wanted to move further up the company.

Max quivered, giving a final choked off whine as he pumped the last of his cum inside you. The sounds of him panting and cursing in Spanish made you smile. A smile played on his lips and dragged over your shoulder. He pressed the occasion kiss along the path he traced up your neck and behind your ear. For a moment he just pressed his head to yours, his arms still around you. His cock softening inside you. Post coital bliss settled under your skin as Max settled over it. You should move. This was too close to something more intimate. You would just let him catch his breath then send him away. When Max's breathing settled, you turned your head to dismiss him. That was a mistake. Those captivating brown eyes caught you in them. Caught in their trap you stayed where you were, saying nothing. Just being there, lips hovering so close to him. It wouldn't take much to lean in. To fall into him. To let the feelings in your chest rule over the thoughts in your head. You knew he would be so soft with you if you asked him. Even without being paid. 

The line came into focus. He was being paid. This was a job for him, nothing more. You had bought a service that you needed. 

"Max, why don't you go get a shower?" He looked a little confused. Almost always you had him make you come at least twice, he hadn't even achieved that once, your bare pussy being too much for him, before running him a bath. Reluctantly he obeyed.

Once you heard the shower running, you lay yourself down to finish what Max had started. There was no way you could have his hands on you in your current emotional state. Dipping your fingers inside you felt Max's cum gathered there. A few times you ran your fingers through it aimlessly just enjoying knowing you were full of him.

Max's heavy footsteps on the fall drew you attention. "I'm sorry. I was just coming to ask if you were sure you didn't need anything else."

Fuck, he was pretty. He was naked and willing. And sweet. And charming. And caring. Would it be so bad just to fall a little, to land in his arms? It didn't have to be a marriage proposal. It didn't even have to be for more than one night. Just for once you could be soft. Not just in your care for him but by letting him care for you.

"Take care of me, Max. Please."

His broad form pressed you heavily into the bed as he lay on top of you. The feel of him grounded you. He hadn't stopped kissing you since he climbed on top of you. Your lips tingle from it. His nimble, clever fingers brought you closer to orgasm by the second. 

When you came you moaned a single word against his mouth. "Max."

Gently he worked you through the aftershocks until he could start on another orgasm. "Look at you, letting me take care of you. I know it's hard. You're so strong all of the time. You don't need to be with me. I can be whatever you need."

That was food for thought. Maybe a new contract could be drawn up. One with rules on how far his care was allowed to go. All too soon you were arching into his touch again. "Oh my god. So good, Max. Max. Ahh." The second climax was stronger than the first. It spread through your whole body, systematically wiping out every part of you until you were a compliant mess for him. So compliant that you didn't say a word as he took you to the still running shower. Or even when he rutted his now hard cock against your ass. Or when you guided him inside you to finish again, you combined moans echoing a chorus in the confined space. The silence continued as he helped you dry off and wrapped you in your bathrobe. It still carried on when he slipped you into bed before climbing on top of the sheets and wrapped his body around yours. Sleep found you so fast that night.

The next morning you awoke to an empty bed. A fresh glass of water and one of your legal pads sat on the nightstand. Picking the pad up you looked at the heading, writing in neatly scrawling cursive and underlined.

My new terms.

[autumnleaves1991-blog]

Next Ones on You Blurb- Maxwell Lord

A/N: This is the first blurb continuing the relationship between my Maxwell Lord and his love. The series is published on my masterlist and I linked the first chapter below if you wanted to read it. There are no spoilers for the movie since I wrote this series before it came out and its an AU. 

Thank you for reading, reblogging, commenting, and liking. 

Pairing: Maxwell Lord x F! Reader 

Warnings: Pregnancy, pregnant reader, ultrasound, doctors appointment, super fluffy. 

Next One’s On You Chapter 1 - Triple Espresso 

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Coconut Water 

You sit in the office of the OBGYN nervously looking around the room. Taking another sip of the coconut water, the only thing you’re able to keep down lately. The last time you had been at this type of doctor’s office, it did not end well. Between the ultrasound tech selling your sonogram photos to your monster in law and then crashing your wedding from hell. Let’s just say you felt a bit wary now. 

You rub your slightly swollen belly and look at the other couples in the room. A mixture of reactions, some excited, others annoyed. But all other women are here with someone except you. You look at the clock on the wall and sigh; he’s late. Maxwell Lord, the fourth, your husband, father to your baby, is late for your first appointment together.

 “Mrs. Lord?” the nurse calls, and you stand, grabbing your purse and walking towards the door. Suddenly the outside door slams open, and Maxwell comes running inside panting. His blonde hair is a mess like he’s run his hand in it a hundred times, his tie loose, jacket unbuttoned, and sweating.

“I’m so sorry I’m late,” he crashes into you and hugs you, “I didn’t mean to, but the traffic was a nightmare, and we were just sitting there, so I got out and ran.”

“You ran?! Maxwell, I’ve never seen you run a day in your life!” He pants and bends over, trying to catch his breath.

“Yeah,” he stands and holds you close, “but I am never missing another day in yours or our baby’s life again. Let’s go,” he places a hand on your lower back and gestures to the nurse to go. You can’t help the small smile on your face and reach around for his hand and intertwine your pinkies like that first night in the limo.

He smiles, and you go back to the ultrasound room first to see the baby’s progress. You lay back on the bed and lift up your shirt, the tech coming in and spreading the cold gel on your tummy. Grabbing the wand, they move it over your belly, and the sounds of your baby’s heartbeat surround you, the thrumming of the heart loud in the small space. You hear sniffling and turn to see Maxwell wiping at his eyes as the tech focuses on the tiny human inside of you.

“That’s the head,” they point, and you feel Maxwell’s hand engulf both of yours. His lips kissing your knuckles and just leaning his head against your hands. His tears rain down upon your encased hands.

“That’s our baby,” he murmurs, and you beam at him, pulling him closer to kiss him.

“Would you like to find out the gender?” the tech asks, and you look at Maxwell, who nods enthusiastically. She moves the wand a few more inches and keeps looking at the monitor. The black and white image of your child moves across the screen. “Ah, there they are, it’s a… girl!”

“A girl?” you smile through your own tears.

“Our little princess, she will not want for anything,” he smiles at you, and you kiss him again, your tears swirling together as you watch your daughter move in and out of the frame.

“I’ll print some pictures for you. Would you like any extra?”

“Yes, as many as you can give me. I want to put them on my desk at the office. I will pay whatever the extra cost may be,” Maxwell is ecstatic as the tech nods and leaves the room to get the pictures.

“Are you happy?” He asks you, smiling, “Because I honestly don’t think I could be any happier.”

“I am happy; I love you so much, Maxwell,” you grab the cloth the tech left and move to wipe your stomach. He takes it from you, wiping the gel off your belly and tossing it before placing a gentle kiss on your tummy and pulling down your shirt.

“Daddy loves you, Princess,” he whispers to your belly, and your heart melts. “I love your mommy too, and for as long as she will love me, I will be there for both of you.”

You run your fingers through his blonde locks as he kisses your stomach again and helps you up. He hands you your purse and drink, opening it for you to take a sip. “Keep drinking baby, I don’t want you to get dehydrated.”

“Oh, but Maxwell, I really want a latte,” he bursts out laughing, holding you close.

“Give it about four more months, my love, and I will buy you your own coffee shop.”

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[mandoalorian]

Can I request a soulmate au with anyone you see fit? I don’t mind I just love that sort of mushy stuff, CONGRATULATIONS ON TWO HUNDRED FOLLOWERS

Soulmates [Maxwell Lord x Reader]

Authors Note: you may recognise a quote in here from Dawson's Creek— if you spot it, I love you. it's something that has always resonated with me a lot. This was so fun to write. If you followed me on twitter the chances are you'll know all about Lady Lord and she does make a brief cameo in here :) I've found a new passion and that is writing domestic dad! Maxwell. Anyways, thank you for the amazing request, I hope you enjoy!!!

Warnings: angst but it's funny I swear— light hearted fluff and just a little ~sexual tension~ but nothing explicit.

Rating: 15 (just to be safe!)

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Summer 1993

Maxwell tucked his daughter into bed and switched on the nightlight. "What book would you like me to read to you tonight?" Maxwell asked, pushing the reading glasses that were perched on his nose into a more comfortable place. He kneeled down, his back aching slightly with age, and flicked through the many children's book your child had the privilege of owning.

"Daddy?" your daughter asked, shuffling around slightly under her pink silk bedding. She reached over and grabbed her favourite teddy bear, nursing it in her arms.

"Yes princess?" Maxwell replied, pausing momentarily from looking through his daughters books and turning to face the little girl. Her eyes were big and sparkling, and they reminded Maxwell of your own eyes.

"What's a soulmate?" her voice was sweet like honey, innocence dripping from her tongue as she blinked her pretty eyes with curiosity.

Maxwell pondered for a moment, hesitation filling his gut. Maybe this would be a better conversation for you to have with her; he thought. Maxwell was never really good at explaining such topics, or talking about feelings. But, this was his daughter— and she was as pure as could be. He wanted her to know. He wished that his parents had told him of the concept long before he found out about it.

Maxwell straightened himself up and shuffled closer to his daughter. He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her into his chest. She shuffled her head slightly trying to get comfortable, but in the process, her hair got caught in the little clip of his suspenders. Maxwell carefully removed her hair and brushed it out of her face. He had never prepared himself for this conversation; so he was just going to do what you always encouraged him to do. Speak from his heart.

"It's uh... Well, it's like a best friend but more. It's the one person in the world that knows you better than anyone else. It's someone who makes you a better person. Actually, they don't make you a better person, you do that yourself - because they inspire you. A soulmate is someone who you carry with you forever. It's the one person who knew you and accepted you and believed in you before anyone else did, or when no one else would. And no matter what happens, you will always love them. Nothing can ever change that."

"So… mommy is your soulmate?" your daughter asked her father. Maxwell nodded, a small blush creeping on his cheeks. "Who is my soulmate?"

"I don't know princess, that's something you'll learn for yourself one day." Maxwell said, planting a gentle kiss into his daughter’s forehead. "Why did you ask such a question?"

Your daughter's mouth twisted into a proud smile that could only be comparable to one of Maxwell Lord. "Today, at school, Augustus held my hand during recess. And my friend, Katherina, told me that little Gussy might be my soulmate."

Maxwell furrowed his eyebrows. "Who's Augustus?" he frowned, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Augustus Emmeline the third!" Your daughter beamed.

"The third, huh?" Maxwell raised his eyebrow. "My little treasure, you tell daddy if he ever hurts you, okay?"

"Gussy would never hurt me." your daughter rolled her eyes, a small giggle escaping her lips.

Maxwell figured tonight wasn't the best time to explain the woes of heartbreak to his eight year old daughter, so he let her comment slide. He kissed her nose again and turned out her night light. "Get some sleep sweetheart, you have ballet and piano recitals tomorrow."

"Okay daddy, I love you." she shuffled to her side and clutched onto her teddy bear even harder, closing her eyes.

"I love you too." Maxwell smiled before leaving her bedroom.

You were in the kitchen, changing the cat litter, when your husband snuck up from behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing your neck. He rocked his hips into yours, swaying side to side like he was dancing with no music. "What you doing?" Maxwell sing-song’ed in your ear. You laughed, tearing yourself out of his grip.

"Sorting out Lady's litter," you grimaced, nodding your head towards the long haired white cat who was sitting by the back door, innocently staring at you and Max. 

"Thought I could smell something." Maxwell pinched the bridge of your nose and you gave him a roll of your eyes.

"Did she go to sleep okay?" You asked Maxwell, setting the cats litter tray back in place. Lady Lord, your white kitty, mewled a 'thank you' before scurrying off into the living room.

"Yes," Maxwell nodded. "She did, however, ask a strange question," you looked at your husband, prompting a further explanation. "She asked me what a soulmate was."

"She did?" you raised an eyebrow in inquiry, washing your hands in the sink and drying them with a soft towel. "What did you tell her?"

"You know," Maxwell shrugged. "Just spoke from my heart. Like you always tell me too."

You smiled, approaching your husband and tugging on the straps of his suspenders. "Good."

"It reminded me of when we found out we were soulmates." Maxwell smirked and you let out a sigh. "Do you remember?"

"Oh my goodness Max, how could I forget?"

Winter 1984

"I refuse to believe that this monster is my soulmate." you growled, eyeing up Maxwell Lord up and down feeling nothing but disdain for the smarmy businessman.

"Well baby, you better believe it." Maxwell rolled his dark brown eyes, a devilish smirk sprawled across his lips.

It irked you- it angered you. Every little thing he done annoyed you; and now this revelation? You were beginning to believe he was playing a sick prank on you— and he had Diana and Steve in on it as well. You couldn't understand why they'd share Maxwell's malicious intentions against you (or so you presumed they were malicious… everything that man did was suspect), but you wouldn't put it past Maxwell to manipulate them.

"It's true," Diana sighed, shrugging her shoulders casually. "Eros told me himself."

"Eros." you deadpanned, placing your hands on your hips and knotting your eyebrows together in unamusement. In the corner of your eye, you spotted Maxwell's smirk grow as your annoyance festered inside of you.

"Or more commonly known as Cupid," Captain Steve Trevor beamed, innocently spewing out his unwanted explanation.  "Eros is the winged God of Love. He shoots two people with his arrow and they become soulmates. They find each other and they fall in love." You studied Classics at university; of course you knew who Eros was.

"I know who he is!" You spat furiously and Steve raised his hands in defense. You felt your cheeks burn up with anger as the concept of Maxwell Lord being your soulmate dwelled upon you. You turned back to Diana, in hope that there had been some sort of misunderstanding. "Eros’ father is Ares, the God of War. Can we really trust him?"

"His mother is Aphrodite," Diana replied non-chalantely, failing to understand your point. "Besides, Eros is neither Ares nor Aphrodite. We need not to compare the winged God of Love to his parents."

"So, Eros just came and visited you, and told you that myself and the CEO of freaking Black Gold Cooperative are soulmates? There's no way." Before Diana could reply, Maxwell cleared his throat. Your head snapped to face him. "I don't want to hear a peep out of you." You pointed your finger, digging it hard into his chest. He swatted your hand away and straightened his posture under your glare.

"Actually, I found out from this." he brought out a peculiar, amber gem from the pocket of his suit jacket. "Eros just confirmed it."

"You found out from a pretty rock?" You folded your arms across your chest.

"It's a dreamstone-," Maxwell began to explain but you cut him off.

"I don't care." you scoffed, grinding your teeth together in white rage. You turned back to Diana.

"Listen," Diana said, her voice as sweet as honey. She raised her hand and placed it gently on your shoulder, meaning nothing but comfort. "Eros told me that every soulmate shares the same soulmark. Do you… do you have any marks on your body that could be—"

You processed her words, thinking long and hard. "I do, I have a mark on the inside of my thigh." You shuffled around uncomfortable.

"Can I see it?" Maxwell beamed, his chocolate eyes sparkling.

"Not unless you want a fucking lawsuit." You snapped back at him and you watched as his charming but smug smirk fell from his face. He rolled his eyes and took a step back from you. "Diana, is there another way we can make sure that we are soulmates?"

"We could kiss and see what happens?" Maxwell suggested and you clenched your fingers into a fist. Would this man ever learn to shut up.

"It's true, you could kiss and see if you feel anything." Diana pointed out and you pinched the bridge of your nose in annoyance. Maxwell howled with laughter while Steve just stood there, as confused as ever.

You sighed, holding your face in your hands before turning back to Maxwell. "Show me your soulmark."

"Show me yours." Maxwell charmed and you wanted to scream.

"No."

"Yes."

"With all due respect," Steve cleared his throat. "You two argue like an old married couple." He raised an eyebrow and nudged Diana. "Are they always like that?"

"Yes." Diana smirked.

"No we are not!" You and Maxwell yelled in unison.

Your head snapped towards Maxwell and he couldn't help but smile at the angry scowl playing on your lips and the crinkle in between your eyebrows.

"Diana and I are going to head out and get some coffee, do you two want anything?"

You and Maxwell were too busy bickering to hear Steve's polite offer. Pointing your fingers at each other, both of you demonstrating your power struggle as your voices slowly became more raised. Steve and Diana exchanged a look before realising they best be on their merry way.

"My office, now." Maxwell growled in frustration, grabbing your wrist and tugging you into his extravagant office. Usually his micro-agression would have earned him a punch in the arm and string of insults from you, but despite his firm grip on you, his hand slipped down your wrist and his finger interlocked with yours.

You would've pulled away from him. Gritting your teeth together, you could think of a thousand curses to scream at the slimy CEO but instead you were left feeling slightly dazed. There was a spark when his fingers graced the back of your hand. Like genuine electricity. And it had lit a fire in the pit of your stomach. He sat you down on the loveseat by his desk and ran his fingers through his hair.

"Did you feel that?" he asked and you frowned.

"Feel what?" you grumbled.

"That… that spark." Maxwell's hand fell to his hip as he stared at you, perplexed.

Yes, you had, and there was no denying it. Instead, you opted to avoid eye contact. He had his way with people— his charming business strategy. His charisma could make the whole world fall for him. But not you. You wouldn't fall for him.

"So stubborn," Maxwell huffed, as if he was reading your mind. He slipped into the loveseat and sat next to you, his dark eyes gleaming. "You think I wanted this? Of course I didn't. I don't have time for relationships." You scoffed, about to interrupt him but he raised a finger and continued. "I'm too busy. I'm better alone anyway. But we have something special. I hate to admit it, but you can't keep running away from the truth."

He was right. Fuck, he was right and you hated it. All this time you had been shutting out the truth. It was like destiny had brought you two together. You were the complete opposite of Maxwell Lord, but maybe Eros was right for shooting his arrow into you both. Maybe he done it for good reason. Maybe you and Maxwell completed each other.

"You're disgusting," your voice was merely just a croak. You couldn't give up. You had to keep fighting. "You built the foundations of your business on lies. You're a fraudster, a scammer, and you should be in jail." Your own words made your heart shatter.

Maxwell looked away from you, his eyes glossy. Your words stung. "You can hate me all you want, but we were chosen for each other. I don't understand it. I don't think I'll ever understand it. But this happened for a reason."

"How can you be sure?" you whispered.

Maxwell cleared his throat. "The dreamstone… and Eros and… everything Diana has told me. I hate to believe it, but I trust her. She knows better than anyone else." Maxwell shrugged. "And I've felt it. And I know you have too."

"We are literally rivals." Your voice was but a mere whisper.

Maxwell took a step closer to your breaking any distance. You swore you could feel his warm breath tickle against your neck as his words sent shivers down your spine. "Kiss me."

You looked up at his once chocolate brown eyes, now practically ebony and completely lust blown. He gently raised his hand to cup your cheek and swiped his thumb across your jaw. What had happened to you? You were succumbing to him. Because you knew, deep down, it was true. But you remembered Diana's words. A kiss would confirm it.

"I hate you Maxwell Lord." you shook your head before standing on your tippee-toes, matching his height. You tilted your head, the curve of his nose brushing against yours as you pressed your lips against his.

There it was. That same spark. The kiss was hypnotising. At first, you tried to escape the fact you were kissing Maxwell Lord, but as he slung his arm around your waist and pulled your hips into his, you figured you could maybe embrace it. 

You found your hands tugging amongst his dark blonde locks of hair. You always imagined his hair to be greasy, layered in many unnecessary products to keep it perfectly styled throughout the day. But it was soft and well conditioned. As you pulled gently on it he bit on your lower lip and caused a sweet moan to escape your lips. That only spurred him on more, as he dropped his hand and cupped the roundness of your ass.

Both of your hands were settled on his broad shoulders, and he grumbled a little when you pulled on the lapels of his suit jacket, encouraging him to deepen the kiss. The little noise he made sent vibrations straight through your core and on instinct, you pressed your body further into him. 

Maxwell glided his tongue over the plumpless of your lower lip, begging for entry, which of course you granted. You had kissed many people before but it had never felt as intoxicating as this. You couldn't stop. He was your poison, and you were addicted.

But why him. Why would Eros match you with a man like Maxwell Lord? He was cunning… manipulative…an amazing kisser. You pulled your away from him, detaching your lips from his with a pop sound and looked up into his nervous eyes.

"Did you feel anything?" his voice was hoarse and rasp, as if the kiss had took everything out of him.

You couldn't lie anymore. You couldn't kid yourself. You took a deep breath.

"Maxwell, I've felt something for you since the moment I started working here. All my life I've hated you. Your father and your shitty business stole from my family. But when I scored the job at the museum, and when I saw your speech in the main hall, I felt something inexplicably unique. Something I've never felt before. Seeing you stand there and witnessing your charm with my own two eyes ignited something primal within me. I needed you— more than I've ever needed anything before, and I cursed myself for it. You didn't know me, but I knew you. I knew of all the hurt you caused me, and my family, and many other families around the world. I knew of your greed and ruthless nature. And I tried so hard to hate you so bad."

"Everybody thinks they know me, but they don't. Everyone thinks they have me all figured out from my infomercials… or they judge me based on my parents. Let me tell you, I'm not my parents." Maxwell assured you and you offered him a small comforting smile. "I'm sorry Black Gold Cooperative hurt your family. I know it might not seem like it, but I'd never want to hurt anyone."

And for some reason, you believed him. You saw the kindness in his eyes. You knew he was genuine. You had gathered up so much hate for him over the years. So much anguish. You never thought you'd ever be able to forgive him.

"Eros put us together for a reason." you whispered and Maxwell tucked a piece of hair behind your ear.

"I think we can make this work." he told you, his voice quiet and of a deeply pleasant nature.

"Yeah, me too." you replied, your heart fluttering.

"So…. about that soulmark on the inside of your thigh."

"My lawyer is one of the best in the country Lord, don't try me." You winked before flicking your hair and leaving his office, the door slamming behind you.

This was going to be the start of something amazing.

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