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totothewolff · 9 months

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📁 Masterlist > My Toto Wolff & Sewis fics └👤 Other profiles: AO3 / Discord / Wattpad

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Season of Love

[🗯+18][👩‍❤️‍👨Toto x reader(fem team principal)][💘Romance][🥵Smut][😂Comedy][😪Drama][🏎F1 World/Races/Teams/Paddock][✍️WIP]

Summary: One night on a pier in Monaco, while admiring the sea under the night skies, you tell Toto: "I came to the conclusion that love is simply not meant for me." That's the answer to a question you have been asking yourself for the longest time. But what if he proved you wrong? Author's note: This is a multichapter Toto Wolff x team principal reader fic set along a season of F1. It's a very immersive story full of drivers, team dynamics, races, mystery, and smut. You just bought the Williams team, but nobody really knows who you truly are. 📁 Masterlist: └📁 Dances with Wolff Arc └📁 1 Engines on and hearts off! └📁 2 Lights out, and away your feelings go! └📁 3 Can you feel the traction? └📁 4 No brakes, just love! └📁 5 Cold tires, warm heart └📁 6 Collision at Turn "Your Heart" └📁 The Color of Truth is Blue Arc └📁 7 Red flagsss └📁 8 Safety car needed └📁 The Sebaffäre Arc └📁 9 Coming soon... └📁 10 Coming soon... └📁 Love Lies, Miss Normani Arc └📁 11 Coming soon... └📁 Dances with Wolff Arc └📁 12 Coming soon... └📁 13 Coming soon... └📁 14 Coming soon...

Chemtrails Over the Yacht Club Collection

[🗯+18][👩‍❤️‍👨 Toto x reader(fem service staff)][💘 Romance][🥵Smut][🎀 Age-gap][❤️‍🔥Daddy Kink][🛳Yacht Culture][✍️WIP]

Summary: Toto Wolff is a name often mentioned at the Yacht Club, where you work after classes. For some reason, you have always pictured him as an old crank like the usual members, not this foxy man who arrives at the reception making your knees quiver. The entire staff goes frenetic as he, one of the Club's most important clients, chooses to spend his spring break there without previous notice. You pray to the Gods that you don't cross lines with him since your entire livehood depends on this job, and you really want to graduate college. 📁 Collection: └📁 1 Dark But Just A Game └📁 2 Breaking Up Slowly └📁 3 Not All Who Wander Are Lost └📁 4 Dance Till We Die └📁 5 White Dress └📁 6 Let Me Love You Like a Woman

Grand Prix Elite Academy

[🗯+18][👩‍❤️‍👨 Toto(professor) x reader(student, future F1 driver)][👨‍❤️‍👨Lewis x Seb][💘Romance][🥵Smut][🎀Age-gap][❤️‍🔥Wild parties][🏫College AU][🌈Queer/Fem Seb][✍️WIP]

Summary: Your life turns 180 degrees after receiving your acceptance letter for the Grand Prix Elite Academy, the most exclusive and prestigious Formula One College, designed to shape the future drivers of the motorsport world. You will try to navigate your new life among the Monaco elites, survive the campus dynamics and rivalries between the faculties, and try to win this year's Elite Cup to beat an undefeated Mercedes, all while befriending your eclectic classmates, join the wild parties, have a couple of make-outs under the racing circuit benches, lose your v-card and get over that stupid crush you have on professor Toto. Will you make it alive to graduation? Race to Greatness! Author's note: This is a Formula One college AU fic set in an elite academy in Monaco, where the F1 Teams are Faculties, their Team Principals are professors, the FIA is the college board, and all the grid drivers are your classmates. You are accepted under a scholarship program called WomenOne and have lots to catch on to after years of putting your racing dreams on hold. Becoming the outcast new girl is always challenging, especially when all of you live on one campus. 📁 Masterlist: └📁 1 Hi, Society! └📁 2 Gone With The Wolff └📁 3 Know Your Frenemies └📁 4 The Kids Are Not Alright └📁 5 The Twat and the Furious └📁 6 Panic Roomate └📁 7 Easy Y/N └📁 8 War of the Rosbergs └📁 9 …Baby? One More Time! └📁 10 She Wolff

[📚One-shots][⏳Long read]

I'll Be Home for Christmas

[🗯+18][👩‍❤️‍👨 Toto x reader][🥵Smut][❤️‍🔥Mild BDSM][👄Dom/Sub][🎄Christmas]

Summary: Toto asks you in between ravenous kisses if you truly want him, even with his busy schedule, fast-paced life, countless nights miles away, and his dominant trait, the one you love to be submissive to, by saying yes you didn't expect it to be this hard! This particular season felt eternal, and you only desire to have him back, wrapped as the world's most alluring Christmas gift on your bed if possible. └📁 One-shot

Sparks Fly

[🗯+18][👩‍❤️‍👨 Toto x reader][🥵Smut][❤️‍🔥Daddy Kink][🎆New Years]

Summary: Toto is ready to leave his shitty 2023 behind and start 2024 in the best way possible, and you don't want to spend another New Year's Eve all by yourself; it's like destiny and the universe conspired to bring you two together. └📁 One-shot

The Lonely Hearts Party

[👩‍❤️‍👨Toto(boss) x reader(fem merc employee)][💘Romance][😊Fluff] [😂Comedy][🗄Corporate Mercedes][💝Valentine's Day]

Summary: For weeks now, you have been receiving the most gorgeous flowers every Wednesday morning at your desk at the Brackley Headquarters, as a mysterious admirer seems so in love with you. The entire factory, your besties at work, and you all wonder who he is. Could it be the one you truly wish for? └📁 One-shot

The Big Slip

[🗯+18][👩‍❤️‍👨Toto x reader (fem middle class artist)][💘Romance][🥵Smut][😪Drama][🕵️‍♂️Secret Identity][💸Social gap][🪐AU]

Summary: Your life as a struggling arts graduate in Monaco, coming from a working-class family who lives on the outskirts, is about to change. Toto Wolff enters your life not only by giving you the best sex ever but also by making you love somebody for the first time. Arranged marriages, a horrible breakup, and an induced coma, plus his terrible parents, were a complete surprise. └📁 One-shot

The Speed Game of Love

[👩‍❤️‍👨Toto x reader(fem contestant)][💘Romance][😂Comedy][🪐AU][🤪Crack humor][🌈RuPaul's Drag Race][💫Short read]

Summary: Three fierce queens will race for your love, but only one will win your heart. Could it be the spicy Carla LaTurbo Slayz, the fierce Adore D. Hammer, or the queen of England herself, GiGi Reigns? Or maybe that sexy host could get some! Hosted by the hot and only Toto Wolff. └📁 One-shot

Daddy's Little Pet

[🗯+18][👩‍❤️‍👨 Toto x reader(journalist)][🥵Smut][❤️‍🔥Daddy Kink][🎀Size Kink][👄Power play]

Summary: You had come to Brackley expecting a generic interview, not a deep dive into Toto's lovemaking life. └📁 One-shot

[🚎Coming soon...][✍️WIPs]

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It’s Murder on the Garagefloor

boss!Toto x reader Merc!employee | crack au (Clue bang), comedy, romance and mystery.

Summary: His wife, one of his drivers, an engineer, his mentor, and you (Toto's assistant) all look at the body on the floor. Is the boss really gone? Loose inside this locked garage is the murderer. Who of you killed Toto Wolff? And why?!

└📁 Coming soon...

A mile-an-hour

Boss!Toto x reader merc!employee | comedy, crack (the office bang), romance, fluff.

Summary: Getting hired on the Mercedes-AMG PETRONAS F1 Team from the thousands of applicants seemed like the pinnacle of your career and a privilege. Such a prestigious and life-changing opportunity until you arrive there… Smoke is flooding the garage, Lewis is dressed exactly like George in casual clothing for some reason, and Niki plays sad Taylor Swift songs on the piano. At the same time, engineers try to catch a loose Roscoe throwing stuff everywhere. Why is even a piano in here?! Oh! And you almost forgot, Toto Wolff is crying inside his office.

└📁 Coming soon...

Fast Car

driver!Toto x driver reader | teammates dynamic, past lovers, young toto, drama, romance.

There was a time when he used to be your everything. Since childhood, you two shared a dream of one day becoming F1 drivers. Miles away from your families, you grew up only having each other, racing and experiencing life side by side. The short step from friends to lovers left natural, but the following step from F1 drivers to becoming enemies deeply scarred you. When your ambitious team offers Toto the open seat, well aware of his reckless and wild reputation, you wonder if the sweet guy you fell in love with is still hiding inside that ruthless, don juan, cold-hearted two-time world champion. It's going to be a hell of a season for you.

Cursed to Love

+18 | Lewis Hamilton x Sebastian Vettel, sewis | fantasy, witchcraft, lore, period, drama, romance, smut, pinning, epic, war, violence.

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yandere-paramour · 6 months

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after kidnapping reader, how much would your ocs' behavior and personality would change?

would they be more prone to fits of jealousy? would they be more obsessive like maybe monitoring them 24/7? would they try to change the reader?

sorry for all the questions 🫶 luv your work

Vivien

As I said before, Vivien does not want to kidnap Darling, but he will if he has to.

Once he has you nice and safe in his basement where you can't run away, he starts in on his plan to wear you down spoil you.

He makes sure you have every comfort possible. You have a tv with any streaming service you want, all the comfy blankets and snacks and books you want, even a pet if you want it. Anything you ask for, he'll bring it to you within a day. He will spend every minute he's not actively working with you, desperately trying to show you how much he loves you and how patient and kind he is and how he so so so so wants to treat you like royalty and make a family of little princes and princesses with you.

Honestly, he's so sweet and genuine that it's difficult for anyone not to fall in love with him, and he's patient enough to keep this up for months. He just wants to love you and for you to love him back! Is that too much to ask?

However, if you keep your will and still refuse to love him/pretend you love him, he will start to get frustrated. He'll start to demand more couple things with you, like giving you a specially engineered phone that only lets you talk to him and demand you text him pictures of what you're doing and message him while he's at work. He might hold you in his arms so you get used to his gentle touch. He'll slowly manipulate you by talking about how much easier things will be when you give in, how he bets it would be so nice to go outside again and you could have that if you were just good.

Eventually, he will wear you down, but if you were an especially disobedient Darling, he'll keep you on a short leash once you're allowed outside. He'll take you to and from work, always trying to keep tabs on you and rarely letting you outside without him until he is absolutely certain you won't leave him.

Or maybe you can't be trusted outside alone at all. Your sweet head keeps entertaining these notions of leaving him, you obviously can't handle the outside world unaccompanied. Maybe you're meant to be a stay-at-home spouse, soon to be a stay-at-home parent. Don't worry, he'll be sure to give you lots of sweet children to make sure you're not lonely, and he'll certainly give you lots of his attention as well.

Don't worry, you're his precious Darling, he'll take care of you.

Atalanta

Atalanta is generally a pretty consistent person whose true self (the self that she shows around family and Darling) is honestly pretty close to the persona she puts on in public. She's very mild and calm and generally slow to spur strong emotions.

She has a very clear plan for how to teach Darling to be both the perfect spouse and the perfect socialite. Her plan includes strategically using both rewards and punishments to train and mold Darling's behavior.

Atalanta is kind of a very controlling yandere. She always knows where Darling is, what they're doing, who they're with, and what time they're coming back. She has at least 4 bodyguards with you if you're going somewhere unfamiliar and around 2 if you're going somewhere known like a friend's house.

She's not really jealous; she doesn't need to be. Simply by being hers you already have a mark on you. No one will be able to hide you for long. A random shopkeeper might have a child who works at her company. The police just got another large Montclair donation. Anyone who sees you unaccompanied will return you back to your rightful place, and no one dares touch you without her permission.

Atalanta is also the kind of yandere to restrict what Darling does. Your days will be filled with all the best that high society has to offer, charity galas, yacht trips, private jets, Michelin chefs. It sounds nice, but now that you're with her, she sees no reason for you to ever indulge in silly things like grabbing fast food with friends, dancing at the club, and working your own job and making your own money. You have her now, you don't need to do these things. You can rest now.

Atalanta is very patient. If Darling resists or otherwise fights back, she will simply have you stay inside the penthouse until you repent and apologize for your bad behavior. If you run, she'll find you within hours and you will be punished. All the comforts she has given you? Let's see how long this defiance lasts when you have to spend days on end with no entertainment but what she mercifully decides to give you.

She is more than willing to wait years for you to calm down and be the perfect spouse, hanging on her arm, kissing her cheek, laughing at her jokes over a fancy dinner she bought you at the best restaurant in the city. Her mother did the same thing and Atalanta is nothing if not a Mommy's girl.

If you ever want to breathe fresh air again, even with her metaphorical chain around your ankle, you'll settle down and appreciate the things she works so hard to give you. It truly doesn't have to be this difficult, Darling girl.

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jpitha · 4 months

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They streamed aboard the frigate. Fen, Northern, and Zhe ran to the command deck while Stormy headed to the AI core. After a minute or two, they could hear her over the ship's PA.

"Fen, this place is brand new! It still has that 'new starship smell'. I haven't smelled that in a millennium at least!"

Zhe sniffed the air, and her ears flicked. "It doesn't smell different to me."

"No, no, like it's a metaphorical smell. The ship is brand new that's all. I'm used to Starjumpers that have been in service longer than nations."

"While I appreciate all of this camaraderie-" Northern began, "The fact remains that we are under attack by the Empire and should leave."

"Sheesh. Is she always like this?" Fen could hear the smile in Stormy's voice. "Sit down then ladies, and buckle up."

As the three of them sat, belts snaked out from the seats and wrapped themselves around them and pulled just this side of too tight, and then when Fen breathed in, they loosened. There was a wobble in her inner ear as Stormy lifted off and the gravity changed from Picaresque to the ship. Fen heard a whining whirr above the normal thrum of the engine.

"Stormy, what was that?"

"Oh, I just freed the weapons. Call it experience, but I think we're going to need them. Speaking of, permission to apply War Emergency Power?"

"Uh, Yes? What's that?" Fen glanced at Northern.

"Ancestors, what a newbie. Northern, explain it please."

Northern ran her hand through her hair. "Human starships have always been over powered. If you run a high output reactor at a lower output it lasts longer, right? So that means that we always have power to spare. War Emergency Power means that you give Stormy permission to remove all the limiters and fuses on the reactors. Power output will greatly increase. She'll be able to wormhole link multiple times in succession - no waiting for the capacitors - all while firing the main battery and the slug throwers."

Fen raised an eyebrow. "But?"

"But it's dangerous." Stormy answered. "It's rare, but reactors can overload. Link the wormhole generator away, blow the battery, hell, blow the whole ship - though that's only happened once or twice. Most of the time a reactor overload is just a hassle." There was a pause and the thrum of the reactors seemed loud on the deck. "We're up next though, so you're going to have to choose."

"I approve War Emergency Power, Stormy, but do be careful."

"Hah! I'm always careful Fen. How do you think I lived this long?"

"Yes, but how many bodies have you gon---eeeeek"

As soon as they cleared the hangar, Stormy applied full thrust and fired a brace of juke charges along the side of the ship. Normally used only for last minute ducking around missiles, Stormy was using them to steer the ship in an erratic way as they thrusted away from Picaresque.

"Contact! Four Super Dreadnoughts trying to hide in the corona." Northern was hunched over a sensor station. "Seems like they're doing some wide angle scanning. They haven't changed their behavior yet."

"Four of them?" Zhe looked over at Fen and her ears flattened. "They don't know about you, right?"

"I don't see why they would. They're looking for the Empress. Speaking of-" She looked up at Northern. "Do you see her yacht in the system?"

"Negative, they must have linked away before the party started."

Suddenly there was a sound like cloth tearing, but lower, deeper. Fen felt it in the soles of her feet. It was the slug launcher. "Stormy, what was that?"

"Sorry Fen, I'm a little busy." Fen's inner ear did backflips as Stormy applied the thrusters asymmetrically and they spun in place. There was a sound like a thunderclap, and then three more in quick succession. The main battery. "Hooo, the Empire loves to pack the weapons on. I swear I didn't have this much firepower when I was a Starjumper!" Stormy is laughing.

"What's going on, Stormy?"

"Just watch on the screen."

Fen activated the screen at her seat. One side was a wireframe map of the system, and the other was a virtualized overview of the current battle. The four Supers were still out in the corona, but there were two battlecruisers that had linked in just moments ago and were firing missiles at the ships streaming away from Picaresque. Fen watched as there were white flashes as the missiles appeared in front of a ship, and rocketed into the nose. It exploded in a silent fireball.

"The missiles have wormhole generators?" Fen's voice cracked and her eyes were glued to the screen.

"Yeah, I remember when they thought of it. Back then the generators were too large and power hungry for it to work. But, I suppose with some of the knowledge transfer from the Sefigans and the Gren's miniaturization tech..."

A lucky shot rang off the hull, sounding like a stick hitting an empty can. The displays at Fen's chair flashed orange and the wireframe of the system was replaced with an overlay of the frigate with sections towards the rear outlined in orange.

"Fen, we've been hit!" Zhe is scrolling through the readouts as fast as she can. "Looks like mostly superficial. The ablative coating on the hull took most of it, but if they hit the same spot again, we're in trouble. Er, in more trouble."

"We're not going to take on four Supers." Stormy continued to evade the shots, but she was right, they couldn't take on the attackers. "Captain, where are we going?"

"I don't know, Stormy, I didn't think I'd have to decide right this second." Fen looked around the room. "I'm open to suggestions!"

"We could go back to the Heap, Daddy told me where they moved to." Zhe looked over at Fen, her eyes bright with hope.

"You know where the Heap is?" Stormy sounded impressed. "I figured that place was just a legend. It's up to the captain, but I'm up for the trip."

A sound like hail assaulted the hull. More lights lit up on Fen's display.

"That'll be the slug throwers. They're too far out to do more than annoy, but Fen, really. It's time to go."

"Uh" Fen looked at the radar, and then the ship schematic and then up at Northern and Zhe. They were both staring at the pads at their stations, trying to figure out what to do next. Fen was pulled against the seatbelts as Stormy did another aerobatic maneuver to get out of the way of something. "Fine, fine. the Heap. Stormy, link us to the Heap please. Zhe give her the coordinates."

"Already entered in, Fen. Stormy, do you see it?"

"I got it Zhe, Linking away now."

****

Fen sat up. She was in the K'laxi ancestral forest again. Ma crouched near her on the balls of her clawed feet. "Hey Fen. Doing some traveling? I don't see you for nearly a year your time and then you show up in quick succession. Makes me think you miss me." Ma winked and her ears flicked.

"Ma, I miss you every moment of every day. So many decisions would be easier to make if you were still with me." Fen pushed her self into a cross legged position.

"Well, I'm only a link away." Ma sat on her lap. "What's wrong hon?"

"Gord removed the Nanites."

"Yes, we know. What do you think of that?"

"I don't know. I think it's good?" Fen shook her head, like she was trying to clear it. "They didn't seem like they had my best interests in mind, but also they had a lot of power. Maybe I could have used that."

"Maybe you could have, it's true." Ma nodded. "But used it to do what? You know what the Nanites want."

"They want me to be Empress."

"You spoke with the current Empress, what did you think of her?"

Fen turned and looked Ma in the eyes. "She seemed... broken? She was trying so hard to look normal, collected. But you get more than surface deep with her and there was this howling, screaming loneliness, this sadness that permeated her."

Ma leaned back onto Fen's collarbone. Fen put her arms around her wife and hugged her tightly. "Sounds like Gord did you a favor then."

"Maybe, but now what?"

"Now what indeed."

****

Fen awoke, still strapped in her chair, to Stormy's voice. "Oh, she's one of those."

"Be nice Stormy, you've had captains that have trouble with wormhole links before." Northern chided. "Fen comes back faster than most."

"My wife's there." Fen's voice sounds fuzzy, distant.

"Your what?"

"Ma-ren. She was - is - my wife." Fen's eyes glisten. "She died back home when we were trying to escape with Gord on Spyglass. Shot in the back by one of Tam'tarr's goons as we were running." She sniffs. "I see her, every time I link. We talk. It-" Fen sobs loudly "-it feels like we're still together."

Fen breaks down, hands covering her face. Zhe undoes her buckles and gets up and hugs Fen. She just stands there over her, hugging for a few minutes.

Fen catches her breath and looks up. "What are we going to do?"

"What do you mean?" Northern asks quietly.

"I mean, what are we going to do? Gord and Chloe and the Empress are off on some kind of mission to destroy the Nanites, and I didn't want any part of that and so we ran away. Gord let us go. Said he wasn't going to make us come with him. We leave Picaresque only to get caught up in a battle with the Empire while they're looking for Meredith. They have no idea who we are or how close we were to her. If they did we'd be captured... or worse. Now, we're in the same system as the Heap, and... now what?"

Northern undid her belts and stood. She came over to Fen and Zhe and hugged them both. She was a little awkward at first, but after a moment squeezed them tightly. "We'll do what we always do. We'll figure something out. If it doesn't work, we'll figure something else out. As long as we're still alive, that's what we do." Northern straightened, the front of her shirt damp. "For now, let's go see Zhe's dad again. Maybe we'll get some work."

The siren was startling. The three of them must have jumped a meter. "Stormy! What's wrong?"

"Sorry to interrupt things, but someone just linked in. It's a Super Dreadnought."

Northern looked down at the ship displayed on Fen's pad. "Fuck me."

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aimeedaisies · 7 months

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The Princess Royal’s Official Engagements in February 2024

01/02 Visited ReBoot (Moray Computer Recycling) in Forres. 🖥️

As Warden, opened the Queen Elizabeth II classrooms at Gordonstoun School. ��

Visited Lossie Community Hub at the Warehouse Theatre, in Lossiemouth. 🎭

Unofficial Sir Tim, as Chair of the Board of Trustees, attended the opening ceremony of the Zimingzhong 凝时聚珍: Clockwork Treasures from China's Forbidden City exhibition at the London Science Museum. 🐉🧧🕰️

03/02 With Sir Tim As Patron of the Scottish Rugby Union, attended the Six Nations Rugby Match between Wales and Scotland at Principality Stadium in Cardiff. 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏉

05/02 Visited Dressability Clothing Alterations Charity in Swindon, to mark its 25th Anniversary. 👗🪡🧵

As Commandant-in-Chief (Youth) of St John Ambulance, attended the dedication of a new Community Response Unit in Devizes, Wiltshire. 🚑

06/02 Held an Investiture at Windsor Castle. 🎖️

As Patron of the Royal College of Occupational Therapists, attended the launch of Nottingham West Primary Care Network’s Interactive Group Therapy at Plumptre Hall. 🩺

As President of the UK Fashion and Textile Association Limited, visited GH Hurt and Son in Nottingham. 🪡

With Sir Tim As Royal Fellow of the Royal Academy of Engineering, attended the announcement of the winner of The Queen Elizabeth Prize for Engineering at the Science Museum in London. ⚙️🥂

07/02 As Colonel-in-Chief of The Royal Logistic Corps, visited the Defence Explosive Ordnance Disposal, Munitions and Search Training Regiment at St George’s Barracks in Bicester. 💥

As President of the Commonwealth War Graves Commission, visited the Commission’s Headquarters in Maidenhead. 🪦

As Patron of Catch22, visited the Commissioned Rehabilitative Services at Community Links in London. 🔗

08/02 As Vice Patron of the British Horse Society, visited Wormwood Scrubs Pony Centre in West London. 🐎

As President of the Royal Yachting Association, attended the Annual Luncheon at Trinity House in London. 🛥️🥪

09/02 In Wales, Princess Anne; 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿

As Royal Patron of the National Coastwatch Institution, visited Worms Head Station in Rhossili, followed by a Reception at South Gower Sports Club in Scurlage. 🔎🍾

Visited Newport Medieval Ship. 🚢

Visited Newport Transporter Bridge which is undergoing maintenance. 🌉

10/02 With Sir Tim As Patron of the Scottish Rugby Union, attended the Six Nations Rugby Match between France and Scotland at Murrayfield Stadium in Edinburgh. 🇫🇷🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏉

12/02 As Patron of Swinfen Telemedicine, attended a Meeting at the Royal Society of Medicine. 💊

As Chancellor of the University of Edinburgh, held a Dinner at Buckingham Palace. 🎓

13/02 Held an Investiture at Windsor Castle. 🎖️

As Master of the Corporation of Trinity House, chaired the Quarterly Meeting of the Court at Trinity House. 📆

14/02 As Royal Patron of the National Coastwatch Institution, visited Hengistbury Head Station near Bournemouth. 🌊

As Colonel-in-Chief of the Intelligence Corps, visited I Company at Hamworthy Barracks in Poole. 🕵️‍♀️

15/02 Visited the Ordnance Survey National Mapping Agency in Southampton. 🗺️

With Sir Tim Attended Evensong and the James Caird Society’s Dedication Service followed by a Reception in Westminster Abbey, to mark the 150th Anniversary of the birth of Sir Ernest Shackleton. 🔭🧭🇦🇶

16/02 Visited knife crime community group ‘Off the Streets’ North Northamptonshire in Wellingborough. 🚫🔪

20/02 As President of the UK Fashion and Textile Association, visited Laxtons Limited in Baildon near Bradford. 🧶

As President of the UK Fashion and Textile Association, visited Marton Mills in Otley, West Yorkshire. 🪡

21/02 In Doncaster, South Yorkshire, Princess Anne;

Visited Agemaspark Precision Engineering Company. ⚙️

Visited Haith Group Vegetable Processing Machinery Company. 🥕🥦

As Patron of the Butler Trust, visited HM Prison and Young Offender Institution Doncaster. 🚓👮‍♀️

As Past Master of the Worshipful Company of Carmen, attended a Joint Services Awards Dinner at Painters’ Hall in London. 🍽️

22/01 Visited London South Bank Technical College and Lee Marley Academy. ✏️👷

As Patron of Save the Children UK, visited Mary’s Living and Giving Shop in Wandsworth. 👚

23/02 unofficial Departed Heathrow Airport for Namibia 🇬🇧✈️🇳🇦

24/02 unofficial Arrived at Windhoek Hosea Kutako International Airport in Namibia. ✈️🇳🇦

Representing The King, Princess Anne called upon Mrs Monica Geingos (widow of Dr Hage Geingob). 🖤

Unofficial Sir Tim represented Princess Anne, Patron of the Scottish Rugby Union, at the Six Nations Rugby Match between Scotland and England at Murrayfield Stadium in Edinburgh. 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿🏉

25/02 Representing The King, Princess Anne attended the Burial Service for Dr Hage Geingob at Heroes’ Acre. 🕊️

Later attended a State Luncheon given by The President of Namibia at State House. 🍽️

26/02 unofficial Arrived at Heathrow Airport from Namibia. 🇳🇦✈️🇬🇧

With Sir Tim Attended the British Horseracing Authority’s Thoroughbred Industry Employee Awards at Ascot Racecourse. 🐎🏆

27/02 With Sir Tim Attended a Service of Thanksgiving for the late King Constantine II at St George’s Chapel in Windsor Castle with members of 🇬🇧, 🇬🇷, 🇩🇰 and 🇪🇸 royal families.

28/02 As Patron of the Royal College of Emergency Medicine, attended the Emergency Medicine Trainees' Association Annual Conference at Hilton Newcastle Gateshead. 💉💊

As Royal Patron of the Motor Neurone Disease Association, attended a Rugby League Reception at Leeds Rhinos Rugby Club, in Headingley, Leeds. 🦽🏉

29/02 unofficial Departed from Heathrow Airport for the United Arab Emirates 🇬🇧✈️🇦🇪

Unofficial Sir Tim, as President of Never Such Innocence, attended a 10th anniversary celebration for the charity at Edinburgh Castle. 🏰

Total official engagements for Anne in February: 44

2024 total so far: 85

Total official engagements accompanied by Tim in February: 6

2024 total so far: 23

FYI - due to certain royal family members being off ill/in recovery I won’t be posting everyone’s engagement counts out of respect, I am continuing to count them and release the totals at the end of the year.

#busy princess 👑#please see red comment #aimees unofficial engagement count 2024 #princess anne #princess royal #tim laurence #timothy laurence #court circular #february 2024 #not all engagements are on here ❤️

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Chapter 4 - God in a Captain's Shirt

Red-headed charter guests with fire in their veins, protective Azriel and badass Gwyn. This is my favorite chapter yet, I think it shows Gwynriel dynamic well. Enjoy!

Start here or if you're all caught up read the new chapter here or under the cut.

TW: soft bdsm, sexual harrasment.

Gwyn POV

The familiar monotone humming of the engines signaled home- at least for now. After the absolute dream of an evening last night, reality quickly set in as their next charter began- and it would be a long one. This charter was all male, which in Gwyn’s experience meant all trouble.

Something about the sea brought out some primal sense of freedom. Nothing was off limits once land was out of vision, and the sky was the limit- no alcohol was too much, and no ass too forbidden.

The boundary between hospitality and hostility was a fine line that Gwyn still did not know how to navigate. One last whiskey could turn into ‘just one touch’. To make matters worse, saying yes was part of her job description and how often she said the opposite, greatly affected the collective tip.

Azriel- or captain because they were on charter again- informed them beforehand what to expect. For the next three days, the Vanserra family would use their services. The main charter guest was a celebrity, especially in the yachting world. Beron Vanserra was the vice president of the biggest oil company in the country. His oldest son, Eris, was a famous politician, but the other red-headed males she didn’t recognize.

She heard stories of the infamous Beron, the charismatic ladies’ man and devout husband. She wondered which persona she would see on this trip, she prepared for both, just in case.

The boat was filled with more red-headed people than she had seen in her life, she felt oddly at home.

The sun made its entrance in the background, as the charter guests slowly made their way toward the breakfast table. Gwyn was about to ask the guests what they would like to drink when Poppy whispered in her ear, “Chief… I made a mistake.”

Oh no.

Gwyn quickly made a hierarchy of problems in her mind before coming up with appropriate damage control- maybe a guest went overboard, or the laundry machine broke. Maybe one of the guests already crossed the treacherous line of hospitality. Based on that last thought, she hoped it was a guest that went overboard.

“I will be right back for your orders.” She reassured the guests before she guided Poppy towards the pantry.

“I love to see you walk away, take your time.” One of the brothers said to her back. A shiver of disgust ran up her body- an impulse she quickly suppressed. Tips, tips, tips, she reminded herself.

Last night another brother, Morrin, already introduced her to his intentions when his eyes never left hers- or her ass. Lingering looks quickly evolved into words, “You are too pretty to be a stew”, she could feel his desire turn into action. Luckily, his youngest brother Lucien seemed to hold him in check, putting him in place with the occasional “watch yourself” or the even stronger “back the fuck off Morrin, leave her alone.”

She wondered what went wrong (or right) in his upbringing, seeing as his dad seemed to have a similar obsession with her ass.

Once Poppy and Gwyn safely made it to the pantry they had the privacy needed for the conversation. The space was cramped enough to have no personal space, but it provided immediate notice of wandering eyes or ears.

“What happened?” she asked in a tone that hopefully signaled she wasn’t in trouble.

“It’s the captain’s shirt… I used the wrong temperature and now it’s-“ Tears started to form in her eyes. Poor thing was so distraught by the incident she almost cried, so she said “Poppy, don’t worry. Make sure the guests get their drinks and I’ll take care of the rest.”

Accidents happen, especially in such a chaotic, high-pressure work environment. With one last reassurance, Poppy regained some color back in her face and resumed her work.

Next stop, laundry room. Time for damage control.

The even smaller door in the pantry led her straight to the laundry room where multiple machines were already running.

Gwyn had not missed that sound.

When she scanned the room for the ‘mistake’, she quickly found the children-sized captain’s shirt. As soon as she held it in her hands she couldn’t contain the belly laugh that escaped her mouth before she picked up the radio and contacted the not child-sized Azriel.

“Captain, we have a slight problem” Gwyn’s voice confessed over the radio. “Could you come down to the laundry cabin?”

“Two minutes,” Azriel's baritone voice informed. How she loved that sound, she couldn’t wait to hear it in person.

With her back turned towards the door, Gwyn took up the work left behind in the laundry room. She hated sitting still.

Completely lost in the work, she did not hear the heavy footsteps, or see the imposing presence. She did feel the hands on her hips before she heard the words “If you wanted to see me you could have just asked.”

Before she could answer he added, “Was it one of the brothers? Did they do something? I will-“

She interrupted him before he could finish that threat, “No they haven’t.”

She didn’t want to lie, never to him, so she added “Nothing I can’t handle.”

He hesitated to say “I don’t like the way they look at you.”

With a hand on his chest, she hoped to convey all the appreciation she felt. “Trust me, Azriel. I can handle them.”

She could see the wheels turning in his beautiful mind- the choice between trust, and control. “I do,” he said with some difficulty.

The slight annoyance must have shone through her eyes, because he quickly corrected himself, “I do, Gwyn, I just don’t trustthem.”

He had a point.

“I know, me neither. But I’ve handled these kinds of people for a long time, and I will survive this time too.” A heavy feeling sank in her stomach. It sucked that this was a part of her job. Their behavior had become so normal that she hadn’t thought about it much until he brought it up.

But the world wouldn’t change in one charter, and all she had control over was this moment, so with a smirk on her face she turned around to show him the shirt. Shock colored his hazel eyes before a smile took over his face. “I know you prefer to see me naked, but I need my captain’s shirt at work.”

“I think you need to check your attitude,” she said as she hit him in the chest. One of his scarred hands embraced the sudden closeness when he placed it on top of hers to stop it from exiting his orbit.

“Why don’t you do it for me?” he suggested.

“Make me,” She ordered as she placed her other hand on the growing bulge in his pants.

In response, one of his hands moved towards her back, where he ran his fingers lower to touch as much of her as he could in the limited time they were allowed. His mouth found hers in seconds when he placed a desperate kiss on her lips.

With two strong hands he cupped her ass and carried her towards the ironing board, “not here” she softly ordered. They would break it in seconds and that would definitely raise attention.

With hurried determination, he found a new destination- the counter. In one swift movement, he pushed all the towels off the surface before he softly deposited her on the stone expanse. A shiver ran up her body as her naked legs touched the cold material. “Are you cold?” he inquired. “Let me warm you up, love.”

With closed eyes, she felt his mouth move south toward her neck where he placed frantic kisses on every unclaimed spot. His strong hands moved to open the buttons of her dress which exposed the lace bra she wore for one pair of eyes.

Hungrily and desperately he opened the mesh confinement to reveal her already hardened nipples. No force could contain the quickness with which he took one of them in his mouth before he lavishly sucked on it and sent a shiver directly down Gwyn’s spine.

For extra strength, she wrapped her legs around his torso, and with every new stroke of his tongue, her legs tightened. A moan escaped her mouth when the sensation made her feel light-headed.

Continuing his downward path he moved towards her skirt.

Gwyn was never unprepared, and when she saw his eyes light up as he found her next surprise- matching lace underwear- she felt a pang of pride. “Fuck” he groaned into her thigh, where he softly bit the inside in pretend anguish.

She smiled at the reaction, but her mouth quickly closed in surprise as his tongue found her already wet core. He lavishly sucked every drop before he removed the last barrier in one swift movement.

When she dared to look down, she saw a god in a captain’s uniform and she wondered how many people were blessed with a similar sight- a thought she quickly pushed away as possessiveness threatened to take over pleasure.

With strong arms he pulled her legs to sit at the top of the counter, giving him perfect access to his goal. With a sense of urgency and desperation, his tongue pushed inside her core. In tortuous movements, he glided in and out, in and out. She couldn’t help the moan that escaped her mouth, “Azriel.”

Two of her hands moved to his hair. She needed more, she needed to feel him, to touch him. Closer. Her breath hitched as she begged “More.”

With a smile, he removed his tongue and moved it towards where she needed him most, the bundle of nerves that begged for release. Two fingers replaced his tongue, as they pushed inside her in a rhythmic movement that pushed her up that familiar hill of arousal.

“Not yet” he ordered in between strokes.

Everybody could walk in at any second, but the more pleasure she felt, the less she cared. All thoughts became dominated by a single goal- release. She moved a hand towards her mouth before she whined “Azriel, please.”

One more finger joined her already full center, as his tongue sucked even more rapidly. In a similar tempo, his tongue and fingers moved in tandem. Pushing her farther up that hill, until her release felt like a spring coiling tighter, tighter, tighter, until he said “now” and her vision faded to black as the earth shattered around her.

No other partner ever had that effect on her, she couldn’t help it when the words pushed her over the edge and his hand moved to cover her mouth as she screamed her release.

That was one of the best orgasms of her life. The sensation was so intense that shockwaves of pleasure rocked her hips, and she turned soft in his arms.

Azriel didn’t move an inch, as he sucked up all of her juices before he released her from his grip and took in exactly the effect he had on her. His eyes never left hers as he hungrily sucked all of her wetness from his fingers, when he added “I can’t get enough of your taste.”

His eyes looked at her lips when she challenged “Kiss me”. He smiled as he slowly moved closer to her, and gave her a tender kiss that didn’t match his absolute destruction of her ability to stand. She surprisingly enjoyed the taste of her arousal in his mouth and felt completely lost in the sensation before the urge to have a taste of him filled her mind.

Without words, she jumped off the counter, but she misjudged the time it would take for the feeling to return to her legs, as she fell into the strong arms that were always ready to catch her.

“Careful,” he said with a confidence that wasn’t entirely misplaced- something she wouldn’t share just yet. The male had enough ego as it was.

“I want to taste you too,” she said as her hand moved towards the belt that stood in the way of her destination.

“Tonight,” he promised. They were already on borrowed time. Given their track record, it surprised her that nobody walked in on them yet, so she begrudgingly agreed.

With one last kiss, he reminded her of what she would be craving all day, until the radio interrupted their carefully crafted peace, “Captain. You are needed in the bridge.”

With a groan, Azriel slowly backed away but didn’t leave until he gave her one last passionate kiss that took all her breath away. With closed eyes, she cherished the feeling, and accidentally didn’t see him walk away, with what she was sure was a very smug look.

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Azriel POV

When he walked out of the laundry room he had to adjust his pants to accommodate the hardest cock he had in his life- he could still see her come undone under his ministrations, and he could hear her scream as she came because of his mouth. It gave him a sense of pride he had never felt before, that he was the reason she came so hard she couldn’t even stand.

It all played on repeat in his mind, which, combined with the taste of her on his tongue only made his dick grow harder.

“Are you all right, brother?” Cassian said as he bumped into him walking towards the bridge, “Where in the hell were you? You smell like…”

“None of your business”, he replied stead-fast, hoping to stop all further questions. Even though Cassian knew about their relationship, what just happened in the pantry was a huge violation of every rule he set for himself- and every rulebook on captaincy. What happened in their private time was one thing, but sex on charter was a fireable offense. He needed to be smarter about this, but whenever he saw Gwyn all thoughts made way for feelings- pure and undiluted hunger he had never felt before.

He loved rules. Rules gave control, something to follow amid chaos, but whenever he was around Gwyn nothing else existed except for her. And he had never been happier in his life.

As they walked over to the bridge in silence, they encountered Balthazar whom he greeted with a nod.

Before he could enter the solitary peace of the bridge, he needed to cross the deck where all the guests were gathered for breakfast.

He didn’t know how but Gwyn beat him to it. Before he could smile, he saw how one of the brothers looked at her- with equal possession and desire. He wanted to punch it off his face for even thinking about it.

What happened next transcended every feeling of rage he had felt in his life, when Morran grabbed Gwyn’s ass and said “Why don’t you come to my room after breakfast.” Then he looked her up and down with condescension and desire, and added “You know where it is.”

With a step fueled by pure rage, he was ready to lose it all- his captaincy, all respect from his crew, his credibility, and his authority. He didn’t care. Nobody touched Gwyn. His Gwyn. The Gwyn that brought him so much happiness he still didn’t believe was possible. The Gwyn whose teal eyes saw straight through every defense he spent his whole life building. The Gwyn that made him believe he deserved to be loved. The Gwyn that he-

And that asshole touched her? The whole world stopped as red took over his vision, not because of their hair, but because of their words.

His fists balled on instinct, and with one more step, he would have punched that smug face with all the anger he felt taking over his body.

A hand on his shoulder stopped him from getting closer. With a strong pull, he released himself only the words “Wait. Watch,” made him pause long enough for the next moment to play out.

“Despite what you believe, not everything is for sale. And I am not included in the rental of this boat.” To which the redhead had the nerve to counter “Your services are.”

A new hand on his shoulder tightened. “I know you probably have to pay for affection”, she continued as she looked him up and down with something akin to pity, “but the sort of service you are looking for is not part of my job description.” As she started to walk away she added one final punch “I can arrange for someone to come to this boat, for affection. Just say the word.” Then she leaned down to whisper something in his ear he couldn’t quite hear, before she walked away with an extra sway in her step. As if to show him exactly what he couldn’t have.

The anger hadn’t left his body, but some space was freed in favor of the pride that blossomed in his chest. His Gwyn.

With one maneuver he freed himself from Cassian’s grip to walk after Gwyn.

She wasn’t in the pantry or the kitchen. With more desperate strides he walked towards the laundry room, which was right beside the crew bedrooms. As he neared he could hear soft cries from Gwyn and Nesta’s bedroom.

When he came closer, he saw Gwyn on the bottom bed with Nesta next to her telling her all the things he wanted to say, “He’s an asshole. I will kill him, just say the word.”

He didn’t want to interrupt but he also desperately needed to hold her in his arms. One more step revealed his presence. Tearstained eyes looked up before she jumped up from the bed and into his arms.

With one look at Nesta, he silently said Thank you for being there for her. I got it from here.

He held her as close as their bodies allowed, rubbing reassuring circles on her back. He didn’t know what to say except “I know baby. I’m sorry.” Silently he wished he could hurt everybody who ever hurt Gwyn.

Her breathing started to increase and he felt her entire body tense. With a small step back, he forced her to look into his eyes “Hey” he urged “Breathe, breathe for me baby.”

“Look at me- look at me.”

“In and out. Breathe with me?” He needed to bring her back to this world, he had his fair share of panic attacks, and breathing normally was the first step to bringing her back.

“Keep your eyes on me- just focus on me.” He tried to keep as much of his fear from his eyes. Only reassurance.

“You’re going to be okay. We’re going to be okay. I got you.”

“I got you” he repeated as her breathing steadied. Next, he grabbed her into his arms so tightly he needed to remind himself she just got air back into her lungs.

He would do anything Gwyn needed. Anything.

When she started to talk, his breath hitched in his throat “It reminded me of what happened in… in that hotel room. When Lucky almost…”

He held her tighter as if nothing could happen as long as he held her safely in his arms. “It feels as if I always have to be aware- of my surroundings, of people. As if I can’t ever fully trust someone or they will take advantage of me.”

“As if I constantly have to create my own safety.”

“I can handle him. But I hate that I need to.”

With one hand he lightly brushed some of her hair out of her eyes as he whispered, “I know baby, I know. I’m sorry.” He couldn’t imagine what it must be like to function as a female in the industry. More money meant more privilege, and where those lines stopped often blurred at sea.

His hands itched for release, and his whole body urged him to find both males who hurt her and remind them exactly where that line was.

First, he needed Gwyn to be okay. To know that she was safe.

With one more breath, she reassured him, “I am okay. I am… I will be.”

Sadness left her voice when she added, “I’m going to check on Poppy, she has never done evening service by herself and I would hate for her to deal with them alone.”

With two of his scarred hands, he took his world in his hands, to look into her eyes one last time, her words could conceal what her eyes couldn’t. What he saw was sadness and determination- a terrible combination.

“Are you sure?”

“I am. I’ll see you tonight okay?”

“If you need anything radio me and I’ll be there in seconds.”

With a forced smile that didn’t quite meet her eyes, she gave him one last kiss on his cheek before she left to join Poppy upstairs.

When he was sure she was gone, he walked towards the guest's quarters. Dinner was almost over.

Most people had a routine, wake up, scroll on their phone, work, sleep, repeat. Charter guests were similarly predictable. He made sure to know every routine on board, including Morrin’s. With one look at his watch, he said “Jacuzzi.”

Interception was easy, especially on a boat with not many ways to go. Just as he was about to open the door to his cabin, Azriel stepped out of the shadows to put his much larger hand on his. “Touch her and I will kill you.”

Morrin was not special. No matter what his mother told him every day. He knew these sorts of guys. He grew with them. He knew exactly which thoughts floated around their disgusting brains. All the rules they thought didn’t apply to them. Which crimes their dad could buy them out of. He felt no remorse as he said “Did I stutter?”

All the time in the navy was useful for learning how to navigate the seas, and some less traditional knowledge, he wasn’t lying when he warned, “I know fifty ways to kill a man. Perhaps you haven’t noticed in your drunken haze, but we’re in the middle of the ocean. I’ll drop your worthless body overboard and I will make sure you’ll never be seen again.”

With one more step, his much larger body hovered over his pathetic excuse of existence, “I’ll repeat. Look at her the wrong way, touch her with one finger, and I. Will. Kill. You.”

“Knod if you understand, you worthless piece of shit.”

Never in his life had he uttered those words, he had thought them, but he had never cared enough to say them into reality. Something deep inside him twisted at the possibility of hurt caused to Gwyn, and he would do everything in his power to never let that happen.

With pure hatred in his eyes, he stared down the cowering male in front of him, until his shaking head showed the sign of agreement. And Azriel could turn around to not have to look at his miserable face anymore.

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Gwyn POV

Getting back into the routine of working helped get some of the awful feelings out of her head. With rougher movements, she cleaned the leftover plates.

Outside of her thoughts, there was a serene peace in the kitchen- which was a rare occurrence on the always busy ship. The kitchen was spotless, the black and white checkered floor looked brand new, and the metal countertops gleaned in the harsh light. You could eat off every surface, except for the small space at the kitchen sink she currently occupied.

A black shape moved in the corner of her eye, was that… shadow? With a smile on her face, she thought about the best male she knew, the one she always felt safe around, Azriel.

As if she summoned him by thinking of him, the cedar smell found her before his hands did. With one featherlight brush over her hand, he signaled his presence. When she turned around, desperate for a calming kiss amongst the chaos in her mind, Mor entered the cramped space just before she made a career-ending mistake.

Azriel quickly salvaged the situation by offering “Can I help you with something?” Proving once again that man had nerves of steel.

In a teasing tone Mor responded “Ohhh, you have changed. The captain is helping?”

“Do you want to head to bed or not?” he responded.

“You got me there” she smiled. With a soft grab she pulled Gwyn to the side, to ask in a soft tone “Are you okay sweetie? I heard what happened at dinner, I’m so sorry. They are assholes. Do you want me to put poison in their drinks?”

With a smile, she replied, “Let’s see how tonight goes?”

Gwyn couldn’t imagine a better crew. Situations like these were worsened or salvaged by your surroundings, and in this case, it was definitely the latter.

With a smile, she reassured her “I’m fine. Really. Go to bed. I’ll see you tomorrow at eight.”

“I’ll sleep like the dead, those people were ex-hau-sting,” she said as she walked down the stairs.

And then there were two.

Desire hung in the air every time he was near- she could not smell anything else, see anything else, or hear anything else.

Still, fear was mixed with desire.

That was close. Too close. She doubted Mor would say anything, but she had to be more careful. Her ass was still on the line.

Even though her job had some less fun parts, she still loved it and didn’t want to lose it.

As soon as the door downstairs closed, Azriel came closer again, as if she was a magnet he couldn’t help but be pulled towards. He stood so close they shared a breath. His forehead rested against hers for a moment before he pulled her flush with his body into a tight embrace.

They remained like that for a while- silent and utterly content in their closeness, until he hesitantly asked, “Are you afraid of me too?”

“I am a male too, and I know-“With one finger on his mouth she stopped him from continuing, “Don’t think for one second you are anything like those guys.”

Her feelings were clear, but her brain didn’t seem to find the words to tell them. “Azriel-“

“It’s okay if-

“There is nobody in this world I feel safer with. My heart eases when you are near. And I-“

“I feel safe with you Azriel. Always.”

With one hand on his cheek, she repeated, “Always.”

Without thinking, she kissed him with all the love she felt. In an instant, he granted her access, and with each stroke of her tongue, fear of being caught left her body.

As if she’d done it a thousand times before, she jumped into his arms, as he deposited her onto the counter. With a laugh, she paused the kiss, “I still need to finish the work.”

Which he answered, “Let’s go then.”

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Quicker than should be possible, but not as fast as she wanted, they finished all the work in just under an hour. Everybody else was sound asleep, but not them, their beds would be used for other things tonight.

Standing behind her he suddenly asked, “What did you whisper to him?”

With a smile, she whispered into his ear, “That I did know where he stayed, and that I would cut off his prized possession if he ever touched me or any other stew again.”

As she removed her face from his ear, she looked into his eyes where pride replaced initial shock.

With two strong hands on her waist, he urged her to jump into his arms again. Their faces were so close they shared a breath as he said, “You continue to surprise me, Gwyneth.” He didn’t use her full name often but when he did, Gods, her entire body stood aflame.

Towering over him in his embrace, she had a vantage point to play with his hair. Normally she was too short to reach, so she took the opportunity gladly. In something that closely resembled a moan, she said “I love your hair.”

She swore she could feel a shiver run up his spine. An effect she could not discern in his voice when he asked “What else do you love about me?”

Everything. But she wasn’t quite ready to tell him that yet, she still feared rejection, instead, she said “Your voice, the way you treat your crew. Your arms aren’t bad to look at either.”

He smiled so broadly she could see his dimples, “this” she said as she touched one of them. With the same finger, she traced the black swirls slightly coming out of his white captain’s shirt “I love these.”

“The way you look at me.”

The air turned heavier, and silence filled the space. With a slow movement, she created a little bit of distance to look into his eyes where she saw fear. Did she go too far? Maybe he didn’t feel the same way and her big mouth made things too serious again.

Shit. Then she remembered. They shouldn’t be doing this. When would she learn? When she lost her job?

With hesitant moves, she started to leave the safety of his embrace for the safety of better choices, before he tightened his grasp and said with more sincerity than she ever heard in his words “Gwyn.”

“I-“

“I love you.”

“You have my whole heart if you want it.”

Instead of answering him, she kissed him with all the love she felt in her soul. Her being belonged to him. As did her heart and soul.

She had felt it that first night. That’s why it hurt so much when she thought he had left. Every part of her felt safe in his arms. In the calmness that felt like home every time he entered her space. In the way, her entire nervous system was set aflame by the way he looked at her. In the way, he looked at her like she was his entire world. Like nothing else existed outside her. She knew that look because that was how she looked at him too.

So she said “I love you too,” against his mouth.

“I am yours,” she added.

“Say that again”, he ordered or begged she couldn’t be sure. With one look into his eyes, she said “I am yours.”

“You are mine.” He almost growled in response, the sound went straight to her core.

“And you are mine” she answered.

In desperate strides he took her to the bridge, his arms never releasing her from his embrace.

As soon as she saw that door, she lowered her hand slightly to open it.

Her desperate kisses moved to his neck, where she lavishly sucked on the bare skin just below his collar, “mine” she emphasized. She made sure to suck hard enough to leave a little mark where it would be covered by his collar.

“Azriel,” she said in between kisses, “Yes, love.”

With a teasing smile, she said “I think it’s time for somebody else to be in charge tonight.”

After everything that happened, her body craved control and she had a feeling with all the responsibility of Azriel’s daily occupation, he craved release.

The smile on his face and the hunger in his eyes told her everything she needed to know.

“Lie down” she ordered.

Without uttering a single word, he turned around so his back was to the bed with her still in his arms, when he slowly sat down on the bed.

With a slow suck on his earlobe, she was close enough to whisper “I still need to taste you.”

A trail of goosebumps erupted from her touch.

With practiced ease, he started to remove his white shirt by carefully loosening all buttons one by one. Gwyn felt more urgency and lifted his shirt over his head in one swift pull- she was in control after all.

In an instant, the perfect expanse of his chest was revealed. All obsidian swirls were visible for her eyes to worship, so she did what she had been wanting to do for quite some time now. “Close your eyes”, she instructed before soft strokes of her tongue traced each black piece of art.

Soft groans told her he might be enjoying it as much as she was.

When she gave every tattoo equal attention, she slowly removed herself from the bed. The first time she entered his bed chamber, she spotted the piece of rope on his desk. Part of being a crew member on a yacht was extensive knot knowledge. It was good practice to clear her head, and it didn’t hurt in the bedroom either- at least, not if you did it right.

She saw one of his eyes open slightly so she ordered “Keep them closed!” Azriel was utterly responsive to her words because he quickly closed them.

This was going to be fun.

“Move further back on the bed” she whispered into his ear. When he successfully did she gave him his next order “Move your hands to the bedpost.”

“What are you doing?” he questioned.

Even though she wasn’t going to take it too far tonight, it was good to have a safe word just in case. It would help her relax too, if she knew he had a way out would he need it.

“If you want to stop for any reason, say-“ she glanced around the room quickly “Books.”

She knew he craved control as much as she did so she added, “trust me.” It was as much a question as an order.

“I do,” he said solemnly.

“Good.”

In one swift move, she bound both hands to separate bedposts in two perfectly made bowline knots. Every time she finished the knot, she placed a soft kiss on the area.

With one last tug, she inspected if it was tight enough to contain him, but not tight enough to hurt him.

A silk navy blue shawl was part of her stew uniform, it was a nice accessory and in special circumstances a useful blindfold.

When he was completely under her power, she licked his lips asking for entrance. His shocked reaction told her the blindfold worked perfectly.

With a soft bite on his lower lip, he opened his mouth. Their tongues found each other in their shared desperation to get closer. He tasted like… home.

With soft sweeps of her tongue, she explored everything she wanted to. The sensation awakened a part of her soul that shut out the rest of the world completely. She became lost in the pure sensation of their mouths meeting, until roving hands found her ass in seconds and gripped it tightly to pull her closer towards him.

The possessiveness in his touch sent pleasure straight to her core and brought her back to both heaven and earth. She needed more. On instinct, she rolled her hips over his groin, and in rhythmic movements, she chased to achieve the friction she desperately needed.

“Hmm… Gwyn. I need…”

He didn’t need to say it. She felt it too, the huge bulge in his pants that pushed into her core more and more with each movement of her hips.

One of her hands moved towards the place where he needed her most. With slow rubs, she teased all that was to come. Alternating between featherlight touches, and more desperate heavy strokes.

She felt it, she knew it, but she needed to hear it so she ordered “Tell me how much you want me.”

“Gwyn. I need you.”

Even better.

Without delay, she moved further back on the bed. With desperate hands, she removed his shoes before she unbuckled his belt and slid off his pants in hasty pulls. She allowed herself one moment to look at the work of art lying before her on the bed. The obscenely muscular, enormous male, wearing nothing but black briefs- completely at her mercy.

The sight left her feeling dazed. She still couldn’t believe he was hers. And she was his.

She couldn’t wait any longer. She needed to taste him.

In preparation for later, she removed her clothes until she was only wearing her white lace bra and matching white lace slip.

With one finger she traced a path from his calve to his inner thigh. Her mouth replaced her finger when she placed soft kisses on both thighs before she traced the black streak of hair leading toward her destination.

The sudden nearness made him buck up his hips. She responded by placing a soft kiss on his cock- as punishment or reward.

With one strong pull, she removed the last barrier between them. As soon as the fabric left his body, she could see the effect she had on him, as his huge, thick cock sprang free from its confinement. Would she ever get used to the sheer size of it?

With languid strokes, she dispersed the wetness all along his cock. She knew he liked it slightly rough, so she made sure to use a little bit of nails in her rhythmic strokes.

She desperately wanted to have his taste in her mouth again, so she quickly replaced her hands with her mouth. To give a little bit of warning she softly blew on the front of his tip before she licked from his underside to his shaft.

To make sure he knew exactly how much she liked it too, she moaned as soon as she put his huge cock in her mouth. Soft trembles of his hips told her she was doing well.

This already went better than last time, when she could barely fit him in her mouth. She made sure to relax her gag reflex as she took him deeper and deeper. Soft gurgling noises told her she was almost there, then she felt the soft black hairs she had kissed moments ago. That meant… she had his entire cock in her mouth, and a sense of pride shot through her. With one finger she traced his upper thigh whilst she moved his cock in and out of her mouth, alternating between soft movements and more roughness by slightly using her teeth.

He loved pain mixed with pleasure, as proven by the twitching of his cock in her mouth, he was close.

Too close.

With one quick movement, she took him out of her mouth.

Let’s increase the pain a little bit.

With the elegance of a panther moving in on her prey, she slid her body over his to bring up his blindfold. She took up a seat just in front of his cock- which was so huge it must be aching. Without losing eye contact she moved her hand to her clit.

The power she had over him turned her on more than she ever held possible combined with the way he looked at her with pure possession and awe, shivers travelled up her spine.

She was already close but she needed more.

With soft flicks she played with her clit before she moved one finger inside her, pretending it was his. In and out, in and out, she was already so wet. But it wasn’t enough.

She needed more, she needed him.

Anticipation marked his gaze.

What would she do next?

Never leaving his eyes, she slowly moved back, just enough to-

“FUCK” he groaned as she lowered herself onto his cock.

She was still not used to his size, there was some resistance, even though she was so wet already. With soft movements, she slowly adjusted to his cock. Her breathing hitched as she finally reached the point she just had in her mouth.

“Hmmm,” she moaned. Completely lost in the sensation. With closed eyes she rode him like her life depended on it, drowning in pleasure.

With two hands on his chest she moved her hips in circles, and to make him lose his mind she squeezed her center with every new movement. “Evil” he forced out of his mouth.

He was close too. One hand moved towards her clit to bring herself just as close, when she increased the movement of her hips to a torturously fast speed. “I’m clo-“ he was about to say when she covered his mouth with a hungry kiss.

With one more roll of her hips, all thoughts left her brain as every nerve ending lit up in pure ecstasy. All air left her lungs and all that was left was him. In her arms, in her core, in her mouth, in her soul. It was him. Only him.

He joined her seconds later when he groaned his relief into her mouth.

Still riding the high of her climax she whispered onto his mouth, “I love you”.

Somehow those words caused a vision to appear in her mind, of him in the kitchen, playing with red-haired children as Shadow darted in between his legs and she felt at peace.

She didn’t think she could feel any better until he responded “I love you too.”

The crackling of the radio brought her back to earth. “Captain, you are needed on the bridge.”

Both their gazes swept to the floor where the radio was deposited in a haze. “NOW” another voice boomed through the radio.

“Who is that?” Gwyn asked worriedly.

“My brother.”

“Cassian?” She could have sworn the first voice was Cassian’s.

“Rhysand.”

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