Nathan Appleby x Reader, BBC Merlin x Reader

007 James Bond 

Q Smut Imagine - Quartermaster x Reader

BBC Merlin

Bathe in Candlelight - One-shot Merlin x Reader smut

Frenemies to Lovers - One-shot Merlin x f!reader

Midnight Snack - One-shot Merlin x Reader smut

My Startled Stoat - One-shot Merlin x f!reader

Who Did That To You? - Merlin x Reader

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Part 2 

Part 3 !NSFW!

Part 4 !NSFW!

The Switch - Merlin x f!reader

Part 1

BBC The Living and The Dead

Wonderland - Nathan Appleby x Reader

Part 1

Part 2

NETFLIX THE SANDMAN

Carry Me Home - Morpheus x fem!reader

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Part 2

SWEETBITTER

Bad Trouble - Jake x Reader

Part 1

You were sitting with Kim Jong-hyeon in a restaurant, pretending to be on a date as your cover.

It may have looked like he was taking a photo of you, but he was actually using the mirrored wall behind you to film the suspect you were in charge of trailing.

You smiled, acting coy as you discreetly peeked over his shoulder now and then to make sure no one had made you. You wouldn’t dare say it out loud, but you were relishing this moment. It wasn’t often that you had the opportunity to stare openly at your work crush with reckless abandon. No one would think anything of it, and there was no Yoon Dong-ju around to tease you. There was no stopping the smile growing bigger on your face - was it possible for someone to become more handsome up close?

The suspect glanced in the direction of your table and you felt the panic drop down into your stomach. Had you been made? Suppose it did look like Jong-hyeon had spent a suspiciously long time “taking photos” of you. Perhaps it was time to get your flirt on to truly sell your cover.

There was no need to fake the adoring look on your face as you watched his unwavering gaze of concentration (how unfortunate that it was focused on his phone and not on you), your fingertips gentle as you coaxed his hair away from his eyes. Jong-hyeon’s eyes flickered to your face, his face remaining unreadable.

“What are you doing?”

“Making room.”

His ears caught the hint of mischief in your tone, but his eyes were already back on the video he was recording.

“For what?”

Chuk.

The sound of you lips pressing a chaste kiss to his forehead was faint, but somehow drowned out every other noise in his ears. Jong-hyeon’s gaze snapped back towards your face, his expression remaining stoic as his brain short-circuited. He was not expecting that. He never imagined you would…he never thought…

His heart thudded in his chest as you pressed your forehead to his, curling your hand around his just under his thumb, coaxing him to lower his phone.

“You should get the bill, darling. Our suspect is on the move.” You spoke low, making sure Jong-hyeon would be the only one to hear you.

Later, when he was alone in his apartment, Kim Jong-hyeon found he couldn’t stop touching his forehead every time he thought about the kiss you gave him.

How did it start?

You remembered the first time you laid eyes on him. Sporting baggy clothes, black spacers in his ears, long permed red hair and a shaved eyebrow, Woojin looked like a wannabe gangster. In fact, you had thought he was one of the thugs that trashed your aunt's shop; returning to cause more grief. You had brandished a fork and spoon in each hand in his direction, yelling out for your aunt. Once she assured you that he was one of her regulars and not a loan shark lackey, only then did you lower your weapons and go back unpacking the replacement stock for your aunt.

Perhaps it hadn't exactly been love at first sight, but Woojin started coming around more often after that. It didn't matter how many times you rolled your eyes at the goofy grin he sent your way or the cocky things he'd say, he never gave up trying to get close to you. At your aunt's insistence that you cut him some slack, coupled with Geonwoo's presence allowing you a glimpse beneath the front Woojin put on you begrudgingly allowed yourself to level up to reluctant acquaintance. You couldn't ignore how he cared for your aunt and Geonwoo, it was an endearing quality...made it hard for you to truly hate him.

It wasn't long until you found yourself smiling in his presence in spite of yourself, and when he wasn't around your gaze would always flicker towards the shop entrance, hoping he would walk through the door.

When did the electricity between you start to spark?

"Ah, c'mon! What's it gonna take for you to come along and watch me box?"

"Hey, if you want me ringside, you gotta make it interesting," you grinned, cradling your face in your palms as you rested your elbows on the table.

The slow, flirty smile that Woojin gave you in response caused delicious reactions in your body.

"Is that a challenge?"

Your grin morphed into a smirk as you cocked an eyebrow, daring the attractive boxer to test you.

"Alright then...shall we make a bet?" Woojin pressed an elbow into the table, extending his hand out to you, "if I beat you in an arm wrestle, you have to come watch me in my next fight."

"Sure. I bet I can beat you in under ten seconds."

The smirk that curved across Woojin's face told you he thought he had the upper hand. "Okay...ready?"

You slid your hand into his and curled your fingers over the back of his palm. "Ready." "Alright, I'll countdown from three. Three...two...one!"

The final number had barely left Woojin's mouth when you leaned across the table to press a chaste kiss on his lips. His grip became lax and you were able to fold his arm over easier than fresh laundry.

"Oh, look at that! I won."

A Cheshire cat grin stretched across your face from ear to ear as you cleared the table and sauntered off to the kitchen, leaving Woojin all slack-jawed and wide-eyed. You didn't know it then, but the poor guy felt the hope fizzle out in his chest in those seconds he sat by himself. And then you poked your head around the corner. "Hey, Woojin."

"Yeah?"

A moment of silence passed as you held his gaze, Woojin waiting to hear what you would say. The hope started to spark back to life in his chest when the smallest of smiles tugged at the corners of your lips.

"If you lose when I come to watch you fight, you'll never get to kiss me again."

"...and if I win?"

You looked thoughtful for a moment before answering him, "if you win, I'll let you take me on that date you keep asking for."

"Okay, deal!" Woojin grinned at you, sticking out his pinky finger to seal the deal.

You scoffed, but couldn’t keep the smile off your face as you linked your pinky around his in response.

"Don't be a sore loser, okay, Woojin?"

In hindsight, perhaps it had been arrogant of you to assume that you would win the bet...

Your jaw hit the floor the same time Woojin’s opponent did. He didn’t get up during the referee’s countdown and the crowd erupted with a thunderous roar when Woojin was declared the winner. It had been a nail-biting fight, but Woojin had won. His eyes found you in the crowd and you could have sworn you saw them darken. You closed your mouth and swallowed, remembering your bet.

"If you win, I'll let you take me on that date you keep asking for."

“Me and my big mouth.” you mumbled to yourself as you watched Woojin exit the ring and head towards the locker room.

Dinner was part celebration, part torture. You chewed every mouthful of grilled meat slowly, happy to just sit and observe as the boys relived Woojin’s victory amongst themselves. Your gaze kept flickering in Woojin’s direction, wondering when he would bring up the bet you made. Would he go through with it? How serious was he about taking you out on a date?

You smiled and waved farewell to Geonwoo as he headed into his apartment block. You turned to face Woojin. He stood with his hands in his pockets, struggling to hold your gaze.

“I’ll…walk you home.”

“When have you never?” you failed to bite back a grin as you teased him.

Woojin scoffed, smirking as he held your gaze and you fell into step beside him. It wasn’t a long walk, and you took it upon yourself to finally break the silence when your apartment complex was reached.

“I’m shocked. I didn’t know you were capable of being so quiet, Woojin. Did you switch bodies with Geonwoo when I wasn’t looking?”

“No.” Woojin pouted as he held the door open for you to step into the lobby after you punched the code in.

You sent him a look over your shoulder as he followed you up the stairs. He would always walk you to your apartment and not leave until you had the door locked. You told him he didn’t have to, but Woojin disagreed. You gave up after the third time he walked you home. There was no use fighting him. And you couldn’t deny that you liked having him look out for you. But this silence was damn near killing you and that just wouldn't do. You turned on your heel, forcing Woojin to come eye to eye with you on the staircase.

"Did you lose your tongue in the fight, Woojin?"

"No...?"

You sighed, doing your best to keep your exasperation in check, "then talk to me, Woojin," you threaded your hands through his hair, pressing the sides of his head lightly before releasing him, "what's going on in that big head of yours, hmm?"

Woojin opens his mouth to speak, but it takes him longer than he likes to find the right words.

"It's just...about our bet."

"Yes?"

"I won."

"You did."

"So...I get to take you on a date."

"You do."

"But I don't want it to be like that."

"Huh?" your eyebrows shoot up, your heart sinking in your chest as Woojin breaks eye contact with you, "What do you mean?"

Woojin swallows before forcing himself to hold your gaze, "I want to go on a date with me because you want to, not because you have to."

You blink, not saying anything as you allow his words to sink in. Oh...so that's what had Woojin out of sorts. Relief flooded your chest as you smiled.

"I want to."

"You want to?" Woojin repeated your words, his eyes growing wide.

"Yes. If I didn't want to, I never would have let that be an option."

"Ah, yes...that makes sense," Woojin was smiling now, looking more like himself, "so...how should we do this?"

"You're asking me?" you raised an eyebrow at Woojin, "c'mon now, a man that wants to take me out on a date would know better than to make me do all the work."

"Ah, yes!" Woojin straightened his posture, his nerves taking a backseat, "What I meant was, when are you free? I would like to take you out on date."

You smiled at the earnest look on Woojin's face, resisting the urge to tease him, "Well, today is Saturday, so I'll be free from Tuesday onwards."

"Tuesday onwards?"

"Yes. If a man wants to take me on a date, he needs to ask at least 3 days in advance. A man that wants access to my time has to be intentional about it."

Woojin nodded, "I understand. I will organise everything and let you know."

"Good boy," you grinned, unable to hold yourself back from teasing him any longer, placing a quick peck on his forehead for good measure, "I look forward to seeing what you have planned for our date, Woojin."

Woojin was speechless as he remained rooted to the stairs, watching you unlock your door from where he stood. He watched you step inside, hesitate, then turn back towards him.

"Hey, Woojin?"

"Yeah?"

"Just so you know, I'm really glad you won the fight."

"You are?"

"Yes. It would be really upsetting if I never got to kiss you again."

Your laughter bounced off the walls at the sight of Woojin's shocked expression before you darted inside your apartment.

"Get home safe, Woojin! Goodnight!"

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The next day, Woojin called you surprisingly early, considering how late you knew he liked to sleep in after a boxing match.

"Good morning. Would you be free this Wednesday at 6pm? I'd like to take you out on a date."

You were grinning so hard as you spun yourself around in your kitchen, you were glad Woojin couldn't see it.

"I'm free. What did you have in mind?"

"I've made the reservations, you choose the option you like best. I'm sending them to you now."

Your eyes grew wide as your phone pinged once, twice, thrice with incoming texts from Woojin. You had to hand it to him, the man knew how to take initiative and plan a date. It was very attractive. Your mouth fell open as you scrolled through the texts, impressed by the effort. Oh, this man had been paying attention to you. Each suggestion sounded like a dream date to you, how the hell were you meant to choose?

"You don't have to pick right away. You can take your time, I can wait."

You sank onto the closest seat immediately, feeling weak in the knees. It felt like you were seeing Woojin in a new light...part of you wished you had let him take you out sooner. Why didn't you?

"Hmm...let's start with option three."

"Start?"

You rolled your eyes, practically hearing Woojin's smirk through the phone yet you couldn't wipe the smile from your face, "Yes."

"That sounds like there's going to be a second and third date."

"Well, that depends on how well you do with our first one. Play your cards right and there might be a second date."

"Really?"

"Of course. Have I ever lied to you, Woojin?"

"Okay, I'll pick you up Wednesday, 6pm."

"Sounds good. I'm looking forward to it."

When Woojin checked in with you on Tuesday to confirm your date was still going ahead, you couldn't work out whether you were falling for him or if you were already in love with him...

The sound of Woojin knocking on your door at 6pm sharp had your heart doing a little dance in your chest. Oh, you had it bad - it wasn’t like you weren’t expecting him, seeing as you had to buzz him in only a few minutes ago. You opened the door to find Woojin waiting, his usual charming smile on his face.

“Hey.”

“Hey.” You smiled back at him.

“You look beautiful.”

“Thank you, so do you.”

Woojin laughed, scratching the back of his head.

“Are you ready?”

“Almost. Let me grab my jacket, then I’m all yours.”

Woojin stepped inside and closed the door behind him as he watched you disappear around the corner. His heart fluttered in his chest when you came back into view, shrugging on your jacket. He let you hold onto his arm as you put on your boots, lifting each knee as you zipped them up.

“Ready?”

“Yes, there’s just something I need to do first.”

Woojin held your gaze, then damn near stopped breathing when you cupped his face in your hands and pressed a kiss to his lips. You heard him moan, soft and low in his throat as his hands found your hips to pull you closer. You found yourself standing on tiptoe, trying to press closer into Woojin’s body as your fingers threaded through his hair. You felt his hands move, one sliding to the small of your back, the other sliding up between your shoulder blades under your jacket, the kiss getting deeper. You broke the kiss, loathe to pull away from him. You would have been perfectly happy to stand in your hallway for the rest of the night kissing Woojin. It took him a moment longer to come back to earth, his nose brushing against yours as he chased your lips. You pressed your hands into his shoulders, gently keeping him at bay as he smiled at you, perplexed.

“What was that about?”

You smiled, feeling bashful. “I thought it would be a good idea to kiss first. Now our nerves won’t get in the way of us enjoying our date.”

“That’s…really clever.”

You laughed, slipping your hand into Woojin’s like it was second nature as you lead him out the door.

“C’mon Woojin, let’s go out on our date!”

Fandom: The Fall

Pairing: DS Tom Anderson x Reader

Summary: Reader is Tom’s physio therapist after he has his arm broken. Basically just smut, as I only watched the episodes with Colin in them. @seppys-return-to-madness here you go, gurl. Sorry it took so long.

While his arm is in a cast, you help him bathe: “I promise I won’t look.”

“Well, it’s not like there’s anything you haven’t seen before.”

You blush, mind briefly going over the bedroom activities you and Tom participated in back when you were university students: “That’s true.”

After the cast is off and he’s given the a-ok to start physio to rebuild his muscle strength, there’s a discussion of how his arm got broken in the first place.

Stella Gibson comes up as a topic. You work out that the relationship wasn’t always strictly professional.

“I don’t think you’re cut out for one-night stands, Tom.”

“What?”

“Sex was never a hunting game for you the way it is for other men. It was always about intimacy and connection. It’s not a bad thing...it just makes it easy for you to catch feelings.”

“You too.”

You raise a brow at the defensive undertone you catch in his voice.

“What it meant for her was different to what it meant for you. How you expected her to treat you after. You have to be careful with yourself Tom.”

He tears his eyes away from yours and you can tell he’s biting his tongue.

“I don’t mean to come off as lecturing. You don’t need me to tell you that you’re free to fuck whoever you want. Just make sure whoever it is that you’re on the same page.”

You bite your lip, debating if you should say what your brain comes up with next. Eh. Fuck it.

“You’re one of my people, Tom. I don’t like seeing my people messed up like this.”

You catch him looking at you from the corner of your eye and can almost feel the smile he’s failing to hide.

“Now, let’s get to work, shall we?”

A week or two later, you are standing on the balcony of Tom’s apartment after having dinner together.

You note the sound of the door sliding open as you take in the view of the city.

You turn at the sound of shuffling footsteps, only to come face to face with Tom.

He’s so close that his nose grazes yours.

Heart stuttering at the close proximity and your eyelids lower to focus on his full lips.

When his lips touch yours, your lungs still as your body freezes in place for a moment.

When his lips leave yours, you feel the panic rise up, not wanting him to think the kiss was unwelcome.

The palm of your hand slides up the side of his neck as your fingers curl into the short hair at the back of his head, holding him in place so you can kiss him back.

Your heart thuds in your chest when Tom presses his lips more firmly against yours.

Your feet shuffle away from the balcony as Tom guides your back to the wall, goosebumps rising along your arms when you feel the cold concrete against your back.

“Sit on the couch,” you tell him, “if we’re going to do this, I don’t want you putting any strain on your arm. You’re still in recovery.”

“Yes ma’am.” Tom obliges you with a sultry twinkle in his eye.

You straddle his lap and take your time unbuttoning his shirt, pushing it open to reveal his body.

You don't take it off, he's still got his arm in a sling after all.

The hand of his good arm is tangled in your hair, the way he's kissing you makes your heart race.

God, how you've missed this.

Tom hooks his finger in the ring of the zipper of your blouse, pulling it all the way open.

You shrug it off your body and onto the floor, Tom's hand moving to your back to pull you in closer as he kisses his way down your jaw, neck to your collarbone.

He drags your bra strap off your shoulder with his teeth, pulling back to look at your breasts in your mesh lace bra.

Tom licks the flat of his tongue over your nipple again and again, until the soft flesh turns into a hard little button, begging to be touched under the black material.

"Oh, fuck, Tom..." you whine as your hips grind into him, feeling that he's already hard between your legs, "don't stop."

"I never wanted to stop."

The confession has you locking eyes with him, you can see the desire on his face and underneath that, the truth.

Your hands thread through his dark hair, pulling him in for a kiss: "have your way with me then, I'll do whatever you ask."

Tom's eyes darken at your words.

His thumb swipes over your lower lip, resting on the corner of your mouth.

You flick out the tip of your tongue to lick it before sucking it into your mouth.

Tom pulls his thumb out of your mouth with an audible 'pop', the other fingers trailing along the bra strap he pulled from your shoulder before rubbing his wet thumb over your nipple.

You moan and arch your back at the sensations it gives you, Tom's name tumbling from your lips when he takes the other nipple back into his hot mouth.

Tom presses his thumb back into your mouth and you suck it greedily, eyes rolling back as you feel his tongue circling your nipple.

Once he's satisfied, he pulls his thumb from your mouth and peels the semi-damp mesh from your breast, sending shocks of pleasure across your body when his wet thumb makes direct contact with your skin.

The hand holding his head to your breast releases its grip as you reach behind you to unclasp your bra, not wanting a shred of fabric between Tom's mouth and your body.

Tom lets you peel the bra off just enough so the straps dangle from your forearms, pulling a keening sound from your mouth when he lightly scrapes his lower teeth along the underside of your hardened nipple.

"Fuck, Tom...you're going to make me cum..."

"That's fine by me, love. It's all I have on my to do list for the night."

He moves his good hand to your backside, holding you in place as he meets your grinding hips with his own.

"Press those pretty tits of yours together for me."

You feel the wet between your legs increase as you do as he commands, getting your nipples as close to each other as possible.

Tom hums with approval, licking a stripe up your neck all the way to your ear.

"That's my good girl. Hold 'em there for me until you cum."

He flattens his tongue across your nipples over and over, kissing, sucking and scraping with his teeth every now and then, pushing your grinding hips down onto his hard clothed cock until your knees are shaking with the effort to keep you upright.

Your back arches and you can't hold back the scream, but you press your lips to Tom's in an attempt to muffle it.

Tom peppers your skin with kisses as you come down from your high, shucking your bra to to the floor.

You peel yourself from his lap to take off the rest of your clothes, then drop to your knees to help Tom take off his.

You meet Tom's gaze, his eyes brimming with sheer want for you.

"Do you have any..." "Yeah, in the usual spot"

After grabbing a condom, you coax Tom to lie down on the couch, ripping the packet open.

Tom watches you, transfixed as you roll the condom down over his hard cock before you climb on top of him and slide him inside.

He groans, head tilting back as his hand squeezes your hip.

Your hands press on his abdomen, being mindful of his sling as you grind your hips into his.

"Look at you, you're taking me so well."

You keep rolling your hips until you find that angle that hits all your pleasure spots.

Tom drops his hand lower, his thumb gathering your slick to rub circles around your clit.

"That's it, darling, use me."

The moan that leaves your lips is downright debaucherous, you are so deliciously close.

You can feel your thighs getting weak from maintaining that perfect pace.

"Go ahead, scream."

"I-I can't scream."

You would never be able to look his neighbours in the eye again if they heard you.

"Then kiss me."

One hand presses into the arm rest next to Tom's head, the other cups his face as you press your lips to his, moaning into his mouth.

You start to slow your grinding, but Tom moves is hand from your clit to squeeze your thigh.

"Hold on for me, I'm nearly there."

It would be so easy to whine in protest, but he's looking at you like you're sacred and you don't want to deny him.

You pick up the pace with your hips and Tom murmurs encouragement through his moans, telling you how good you're doing.

He tenses up under you, panting for breath as you trail slow, lazy kisses along his neck.

You love the way he looks under you, wrecked and boneless.

Once the clean up and rehydration part of the aftercare is done, you curl up at Tom's side under the blanket, draping your legs over his lap as he tucks you under his arm.

"That was nice, we should do this again some time."

Tom chuckles at your jovial tone, pressing a kiss to your temple.

Oh my days, you posted this back in 2019...

Yes, I actually do have a DS Tom Anderson x reader in my drafts...which has been sitting there longer than this request. I'm currently writing the ending for it and vow that it will be the next thing I post.

And that poor Nathan Appleby fic...

Oh, honey…could I ever! Gotta admit, this one was challenging for me (in terms of thinking of ways his magic would act up), but a fun write nevertheless…sorry it took so long!

NSFW BBC Merlin x Reader - Wedding Night

Fandom: BBC Merlin

Pairing: Merlin x Reader

Warnings: Smut...and not my usual writing style (re: dot points) but I'm wayyyy to lazy to edit. Enjoy!

A giddy giggle bubbled past your lips as you dashed into the bedroom with a grin.

Your newlywed groom was hot on your heels with a smile to match, hand held tightly in yours

You shut and bolt the door before pressing Merlin up against it.

One kiss is all it takes to set your heart on fire.

Merlin is quick to trade places with you, lips coming down to worship your neck.

You feel the heat rise in your cheeks as your eyes slide shut, head leaning back against the door.

The feel of Merlin’s hands firm on your hips gives you butterflies.

You can’t help the grin that stretches across your face as you let out another giggle.

Merlin pulls back to fix you with a look.

“What is it?”

“Nothing,” you reassure him with a shake of your head.

Your hands cup his face before you run them through his hair.

“It’s just that...I can’t believe that I finally get to call you my husband.”

The loved up smile on your face is contagious and Merlin can’t help but return the gesture.

“And I get to call you my wife.”

A sharp exhale of breathless laughter shoots past your lips as you stare into your husband’s eyes.

“Yes, you do...”

The words are murmured as you gaze down at Merlin’s lips, slowly inching down towards your own.

You loop your arms around Merlin’s shoulders as the kiss deepens.

You spin around and start to back up towards the bed, careful not to break the kiss.

Merlin follows your lead, heart thumping in his chest.

Both excited by what is to come and not wanting to trip over your feet.

You watch Merlin through the mirror as he undresses you, his gaze catches yours in the reflection and his eyes twinkle with an idea.

He guides to to kneel at the edge of the bed, magicking silk ropes to tie around your wrists on either post.

“M-Merlin, what…”

“Hush, my wife. You needn’t worry. Just let me worship you and enjoy.”

You relax into the kiss until you feel your nipple being sucked into another mouth.

You pull away from the kiss only to see another Merlin…there are two Merlin’s in bed with you.

The original Merlin latched his mouth onto your neck, your eyes glazed over as you watched your husband and his double pleasure you.

A cry of pleasure was pulled from you as you felt a tongue between your lips licking all the way up to your clit.

A third clone of Merlin was on his back below you, arms wrapping around your thighs to guide you to sit on his face.

Your eyes couldn’t believe the sinful scene playing out in the mirror, and complaint was the furthest thing from your mind.

So many mouths, tongues and hands worshipping you all at once, it was heavenly.

There’s no stopping the cries tumbling from your lips as you grind down into Merlin’s mouth, greedily lapping up all the pleasure he’s giving you.

It doesn't take long for you to come undone, your knees shaking and knuckles turning white as you squeeze the silky ropes in your fists.

"Merlin...Merlin, please...it's too much..."

The long, languid licks along your clit fade away as the clone disappears from your view of the mirror's reflection.

One of the Merlins moves behind you, pressing his hand below your ribcage and you lean back into him, head falling back on his shoulder.

The other Merlin trails his tongue and lips from your breasts to your neck, you tilt your head to give him better access and get swept up into a kiss with the Merlin at your back.

You moan when you feel the fingers of one hand tease your clit, breaking the kiss to gasp when you feel the fingers of another stroking the slick walls of your cunt.

Your eyes flit back to the mirror, what a sight to behold - your face flushed and drunk with pleasure, the Merlin at your back with one hand at your clit as his other hand a feather-light touch at your throat as he kisses along your jaw.

Merlin's double kneels on the bed at your side, increasing the pressure of his stroking fingers inside you while keeping the same slow pace, his other hand alternating touches from your hip, waist and breast, his mouth lavishing your other breast with attention.

You had often wanted to have a lover to touch and kiss you all over simultaneously, but to experience it in the flesh was something else.

"Merlin...!"

"Fear not, my wife, I have you. I have cast a spell on these walls, not a soul outside them will hear you...you can let go. Come, let me hear you."

You renew your grip on the silk as you grind your hips towards his hands, cries and breathy sounds tumbling from your lips.

When Merlin feels the your walls tightening around his fingers, he presses a firm hand into your lower belly, his fingers not letting up their pleasuring touches on your body.

You come undone for a second time, your eyes opening just in time to watch Merlin suck the fingers coated in your slick into his mouth, his eyes glinting as he disappears from your sight.

"Merlin, please...I need you inside me. Now."

"How do you wish to have me?"

"I want you under me. I want to look into my husband's eyes."

Merlin's eyes glow gold in the mirror and before you know it, your wish is granted - you're no longer facing the mirror, but the sight of your newlywed husband lying back against the pillows and nestled between your hips.

He drags the head of his cock back and forth over your clit until you beg him to cease his teasing.

You both moan when he slides himself inside, unable to tear your eyes away from each other, mouths agape.

You had both dreamed of this moment since the first sparks of attraction flickered between you and now it was here...you didn't have the words to describe the pleasure of it, how holy it was.

Merlin pushed himself up from the bed and pressed a kiss between your breasts, your hands burned to touch him.

"Release my hands, let me touch you."

The silk ropes slithered undone and you wasted no time combing your hands through Merlin's hair, tilting his face up for a kiss.

One arm wraps around his back as you press your hand into his chest, grinding down on him.

A whine leaves your lips, it's not enough - you want to be impossibly closer to him.

Merlin groans when you move off of his lap, pulling at his hand to get him sitting upright and can't help but protest,

"Beloved..."

You ease yourself into his lap once you can coil your legs around his hips, looping your arms around his shoulders once Merlin's hard cock is sheathed within you again.

Your limbs were wound so tight around his torso that Merlin didn't need to use his hands to keep himself upright on the bed.

Instead he used his hands and mouth to worship your breasts, groaning with approval when you dragged your fingertips down his back.

You threw your head back, lips parted as you continued to roll your hips into Merlin's, grinding your clit against his pubic bone.

The heat pooling in your belly was spreading out down your legs, you knew it wouldn't be long until you came undone again.

"Kiss my neck."

Merlin did has he was told, dragging his short fingernails down your spine over and over again, causing your skin to tingle in wake of his touch.

You kept your movements slow and steady until that familiar burst of energy fired its way through your body, Merlin's name spilling from your lips over and over.

You and Merlin fell back onto the mattress as you released your hold on each other, bodies becoming lax as you came down from sensual heaven.

Soft, sated laughter bubbled from your lips as Merlin coaxed your body to turn so your head was lying on the pillows and your heavy eyes slid closed.

You heard water dripping in a bowl, felt the warm cloths wipe you down from head to toe.

Merlin was especially gentle as cleaned between your legs, the involuntary shake of your legs as he tended to you gave away how sensitive you were feeling in the aftermath.

Your doting husband helped you sit up enough to take a few sips of water from a goblet before he laid you back down, pressing a kiss to your temple.

"Rest well, my beloved wife. I'll be having you again in the morning."

The Switch

Fandom: Merlin

Pairing: Merlin x Fem!Reader

Summary: While teaching himself some new magic, Merlin mixes up the wrong potion. The result? The two of you end up switching bodies.

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This morning Arthur had left on a hunting trip with the knights, thus giving Merlin the rare opportunity to have a few hours to himself. The young warlock decided to make use of this free time by trying out a new potion from one of the books Gaius had given him. Merlin finished mixing the concoction together and poured it into a cup before murmuring a low incantation, his eyes flashing gold. He raised the cup to his lips, taking a careful sip. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. No...it wasn’t supposed to taste like that, according to the book. What had he done wrong? Merlin placed the cup back down on the table as he turned his attention back to the book, flicking through the pages. He was so engrossed in his task that he didn’t hear you enter the room.

“Ah, Merlin! Do you know where Gaius is? He’s been summoned and I’ve been run ragged trying to find him...” you trailed off as you came to a stop by the table, eying the inviting cup in front of you.

“I could use a drink, I’m so thirsty. You don’t mind if I have a sip, do you Merlin?” you lifted the cup to your lips without waiting for an answer.

Merlin’s eyes grew wide as he realised his blunder before he turned his panicked gaze to you. “No, don’t!”

But it was too late - the damage had been done.

“Ugh!” You set the cup down with a grimace, “that doesn’t taste like water.”

Merlin opened his mouth to respond to you, but you heard nothing. You were far too preoccupied with the strange feeling that came over you. You felt like you had been knocked off your horse with a lance - it was a peculiar sensation. You felt as if you were thrust back, then like you were falling, similar to the way your body would jerk when it was teetering on the edge of sleep. After what seemed like an age, you felt your feet hit solid ground. Which would have been a relief if you actually felt normal. You thought you heard Merlin groan next to you.

“Mmm...” You let out a sound of dissatisfaction as you lifted your hands to rub your temples. Your head was pounding. “I feel so weird...what on earth was in that drink? Why does my voice sound so odd?”

You lifted a hand to your throat, only for your fingers to come into contact with a very prominent Adam’s apple and a hint of stubble. You froze as your eyes grew wide. That wasn’t normal. You lifted your hands to your face, feeling over the structure of it before running your fingers through your hair. Only it wasn’t your face or hair that you were feeling - definitely not.

“Why does my chest feel so tight?”

Your eyes snapped over to the sound of the voice - your voice - and your heart just about leapt up into your throat at the sight in front of you. You were watching yourself - or at least your body - look very confused as your hands patted over your bound breasts. You felt the dread wash over you like a bucket of cold water, but you had to be sure.

“Merlin?”

You watched your body turn to face you, your face expressing the dread you felt.

“(Name)?”

Before you could even think to scream, Gaius entered the room. “Merlin! Perfect timing, I need you to go gather some herbs -“

“I’m not Merlin.” You interrupted the physician, in Merlin’s voice. In Merlin’s body.

Gaius raised an eyebrow at you until the real Merlin stepped forward and said: “I am.”

In your body. And your voice. Then Gaius raised both eyebrows.

It took a few minutes of explaining for the three of you to be on the same page. Once you overcame your initial shock regarding Merlin and his magical abilities, attention was drawn to the more pressing manner at hand - how to return Merlin and yourself back to your respective bodies. Gaius was sure that there was a book hidden somewhere in the library that would have the reversal spell needed to undo what had been done. Retrieving said book and finding the necessary spell would take time, however. So for now, there was a more pressing matter to sort at hand - the question of whether or not Merlin’s magical abilities had transferred out of his body along with him. Merlin insisted that a simple test would suffice - such as moving the pitcher of water on the table with your mind. Sure, it seemed simple enough…and then you set the table on fire. After watching Merlin (in your body) and Gaius scramble to put it out with wide eyes, the panic set in.

“Oh, no…I can’t go out there.”

“Don’t worry, (Name), I promise you’ll be fine.”

“No, no! Merlin, I can’t! What if something happens? They’ll kill you! I couldn’t live with myself if something happened-”

Merlin places his (your?) hands on your (his?) shoulders and the panic dies on your tongue.

“Nothing will happen. We’re going to be fine. My magic only works when I put intention and will behind it. Just keep yourself calm and all will be well. Trust me.”

“Merlin.” Gaius’ tone is straightforward and brooks no room for argument, “Go fetch the ingredients needed for the reversal spell. (Name) has run errands for my apothecary before, no one will question it.

Merlin nods, giving you a small, awkward smile that he probably intended to be comforting before leaving and Gaius fixes his eyes upon you.

“Follow me, we can’t afford to keep King Uther waiting. Don’t speak if you can help it, let me do the talking,” Gaius takes your (Merlin’s?) hand in one of his and gives it a gentle pat. “Merlin was right to tell you not to fret. He may have a penchant for magical mishaps, but he also is just as skilled as fixing them.”

You try to smile, but fear it comes out more like a grimace, “We better hurry. It’s been some time since I was sent to find you.”

“Yes, and if Fortune smiles upon us at all, the Prince will be too busy enjoying his hunting party to even think of returning before noon.”