#i need to be FREED PLEASEEEE

[jgracie]

to the person at edexcel who thought it was ok to make physics paper 2 my LAST exam i hope ur pillows r always warm and ur charger is always broken

[starless-nightz]

i sent this request to someone else about a year and a half ago and i went back to look at it but they never made it into a fic so i thought it’d ask you instead while also making some small changes to my old request

Eloise bridgerton x fem!royalty!reader where two women can get married as long as one of them is rich enough to support the both of them

reader has to soon take over the throne because she is an only child but she has to first get married so she goes to London to find a wife or a husband and Eloise accidentally makes reader laugh (like that one scene w queen charlotte) which makes Eloise catch readers eye and she tries to court Eloise but Eloise being herself decides to be stubborn and act as if she has no feelings for the reader

readers mother strictly reminds her that she has little time left to find a match which forces reader to move on and try to find someone else who’s more willing to marry

of course Eloise gets jealous which makes her realize her mistake and it end’s with Eloise confessing right before the day reader is about to propose to another girl saying something along the lines of “dont marry her”

happy ending pleaseeee

Eloise being courted by fem! royalty! reader

note -> I absolutely love this idea! I made this into HCs and a scenario since I dont have any idea how to make it into a fic, sorry :[

warnings -> none.

content includes -> fluff/angst, smitten reader, jealousy.

You didnt want to get married, but you had to, as you knew your father was at the brink of death and you would soon need to ascend the throne, forcing you to marry

You disliked the girls this season, they only liked you for your power and money, you wanted someone who would genuienly love you

The moment your eyes layed on Eloise Bridgerton you knew you were smitten, and the way she talks and jokes always make you laugh

You tried to court her, always sending her, her mother and her sisters flowers and gifts, dancing with her at balls, reading and talking about her favorite books, even becoming close friends with some of her brothers

But Eloise did not want you, or at least she acted like it, so your mother forced you to find someone else

The girl wasn't too bad, but she wasn't Eloise, and you knew you could never love her, even if you tried, but she was the best choice from the ton, so you asked her father for her hand, which he agreed

You didnt understand why Eloise was so upset that you were courting another, she didn't want you, after all, but she proved you wrong the day before you were going to propose

"You cannot marry her! I wouldnt allow it!" Eloise said as she grabbed your arm, her eyes filled with guilt and jealousy.

"Why not? I wanted you, Eloise, but you made it quite clear you did not want me, and I must marry if I were to ascend the throne." you said as you looked back at her, you loved her, but she did not love you, so you have to marry another.

You freed your arm from her grip and you turned away to leave, until you heard her say-

"But I want you! I was wrong, i was stuborn, I want you and I do not wish to see you marry another!" she said, a tear running down her cheek, stopping you dead in your tracks.

You turned back to her, losing your breath, she wanted you? All along she wanted you?

"Are you certian you want me?" you asked her and she nodded, looking back up at you.

"I have loved you ever since you started courting me, but I was too stuborn to admit it, i have only realised it when you started courting another, please, i cant see you marry another." her voice broke as she spoke, her eyes begging and pleading for you.

"I could never imagine choosing another over you, especially now that I know you return my undying love." you said as you bringed her closer, pulling her in a kiss which she gladly returned.

[honeybeefae]

Forgotten Ties (Eris Vanserra x Reader)

Summary// Years trying to forget him. Years forming a new life, a new home, to try and rebuild what he had so carelessly thrown away. Only for it to all come crumbling down with a single meeting.

(Okay I totally wrote this all at once. It’s just an idea I had, I’d love to write more parts if y’all want! It’s a bit different from what I usually write so I hope you like it!❤️)

Part Two / Part Three / Part Four

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WARNINGS: Slight angst

You lived with your daughter Helena in the Rainbow district of Velaris, having moved here shortly after giving birth thanks to a friend who opened up her home to you.

Being from the Autumn Court you had never known the beauty of the Night Court, especially Velaris, and even now you were still blown away.

When you had moved here you offered to create some gowns for your friend to display, to try and gather some money for rent and your child, and were surprised at how fast they were snatched up. It was so successful that you eventually had the money to open up your own store.

The shop you owned was small, squished between a pottery shop and an artists den. You were a seamstress just as your father was. You loved the intricate patterns you could create with your fingertips, how the different fabrics mixed and felt. It was something you had grown up doing and had also seen you through the trials under the mountain.

The nights were tireless, the days long as you took care of your daughter while also running your business. However you never let Helena see your worries. She was your entire world, the light of your life, and you did not want her to fuss over you.

She was a spitting image of her father with her auburn locks and amber eyes. You never regretted having Helena but you wish you hadn’t been so naive when you had met that man, hadn’t believed his lies and sweet words.

He still haunted your dreams to this day. The nightmares were of him leaving you the day you were all freed, passing you by as if you didn’t exist. The dreams were of the nights you spent together, the promises you had made and the comfort of his arms.

You kept a napkin next to your bedside table so you could wipe away the tears before Helena ran into your room in the mornings.

“Mama! Mama! Can I have this one? Pleaseeee?” She whined, breaking you from your thoughts as you turned to the window full of dolls.

The two of you were strolling through the shops on your way home. It had been a rare day off and you took her out to go see the ships sailing away with a picnic by the sea.

“Helena, don’t you already have that one?” You smiled lovingly, brushing the hair out of her eyes as she pouted. “Your entire room is filled to the top with dolls.”

“But not this one!” She argued, crossing her arms.

Your shoulders shook with a chuckle as you shook your head, placing a hand on her back and ushering her forward.

“Perhaps another time, love, maybe we can-“ You stopped in the middle of your sentence when you looked down the street, seeing someone you had never thought you would have to see again.

He was the same as you remembered, though he seemed to have more frown lines. People were whispering as he walked beside the High Lord and Lady, his hands behind his back as he took in the city.

“Mama?” Helena tugged on your arm, a worried look on her face. You took a deep breath and gathered yourself together, bending down to Helena’s height.

“I’m alright, darling. I just need you to hold mama’s hand tight, okay? We need to get home now.” You tried to say softly though even you could hear the urgency in your tone.

“What’s wrong?” She asked, observant as always. You kissed her cheek and stood up straight, grabbing her hand.

“Nothing, I just forgot that I left the stove on! I need to go turn it off.” You lied through your teeth, not waiting to see if she bought it as you started speed-walking through the crowd.

You had to go the way the trio was coming in order to get home so you did your best to lay low, weaving through the crowd like a snake. The sign of your shop started to peek through and just as you made into the clearing, you heard your name.

“Y/N!” Feyre called, waving her arm. You winced, closing your eyes. “Y/N! I need a favor from you, from Nesta!”

If you pretended you didn’t hear her you could be home within minutes. However, you knew she knew you had heard her. You pushed Helena behind your skirts and turned to your High Lady, bowing.

“What can I help you with, my lady?” You asked, giving her a small smile.

Feyre rolled her eyes and shook her head. “Please, there is no need to be so formal. Nesta was wanting a dress tailored for her for Solstice.”

“I can certainly do that…though it is short notice.” You point out, smirking. Feyre nodded and apologized on behalf of her sister but you assured it was fine. Nesta had become somewhat of a friend to you as you were apparently the only person who could get her outfits “right.”

“I appreciate it, Y/N.” She smiled, noticing Helena peering out behind you. “And how has this little princess been?”

“She’s been good. We just-“ You were cut off by Rhysand’s sudden appearance, his violet eyes warm as he gazed at Feyre. However you didn’t have time to dwell over the love between them as their visitor also appeared, his eyes widening when they connected with yours.

Tension was heavy in the air as you felt your heart stop. You felt warm and cold at the same time, your stomach twisted in so many knots that you were afraid you would vomit up your lunch. It felt like time stood still until he whispered, “Y/N?”

You took a step back, your heart breaking at hearing your name off his lips. It was too much. And Helena…

She was looking up at you innocently, red curls framing her face perfectly. You looked down at her, your lips parted, before back up at him.

“Do you know her, Eris?” Rhysand asked, his tone confused as he sensed something between the two of you.

However Eris was paying him no mind nor you. His gaze was entirely fixated on your daughter who was now clinging to your dress. You could see him studying her, working through dates in his mind, and watched as his face changed from confusion to shock.

“Goodbye.” You croaked, barely giving your High Lord and Lady a glance as you picked up Helena and tore through the crowds at breakneck speed. She was holding onto you tightly, mouthing of questions about the man with the red hair, but you couldn’t hear her over the roaring of your ears.

Eris stood there, watching you disappear with a child…a daughter.

His daughter.

[wttcsms]

sneak peek at the black noir fic pleaseeee🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

out of fear of rambling and getting too deep in the weeds, all you need to know is that reader is a dupe during the first successful run of compound v (so you’re actually a young adult in the 1930s already). you originally tried to run away and hide from vought, but you were quickly found + captured + then sedated and shipped off into some fancy cryochamber where you’ve been basically a girl frozen in time. the first time you’re freed is by stan edgar, current ceo of vought, and you’ve been so out of the loop that you’re struggling to navigate the modern world (a recurring problem in this fic 😭)

bc i can’t shut up abt it, reader is meant to be a very sweet character!!! you’re naive and way too trusting and out of your element + per your agreement with stan, you can’t reveal that you’re not from this time but it’s getting increasingly hard. i love dynamics where you two are opposites, and since we know noir is mute, reader’s ability is being able to compel/command people to do whatever you say by using the power of your voice. (a very niche power that is easy to weaponize and use for the benefit of say… executives at vought 😮) a major point of this fic is that noir is the superhero but reader wants to be the one to “save” him for once. and you get manipulated, sure, but vought can really control you once they catch wind of your closeness w noir. they start threatening you by saying they’ll send noir off on increasingly dangerous missions & you care abt him so deeply, you can’t bear to see him hurt so you comply with them and noir is not very happy when he finds out !!!!

[cliffbar-booth]

Can you PLEASEEEE write some smut for Peter Whitman💔 I’M ON MY KNEES

Shenanigans PART ONE

tumblr wouldn't let me post the whole thing

warnings: idfk daddy kink and overstimulation

"You're mine," he whispered, his thumb gently caressing my skin, his breath fanning over my face. The words came tumbling out of his mouth without pause, like a man who had thought about this countless times before. His eyes darkened as he leaned toward me, his lips hovering over mine as though he was afraid to break the spell. His tongue flicked out quickly to taste my bottom lip, which trembled ever so slightly. "I know we should wait until the wedding to get married… and then i can take care of you properly. But i can't think of anything better than marrying you now. Not even a wedding night. Do you agree, slut?"He spoke quietly, his gaze darkening even more as he uttered the last word. he knew she like those petnames, especially at times like these. She always flushed whenever he called her 'slut,' and if he told her to 'fucking lay down on the bed and suck me off,' she would do so without hesitation. She would always tell him, with complete honesty that she loved him, that she didn't need anyone else. She needed him. She would do anything for him. She would give herself to him completely. He slammed his lips against hers passionately, grinding his cock against her pussy, their hips touching often. His hand snaked down between our bodies, cupping my ass possessively as he groaned deeply. She moaned loudly and arched her back against him, pressing his cock deeper inside her sex as her hands slid down his chest, running along the front of his pants. His hands moved to her backside, pulling her closer as he rubbed against her, making her moan louder still. his hands slipped under her dress to cup her breasts gently. y/n gasped and shivered under his touch, arching her back more aggressively. Her legs wrapped around his waist as her palms traveled up his back. His fingers continued to move inside her sex as he ground himself against her, his cock rubbing against her clit. She whimpered and squirmed beneath him, her body trembling as she felt his cock throbbing against her. He groaned and pressed his forehead against hers, breathing heavily. "I love you, y/n. I love you so much." He whispered, kissing her again. She moaned and pushed her hips against his, rocking herself against him desperately. Her hands ran through his hair as her thighs squeezed around his waist tighter. He groaned and gripped her thighs, lifting her easily. y/n shrieked and wrapped her legs around his waist, holding on tightly as he carried her bridal style to the bedroom. His large hands gripped her legs, stroking them slowly as he walked. y/n moaned and bit her lip, her cheeks flushed red as she felt his cock pulsating against her pussy. He laid her down on the bed and climbed on top of her, his hands moving to her breasts once more. He sucked one nipple into his mouth while his other hand massaged her clit. y/n moaned, biting her lower lip as she writhed underneath him. She threw her head back in pleasure as he stroked her clit faster, her movements becoming rougher. She bucked her hips up towards him as he reached his goal. He growled low in his throat as he pumped harder, his erection brushing against her. He thrust harder, moaning her name as she came with a shuddering gasp. She collapsed beneath him, panting as she lay on the mattress. She felt spent. Every inch of her ached from his passion. She smiled up at him, her lips wet and swollen from his kisses. He grinned at her and sat up, reaching behind himself to undo his belt and unzip his pants. y/n watched, mesmerized, as he freed his penis from his briefs. She gasped, feeling her own arousal stir inside her. He smirked down at her and strode back to the edge of the bed, bending down to pull off his shoes. As he stood back up, he looked down at her and smiled mischievously.

[ran-orimoto]

Thank you for your kind words about my anxiety 🥺. I really like your hcs. They give me happiness so never stop doing what you’re doing because of people hating on you. You’re very sweet and talented and a fresh air around here. Please draw and write Junzumi asm as you can. I hope someday I will show up without embarass🙈

Awww Anon💕💕💕. Like I’ve said, you’re super welcome here whenever you feel lost or down. I have got my struggling anxious moments as well, so you can count on me and my trash whenever you feel sad.

That day I couldn’t sketch anything for your ask, but since you like Junzumi headcanons, I think you could appreciate a messy Junpei and Izumi in make up lesson session🤣. Opera singers have to learn how to use make up too, and this trash hc has been bugging me for a while because it needed to be freed after so long. I did sketch this because of an occasion, but I don’t think I will post the whole thing here soon??? I don’t know.

“Izumi-Chan! Izumi-Chan! Teach me how to use make up, pleaseeee~~~~”

“Va bene!”

And he didn’t take in consideration she would have to touch his face.

Izumi-Chan here, Izumi-Chan there but when Izumi-Chan gets physically close, glory dreams turn into mush.

[Take care, Anon💕!]

[ram-de]

[read] ravensong thoughts vomit (pt. 2)

who tf is dale AHHHHH I just want my son (38 years old) to be happy and enjoying life stop being so blue😔 but he hasn't moved on WHY IS GORDO SO SIMILIAR TO OX AUGHHHH

Gordo hasn't healed yet because he kept being dragged into shits hshsjsjsjjs

They're pushing robbie and Kelly hard which honestly I don't mind their antics are soooo cute😂 i also felt like the dynamics is gonna be different (quiet cat ox/talkalot pup joe, grumpy bitter old man gordo/sad uncle mark), Kelly is portrayed to be the softer one (tho he seems like a copy of Carter at times since they're always a package except for that one Ox/Kelly and gordo/Kelly scene) while robbie seems to be a glass canon, WHICH MAKES A GOOD DISASTER PAIR. pleaseeee less angst for their book mr klune😔 also let's switch things up by having the non-bennets courting the other... UAGSHSJSHHE DO I SKIP THIS ANGSTY BOOK AND JUMP INSTEAD(no I won't)

Ok so speciesicm exists in this world. calling an omega 'IT' like an animal too??? THE WOLF GOVERNMENT IS ROTTEN AT THE CORE

can we send my son (38 years old) to therapy please

Bruh omegas are just lost soul like no wonder they wander for a pack... someone help them😔

man gordo really picked up from his old man Marty... Smoke a lot... Swear a lot... Likes fixing cars. If Mark were indeed there at the funeral and couldn't bother to console my grieving son than I don't know what else was so important mark.... APOLOGISE TO MY SON NOW

Has been in my mind how come gordo is so sad when he has like a solid friend group (love u rico tanner and chris), they even bother him, visits him and drag him to hangouts. Was gordo that closed off?? Some pain aren't meant to be shared but how I wish he'd let people help...

they're so lively😭 THEY'RE MENACES HSGSHSJSH I love my old man crews

this bar chapter is top tier I'm cackling hshshsh they're so silly NOT CARTER?? NOT ELIZABETH SHSGSJSJ STOPP SHE'S A REFINED LADY

😐😮‍💨 not again it was going so well am I here to be tortured by pain HAVE MY SON GORDO NOT SUFFERED ENOUGH why can't mark just BACK OFFF

Can we not do infidelity can mark just leave gordo alone HAS HE APOLOGIZED YET? NO? EXACTLY....!!

Is this long ass excerpt about gordo pissing really needed for the story...... Um. I'll take this over him hurting so you know what? Keep pissing, gordo!

Mark you cheater EUGH

I love my son gordo for standing his ground he is just like ox fr

THE ALPHA SOCIETY LIED A LOTTTT I know for sure Richard has been an insider job. Hunters rampage. They need some method of eradicating. Thus. Robert livingstone being freed. Some sort of magic to keeps people head not saying too much. Pappas is a puppet. What else? What's the grand plan here. Hunters eradication but extends to human in packs.

Gordo has been carrying the safety of the town FOR YEARS!! manipulating civilians memories so they didn't know werewolves and magics. And knowing there's only one (1) witch in the town HES DOING ALL OF IT???

INFECTION... ZOMBIES... MINDLESS DRONES...

Nooooo mark got bit😔

SHUT IT ELIZABETH YOU DON'T GET TO PUSH GORDO TO FORGIVE MARK!! NOT WHEN YOU. ALSO. LEFT. HIM!! And didn't even bother send a letter!

Also mark hasn't even told what his story was. He just kept. "You don't understand!" got cut off "But I tried when I could!" doesn't change the fact that you still left wolf boy AND got cut off "I've been telling you! You don't know the-"

AUGH whatever mark is gonna turn feral (coz I read the chapter list) and then gordo somehow saved him coz he's hi is tether or something or the wooden raven yea yea that tracks

I live my grumpy protective uncle gordo he's such a menace sometimes

fuck I teared up a bit again don't die mark...😔

no no no no robbie sweetheart we are not going to justify Thomas benett leaving his witch alone to fend for himself shit it with being forced! He have. Choices!

ox is awesome indeed hzgzhsbejhzus

noo noo NOOO WITCH PATRICE we are not condoning Thomas Bennet being a prick alpha just because "he made mistakes" SHUT YOUR MOUTH OFF

Gordo's tether being the wooden raven mark gave him, not mark himself. But what,what he promised, what could have been, the memories of pack and clumsy kisses and all of that youth before, before. Gordo my son😭 im taking him to therapy

Girl why do these wolf hunters talk like anime characters (which I like) THEY'RE SO Edgy BRUH THEIR SPEECH TAKES UP LIKE 3 PAGES LONG!! all of that saying bunch of complex words that I don't even know what do they're saying (I'm not a native speaker💀)

GRABHH I DONT KNOW THE CHRISTIAN LORE SO ALL THIS REFERENCE IS LOST ON ME??? WHAT ARE YOU SAYING GIRL I can feel the literacy skills leaving my brain

So is she doing a sermon while running ahead of the wolves? Or maybe she's dragged by the wolves on leash? Or is she like, stopping to make speech, and then running again? If she run, can gordo even hear all the sermon?? And if she's not running, how far are they? Who's listening to you girl😂

I just resized the text to make it smaller and lord save me💀 AGHHHH I HATE LONG PARAGRAPHS MAKE IT STOP I DONT KNOW WHERE TO READDD

Meredith king im sorry to break it to you, but you're a chuunibyou girl😔

Fucking finally. Mark it only took you 54% way through the book to admit. That. You. Are. To blame. GOSH. it took longer than it should. A near-death gordo. AND GOROD DONT DOWNPLAY IT PLS

Gordo is being an asshole BECAUSE HE HAS ALL THE RIGHT TOOO fuck mark honestly,, I will always back you up my son

I still feel like mark's apology isn't enough for me to forgive (it was not my place to forgive lmao) but so long as my son gordo is healing and seeing green and not more blue then thats fine as well. Mark you're on thin ice

😭 finally... Cuties

Don't worry gordo even if u absolve thomas bennett of his wrongdoing I will carry the resentment enough for both of us

I AGREE there's too much entangled plots like what do you mean there's evil alpha society, wolf hunters, infection shit and gordo's daddy issues ?????? I liked the first half better. Book 1 better (age issue aside)

Why do I feel like the past 50 pages until now has been a drag... Like pacing issues? Tension issues? One time tension is all high like live or death then next page it's all OK and rico's joking about something and then another conclict issues and then suddenly non-solved but ok for now like?

It's all been happening for like 1-2 days?? Hello?😭 I feel like too much is developed... There is a lot to unpack I know BUT SPACE IT OUT???

What the fluff this is a bit violent with bloods and claws (I'm a bit vanilla)... Anyways...

pup mark's thoughts :(

FUCKING THOMAS BENNETT AGAIN. screw him I'M GONNA DANCE IN HIS GRAVE GOOD THING HE dyed his hair into the color of ash or something. FUCKING THOMAS BENNETT AND HIS ALPHA "FAMILY ABOVE ALL" BULLSHIT YOU LEFT ONE OF YOUR OWN FOR WHAT???

THANK YOU THANK YOU MARK YESSS SURGE THE POWER OF ANGER. RISE. RISE RISE RISE.

YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND I FUCKING HATE THOMAS I'M TURNING INTO RICHARD COLLINS AAAAGHHHJHHJ fuck character flaws fuck humane traits because I'm so... RESENTFUL. HE NEVER APOLOGIZED TO GORDO WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH THAT MAN. all of my son gordo's resentment is valid AND justifiable. Consider yourself lucky he forgave you. AAGHHH THE HATE IS CONSUMING ME

can we just let them sleep plz there's like 20years of angst resolved just... This is what I meant about the wonky tension shgdshsjshs it's such a whiplash

can we not have thomas back in the story again HES DEAD FOR FUCK SAKE AUGHJTTT SCREW CLOSURE HE DOESN'T DESERVE CLOSURE

Who is this timber wolf and why is he cute and possessive

My uncle gordo is protective and clumsy and cute and NOOO CARTER :'(

shut up Elizabeth if Thomas rly loved gordo he should tell him himself when he had the time. AND HE HAD ALL THE TIME! before he's dead. So. BACK OFF MY SON

[allegra-writes]

Black Magic Girl

Peter Parker x Reader

NSFW

Warnings: Smut

The request:

PLS! I have this request I was thinking about for a while and it’s like te reader is a witch that casts a spell on Peter, it’s kind of like a truth spell that also lowers inhibitions, and he literally ravishes her because of it cause he’s wanted her since he first met her and now he literally cannot control himself.

And:

I have read so many Peter Parker fanfics but the one I want soooo badly is where Peter Parker gets suuper dominant. Do you think you could write it? Pleaseeee 🌸

MY MASTERLIST

"Got me so blind I can't see

That she's a black magic woman

And she's tryin' to make a devil out of me"

- Black magic woman, Fleetwood Mac.

"Peter? Peter…" Your voice reached him like through a haze, or like he was underwater, your increasingly frantic tone cutting through the fog inside his head. "Please, Peter, please just… just open your eyes…"

He didn't want to, he truly didn't want to, his head was killing him and his stomach felt queasy. Almost as if he was hungover, but that wasn't possible.

"Ow… ouch…"

"Oh, thank the gods!" You almost sobbed in relief as his eyes fluttered open.  He was ok. You helped him sit up on the floor, and he smiled, a little loopilly, at you.

"Hey…" He greeted, leaning heavily on you, so close that you could feel his warm breath on your face, "Wha- what happened?"

Peter frowned, taking a look around the interrogation room: the metal table, chairs and even the prisoner were overturned and laying messily around the both of you.

You flinched,

"I was trying to cast a spell…"

Oh, yeah, the spell, he remembered now. The herbs, the chanting, the rose-gold light.

"The truth spell," He recalled, "You were trying to cast a truth spell, for- for the asgardian dude…"

"Yeah…"

"What happened?"

You sighed,

"It kinda… exploded I guess"

"Kid! Are you alright?" Tony and Steve came running from the hallway, no doubt having seen the whole thing through the security cameras.

"Fine, Mr. Stark," He stood, steadying himself with your help, "just a little dizzy"

"What about you, doll, you ok?" Steve hovered over you and you could swear a soft growl vibrated in Peter's chest "This is our fault, I knew we shouldn't have let you try this alone"

You controlled the urge to roll your eyes, it was always like that with the Captain, he was always babying you, underestimating you. You hated it.

"I'm fine"

"But the spell backfired, it-"

"No… I don't think it did" You interrupted him, "I mean, it didn't hit me, it didn't knock me back like…" You trailed off. Like it had done everything else .

"Woah, Mr. Stark, I don't feel so good" Peter stumbled, both you and Tony holding him to stop him from falling face first on the floor.

"Kiddo, what is it? Talk to me"

Peter babbled intelligibly. You cursed.

"What? What is going on, y/n?" Tony questioned, visibly worried, ignoring Steve's automatic language protest.

"I-I think it worked. His pupils are dilated, we need to take him to the med bay, fast!"

"Why? I mean it's just a truth spell…"

"It's not just any truth spell" You snapped, "It's like… like a gallon of alcohol all at once, it loosens your tongue by lowering your inhibitions to the point of nonexistence! You tell the truth because the filter between your brain and your mouth disappears!"

Peter looked positively green now,

"Oh, shit! Take me to the med bay, take me to the med bay NOW! Mr. Stark, please!"

Tony's eyes flickered between you and his protege's terrified face, he knew exactly what Peter was afraid to tell you.

And he actually thought it was about time.

"Sorry, underoos, prisoner is waking up, we have to start this interrogation right away" he apologized, sounding anything but sorry, "but you can walk, it's not that far, you can lock yourself there until the effect wears out."

"Oh, princess, go with him, would ya? Make sure he doesn't get into any trouble on the way" Tony added as an afterthought. You nodded and took Peter's arm as you guided him out of the room, none of you paying any mind to the super soldiers protests.

"Please, you don't have to do this" Peter tried to disentangle from you once you were far enough from the older Avengers ears, "I- I can make it to the bay by myself"

You scoffed,

"Is that true?"

"No, I just wanna get away from you fast" Peter blurted out. You stopped dead in your tracks.

"What? Why?" You tried to keep the hurt out of your voice, you really did.

"Because" His breathy voice in your ear sent an unexpected shiver down your spine as he leaned even closer, putting more of his weight on you, "I don't trust myself near you right now"

You gulped. There was something in his voice, something you couldn't put your finger on. Something primal, almost dark. The shift in him was so sudden it left you stunned, dazed.

"Wh-what do you mean?"

"I mean it takes me a lot of self control to keep myself away from you" He explained, between gritted teeth, the struggle clear in his tone, "and I can feel that control slip away… I don't know… how much longer can I keep it together"

You turned to meet his eyes and you found them darkened with lust, with barely contained desire.

"What if… what if I don't want you to stay away from me?"

A helpless noise left his throat, a wordless surrender, as his will finally broke, as he crushed his lips to yours. He nibbled at your lower lip before licking it, before coaxing your mouth open with his tongue. You felt your body come alive, every nerve ending screaming for more, more of the taste of his tongue, more of his body against yours. You snaked your arms around his neck and felt his twist around your waist, one hand splayed on your back, pressing you closer. He started pushing you, walking you back, but instead of hitting the wall like you expected, you both kept moving. It wasn't until the back of your thighs collided with a metal table that you realized he had guided you into another interrogation room.

You grabbed onto the table to stop from falling back on it, and Peter took advantage of that to shove his pelvis against yours, forcing you to sit on it as he stepped between your legs. You gasped for air as he released your lips. He disentangled one arm from around your back. You heard, more than saw, the spider webs that closed and locked the door; you hadn't noticed he was still wearing his web-shooters under his black stealth suit. Another hiss, and the security camera was out.

"Peter… what are you doing?"

He ignored your question, capturing your lips again, pressing himself harder against you, his erection against your center making what was on his mind perfectly clear.

You pushed at his chest until he freed your mouth,

"Peter, wait, we can't" You tried to reason as his lips traced their way down your jaw, your neck, your collarbone, undoubtedly leaving marks. "You're under a spell, this isn't you!"

"But it is me" He contended, catching your hands in a vice-like grip, "I wanted you for so long… and you want me to, I know it. I can smell it on you" He whispered the last part against your lips, tongue peeking out to lick at the corner of your mouth.

"Wh-why didn't you…" You tried to focus your swimming head enough to make sense, "You never said anything"

Peter was on you again, kissing you with a ferocity you would have never believed the sweet boy capable of.

"I couldn't" He grunted, when he finally broke the kiss, "you're their little girl. The baby of the group. Their innocent little princess, who can do no wrong…" He shook his head, "And the things I wanted to do you. That I still want to do to you…"

You bristled at his words, you weren't even the youngest one. Peter was, actually. And he was twenty-three. If he was treated like an adult you didn't see why you shouldn't be. You wanted Peter to fuck you, not to put you on a pedestal.

You met his eyes, almost defiant.

"I'm not that innocent"

He licked his lips,

"Aren't you?"

You shook your head no,

"Show me" You demanded, "Show me what you've been dreaming of"

Peter smirked, grabbing your chin almost painfully,

"Ask me nicely"

"Please"

That was all it took, one word and he was unleashed, taking your hands and tying them at your back with another swoosh of his web-shooter, ripping open your plain white blouse, tiny pearly buttons flying everywhere. He buched it around your tied wrists, before taking a step back, admiring his work.

"I fantasized about this," He confessed, "every time we worked together at the lab: You, sitting pretty on the worktable, all tied up for me…" his eyes never left you, you flushed chest, your nipples hard behind your lacy pink bra, as he placed his palms on your knees, slowly sliding them up, "About slipping my hands under this ppretty pink skirt…" his thumbs met above your cotton covered crotch and he pressed, the fabric quickly becoming damp.

A soft moan left your lips as he rubbed up and down your slit. But it was muffled by a sticky substance suddenly covering your lips.

Peter chuckled at the dirty look you threw him. He lowered his head, breath hot on your breasts,

"I dreamed about gagging you up so they wouldn't hear your moans as I…" He brought his tongue out to lick one pebbled nipple above the coarse lace, "Yeah, just like that" He praised the muted noise you made, before bringing his hands to your chest, ripping the flimsy fabric from your body like paper scraps and really diving in, sucking and biting and bruising. He wasn't being delicate with you, he wasn't coddling you and treating you like you were about to break like everybody else. And you loved it.

He bit down on the swell of your breast and you looked down, surprised to see he hadn't drawn blood. He soothed the hurt with his tongue, looking up at you. You were gorgeous, all caught up in his webs, breathing hard and glossy eyed, already looking ravished.

He stood to whisper in your ear, as his fingers tugged your underwear to the side,

"I pictured burying my hard cock between your legs..." two long fingers breached your entrance and you let your head fell on his shoulder, "Over… and over… and over…" he punctuated every word with a sharp thrust of his fingers in and out of you, and suddenly you were glad he had gagged you. Otherwise you were sure everyone in the compound would have heard your wantom moans.

His thumb found your clit and your head fell back again and Peter took the chance to lift your skirt. The vision of his fingers glistening with your juices, gliding in and out of your pussy half covered by your white cotton panties, tableau vivant of your defiled innocence was too much for him. He took his hands off you, opening his fly and lowering his boxers just far enough to free his hard, throbbing member, impaling you in one go. You tried to get away from the sudden intrusion on instinct, he was way too thick, way too long. But he hooked his hands behind your bended knees, pulling you forward, farther down his oversized cock.

"Oh no baby," He scolded, "good sluts take what is given to them" his crass language made you shiver, and he smirked, "Don't you want to be my good little slut?"

You nodded, and his expression softened, as he snaked a hand around your back, bringing you closer, cock sinking into you deeper, inch by painfully delicious inch. Once he was buried to the hilt, he placed a tender kiss on your forehead.

"You did so good, baby girl. I knew you could take it all." His praise warmed your insides, and you relaxed into his embrace.

"Can you still make sparks with your hands tied like this?"

His question struck you as odd, but you concentrated in creating the flickers anyway, a shower of pretty lights all the answer you were able to give him.

"Good baby girl. I know I should have told you this before, but if you ever need me to stop or I do something you don't like, make red sparkles and I promise I'll stop"

You nodded your head, and he kissed you again, slowly starting to move his hips, dragging his cock almost all the way out, only to push his way back in, a little harder, a little faster every time.

"Oh baby girl… feels so good…" He moaned, "knew this would be… the best pussy I ever had"

You leaned back, bracing yourself on your bounded hands behind you, opening your legs wider, offering yourself to him.

"Yeah, like that… you like this, don't you? Like me fucking you… but sluts like it hard… and fast"

You made a noise of agreement, and he picked up his pace, hips driving into you, cock stabbing into you with no mercy. The pornographic wet sounds of skin slapping on skin resonating in the soundproof room, the sight of your pussy, juicy and red, swallowing his dick over and over… Fuck, he could see himself moving inside you, your skin rippling with every thrust, every intrusion of his massive cock. He was close, and you were too, he could tell by the way you were tensing up, the explosion imminent. But he wanted you debased, he wanted you desperate. He wanted you begging for it, begging for him.  

He wanted to ruin you.

He slipped out of you, taking a step back, leaving you empty just as you were about to fall over the edge. He chuckled darkly at your stifled cry of protest, wrapping his hand around himself, pumping it up and down his length.

You looked thoroughly wrecked: cunt fucked open, hair a mess, clothes hanging in rags around your frame. So fucking beautiful and obscene, that only a handful of strokes later, and he was painting your chest on white ribbons, marking you with his come. He grabbed your chin again, lips pressing to your webbed ones and somehow, that felt dirtier than everything he had done to you so far.

You sobbed into the kiss.

"What is it baby girl?" He cooed, fingers delicately pushing your hair away from your sweat covered forehead. "You want to come?"

You nodded frantically. Peter applied something to your lips, dissolving the webbing. He took a step back.

"Show me how much you want it"

You didn't need to be told twice, jumping from the table and falling to your knees in front of him. You made eye contact as you nuzzled his length, and saw his sharp intake of breath. You hid your smile at his little display of weakness, at the small crack of his façade of dominance.

"You know how to do this?"

You scoffed,

"I'm not a virgin!"

"I know you aren't" He cupped your face, and you twisted to capture his thumb into your mouth, "You truly aren't that innocent, are you?"

You shook your head no, releasing his digit with a pop.

"Show me how dirty you are baby girl"

A new challenging look shone in your eyes,

"As dirty as you dare to make me. Use me, Peter. Fuck my face, please"

Fuck.

He was hallucinating, he had to be. Years of watching porn, of daydreaming of you and the filthiest fantasies his brain could come up with hadn't prepared him for this, for the reality of you on your knees for him, asking him to…

Fuck!

He caressed your cheek, his other hand tangling on your hair, angling your head just so. Your lips fell open and he entered your mouth, far slower than he had entered you. He had to take it slow, otherwise he wasn't going to last, not with you still staring up at him, angelic doe eyes bright and big and adoring. He started rocking his hips, withdrawing only to surge back, a little deeper each time. You tried to suppress your gag reflex, but every time your throat constricted around him it only seemed to spur him on. Breathing was becoming hard and your eyes started to glisten with unshed tears.

"You look… so beautiful… choking on my cock" His words were strained, as you tried to massage his shaft with your tongue to the best of your abilities, drool dripping down your chin. "Prettiest little slut… ever"

You hummed, pleased, and the vibrations got him cursing out loud. He would have liked to enjoy that sinful mouth of yours longer, but he could feel the rise building again, and this time he didn't want to waste it. He had to come inside you, show you who you belonged to.

He slipped out and helped you stand, massaging your jaw and cheeks with his fingertips, before pulling you close for another earth shattering kiss. You melted into it, into him. The feeling of his clothed body against your naked skin got you reeling.

"Please" You gasped into his mouth, "Peter… please"

"God, baby girl, you beg so pretty!" He turned you around, bending you over the table. The cold metal felt delicious against your fevered skin. You felt him move behind you, flipping your skirt over your back, rolling your ruined panties down your thighs. Not being able to see him, not knowing what would come next, made it all the more exciting, your body trembling with anticipation.

His rough palms grazed your ass, grabbing handfuls of your globes, spreading them apart.

"Fuck, baby girl, you're pretty everywhere…"

One of his hands left you as he guided his cock between your folds. He felt even bigger like this, his girth stretching you in all the good ways. You were so wet that he had no problem building up a fast rhythm right away, his cock gliding in and out smoothly, your body offering no resistance as he laid it into you hard, taking hold of your bound hands for leverage, easily moving you to meet his implacable thrusts, fucking you mercilessly.

You bit your lips, trying to reign in your moans and sobs.

"Oh no, baby girl… let me hear you… let them hear you"

You were to lost in the pleasure he was inflicting upon you to be able to form a coherent question but he must have sense your confusion, because he explained,

"The cap has a crush on you... did you know that?.. He hates it… makes him feel like a dirty old man" He leaned over your back, to place a filthy lick up the side of your neck, his punishing pace never faltering, "What would he say if he saw you like this… covered in my cum, moaning like a slut, taking my cock… God you take me so well, baby girl" it was him the one moaning the end of his sentence out.

To his surprise, you giggled,

"Oh god… he would have a heart attack!"

"You don't- don't care?"

You started moving with him, fucking yourself back on his cock,

"Rather be your cockslut… than his princess"

Peter growled, and suddenly he was on your back, his weight pinning you down. If you thought he was fucking you hard before, it was nothing compared with the pistoning of his hips now, as one of his hands fisted in your hair, turning your head so he could attack your mouth with his, and the other slid underneath you, finding your clit, rubing it in quick short strokes, almost painfully. The heat became almost unbearable, the coil tightening fast, your toes curling. You couldn't breath, trapped as you were under the onslaught of his cock on your already abused pussy, filling you over and over, owning you.

"Yes! Like that, give it to me baby girl… I can feel you coming… who's the one that's making you come?"

"You!"

"Say my name" He demanded, lifting you from your feet under the power of his thrusts, "who's the only one who fucks you like this?"

"You are, Peter!" You cried as your orgasm exploded. But he didn't stop, couldn't stop, not when he could feel your walls starting to squeeze him again, thight, so thight stars were exploding behind his eyelids.

"Louder, scream for me, baby girl!"

It was too much, his cock impaling you so hard it knocked the air out of your lungs, the cruel pleasure setting every nerve ending on fire, his moans and groans in your ear as he used your body ruthlessly and unforgiving, the new climax crashing on you, stronger and more intense that the first one.

"PETER!" You heard yourself scream, felt his hot seed deep inside you… Right before the world went black.

…

The next morning, you woke up in a bed that wasn't yours, wrapped in arms that cradled you like you were something precious, and fragile, but for the first time, you didn't mind. You vaguely recalled the soft cotton of your ruined top cleaning the mess between your legs, Peter's bare chest as he dressed you in his own t-shirt to preserve your modesty. As he gathered you close, carrying you bridal style to his bedroom. But you did remember the hot bath, your back to his chest, nested between his legs, hands exploring, caressing, soothing marks and bruised spots.

And you remember the love making, the both of you insatiable now that you finally had the other in your arms. The tender promises exchanged in the sacred darkness before sunrise.

Needless to say, you were in a good mood, not even Tony sending knowing looks your way, and Steve, avoiding looking at you and Peter altogether could sour your mood. They didn't matter. Or rather, Steve didn't matter. He was in love with his own version of you, with this image he had created in his head and you weren't sorry to shatter it to pieces. Tony was Tony, and you knew he was happy for his protegee.

It wasn't until you got inside your own lab (if you could call that the half greenhouse, half library), that your mood was shaken.

"Master!" You froze in the doorway as you saw your mentor, leaning back casually against one of the tables, looking at something on his Starkpad, "You- you're back early! I thought the council was still-"

"Those old hags are still arguing with each other" He interrupted your anxious greeting, "I grew bored of them. But now I am thoroughly entertained"

You knew it was your turn to talk, to ask what was it he found so interesting. But your words died in your throat. Your hands started to sweat, and you dried them on the skirt of your pretty pink sundress. Peter had been very insistent: Only skirts and dresses from now on, he wanted you ready for him anywhere, anytime. You felt yourself heat up and tried to get a grip; this wasn't the place, nor the time for such thoughts.

Loki finally raised his gaze from the screen, blue eyes piercing through you.

"Tony asked me to take a look at this footage, find where you went wrong and correct you" he snorted, "As if I need his input in how to best train my apprentice…"

He motioned to you to come closer, playing the video again for you.

"Do you want to know what I found, my little enchantress?"

You didn't reply. You didn't have to, anyway. He didn't need it to continue.

"Nothing. Nothing at all. Your work was flawless, as usual"

You dared a smile,

"Thank you, master"

He smiled back, amused, and you breathed in relief as you realized, he wasn't mad at you. He was pleased by you. "It does beg the question, why did your spell explode?"

Your smile turned into a smirk, eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Because I wanted it to, of course"

He laughed, boisterous and loud and for a second, he reminded you of his brother. He was delighted, not because you had finally caught your little spider in a web of your own weaving, he couldn't care less about the boy. No, he was pleased that you had, at last, started following his advice, the one he had given you so long ago, one night you had come to him frustrated to tears, after the Avengers had refused yet again to take you into a mission with them, leaving you to paperwork and babysitting.

"I almost preferred it when they were afraid of me! At least back then they respected me…"

Loki had tsked,

"Oh, no, none of that! Always let them underestimate you, my little enchantress. Let them think you're the delicate flower in their garden, but be the serpent under it "

… And what a charming little serpent you were .

The end.

Buy me a coffee

[destiel-love-forever]

Stupid Princess Unicorn

@sherrynoconan asked for “16 fluff for destiel pleaseeee 🙏”      

#16. “Don’t ask how I got stuck. Just help me.”

Read below or on AO3: Stupid Princess Unicorn

Stupid Princess Unicorn

Castiel walks through the front door of his house with his briefcase in one hand and his daughter in the other. She’s tugging on his tie and babbling away about daycare, every other word too jumbled to understand. He pushes the door closed with his foot and kicks off his shoes, scanning the house. Usually the smell of dinner would be filling the air by now, since Dean gets off work an hour before him, but when Castiel glances in the kitchen he finds it empty and untouched.

“Dean?” Castiel walks into the dining room, still finding nothing. “Honey?”

“In here!” he hears his husband grumble, his voice muffled by something.

When Castiel enters the living room, he can’t fight the bark of laughter that escapes him. He sets down his briefcase and Mary, their daughter. Mary goes running over to where Dean is currently stuck in her play tunnel, nothing but his legs sticking out.

“Don’t ask how I got stuck,” Dean warns. “Just help me.”

“But-”

“I’m serious, Cas. I’ve been stuck in here for at least an hour and I have to piss.”

Mary gasps. “Swea’ jar, daddy!”

All Castiel hears is a little huff as his husband deflates.

When Dean speaks again, Castiel’s husband’s voice has softened to the one he always uses with Mary. “Daddy’s sorry, honey. I promise I’ll put a quarter in when I get out.”

“‘S ‘kay, daddy. I fowgive you.” She giggles, poking at one of his feet. “You look silly, daddy.”

“I bet I do.”

Still laughing to himself, Castiel gets on his hands and knees and tries to figure out how his husband is stuck. “Can’t you just wiggle out?”

“Don’t you think I’ve tried that, Cas?”

“Watch the attitude, Winchester, or I’m not helping,” Castiel teases with a light pat to his husband’s ass.

Castiel can’t hear what Dean mumbles, but then his husband sighs and says loudly, “I think it’s my belt. It’s stuck on something.”

“Okay.” Castiel pulls at the nylon of the play tunnel, trying to figure out how his husband could be stuck on something so simple. Then he sees that it’s not the belt but the belt loop that’s stuck. Somehow, a small part of the metal ring that holds up the nylon tunnel caught the fabric of Dean’s pants. It’s not bad, all Dean would have needed to do was wiggle just the right way and he’d be freed, but Castiel can understand how that would have been hard considering the circumstances.

It’s a tight fit getting his hand into the tunnel by Dean’s waist but he manages. He tugs at his belt loop a few times until it pulls free. “Alright, try now.”

He bites back a giggle at how adorable his husband looks wiggling out of the tunnel like he is. When Dean is finally free, he tosses their daughter Mary’s stuffed pink unicorn at Castiel. It had been lost for two days now and she was barely sleeping because of it.

“Stupid Princess Unicorn,” Dean mumbles low enough that Mary won’t hear it. “I was so damn excited to finally find it.”

“You know you could have just picked up the tunnel and let it slide to the ground, right?”

Dean looks at Castiel with a deadpan expression. “Yeah, babe, thought about that about five minutes into being stuck.”

Before Castiel can continue his teasing, Mary shrieks and comes running at him with her hands in the air. “Pwincess Unicown!” She screams again, doing a little jump before grabbing the stuffed animal and hugging it tight to her chest. Her big green eyes look up at Castiel in amazement. “Tank you, papa!”

“Don’t thank me. Daddy found her for you. That’s why he was stuck all silly like he was.”

“Really?!” Mary whips around to look at Dean, then launches herself at him.

Dean softly grunts when he’s hit with thirty pounds of toddler but then he’s wrapping his arms around her and holding her tight, eyes fluttering closed and lips pulling into a smile. Castiel watches as all the tension evaporates from his husband’s body. When Dean looks at him again, Castiel whispers, “Worth it?”

The grin he gives Castiel is breathtaking. “Totally.”

[officiallynuts]

21. “You were held to my flames and came out stronger. How could I not adore you for that?” - Queliot pleaseeee. Still recovering from season 4 finale

A/N: Oh my god, same. I can’t even hear Take on Me anymore without wanting to bawl my eyes out. But anyway, here you go! Some Queliot fluff to get us started, maybe? Yes. Maybe a little fix-it? Sure. Let’s give it a try. I’ll admit, not my best but hey, it’s my first time writing a little fanfic 

Warning: Might contain spoilers.

(Note: I do not own Quentin or Eliot. All credit goes to the creators and writers of the show The Magicians.)

Words; 842.

Eliot made a promise to himself when he was possessed by the monster. He found his happy place, and watch his deepest regret play out in front of him like a play. It wasn’t his father, no. His father was his deepest fear. Letting go of Quentin, after having 50 years together, real or not, they had proof. Proof that they worked, and he ran away. He wasn’t brave enough then to say yes. But he was now.

He made a promise to be brave, for Quentin’s acts made him so. He needed to be brave for him. Before it was too late.

And it almost was. Eliot was stuck in a bed the moment the monster was taken out of him. Stuck in recovery, he couldn’t help the others make a plan on ridding them of the monster and his sister. But he was up in a heartbeat when he heard that Q was back. That he almost did something bad. Almost sacrificed himself for the sake of everyone else. No. That wasn’t okay. That was the final push Eliot needed to get off his ass.

“Eliot..” Quentin breathed out in surprise, sucking in a breath as his friend walked into the room. Well, limped into the room. Holding himself up with a cane that was given to him. “You shouldn’t be up yet. What are you doing?” He rushed into action then, pulling Eliot to the couch to sit down.

“I needed to see you. Q, you idiot… What were you thinking?” Eliot whispered out, turning his body to face the man he denied. But no more.

“That the world would be saver with the monster gone, no matter what the price,” Quentin admitted, not finding it in himself to hide from the man.

“Not at the price of you, Q.” Eliot shook his head quickly, leaning forward to look him in the eye. “Not at the price of you. You’re lucky Alice broke free of Penny’s hold to push that librarian into the mirror and pulled you back.” Quentin let out a small laugh at that, sighing afterward.

“Yeah.. she’s furious with me. Before.. before then, we talked and agreed to give us another try. But now.” Quentin trailed off, shaking his head.

“Now?” Eliot sucked in a breath, watching him. That was it. The moment. If they weren’t together again, maybe he still had a chance.

“My only priority was you, Eliot. Getting the monster out of you. Saving you. I didn’t care what happened to me. All I ever cared about was protecting you.” Quentin whispered out, putting all of his emotions in his words as he turned his head. The last time he did that, he was rejected. And after being rejected by Alice, agreeing to stay friends, he didn’t know if he could handle another one. Again.

“Q.. you stupid boy. You were held to my flames and came out stronger. How could I not adore you for that?” Eliot cited with a shake of his head, watching as Quentin turned to look at him in shocked-confusion.

“We lived a lifetime together. You know me just as much as Bambi does, maybe more. I did the stupid thing to protect you by attacking the monster, getting myself possessed. And even then, you stood by me. You took whatever beating the monster threw at you-”

“That wasn’t you. No one blames you, El.” Quentin was quick to interrupt, biting his lip when Eliot shook his head.

“It was still my face. But even before the monster, with every stupid decision I made, you stood by me. My flame burned you once, and you still stayed. I vowed to myself I would make it up to you.”

“What are you talking about? What’s your flame?” Q was so confused, watching him.

“My deepest regret. Letting you go.” Eliot watched as the boy sucked in a breath. Finally, he was understanding. “In my happy place, to take over my body for even a moment, I had to face my deepest regret. Rejecting you. I promised myself if I was freed, I would make it right. I’d be brave. For the man I adore most. You. The bravest man I have ever met. And what you just went through… you are also the strongest.”

“El…” Quentin was losing his will to speak, not knowing what to say. Once, this is what he wanted. To give it a try. And now it was here. The man was ready.

“Just say yes if it’s not too late,” Eliot whispered, bending his head down to the shorter man, pressing his lips together tightly as he waited. And waited, but only for a beat.

“Yes.” Quentin breathed out, and like memory, his eyes closed when soft lips touched his own. A hand going to the side of his neck, curling into his short hair. It felt like before. It felt like home.

Finally, Eliot found his home again. In the soft hair, pale lips, and nerdy Quentin. His hero, his heart. His home.

[missgeek83]

The Homelife Series - Part Two

TITLE: The Homelife Series - Part Two - Decadent AUTHOR: @missgeek83 RATING: NC-17 SUBJECT: Ed Sheeran AUTHOR’S NOTE: GUYS. This. Is super smutty. Straight pr0n. 17+/R/RR - you get the point. Icing, lingerie, and gin. Read at your own risk. Do not read at work. Do not read near others (unless, you know, they’re into that.) BUT - by all means, enjoy…

I sit the last cupcake down on the bed and stand back to admire my artwork. A heart made of red velvet and Oreo cupcakes trails around the black silk sheet, at the center a bottle of Ed’s favorite gin. It was chilling on ice, along with two tumblers and plenty of lime. It had been a long couple of weeks without him and I was past ready for some quality time. The cupcakes were just for giggles. I pull at the bottom of the red lace corset I’d invested in just for this occasion, trying to keep everything from spilling out. While I know he would appreciate a little overfill, it was still a bit chilly in the house. A thought I hadn’t taken into consideration when I decided to also wear the matching red lace thong and fishnets. I’m rolling my eyes at myself when I hear a ‘DING!’ echo from my phone beside the bed. Excitedly, I snatch it up to read the message.

TEDDY i’m five minutes away, love. can’t wait to see your beautiful face. My heart thuds in my chest, anxious to see the object of its desire. I slip on the matching robe to my outfit, a scant black lace with silk trim number, and tread carefully from the bedroom to the living room downstairs. I tap my toes against the hardwood in the foyer until I hear a car drive up. Taking a peek behind the curtain, I see Ed gathering his bags from the trunk of a cab. He’s causally dressed, in his standard jeans and a white tee under his black jean jacket. The wind has picked up slightly and it’s blowing his hair around as he reaches in to pay the cabbie. He waves him off and turns to grab his things and make his way toward the door. When he’s close, I unlock the deadbolt and pull the door open, hiding behind it. “Oh, thanks love. Blimey it’s cold out there.” He lets go of his suitcases and shuts the door. Immediately his eyes widen, then he smirks and raises an eyebrow. “Well, innit this a nice surprise?”“Welcome home,” I say, leaning up to kiss his cheek. He growls playfully, pulling me close. “Been waiting to ravish you ever since I got off the plane, you little minx.” His voice is breathy in my ear, his wind-chilled lips landing on my warm collar. “Oh, but Teddy, wouldn’t you like some dessert first?” “Hmm? Seems I got a perfectly good dessert right here…” He starts to nose his way up my neck but with a giggle I slip under his arms and dance toward the staircase. I look back to see him start after me, so I take off toward the bedroom and start to fill the tumblers with ice. When he enters, I coolly hand him a glass from my cross-legged position at the end of the bed. His eyes scan the scene in front of him. “There’s no way we can eat all these.” “Well, we’ll just have to find some way to use them.” I clink my glass to his and he shakes his head with a smirk before toeing off his shoes and sitting on the floor beneath me. I set my glass down on his night stand and run my fingers through his messy hair. It’s falling in curls at the nape of his neck, twirling around his ears and forehead, and his beard has grown considerably since the last time I saw him. Post-tour-Ed is often times my favorite version of him. He’s tired from the road and for the first week or so only wants to cuddle and hang out around the house. Usually by the end of the second week he’s restless, and I have to trade in my snuggle buddy for trips to the studio or out to see friends. That first night is always a good one, though, and I’ve learned to cherish the peace that comes with having him back. “So what have you been up to? Besides ordering the sexiest outfit on God’s Earth and trying to fatten me up?” He says this, but he’s reaching for an Oreo cupcake. “Besides that? Nothing. Finally hung the canvas though.” He turns to look behind him and chuckles. “Glad to see it fit. Best painting yet, if I do say so.” “Well, it’s the one you were physically the most involved with so I’m sure it holds a special place.” “Very good point.” He takes a massive bite of the cupcake, nearly half. “Mmm, dis is gewbt.” “I’m sorry, what now?” He laughs, cake crumbling down his shirt and onto the carpet. He holds up a finger, making a show of chewing what’s left in his mouth. “I said, this is good. Best bloody cupcakes I’ve had. Where’d you get them?” “I made them. I’ve also been baking a lot while you were gone.” “Damn. Got me a wee pastry chef. Aren’t I a lucky boy?” “Oh, you have no idea.” Tossing his empty wrapper aside, he looks me up and down. “I think I have a pretty good idea.” He sits up on his knees, wrapping his arms loosely around my hips. He bends his neck down to grab at the tie to my robe with his teeth, pulling it out of its bow easily. The pieces fall down between my legs and he uses his nose to part the two sides, trailing upward until he reaches the top of the corset. One hand leaves my back and he languidly traces the red lace, the tips of his fingers ghosting across my skin. “Tied yourself up all nice and neat huh, love? Best welcome home present a bloke could hope for…” He trails off as he slides a finger under the fabric of the corset, then across my nipple, and the rest of his fingers follow as he gently lifts a breast up and over the material. I let my head fall back when he takes it into his mouth and flicks his tongue slowly up and down, hardening my skin to a point. His other hand creeps down my inner thigh and I feel him trying to gain entrance to his favorite spot. Leaning back on my hands, I let my knees fall open further, allowing him to slide two fingers past the thin lace covering my sex. He traces the outline of my outer folds, and I can feel myself getting wetter with every pass. It takes no time for him to get the message and he delves a single finger inside, testing the waters. I look down at him to see him gazing up at me, his mouth still on my nipple. He gives me a wink and adds another finger. They curl upward with each stroke, but every time just barely miss where I need him most, and I whimper in frustration. “Shh, kitten. We’ve been apart too long, I’m gonna take care of you.” He pulls away and reaches for my panties, pulling them down and off before sticking them in his back pocket. I raise an eyebrow. “Saving those for later?” “Got all sorts of plans for you. Can’t spoil 'em now.” He pauses for a second, then reaches for a cupcake. Red velvet this time. He has a mischievous grin on his face, but not for long because he quickly takes a pass over the top of the icing to remove the sprinkles before dipping a finger into it. My brows knit, confused. “Trust me,” he says. Then he gently spreads the icing around my clit and the sensation alone jump starts my heart. I watch as he sucks the excess off of his finger and a shiver runs down my spine, straight to the place currently covered in cream cheese icing. I close my eyes, bracing myself, when suddenly his tongue sets to work cleaning up his mess. He hooks his arms under my thighs and it gives me an anchor just in time because the way he’s licking and sucking has my hips rotating. “Uhn, Teddy, yes.” I risk my balance to thread a hand through his hair, using the leverage to grind myself against his mouth. He responds by closing his lips around the area and sucking gently. It’s just the right amount of delicious pressure and I feel warmth starting to spread to each limb. He adds his fingers back, curling them up and pumping in and out in time with his tongue. “Pleaseeee. Oh, God, baby, please…more.” Without losing contact below, he uses his free hand to gently press on my stomach, signaling for me to lie back. For a moment I despair at losing sight of his curls, but he soon makes up for it by switching up his tactics. Deft fingers rub frantic circles against my clit while his tongue travels through each fold before dipping in and out of my sopping wet center. The bed is rocking with my movements, and a few cupcakes tumble off the end of the bed and onto the floor. I don’t have the capacity to pay them any mind as the fire from my limbs starts to culminate in my chest. After a few more strokes of his hand I can’t hold on anymore and fall off the edge completely. Months of missing him come together in a shout of his name and a sharp buck of my hips against his face. “FUCK! TEDY YES!” The sound reverberates off of the walls, and the black sheet rips away from the top of the bed, clutched tightly in my left hand. Tremors are still rolling through me as I relax on the bed, heaving. When I can finally open my eyes and sit up I see Ed downing the last of his drink. He stands up and bends over me, reaching for the bottle to pour himself another one. Directly below my shoulders, I can see the outline of his hard on straining against his jeans. The thought of it has me licking my lips and itching for round two. I reach out and begin to undo the button, catching a look from Ed, drink poised at his bright pink lips. Our eye contact holds as I push his jeans to the floor and start to slide his boxers over his erection. There’s a tremble from him, the ice in his glass rattling against the sides, when it’s freed and standing straight up in front of me. I grab one of the remaining cupcakes. “Wh-” His voice cracks. He clears his throat. “What’re you gonna do with that?” With an innocent wink, I smear the icing up the length of his cock. Then, with no warning, I take his entire length down my throat. He sputters and the tumbler joins the three or so cupcakes on the carpet. His hands reach under my ears and grip the hair at the base of my skull to hold on as I take him down, his head hitting the back of my throat each time. He’s moaning loudly, using the momentum to fuck my mouth as hard as he knows I’ll allow. I snake a hand up his thigh and press my thumb to the spot just behind his balls, applying a decent amount of pressure. He responds spectacularly, throwing his head back and pulling hard at my hair. I release him for a second, watching his glossy eyes roll down to meet mine. “Mmm, Teddy, you gonna cum for me?” I dive back in for more, but he pulls my head back, then looks as if he immediately regrets it. “No, not yet. Get on your knees.” I do as he says and feel him run his hand over my side, then down my ass. Shortly after it leaves my skin, he slaps it back down, hard, and the sting makes me jump. I feel his head poke at my entrance and after an up and down pass, he starts to push inside. My hands clench the sheet in front of me and every synapse in my brain sings at finally, FINALLY, being full. It was almost enough to bring tears to my eyes, the feeling of being completely engulfed after so many nights alone. Each of his hands come to grip my sides, planted firmly at my hips. He doesn’t spend a second on a slow rhythm, choosing instead to steadily pummel my slick channel. I take the beating for a few minutes, relishing in the sounds coming from his pretty mouth. Then I start to squeeze. His strokes become deeper, harder, but I can hear his breath hitch with each pass. He all but growls when I use all the muscles I can muster to trap him, making it as difficult as possible for him to pull out. “Over.” He turns me on my side and lefts a leg over his elbow. He kneels down behind me and positions himself before slipping back inside and the new sensation brings a moan from deep in my throat. The first few strokes are tentative, gauging how far out he can go and how fast, and then his tempo picks up considerably. Using my leg to keep us close together, he slams his pelvis against mine with fervor. “Look.” It’s an order. “Watch me fuck that pretty little cunt.” My eyes snap down to where our bodies are connected, watching his girth pound in and out. I whimper. “You wanna cum, baby?” The whimper turns into a cry and I nod. “Touch yourself. Want you to go with me.” He doesn’t have to tell me twice. Immediately a hand shoots out to rub my over-sensitized nubbin and we both work at a frantic pace. He’s cursing under his breath, his words being cut off by the exertion of each thrust. Sweat drips from his forehead down his face, and I feel it hit my thighs as it’s flung off the point in his chin. I’m wailing by now, brain frying orgasm imminent and unstoppable. “Fuck-baby-cumming-so-hard-FUCK-YES-FUCK-FUCKKKKKKKK!” His last frenzied drives differ in speed as he spills his load inside me. Watching his face pinch in ecstasy couples with the last pass over my clit before my vision burns white hot and I strangle him inside me. He falls behind me, huffing, and I hear the entire ice bucket tilt sideways and crash to the floor. My face sinks into the sheet and I start to laugh, despite still being short of breath. “Room is a disaster,” he mutters. Then a groan. “And now I have icing in my arse.” Rolling over, I see him move a stray sweet from under his backside and chuck it at the trashcan. He misses. “It’s ok, cleaner comes tomorrow.” I pat his arm condescendingly. “Besides…round three?” He looks at me like I’m crazy. “How about instead we take a nice shower and snuggle with some telly, yea?” His goofy smile is infectious. “Mmm. Sounds perfect.” After the time we’ve spent apart, it actually sounds like the best idea ever. --------- Part one here.  Masterlist here.