#sending you so much love and happiness friend <3

[corroded-hellfire]

From one ginger to the other I absolutely adore the as you wish series! <3

I was wondering if you could do something where the reader goes out with Nancy for brunch for the first time after having Eliza. And her alcohol tolerance is obviously lower than pre-Eliza. And she gets quite tipsy, and Eddie has to pick her up, and she's all over him and just spewing nonsense about how much she loves him and their family.

And she admits how much she loved having his baby, and Eddie is just totally smitten as she just keeps going on and on.

Anything for a fellow ginger! This is silly and cute and I hope you like it 🥰

Words: 1.8k

Warnings: alcohol consumption, sexy talk

[As You Wish masterlist]

The sun brings warmth to the breezy spring day as you finish up your brunch with Nancy. It’s the first time the two of you have gotten to do this since you gave birth to Eliza. You had been aware that things would change drastically after giving birth, but you hadn’t even realized how long it had been since you and Nancy had a girl’s day until she invited you a few days ago. 

Mimosas seemed like a perfect way to celebrate when you arrived, but by the time you had finished your second glass along with your French toast, it was too late to remember that your tolerance was lower now. 

“Same thing happened after I had Danny,” Nancy tells you as you take a long sip from your water glass. “Steve and I went to a work party, and we had to leave after I had one vodka cranberry.”

“I don’t feel drunk,” you tell your friend, the lightness in your head giving you a pleasant buzz of happiness on top of the already enjoyable day. “Just tipsy. But I know I can’t drive like this. I’ll go call Eddie.”

“Are you sure?” Nancy offers. “I can just drive you home.”

You shake your head as you carefully push yourself up from the cushioned chair. 

“No, it’s okay. Wayne’s over so he can stay with the kids.” 

It is the truth, but the main reason you want Eddie to pick you up is because you really want to see your husband right now. Like a pregnancy craving for food turned into a yearning for a person, you feel as if your hands are not on Eddie within the next few minutes, you’re going to lose your mind. It’s all you can think about as you put one foot in front of the other as you walk inside the restaurant from your porch table.

The hostess shows you to a phone and your fingers eagerly skip over the familiar numbers for your home.

“Hello?”

Just the sound of his voice sends a chill throughout your body—one the warm spring day outside could never eradicate. 

“Hi, Eddie,” you say. Even you can hear the smile in your voice.

“What, baby? Are you okay?” The concern in Eddie’s voice does nothing to help the burning deep within you.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” you tell him. “I had a, uh, couple of mimosas with lunch and I did not realize my alcohol tolerance would be this low after having Eliza since I haven’t drank in a while.”

There’s an exhale of relief on the other end of the phone. Eliza babbling in the background and Luke’s raucous laughter has you grinning into the mouthpiece you’re clutching on to. 

“I’ll be right there, okay?” Eddie assures you. “We’ll get your car later.”

“Okay!”

Eddie chuckles at your carefree attitude and can only imagine how cute you look right now, all smiley and bubbly. 

“I’ll see you soon, princess.”

“Okay! Bye.”

When you get back to the table, amongst the empty plates and discarded silverware, you see that Nancy has already paid the whole bill and you give her a soft glare.

“What?” she asks innocently, large eyes making it even more convincing. “I’m pretty sure you paid last time.”

“Uh huh,” you mumble as she stands up and grabs her purse. “I’m sure you remember that from, like, a year ago.”

No response from Nancy on that, she just gives you a wink and loops her arm through yours. The two of you walk arm-in-arm out to the parking lot in front of the restaurant. 

Nancy’s car is parked in the shade so there’s a coolness on your backside as you rest against the trunk of the silver Lexus. Your friend tugs a little on the cream-colored sweater she’s wearing but you wish you had Eddie’s arms around you to keep you warm. Thoughts of Eddie’s arms lead to thoughts of his hands all over you and you’re unable to keep a dreamy little hum from slipping out.

“Thinking about Eddie?” Nancy asks, though the amusement on her face says she already knows the answer.

“I’m always thinking about Eddie,” you admit with a shrug. 

“God, you two are adorable,” Nancy says, mostly to herself. 

A squeal of excitement and you hopping off the car in excitement lets the brunette next to you know that Eddie’s truck has pulled into the parking lot. It’s her clue even before the metal music can be heard soaring out of the open windows. 

Eddie leaves one hand on the steering wheel and uses the other to turn the volume dial down as he slows the truck down right behind Nancy’s car. He lifts an eyebrow and looks you up and down appreciatively. 

“Need a ride, gorgeous?” he asks.

The giggle that tumbles out of your lips has both your best friend and your husband smiling as he puts the truck in park and steps out of the car. As soon as he walks back around the bed, you throw yourself at Eddie, who catches you and lets out a surprised huff of laughter.

“Hello to you, too,” he says. Protective as always, he wraps a sturdy arm around your waist to make sure you’re steady before he looks over at Nancy. “She wasn’t any trouble, was she?”

“Nope,” Nancy says. “Ate her vegetables and went to bed on time.”

“Hey!” You pout, looking back and forth between the two of them. “I’m the babysitter, not the baby. I mean…I was the babysitter. Now I’m the Mommy.”

Your two compatriots share an amused smile before Nancy gives you a wave and gets in her car. Eddie leads you over to the passenger’s side of the truck. You have no intention of letting him go though, so you wrap your arms around his neck so he’s leaning over you in the seat.

“Uh, babe?” he says with a chuckle before realizing it’s better to just humor you. 

Rapid fire kisses get smacked all over your face which has you squirming on the spot and gets you to loosen your grip on your husband’s neck. But the moment Eddie climbs in the driver’s seat and closes the door, you lean over the center console to grab at him again. 

“Sweetheart,” he says with a laugh, amused at your touchiness, “I have to drive us home.”

Silently, you decide that’s okay because that’s where your babies are, so you let go and slip back into your own seat. The older man puts the truck into gear as you buckle your seatbelt and then he pulls out of the parking lot, onto the main road.

It’s quiet only for a matter of seconds before you speak again.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“We have the cutest family ever.”

Eddie nods his head in agreement, trying to keep his laughter inside lest you think he’s laughing at you.

“Absolutely,” he agrees.

“And it’s because you’re so cute!” you gush, throwing your hands in the air with a dramatic flourish that Luke would be proud of. “What do Ryan, Luke, and Eliza all have in common? Your genes! That’s why they’re so stinkin’ adorable.” You sigh dreamily and rest your head against the headrest as you gaze at your husband. “You’re such a DILF.”

Eddie can’t help but let out a bark of laughter at that and looks your way as you pull up to a red light. Glee dances in his eyes as he tilts his head. 

“Isn’t that ‘Dad I’d like to fuck?’” he asks. “You have fucked me, baby. Many, many times.”

“Fine. You’re a DIHF.” The different pronunciation has a raspberry blowing out of your mouth at the end of the word. “‘Dad I have fucked.’”

This is the most entertained I have been in so long, Eddie thinks to himself as the light turns green. It only reinforces the insane amount of love he has for you, and he feels the need to reach over and hold your hand. Luckily, yours is resting on your thigh now so he does just that. Softly, his thumb begins to stroke the back of your hand. 

“M’so happy, Eddie.”

“Good,” he says, “I’m glad you had a good time with Nancy. It’s been a while since you’ve gotten to go out.”

“No,” you say, shaking your head. “I mean, yes, I am happy because I got to spend time with Nancy today but that’s not what I was talking about. I meant that I’m so happy cause I got you and the boys and little Liza. Best things that ever happened to me.”

“I feel the same way, princess.”

“Eddie?”

“Yeah?”

“I really, really loved having your baby.”

Eddie can’t help the big grin that stretches across his face at your words. God, he could never hear that enough from you. 

“I had something that was half you and half me growing inside me,” you explain as if Eddie doesn’t know what being pregnant entails. “It felt crazy. But like, a good way. Like, I couldn’t believe it was happening. A little piece of you right here.” Your free hand pats your lower abdomen and when Eddie glances over he sees you looking down at that part of your body.

“I wanna do it again.”

Eddie almost swerves off the road at those words.

“Huh?” he asks, hand tightening on yours.

“I wanna have your baby again! I mean, not right now. Fucking hell, my vagina would fall out having babies so close together like that. Ow.”

“Jesus Christ, I love you,” Eddie raves. “But yeah, we don’t want your vagina falling out. Pretty sure we both really, really like that part of you.”

A sly smile grows on your lips as Eddie turns the truck into your neighborhood. You know it’s a little mean to turn your husband on when you’re about to go home to a house full of kids and his uncle, but you just can’t help it. You’re having fun and it’s alcohol-induced and Eddie’s done way worse things while under the influence. 

“Well,” you start innocently, “maybe if my vagina hurt you could kiss it better?”

“Fuck,” Eddie growls, glancing over at you. “Really gonna do this now?”

The maniacal giggle you let out already has Eddie forgiving you, his heart soaring with how much love he feels. He’d let you tease him and taunt him until the end of time. And God knows you’re the only one allowed to. But that makes it even better, Eddie thinks, because then he gets a pass to act as an over-protective asshole once in a while when the jealousy monster rears its ugly head. It’s a fair trade you can both live with. And if Eddie’s cross to bear is you getting him all worked up when there’s no time to do anything about it, he thinks he’s pretty damn lucky. 

[mabelstone]

Common Tongue

hozier x f!reader

part five of lullabies <3 | part four | masterlist

cw: 18+, oral sex, a lot of this is sex ok u should know me by now, the word 'balls', not much plot tbh

word count: 4.1k

taglist: @princezty @somethinglikero @jimihendrixpopfigure @the-imperfectgirl-blog @l1nd3n @yunonaneko xo

I woke in the delicious warmth of Andrew’s arms, his soft breaths against my neck sending a chill down my spine. I gently nuzzled into his touch, his arms autonomously holding me tighter. For the next week and a half, this was my morning routine. Also part of the morning routine was the part where I would slip out of his grip as gently as possible when I was on the verge of weeing myself.

I’d slip back into bed, entranced by the way sleep drenched breaths swam through the small parting of his lips. The way his muddy greens danced under his eyelids as he dreamt, and the way his thick lashes swept along his high cheekbones made it near impossible for me to look away.

We danced around the fine line of being lovers, friends, and fuck buddies, not even entertaining the thought of defining what we were. I knew it was all probably moving too fast considering I’d just gotten out of a relationship. Not that I really cared - Andy had a way of numbing me. Numbing the heartbreak in a way that I didn’t even have to acknowledge it. He made me feel happy and sexy and loved, if that’s what you’d call it.

Like he could feel it, he’d wake to me watching him, causing me to blush profusely and apologise. He’d either pull me in and kiss my neck and forehead, or remind me with a grin, “staring is rude, y’know,” in his deep, groggy morning voice. It was rare to catch him watching me sleep as I was the early riser of the two of us. But during the day, I’d swear I was his favourite sight. Maybe that was just wishful thinking.

This past week also consisted of numerous phone calls to Andy, all from producers begging to sign him to their labels. I was so ecstatic for him, but of course, he was overtly humble as always. After doing his research and attending a few meetings, he decided to go with Rubyworks.

“Andy!” I threw myself into his arms excitedly, squeezing him so hard, I thought he might implode. “I’m so proud of you… we have to celebrate!”

“I’dunno, baby…” he sighed, raking his hands through the back of my hair while I melted into his touch. “This all might blow up in my face yet.”

“Don’t talk rubbish!” I scolded him, peeling my face away with my arms still around him so he could see me frown. “And you deserve to be celebrated. And we have no plans for dinner. Please?”

“Because you’ve twisted my arm,” he gave in, bending down slightly to capture my lips in his. As if I had any control at this point, I autonomously kissed him back, a squeak leaving me when he effortlessly picked me up and sat me on his kitchen island.

He deepened the kiss, one of his hands squeezing my thigh, the other tangled in my hair. I sighed against him, my hands skating across his abdomen. His tongue slipped into my mouth, forcing me to swallow a grunt of his. Both of his hands now slipped up my thighs, stopping just at the crease of my hip with a firm squeeze.

“You’d better stop,” he warned, pupils blown.

“Or what?” I teased, hands now gripping his biceps. Fuck dinner. I’ll give him something better to eat.

“You’ll see later,” he promised with a kiss to my temple, sliding his hands off me. “Let’s get ready now, or it’ll be impossible to drag me out of this house.”

“Fine,” I sighed in faux disappointment, hopping off the table and dragging him behind me by his hand.

I put on my favourite dress; a flowy black number with a corset like top that did me lots of favours in the breast department. I wore some simple three inch heels, sheer black stockings, and a faux leather coat. My hair was slicked back into a wavy ponytail, complimented by some chunky gold jewellery to break up all the darks I had on. I wore Andrew's favourite perfume of mine, Jimmy Choo's Eau De Parfum. I'd always had an illustrious love for fashion, but oftentimes Joe had an issue with my style. Not Andy, though. His jaw just about hit the floor and he looked as if he were close to calling off our plans and just taking me to bed instead. Not that I would have protested... but no, tonight was about him.

He looked edible in a black button up and brown jacket, with those white converse's that were basically fused to his feet at this point. He trimmed his beard down and has doused himself in Tam Dao by Diptique, and when I say he smelt divine, I mean, I considered calling off our plans as well.

At first, we found ourselves in a cheesy karaoke bar that was walking distance from his house. We threw back a couple shots, laughing and cheering on both the good and… not so good performances. Andy always said that despite the voice he was gifted with, he hated singing karaoke. I eventually convinced him to duet Islands in the Stream with me. It was the most fun I’d ever had. He then gave his own rendition of Sex Bomb, and I hate to admit it, but it did something to me. We snacked on shitty street food as we passed through the weekend markets, enjoying our tipsy people watching.

After that, we found a dim lit bar in the west end with live music and cheap drinks for happy hour. We caught a taxi and walked hand in hand from the car to our booth. For once, I loved having everyone's eyes on us. I wanted everyone to see us together, though we weren't really together.

The combination of the sultry jazz band in the background mingling with the effects of too much alcohol too fast had me sliding my foot up his leg, getting a high from watching his eyes darken as he squirmed. He gave me a warning look, to which I innocently sipped at my drink and averted my head to the band, gently applying pressure to his crotch. I felt his hand grip my ankle, and when I thought he'd move me away, he ran his hands up my leg instead, stopping only when he reached my knee. I turned my head back to him quickly, my core growing hot at the feeling. He looked gorgeous, curls framing his face, his eyes fixed on me as if I were the most interesting thing in the room.

His stare challenged mine, almost daring me to keep going. The look in his eyes screamed, "see what will happen," and I have never been one to turn down a dare.

Drunkenly, I slid my finger around the rim of my glass, bringing the salt to my lips as I sucked my finger clean, making effort to show my tongue at first. I pushed it in far deeper than necessary, almost able to hear the way his breath hitched in his throat. His grip on my ankle tightened, and I applied a bit more pressure with my heel.

"I swear to God, I will throw you into a cab right now," his eyes were hooded and narrowed in on me. It felt like a stand off between a predator and prey, despite feeling nothing but safety in his presence.

"You wanna take me home, big boy?" I teased, relishing in the way his cheeks flushed when I used the ridiculous pet name. He loved a good double entendre. Well, triple entendre, really.

I reached across the table to grab his hands, running my thumb over his knuckles. Despite the often heated nature of our exchanges recently, I'd never felt more loved. Maybe that was the wrong word, it was too soon. I'd never felt more secure.

He abruptly got up from the booth, dragging me to the dance floor with him. I laughed wildly, the alcohol buzzing through both of our veins like a freight train. “You hate dancing!”

“I know!” He shouted back over the music, pulling me in close to him by my waist. “But you’re beautiful and you’ve been force feeding me whiskey.”

“Hardly force feeding,” I scoffed, slapping his arm playfully. We swayed to a cover of I’d Rather Go Blind by Etta James, giggling uncontrollably at how uncoordinated we both were. It didn’t matter, it felt good.

Then there was the feeling of someone bumping into me hard, followed by the cold of a drink soaking the back of my legs. I gasped, pushing myself further into Andy to get away from the feeling.

“Sorry,” the woman spoke with no sign of remorse in her tone or expression. Andy was quick to grab a handful of napkins from the table beside us, wiping me down as I blushed embarrassedly. I was sure I was hallucinating when I looked up and saw Joe smirking. Fucking loser.

“Andy,” I pulled him up by his coat from where he was wiping me down. “Let’s go.”

“It’s okay, darlin’, you can’t even tell-“

“No, Joe is here. Let’s leave, please.” I felt hot and nauseous immediately, the glint in his eye from across the room all too familiar. He was going to make me pay for leaving him.

Andrew’s expression turned unreadable, yet he still nodded and stayed close behind me as I quickly fled the bar. “You alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I nodded, acutely aware of how dry my throat felt. “He’s just unpredictable, I’d rather not deal with him tonight. Or, ever for that matter.”

He just hummed in response, lacing his fingers with mine. He pulled out his phone to order us an Uber. I tried to protest, insisting that we hadn’t celebrated him enough. He shushed me with a kiss, reassuring me that tonight was wonderful and he was grateful. I leaned into his body while we waited in the cold, his arm around my shoulder as we watched the traffic pass us by.

“So you are with him?” Joe scoffed, seeming to appear out of thin air. I startled at his voice, scolding myself internally for peeling away from Andy so quickly. “And you couldn't fuckin' wait for the chance to steal her, could you?"

“We aren’t together,” I quickly interjected, ignoring the way Andy’s face faltered at my clarification. “And even if I was, we are over. It’s over. Don’t you understand?”

“I understand that you can’t keep your legs shut.”

I was taken aback by his comment, unable to think of a snarky reply as my cheeks warmed and my jaw slackened.

"That's no way to speak to a woman, show some fuckin' respect," Andrew growled, stepping closer to my ex, absolutely towering over him. Joe tried to get in his face, both of them puffing their chests out like two pigeons. It was kind of sexy. Is that horrible to say?

"Who the fuck do you think you're talking to?" Joe bit back, grabbing a fistful of Andrew's shirt.

"Stop!" I shrieked, grabbing Andrews' wrist, trying my hardest to get him away from Joe. "I want to go home."

"Home?" Joe seethed through gritted teeth, his face red as a traffic light.

Andrew shoved Joe back, sending him stumbling, barely finding his footing.

"Andy, I want to go home," my voice was fragile as I tugged on his wrist once more, his expression immediately softening when he saw tears in my eyes. He took my hand in his, leading me away as he checked to see if Joe was hanging around. Looks like the security guard saw him, thankfully.

The Uber rolled up two minutes later and I couldn't have climbed in any quicker. I was beyond grateful to be in a warm car rather than out in the cold with Joe.

"That was fuckin' scary," I huffed, throwing my head back against the headrest.

"I'm sorry," he cooed with a gentle hand threading through my hair. "I shouldn't have said anything to him."

"That was not your fault," I assured him, turning to look at those big, doe eyes that were starting to make me weak.

He gave me a half hearted smile and sat in silence for the rest of the drive. I wondered what he was thinking, but felt it was probably best to just let him feel how he needed to. When we got home, we thanked the driver and walked into Andrews house in silence.

"Are you okay?" I asked gently, standing by as he shucked his coat.

"Yeah," he sighed with a shake of his head, though it wasn't convincing in the slightest.

"Did I do something? Or, say something?" I prodded further, softly taking his hand so he'd look at me.

"Really, it's no big deal," he gave me a half hearted smile, squeezing my hand once before heading for the stairs. "I'm gonna go shower."

I watched as he walked away, wracking my brain for anything that could have happened. Surely seeing Joe didn't upset him.

Then I remembered how fast I was to reassure my ex that Andy and I weren't exclusive. Fuck. I planned out my approach in my head for a while so I didn't dig the knife in deeper.

When I made it to his room, he was in his closet with dampened curls and a towel around his waist, looking for clothes, I presume. I knocked softly to let him know I was at the door.

"Andy?"

He hummed in response, turning only his head to me.

"Is it because I said we aren't together?"

He huffed some half witted laugh, almost as if he were embarrassed.

I walked closer to him, taking his hand into mine. "Well we aren't officially together, Andy." I sighed. "But I guess we kind of are together, aren't we?"

That caught his eye.

"And," I continued, "I can't think of anyone else I'd rather be with right now." I took his face into my hands, pulling him close as I softly kissed him. His mouth was much warmer than mine and he smelt so fresh and delicious.

Each time we kissed, something deep inside of me sparked like a flint and steel. The near palpable electricity of that spark conducted its way through my lips straight to his. We found a steady rhythm that was soon forgotten, replaced by tongue and teeth, desperate for more. Without breaking contact, we staggered back onto the bed, only the cotton of his towel and the nylon of my stockings keeping our bodies separated. My hands tugged at his soft auburn curls, eliciting encouraging hymns of appraisal that I wished I could devour. His hands dug into my hips harder than he ever had. Not hard enough to hurt me, but hard enough to let me know he wanted me just as bad as I did him.

I moved my mouth to his neck, sucking at his delicate skin, feeling his pulse against my lips. He shuddered and gasped, desperately trying to grind my body against his. The sinful noises he made only made me crave him more, only made me yearn for his beautiful rhapsodies. To hear them alone, without the deafening ring of my own pleasure in my ears, to hear them without my own pants and sighs overwhelming his. Just him, all of him.

"Andy, I really want to suck your cock," I blurted, pulling away to look at him through drooped eyelids. "May I please?"

"Good manners," he joked, his eyes even more lidded than my own. "Of course, baby." He pulled me in for another kiss, his tongue gliding against mine as I let a hand trail down his stomach and underneath his towel. I felt him twitch in my hand as I started to stroke him, his groans reverberating in my mouth.

I had never wanted to knob somebody off so bad. I always hated it with whoever else I was sleeping with. There was something about Andy. He was such a giver that it felt wrong not to give him something back. Like I'd be missing out on a sacred experience if I didn't do it right now. There was no part of me that didn't get pleasure out of pleasuring him.

I pulled my lips from his, sliding down between his legs. I kissed from his jaw to his collarbones, to his chest and then his stomach, watching goosebumps form along his creamy skin, his calloused hands skating along my forearms.

I finally freed him from the towel, watching his cock jump against his happy trail. I took him into my hand, pumping his length a few times to see his facial expression change. My God, was it the most divine sight. Unable to hold off any longer, I licked a flat stripe over his tip, his precum dancing on my tongue.

"Fuck," he practically gasped, gently grabbing the back of my head.

I slowly wrapped my lips around his tip using one of my hands to guide him into my mouth. Without taking his eyes off me, he reached behind his head for a pillow, staring at me like he might die if he looked away. I didn't dare take my eyes off his.

I slowly took more of him into my mouth, swirling my tongue around him as I did so. He grabbed a fistful of my hair, borrowing a whimper from my mouth working around him. I pulled off briefly to blink up at him, "tell me how you like it, please."

He whimpered some response, nodding desperately. I put my mouth on him again, looking up for further instruction.

"Stick your tongue out a little," he breathed, the faintest of smiles on his face. "Good, now start movin', baby."

I nodded best I could with my mouth full, bobbing my head at a steady rhythm. I looked up at him through my lashes, my stomach flipping at the sight before me.

"Gooood girl," he praised me, freeing one of his hands from my hair to brush his thumb over my cheek. "Can you go a little faster, angel?"

I hummed in agreement, moving my head along his length faster, keeping my tongue out along the base the way he liked, making sure to hollow my cheeks the best I could. Not that there was much room for that. I moved one hand to steady myself against his thigh, the other slipping down to massage his balls.

"Jesus Christ," he moaned, throwing his head back. "Yeah, that's it. Just like that." My stomach flipped, my core on the verge of boiling over. I swear I could get off on the sight and sounds of him alone.

I took him as deep as I could, fighting off the urge to gag as he repeatedly hit the back of my throat. My jaw was aching and tears were threatening to fall from my eyes, but I was determined. I could tell he was close by the unsteady rhythm of his breathing.

He gave my hair a firm tug, a warning, almost as if to give me the option to pull off. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum if you keep going."

I hummed in acknowledgement, no shred of intention to stop in my body.

"Where, baby?" He breathed, the muscles in his stomach beginning to tense. I traced a few shapes with my tongue as a form of communication, my way of showing him where, looking up at him. "Christ, Y/N," he groaned, spilling hot ribbons onto my tongue, his hips stuttering beneath me. I kept my mouth on him as he rode out his high, his face contorted in ecstasy, brows furrowed, mouth agape as his euphonious appraisals slipped from it.

I pulled off, my lips swollen and red, mascara no doubt running down my cheeks, and now uncomfortably horny.

Like he could read my mind, he sat up pulled me into his lap, now kissing my neck. His beard scratched across my collarbones in the most tantalising way, his hands working quickly to unzip my dress. He did so with ease, slipping the material off my shoulders where it pooled in our laps.

"You are perfect," he sighed against my skin, kissing me hard as he palmed one of my breasts. I whimpered against him, my hands in his hair as he buried his face in my chest. One of his hands cradled the bottom of my skull, the other guiding my breast to his mouth as he flicked his tongue across my nipple.

"Andy," I whined, pure need unmistakable in my tone. "Mmh, need you, baby."

He flipped me onto my back without warning, sliding down the bed between my thighs. His eyes were hungry, almost primal. Despite his release only moments prior, he had determination written all over his face as he buried his face between my thighs, pressing wet, open mouthed kisses through my stockings. "Please, I need you now. Please, please," my voice was whinier than I'd ever heard it, so much so I almost didn't recognise it.

My dress was still bunched around my waist, but he didn't seem too inconvenienced. My stockings, however, had no chance of surviving this one. In one fluid movement, he ripped through the crotch of my stockings, tearing them thigh to thigh. I gasped, my stomach flipping at the gesture. He pulled my knickers to the side, sliding his tongue over my clit without warning. Instantly, my back was arching autonomously, my head already thrown back against the mattress.

His tongue flitted against me with expert precision, switching between sucking and licking. "Tell me how you like it," he spoke against me, the vibrations from his voice combined with his soft lips against the most sensitive part of my body making my head go fuzzy. I couldn't even respond, only able to fumble around for his hand.

He slipped two fingers in with ease and I nearly screamed in pleasure. Lewd, wet noises filled the room, my whines and moans somehow even louder than the physical proof of my arousal. His deft fingers worked me to the fastest orgasm known to man, hitting my g-spot with each thrust, his tongue signing love letters onto my clit.

I chanted his name like a mantra, desperately clinging to the bedsheets beneath me as I completely lost myself under his touch. The most incredible feeling ever ripped through my every nerve ending, every fibre, every atom of my being. I shook uncontrollably beneath him, toes curled, eyes screwed shut as I made noises nobody else had ever torn from me. This must be what heaven feels like.

I finally came back down to Earth, panting like I'd ran a marathon. Andy wiped his mouth on the towel, the most satisfied grin I'd ever seen plastered to his face.

"Andy, I-" I stammered, genuinely lost for words as I laid my head on his chest. "I owe you the world. What do you want? Whatever it is, it's yours."

"Are you kiddin' me?" He laughed exasperatedly, kissing my forehead. "I should be givin' you the world. That was the closest to a religious experience I've ever had."

"You'd better write a song about this," I half joked, shimmying my dress off finally.

"Way ahead of ya', darlin'," he sighed in content. "I need to do that more."

"You ruined my stockings, Andy," I sighed in faux disappointment, "but that might have been the sexiest thing I've ever seen."

Then he was back to his shy self, a bashful grin on his face that he covered with his arm, leaving my heart to soar within my chest.

Fuck. I was catching proper feelings. Like... proper. Like, L-Word feelings. The realisation hit me like a tonne of bricks. Andy was to go and record some songs next week. What if he didn't feel the same? What if he got really famous and left me behind? Was I just sex? Was he just a rebound? It all has really moved fast, I shouldn't be getting attached...

"I'm gonna shower," I smiled politely, excusing myself before he had a chance to say anything.

A million thoughts raced through my mind at once. Was I trying to sabotage this for myself? It felt nice to be clean, a nice reset. The water defrosted me, made me feel centred again. I dried off and slipped into one of his hoodies.

"I need to tell you something," I blurted, unable to stop the words from coming out as I walked back into his room.

i did some googling and there might be some confusion (or maybe not, but just in case) when i say stockings i mean toe to hip tights/hosiery. i'm australian lol i apologise if some things don't make sense... i don't like the word hosiery ok

[motelofmermaids]

kel’s 800 follower celebration!!

— i took heavy inspiration from my good friend @skywqlkergf

ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅ i would like to start this celebration off by thanking each & every one of y’all for your support! i genuinely never expected to make it this far—to even have tumblr long. i genuinely thought that i’d be writing to a brick wall lmfao!! every like, reblog, comment, ask, and so on, is extremely appreciated. it brightens up my day, motivates me to write, and i get to interact with amazing people. i’ve met some really beautiful and loving friends on here (dippy… literally my third follower. indigo, my star, dorian, dandan, rowan, and my other lovely friends)! i am so very grateful for them. y’all know who you are! 💋 ‘m thankful to the hunger games community that welcomed me in when i wrote for finnick odair… and i’m so thankful to the writers & people who still continue to support me, even if i haven’t written for finnick in a while. i’m extremely thankful to the star wars/hayden christensen community for taking me in after my very long tumblr/writing break (university 😔). it was such a treat to start somewhere fresh when i came back to this godforsaken app. i’m so grateful! i hope to keep improving my writing, and i hope to continue making folks happy. thank you, thank you, thank you. ♡︎

now… let’s get started! (reminder: this is an +18 blog)

guidelines. masterlist. navigation.

characters available for the 800 celebration are listed below:

anakin skywalker, james kelly, kurt matheson, stephen glass, clay beresford, maximus (fallout show), finnick odair, bellamy blake, jon snow

below are some prompts!

smut one & two ♥︎ angst prompts + more ♥︎ fluff prompts

💋 . . . send this with a prompt & character! you’ll get a lil’ blurb!

🎀 . . . send this with a song & character (optional)! i’ll write a scene based on it OR if you do not send a character, i will assign a character to the song!

🐇 . . . let’s talk!!!! you can send me pretty much anything… (vents, brainrot, tiktoks, fanfics, etc etc. the list goes on)

🦢 . . . send me information about you (mbti, likes & dislikes, hobbies, aesthetic(s), and so on)! i’ll ship you with one of the given characters!

💐 . . . game time: fuck, marry, kill… would you rather… cast your mutuals as… never have i ever… most likely to (characters)

🍓 . . . send this with a kink or a trait & i’ll tell you which character is most likely to have it!

🩰 . . . learning time! send this with 3-5 words from a language you natively or fluently speak and i will learn them (meaning, pronunciation, etc). let me know if you’d like the same back! (i speak english, german, and a little bit of serbian, spanish, and french)

💒 . . . (mutuals only) send this & i will give you four pictures from pinterest that reminds me of you!

💌 . . . (mutuals only) send this & i will write you a lil’ love/appreciation note!!

👙 . . . shopping time! send this with your aesthetic (size is optional, of course) & i’ll find 3-5 items off of depop for you. i have an unhealthy obsession with depop.

🍉 . . . send in a character & i’ll create a mini playlist for them

that’s all! again, thank y’all so kindly. i feel so blessed.

‘m tagging some mutuals just for a lil’ boost: @skywqlkergf @dipperscavern @starwarsbian @anisscarletstarlet @dazednstars141 @geekforhorror @st4rfckerz

[harteus]

THE LOVE LETTER: JUNE 2024

Hello and happy June! It's officially summer and I'm feeling much better. Me and my partner just bought an old turn of the century house (!!!) which we'll be moving into in August. We'll have to stay at our friend's house over the summer, as we're moving out of our apartment in just a couple of weeks time. So there'll be a lot of moving around, but I've done my best to pack all Love Letter stuff in a way that will be accessible until we reach our final destination - so Love Letters will still be sent out as planned.

This month we did a little poll on which postcard print you would most prefer, and I'm happy to say that the illustration of my original character Vitlöv made the cut! I decided to make a new lover's eye to match her portrait, and added an old but beautiful design of a pomegranate to this pack as well. I've always wanted to print this pomegranate as a sticker, so I'm happy to see this one as I envisioned it. Hope you'll like this month's content! <3

The dimensions for the items in this package are:

Postcard print: Take my hand and I go under (A6)

Sticker 1: Lover's Eye III (4,8 x 5,1 cm)

Sticker 2: Pomegranate (5 x 6,1 cm)

To get the June send out, you'll have to join or stick around the The Love Letter tier during the month of June.

Get yours here!

[boundbyeclipse]

⛓️smut 4 + 🌹fluff 3&5 with Elijah please❤️

hello! thank you for sending in the request! hope you enjoy it ♡

prompts are here.

🌹 3. “My love for you only grows with each passing second”

🌹 5. “I’d be more than happy to date my best friend”

⛓️ 4. “If I kiss you right now, I won’t be able to stop”

The flames danced together in the fireplace as you sat on the red velvety couch at the Mikaelsons place. You sat there all cozy and relaxed, enjoying the atmosphere. You were invited by Elijah who has been your best friend for a long time now. Apparently, he wanted to talk to you, but didn’t say what it was about. And usually, he always tells you everything and anything, so this time, you felt as if he was hiding something. Or, that something seriously bad has happened and he needs your help. With those questions in your head not letting you stay calm, you turned your head and looked at him.

“So, what’s been bugging you?”

Elijah walked up to you, reaching his hand out, looking at you with a little smile on his face.

“Come with me”

You obliged, taking his hand and allowing him to lead the way. He took you to the balcony that was connected to his room. The sun was already setting, drowning the buildings in its rays of sunshine, golden sky looking as beautiful as ever. Light chilly wind rippled through your hair as you leaned onto the metal railing.

“There’s something you’re not telling me, Lij” you tilted your head, observing his side profile as he stared into the distance.

He smiles lightly, looking down before he locks eyes with you.

“You’ve always loved sunsets. It’s one of the reasons why I brought you here to talk. Thought it would be a comfortable place for this”

“I’m here, you know? If you need my help, my advice, a place to stay, anything. Tell me. I’ll do it all for you” you squeezed his forearm, a concerned look on your face.

He sighed.

“The thing is, I’ve known you for so long, it feels like forever. I remember saving you from my own brother and his stupid intentions to kill you. I’m very glad I did. I have such an amazing best friend in my life, somebody who truly cares and I thank you for that. But you know, over time, people sometimes either fall apart, or become closer. We, certainly, became closer. And I cannot lie to myself anymore, nor to you. By saying closer, I mean, I feel something. Something that could potentially either make things wrong, or make them right. So, I’ve been thinking for weeks how to tell you this since I’ve come to a realisation”

You shook your head, trying to catch up with what he’s trying to tell you.

“What realisation?”

“See, I love you as a best friend. But… My love for you only grows with each passing second. The way you smile, the way you laugh, the way you care for me, the way you’re willing to do anything in this world for me. I have fallen for you and I have no idea what will happen next, but I had to tell you. You mean so much to me, I haven’t felt this way for anyone else before”

“Elijah…” you whispered, voice shaky as your eyes filled with tears, absolutely taken aback by his words. But what he doesn’t know yet, is that you feel the same way, but never thought of confessing because he is your best friend. It scared you. But now, knowing the truth, you felt like you had no more fear in you to express your feelings.

“I’m sorry”

“No, no, Lij, listen,” you stopped him from leaving, cupping his face with your hand, thumb rubbing his jawline.

His dark brown eyes glistened as he melted into your touch, heart picking up its pace.

“You have no idea how I feel and you want to walk away? Elijah, I’ve been in the same shoes that you are in for months now. Only that I feared it would ruin things between us for forever, so I hid behind my feelings and pretended like I only saw you as my friend. But no. I’ve come to a realisation too now that you told me what’s going on inside this heart,” you placed your hand on his chest, “I’d be more than happy to date my best friend”

Elijah smiled, grabbing your hand in his, kissing the back of your palm, a tear rolling down his left cheek as he lightly chuckled.

“I would love to kiss you right now”

“You don’t need to ask for permission” you snickered, fixing his tie as you wrapped your hands around his neck, leaving less space between your faces.

“My love… If I kiss you right now, I won’t be able to stop”

Your lips parted, gaze dropping to his lips before returning to his eyes, “Then don’t”

Elijah cupped your face as he slowly leaned in, closing the distance between you two. Your lips danced together, you being the first one to slip your tongue in his mouth. His hands landed on your waist, pulling your body closer as if it wasn’t close enough in the first place.

He soon picked you up, carrying you inside through the open glass door, laying you down on his king sized bed that smelled of silk and roses, standing at the end of it as he unbuttoned his shirt in a hurry. He looked amazing. He was so muscular and beautiful, broad shoulders and strong arms ; you had no hesitation. In your eyes, he was a greek god. The way he threw that shirt away made you gasp, it turned you on so badly you wished he touched you already. You craved Elijah. He craved you.

He hovered over you then, your body tensing up as your widened eyes followed his movements. He helped you with your shirt, kissing you every now and then, until the both of you were equal. Both of you were naked. Both of you were full of lust.

“You are so beautiful, my darling” he cooed, switching his attention to your neck that he showered with wet kisses, leaving you breathing heavily at the sensation.

“Elijah” you breathed, causing him to look up at you immediately.

“Yes?”

“You’re incredibly handsome”

He smiled, a little shy because of your compliment. Still, he carried on as he loved on your body, entering you slowly without breaking his kisses. Your back arched at the feeling of him filling you up, hands flying to grab onto his arms, nails dug deeply into the skin as Elijah moved his hips.

It felt so good that you couldn’t speak a word except his name, which he loved hearing. The way it fell from your lips sounded like a melody, he could not get enough of it. It was hypnotic, Elijah felt as if he was under your spell.

You were nearing your end, the knot in your stomach growing with each second, almost ready to explode. Elijah pinned your hands on your sides, intertwining your fingers as he looked at you, breathing deeply as he knew he was almost there too.

The both of you reached your highs at the same time, eyes heavy but still locked together, giggles filling the room as Elijah plopped beside you. It took a moment to get your breathing back to normal, and soon you laid on his chest, legs tangled under the sheets. Elijah had his arm around you, stroking your hair. He spoke up.

“I love you, you know?”

“I love you too. Don’t ever let go of me”

“I never will. I promise”

[the-ellia-west]

A Farm Girl & A Prisoner

Alkain Short story (3/3)

I hope y'all like it!!!!

(This is entirely unedited, My BAD)

(And it's only a bit shorter than Part 2, sorry, Lovelies!)

ALSO, THE STUFF ABOUT MULTIPLE COLLARBONES AND SHOULDERS IS INTENTIONAL BC HE HAS 4 ARMS

The Queen trailed a hand over his shoulders and leaned into him, resting her head into the crook of his top shoulder. Her breaths warmed his cheek as she twisted his long tangled hair between her fingers and brushed her lips against his ear. “You know, I don’t think I’ve ever been so glad for a promise.”

Alkain squeaked softly, his whole body trembling beneath the binding spell, closing his eyes as she slid a knife off of a side table. “Know what this is, Ciranes? This is my best friend, and I think it’ll be yours too!” She pressed the blade to his upper collarbone. “You two fit quite nicely.” 

A long silence stretched between them before the cool steel dug into his skin, drawing a thin line of crimson fire from collarbone to collarbone, extending it to the right shoulders. He flinched, tears stinging in his eyes, his pleas for mercy muffled through the gag. The Queen’s hand moved to his neck, smoothing along his skin and pulling him closer to her. 

His begging turned to tears as he tried to ask her to stop. But his words only came out as sobbing mumbles. She frowned. “That’s a very unappealing sound, Alkain.”

The Elf whimpered softly in an attempt to speak as her fingers found the gag’s ties and wrenched it tighter, sending his pleas to his throat. Any sound he made turned into a struggle as he choked on his tears for several agonizing moments. He gasped, vision blurring so he couldn’t see anything as she ripped the knife down from his lower shoulder, carving perfect claw-like gouges into his skin.

Alkain shivered, muffled shrieks of pain sending him into frenzied gasps. He tried to pull away as she moved on to his upper arm, then back to his collarbone, soaking her blade and arms up to the elbows in blood. She wrapped his lower arms around her body, snuggling into his upper arm once more. 

“I love you Alkain, I hope you know that. I’m doing this all for us. To make you the perfect person you were meant to be and ensure you’re happy when you finally realize what I’m trying to do.”

The Elf moaned in pain, streams of crimson caking into the Queen’s loose brunette hair. She sighed. “I hope you will be well acquainted with your new friend by the end of this month. I came back for you, and I intend to keep you with me, just like I promised. You’ll learn to love it. Come on, let’s get you dressed.” 

Niriscia broke the spell and pulled Alkain to his feet, pulling the loose fabric over his wounds and fastening the clasps as he tensed in pain. She ran a hand down his side, a smile in her eyes. Alkain yelped through the gag, summoning all of his strength as he backhanded her across the face and bolted for the door. The Queen cried out in pain and lunged after him, grabbing his wrist. “You little bitch!”

She wrenched him back toward her, his wide grey eyes locked onto her fiery blue ones as blood trickled from her nose. He struggled, but his efforts proved to be in vain as she re-bound him with a spell and he collapsed onto the carpet, wounds reopening fully and seeping into the ground as she placed a foot on his side and propped him up. “You listen to me, now. I was kind to you before. You will learn to appreciate my efforts, and you will learn to love me again, whether you like it or not. But this is a warning. Never, and I mean Never, do anything like that ever again.” She wrenched one of his arms up, and he could only watch, trembling in fear as she drew a display sword from the wall and hacked at his arm.

Agonized screams, pleas, and sobs crackled through the gag, leaving him a whimpering shivering mess as she sliced quicker, much deeper, more painful slashes into his other two arms and chest, kicking him back against the door as she held up his hand, deep blue light swirling around it and his bloody wrist. “This is yours. I can fix it, if I want to. If you want it back, you will do whatever I order, and only when I order it. Understood?”

Alkain shrank back as she pulled the spell from him, ragged gasps and horrified whimpers the only sounds he could make as he stared at his severed hand. The Queen grabbed him by his hair and yanked him along behind her as she reached a room, picking up a large needle. She stabbed it into him injecting the solution straight into his neck as she wrenched him toward the gates and threw him down the stairs where he landed in a bloody heap. “And need I remind you what happens when you don’t come back? Their deaths were a warning, and I don’t think either of us want any more blood.”

The Gates clanged behind the Queen as Alkain pushed himself to his trembling knees. She’d kicked him out twice before when he’d resisted, and he still remembered the sticky scent of blood when he’d disobeyed her. The sight of someone hung by his own intestines and nailed to the frame of his kitchen door. He tugged himself to his feet, dizziness making him scramble for his footing as he stumbled off down the street, trailing blood behind him as he went.

***

“It’s been a long day!” Euania leaned against the bar and smirked at Oirwyn. “Take a break, Wyn! You’ve been about all day!”

“I can’t, I still have stuff to do, Nia!”

“Like what? Getting yourself kicked by a horse and making me take care of you for the next week? Overworking yourself so bad you fall asleep in your work uniform and make me have to stitch it back together. If you’re trying to make less work for me, it’s not working!”

“Nia, we still have customers. If I’m staying up, so are you.”

“Oh, come on! You know I need my beauty sleep to keep my good looks!” Euania pantamimed fainting against the bar, and Oirwyn grabbed her hand.

“Nia, we both know that whatever happens, you’ll look like a radish that was stepped on one too many times by a cart-horse.” The Barkeep smirked at his sister and trotted off.

“Wha- Hey! Come back over here Mr. Big-ego, and we’ll show these kids what a real bar fight looks like.”

“Oh Please, I could end you easily no matter the circumstances!”

“Really? Try saying that when I beat you over the head with this tray!” Euania smiled as she leaned against the counter. Conversation and light laughter rippled across the tavern as the patrons watched their friendly argument.

“Try it Nia and I’ll wash your dress in mud.”

“You wouldn’t!”

Oirwyn laughed sinisterly. “Oh, I would.”

After a few more minutes of banter and work, the siblings returned to the counter, defaulting to eavesdropping as they usually did when they ran out of conversation topics, a better way of observing the local news.

“I heard the Queen threw out her toy again.” A man by the door scoffed. “He’s lucky enough to gain her favor and he’s entitled enough to say he doesn’t want it? Who does he think he is?”

“I don’t know, I hope she kills him. Then we wouldn’t have to see his smug face everywhere.”

“Did you hear he killed a man and his son just for saying no to him?”

“Yeah, I hope I never have the luck of crossing paths with him.”

“Entitled Bastard.”

Oirwyn glanced at Euania, his voice lowering to a whisper. “Have you heard of the person they’re talking about?”

“Only vaguely. They say he’s the Queen’s… uh…” She paused, trying to figure out how to word it.

“Ah… I haven’t heard much. I wouldn’t want to meet him though, doesn’t sound too nice.” The Cave Spirit glanced at his sister, who just shrugged before they continued eavesdropping.

“Isn’t he Seikarian?”

The first man scoffed. “Apparently. Maybe that’s why he’s so entitled—born into a country that can’t admit when it’s wrong.”

“If that ain’t the truth.” The Second rolled his eyes. “So how’s your sister?”

Euania stopped listening and moved to another conversation while cleaning cups, and another. Everyone seemed to be talking about ‘the Queen’s Plaything’. Whoever that was, he'd become a local legend around the city in the last month. Whether that was for the better or the worse, she had no idea.

Euania nudged her brother. “I’d like to get some fresh air, if that’s alright with you. Do you think you can handle manning the bar alone for fifteen minutes?”

“I’ll try my best Nia, but I’m not sure if I could, it’s just… so difficult- Nah, get out. It’s easier when I don’t have to deal with you!” He shoved her shoulder playfully.

Euania laughed. “Alright, bye everyone! I’ll be back soon, don’t miss me too much!”

“We won’t! Be careful Nia.” 

“I will, don’t worry!” Euania stepped out onto the cobblestones and took a deep breath, letting the cool night air fill her lungs as she looked up at the sky freckled with millions of stars, like snow on a black canvas. The Tailor hummed to herself, mind running through everything she'd heard.

Who was this man? What had he done to deserve those words from the patrons? Was he truly the terrifying figure he was believed to be? Or was there something else? Euania couldn't believe that someone would just do that without a reason. She sighed, letting go of her thoughts as she passed the bakery. She stopped. Eh, maybe I could get something for Wyn.

“Hi! Welcome- Oh, Euania! Good evening! It’s nice to see you!” The Elemental behind the counter looked up.

“Myria! How have you been?”

“I’ve been well, what about you?”

“I haven’t been too bad myself, what can I do for ya?” Myria smiled.

“I need some bread and I thought I’d get something nice while I’m here.”

“Understood, well how about some of these.” The Elemental put a box of frosted cakes across the counter. “There’s six of ‘em and it’d only cost you two extra copper.”

“Sure, I’ll do that!” Euania slid the coins across the table to her as Myria put the pastries into a basket for her.

“It was good to see you, you should stop by more often!”

“I’ll try! Thank you!” Euania waved, the door closing behind her and suddenly plunging her back into the cool darkness of the night. She shivered, eyes darting around the streets before she set off, taking the long way home.

The Cave spirit weaved down a dark street and paused as a strange noise echoed from an alley leading to the city’s inner circle. She poised to run. “Hello?”

Muffled speech accompanied by faint sobs and the smell of blood made her jump. Euania stopped, alarmed as she spotted a silhouette leaning heavily against the wall. “Who- who’s there? Are you okay? What are you? ...Who are you?”

The tall, four-armed figure stumbled along the wall, creeping into the light as his words grew fainter and he fumbled desperately at the bloodstained gag shoved into his mouth. He ripped it from his lips, tears pouring from his agonized grey eyes as he pitched forward into the light, finally allowing Euania to get a good look at him. 

He stood half a head taller than her, deep rivers of crimson spilling from the precise cuts all over his arms and the corners of his mouth. The loose white cloth he wore had been stained scarlet by the blood, and his lower left wrist hung empty, thick heavy splatters intensifying the smell of blood until it made Euania almost light-headed. He shifted with a groan of pain, waves of sandy-blond hair spilling over his shoulders before he looked up, meeting her eyes as he fell to his knees, voice hoarse and slurred.  “Please… Don't… Leave me.”

Euania dropped everything in her arms and fell beside him. “I… Who are you? What's going on?” She fumbled for his clothing and tore the white fabric from his chest. The Cave spirit wrapped it tightly around his wounds as he lost more strength and fell against her.

“No…” He mumbled incoherently and fell limp.

Euania tensed and ripped at her skirt as she finished off the fabric of his clothing. She put his arm around her shoulder and dragged him to his feet. “Come on, you need help, come with me.”

The Cave spirit cursed as her mind began to run again. Oirwyn can help him better than I can. Whoever this is, I can't just let him die. 

Despite the difficulty, she dragged him back down the roads toward the tavern with desperate strength stretching the tension in her muscles. She grunted wil effort, grabbing him under the lower arms and stumbling backward through the doors. “WYN! Wyn I need you! Now!”

The patrons all jumped and scrambled for what was going on as Euania dragged him inside. Oirwyn stepped behind the bar, “Oh, hey Nia! What’s- OH HOLY SHIT-” The Older cave spirit dropped the tray he was carrying with a loud crash and scrambled over to her. “What happened? Who is this?”

“I don’t know! I just found him and he begged me for help! Wyn please, we can't let him die!” 

“Noted!” Oirwyn leaped to his feet. “Bring him upstairs, I’ll get the supplies. Everyone else, out. Now. The Twisted Oak is closed until further notice! Sorry for the interruption!”

The patrons glanced at the Elf’s body in Euania’s arms and all clambered out of the building obediently as the two cave spirits rushed for supplies before they eventually laid him on the bed, wounds freshly treated and bandaged. Oirwyn eyed the Elf’s hand stump, “Where… did you find him?”

“Well, I was passing the silver circle on my way back from the bakery, and he was in an alleyway, gagged and crying. And then he collapsed on me. Sounded… almost drunk, or drugged.”

“That’s concerning.”

“To put it nicely.” Euania dropped to her knees beside the bed and smoothed the Elf’s sandy golden hair back. “When do you think he’ll wake up?”

“I can’t be sure, he’s stable for now. But I think a better question is who exactly is this guy?”

“I’m not sure… It sounds like several of our patrons are outside waiting for an update or something. I’ll stay with him if you’d like to go handle them.” Euania set her basket down beside the bed and smoothed a hand over the bandages.

“Will do.” 

The tailor smiled faintly as her brother left, but soon turned back to the Elf. She frowned, muttering under her breath, “Who are you?” She turned to the ripped cloth she’d used as improvised bandages and rummaged through the bloody fabric for any sort of clues before she came across the clasp that held the shirt together.

A golden eagle sigil. The sign of royalty. She pulled back, eyes darting between the sigil and the unconscious figure on the bed in front of her. He was royalty? But from his skin tone, he couldn’t be from Valeran. 

“Nia!” Oirwyn slammed the door open, gasping.

“What is it?”

“It's him. He’s the Queen’s plaything.”

“What? But why would he be so…” She trailed off, thinking of the words from before she’d left. “The city hates him.”

“We’re not throwing him out.”

Euania nodded. “Of course not, I just... didn’t expect you to say it.”

“What kind of monster do you think I am Nia? He’s hurt. We’ll keep him here until we can question him.”

“Agreed. Now all we have to do is wait for him to wake up.”

***

Euania jumped as the Elf sat bolt upright. He cried out at the sudden movement, doubling over in pain. 

“Woah! Hey! Calm down! Stop!” She held up her arms as his eyes darted from her to the room.

“Where am I?” He tensed back against the wall, looking down at the bandages covering his body. “Who are you? What happened to me? What-” He stared at the stump of one of his arms, and screamed.

Euania jumped, tipping over her chair as she tried to calm him down, “No, no! Stop! I’ll explain!”

“MY FUCKING HAND!” The Elf grabbed his forearm and then using one of his other arms, grabbed a poker from beside the bed and aimed it at Euania’s neck. “Stay back!”

Just then, Oirwyn slammed the door open. “What’s happen- Hey! Back off!”

The Elf shrieked, throwing his stump arm and another over his head as he kept Euania hostage with the poker. “No! Please! I didn’t do anything, I swear!”

Both of the cave spirits stopped and glanced at one another, a long silence stretching between them before it was broken by soft sobs shaking the elf’s whole body. “Please…”

“Um… we’re not here to hurt you.” Euania slowly put her hands up. “Are you… okay?”

The Elf hesitated, lowering his arms a bit so that his grey eyes met Euania’s.

“You’re in a tavern, The Twisted Oak. On the edge of town. I’m Oirwyn, this is my sister, Euania. She found you injured last night.” Oirwyn closed the door carefully.

“Who are you?” Euania glanced down at the poker.

The Elf looked at the improvised weapon and lowered it slowly. “Alkain. Alkain Ciranes.”

“Okay, well then, Alkain. Can you… tell us what happened to you?” Euania smiled.

The Elf lowered his arms, glancing nervously between them before his eyes settled back on the stump where his missing hand had been, and the memories rushed back to him.

If you want this back, you’ll do whatever I order you to. And only when I order you to.

He shivered. “I… No. I can’t. I won’t. I have to leave!”

“What? Why?” Euania started as he tried to get up.

Alkain flinched away from her, eyes wide and scared. “Dangerous. I’m a threat. If I stay here you’ll die.”

“What are you talking about?”

“The last people I stayed with… It’s my fault, I can���t stay! If I stay here, I put you in danger. I didn’t pay for you to bandage me… I don’t have anything to give you. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t- I don’t…” He trailed off.

Euania tapped him on the shoulder. “Do you want anything to eat?”

Alkain stopped, looking up. “Um… Uh… I… Yes. Yes please.”

“Good. Let’s start there!” The tailor offered him a hand. “We’ll give you something to eat and we can talk.”

“Alright.” Alkain allowed her to lead him back to the bed as Oirwyn left to get something and quickly returned with some bread which he gave to the Elf.

“You can stay here for now, if you like. You’re safe here. We want to help you.”

Alkain studied her for a moment. “Why?”

“Because you’re a person, just like everyone else.”

“No one likes me. Why would you help me? It’ll just bring trouble.”

“That’s just it, why doesn’t anyone like you?” Oirwyn raised an eyebrow.

“I… I’m Seikarian, and the… the queen…” He trailed off, hugging himself with all four arms. “She… can do whatever she wants to me. I belong to her.”

“That’s-” Euania started, but Oirwyn cut her off.

“If you want to stay, you’ll have to help. You already caused enough trouble last night when Nia brought you in. I had to mop your blood off my floors for hours.”

“Of course!” Alkain nodded. “I'll help! No problem.”

“But only after you’re healed enough!” Euania shot her brother a glare. 

“Understood. I can do that.”

Oirwyn scowled at the Elf. “You stay with us and help, and we help you.”

Alkain glanced between the two spirits and nodded solemnly. “Deal.”

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[galedekarios]

Gale when it's time to consume a magical item from Alton or when it's time to rizz up Alton #submission #i had to #you are my designated gale & good takes blog 😭❤️

[roselise]

“And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.” (1 Corinthians 13:13) ♡

[jessythebunny]

Hello Jessy how are you? I have a d re for Duck

I dare Duck to kiss Donald on his cheek

Heh heh ;)

Here's Duck giving a kiss on Donald's cheek, ngl but i think they are cute💚🖤

P.S: Duck is not the same height as Donald because he is much shorter than him so he had to climb on his back to kiss him because he is a smurf. Poor Monty🙂😢

Oh another thing.Duck is Bisexual and Donald is Demisexual

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[spaceratprodigy]

me reading the tags everyone left on my art

[purring-tiefling]

fuck my ex friend frfr

[noxtivagus]

🫣 i'm too shy to talk abt this anywhere else so let me ramble a bit in tags bcs i'm rather giddy rn hehe

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

HIII MAC literally no apologizing omg. man my favorite thing to do is watch or read a thing for the first time with friends who already love the thing!!!!!!! also im being the devil in ur ear..... u SHOULD relisten to pd with the commentary >:333c itll be better on the relisten... it always is... also u GOTTA lmk if theres interesting bits in the post-show podcast!!! i loove that kind of thing but also i cant b spending $70 a month on patreon 😭😭😭 anyway..... ashe.... winters, right?? i know ive Heard of them. i don't know anything abt their deal at allllll except like,,,, vibes-based goth kid??? maybe??? u will for SURE know as soon as i hit any important Plot Shit or characters though hskskdjfjf rambling right back at u <333 >:]

DUDE DUDE I AM A PATREON MEMBER SO IF U WANT ANY OF THE BTS STUFF HIT ME UPPPP i will so gladly share that forever. theres also art. did u know there was art. there is so much fucking good pd official art these guys want a comic book of their dnd superheros so badly . (i dont think i can send u any yet but. goddamn they pop off with the art of significant plot events in season 2. goddamn)

THE FUNNY THING IS I HAVE ALREADY LISTENED TO ALL THE COMMENTARY FOR PD BECAUSE I DID IT PROPERLY THIS TIME AROUND ON MY FIRST LISTEN (ep 1, ep 1 commentary, ep 2, ep 2 commentary etc.) however. god. u are tempting me so much. hello little devil on my shoulder i hope its comfy up there. oh i love you pd season 1 they were just kids..... they ARE just kids..... head in hands

[southislandwren]

I am being soooo normal right now but basically I’m this 🤏 close to exploding

[spohkh]

How easy to not say exactly who broke the ceasefire. How easy to ignore the terms of agreement of who can come back where that were part of the ceasefire. How easy to forget who fired missiles at Israel 15 minutes after the ceasefire started, and how Israel DIDN'T break the agreed terms. And the way that Hamas decided not to bring back the hostages, which were the reason Israel even accepted the truce in the first place. Stop trying to reshape the truth.

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[cherrymoon4]

Suguru hates the taste of curses. He hates the aftertaste that persists in his mouth, that doesn’t leave no matter how hard he brushes his teeth or how much sickening sweet candy Satoru gives him.

Even when hours pass, no matter how many boiling hot showers he takes, nothing takes away the disgusting feeling that swallowing down curse after curse brings.

He has tried everything, every single thing that comes to mind to not have the aftertaste of a vomit soaked rag stuck to him for hours.

But nothing works, he is sure of that, he reminds himself as he leans over the bathroom sink, trying not to throw up after another “successful” mission and another curse swallowed.

As he takes deep breaths, trying to come up with something, anything, that could help him, he hears a knock on the door, followed by your gentle voice asking if he’s okay.

He’s always seen you as one of his closest friends, the one that is there for when he feels like no one can help him; when he knows Shoko is too busy with her own shit, and Satoru could only try to come up with a joke and probably wouldn’t take him seriously, he knows that the one he can always turn to is you.

Soft, sweet little you. Too kind for your own good, with a heart too big for your petite form. So selfless, always worrying over ‘Sugu’ even when he doesn’t deserve it, even when he pushes you away, not wanting to stain your pure self.

Just like right now, as he contemplates whether to let you in or tell you to leave. He pictures your pretty face in his mind, how it probably is adorned with worry and concern, your doe eyes big and glassy.

His heart clenches at the thought of you walking away all sad after he told you to leave. He can’t bring himself to push you away.

So he tells you come in, he just wanted to reassure you after all. But when he sees you coming in and rushing to check him over for any injuries, clad in your fluffy pajamas and fuzzy socks, his mind fills with images of him doing everything but reassuring you.

And that’s how he discovers that there is, in fact, something that can help him out.

He knows that this is all he needs, your pretty cunt in his face is where he belongs.

Your plushy thighs around his head and your sweet juices smeared on his cheeks are just what he needs to forget everything about curses and the awful feeling that they leave him with.

He reprimands you for keeping your heavenly pussy from him all this time; how could you be so selfish :(

He laps at your folds like a starved man, moaning in your cunt like he’s the one getting eaten out. And he’s so messy too! After all, how could he not be when he finally found the perfect treat to solve his problem?

“Fuck sweetheart, you’re such a messy girl mh?” he grunts, like he’s not the one turning his head side to side to smear your juices all over his face.

“This pretty pussy loves me so much, doesn’t she? Gushin’ around my tongue like that, bet it wants me to fill her up too..” he says as he toys with your puffy pussy and swollen clit, looking up to see you all dumb and stupid, babbling something about how it’s “t-too much!”.

But you clearly don’t know what you need, not when your hole keeps getting wetter and wetter.

“It’s not too much, silly girl. You can take it, I know you can. You want your Sugu’ to be happy, don’t you baby? You wanna be my good girl, yeah?”

And how can you deny him? You do want to be his good girl, his best girl!

So you spread your legs wider for him and let him lap at your messy hole, and you don’t even complain when you feel his thick cock prodding at your entrance, stretching your pussy nice and full :3

hello ^^ ( thank you sososo much for the love on the other posts! send me requests if you want :P )