magnolia19
Recent bookmarks
-
Tags
Summary
...
Jim, who covers Spock as if mounting a mate...
Jim, who shoves him down onto his back, until hot stone burns pleasure and pain into his lower spine...
Jim who pushes the lirpa to his chest and holds him there, overpowered, so many points of contact, so tantalizingly close.
Spock's skin flashes hot, his legs part, a reflex from nowhere near the fight instinct. The pounding of his blood cries out in eager heat at being granted the dream he was dreaming seconds ago--
--almost, but not quite.
Jim's eyes are fear, not seduction. No gentle, knowing glance at the juncture of Spock's legs to acknowledge the damp strain of need there. No human thigh pushed up between them, offered for him to ride to relief.
But Spock has been trembling on the precipice for so long that it doesn't matter.
Just the feel of Jim over him like this. The brush of skin between their hands... the very idea of how near Jim's hips are to his, how close this is to what his body pleads for...
Pressed against stone, his spine barely arches.
Out of breath, his throat makes barely a sound...(Amok Time where everything's the same AND they fuck there in the sand and it's not even an AU.)
Bookmarked by magnolia19
17 Oct 2025
-
Tags
Summary
Stede is rambling. This isn't out of the norm, but there’s something about the look on his face, the specific tone he’s using, that has Ed worried.
“It’s actually quite interesting!” Stede says, sweating profusely. “I’ve never seen a plant do that before! I wonder if it’s been documented anywhere! I don’t think I’ve read about it in any books. You would think someone would have published something somewhere if they had seen something like that! You know I have a pretty encyclopedic knowledge of plants, my dear. And yet not a glimpse of this flower! It was a flower, was it not? I’m feeling a little foggy on the details.”
Bookmarked by magnolia19
24 Feb 2025
-
Tags
Summary
Stede realizes, in the middle of an early-morning fuck, that he's seen and heard Ed's pleasure before they ever had sex.
Get in losers we're eroticizing Ed's stab wounds in this one
Bookmarked by magnolia19
24 Feb 2025
-
Tags
Summary
It’s a fucking travesty. It’s an oozing, malignant cyst of a dessert. It breaks its banks when Ed cuts into it, releasing a tide of chocolate goo, which floods not only over the edges of the tray but halfway across the fucking table. Ed goes 'shit, shit', and he tries to stop the deluge with his bare fucking hand (again, exhibiting a laughable lack of foresight, insight, hindsight, all the sights). The liquid is blisteringly hot, hot enough that Ed instantly yanks his fingers back with a hiss and a litany of furious curses, and he abandons the whole fucking mess with an explosive kick to the kitchen counter.
He stubs his toe.
This is the cake’s fault.
Fuckin’ cake. Whole thing’s fucked. Well and truly.
But there is something worse than Ed’s abysmal excuse for a cake. Far worse. Unimaginably worse:
Stede thinks Ed is wonderful.
(OR: Stede showers Ed with praise every time he messes something up. Ed comes to a devastating conclusion about the reason why. Angst, fluff, talking it through (as a Two), and some emotionally healing make-up sex. For LizPoppe 💛)
Bookmarked by magnolia19
09 Feb 2025
-
Tags
Summary
The fact that Stede called wasn’t the weird thing.
Stede was the kind of lunatic who called whenever he had a thought, including ones that could’ve been texts. With anyone else, it would’ve driven Ed crazy, but being in love with Stede since seventh grade had already driven Ed crazy, so instead it was endearing.
No, the weird thing was the request.
Bookmarked by magnolia19
31 Jan 2025