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    Or, the AU where Quentin and Margo write Fillory & Further smutfic.

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  1. Public Bookmark 63

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    Eliot woke to the toe of Margo’s shoe biting hard into the flesh of his shoulder.

    “Time to get your dick wet, Sleeping Beauty,” she drawled, hands on hips. Vision of her coming through like an aura drenched in the blue light being thrown from the television screen. “Mama brought you a present.”

    Or: The horniest meet cute in history.

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    03 Mar 2022

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    Written for The Magicians Monthly Prompt Challenge December: Blindfold

    “I don’t think I’m into this,” Quentin says, and there’s something in his voice that catches Eliot’s interest. Something almost pleading. Like he wants to be told he’s wrong.

    “Oh, honey,” Eliot says, absolutely and totally failing to avoid using his Daddy voice because this guy is just– He’s just so fucking cute. “Just because you don’t want to tie up your girlfriend doesn’t mean you can’t make use of the toys. Have you ever thought about trying it the other way around?”

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    09 Jun 2021

  3. Public Bookmark 77

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    In the low, silvery light of the moon, Eliot can see Quentin, clearly still asleep, the sheet kicked away from his body. Usually, he sleeps with an undershirt on, but tonight, he’d stripped down to just his boxers—his nipples are crinkled, his mouth open, his cock hard and straining against the fabric of his gray boxer briefs. The little moans falling from his lips are soft and breathy, and his hips are bucking up from the bed, like he’s trying to find something to push against.

    Holy fucking gay Jesus—what the fuck—Eliot is going to lose his actual goddamn mind.

    Eliot’s watching Quentin Coldwater have an actual sex dream. Here, in his bed, next to him, hair splayed out behind him on his Fillory and Further pillowcase.

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    11 Mar 2021

  4. Public Bookmark 48

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    They’d been dating for two and a half months. Well—dating probably wasn’t the word. But they were definitely… something. They were definitely having sex. They hadn’t actually talked about not talking about it—mostly because they were too busy not talking about it—but Eliot was pretty sure it was a secret. Even Margo didn’t know. Eliot didn’t know why he didn’t just tell her. Maybe the idea of having a torrid secret affair was just really fucking hot.

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    03 Feb 2021

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    They’re not labeling it, but Eliot buys a vest that needs to be laced up at the back, thinking Quentin can help me with this without a second thought. They’re not labeling it, but Quentin sleeps in his room sometimes even when they don’t fuck, if his brain is particularly loud or he’s feeling especially lonely. Eliot knows the schedule of Q’s father’s chemo appointments, because Quentin always comes back a bit of a mess, a little in need of giving up control of simple things like ‘where do I find food today’ or ‘what shirt should I wear’ to someone else. And maybe you could say that’s just being a good Dom, but...

    Eliot’s Dommed for boys before. He’s done it with a kind of regularity once or twice, even. It was nothing like this, groggy morning coffee cups and lunch between classes, Quentin quiet and boneless with his head in Eliot’s lap while he and Margo gossip. This was something new. Maybe it didn’t have a label, but it felt like something edging up towards– a relationship?

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    08 Oct 2020