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I Didn't Mean To Say That part 1 (mature)

“Oh, daddy!” you call out, your fingers tangled in his hair.


         Oh no.


         Ed, who was moments ago kissing and massaging your bare breasts, stops his movements, “What?”


         “Um…” you don’t know what to say. Ed looks at you with raised eyebrows and wide eyes.


         “Did you just call me daddy?” Ed asks with an odd look on his face.


         You don’t answer and avoid looking him in the eye. How entirety embarrassing is this? In the midst of some very titillating foreplay, (pun intended) you moan the word ‘daddy’. This is the first night you and Ed have had sex since he left for tour and you ruin it by accidentally letting something slip out of your mouth.


         While Ed was gone on tour you were forced to pay more attention to yourself and your needs. While exploring different things that you might like and reading the ‘Sex 101’ section in Cosmopolitan magazine (so sue you), you found that you have a bit of a kink. You were always one of those people who thought calling someone other than your father ‘daddy’ was weird and gross. Then after thinking about it some more, you realized it’s actually kind of sexy sometimes. Now you have a different understanding of it; it’s totally not that weird since you’re not talking to your real dad!


         Okay, you don’t really think you’re helping your case here.


         Ed slowly sits up on his knees in front of you, “I had no idea you were into that sort of thing.”


         “I’m not,” you lie, “I didn’t mean to say it.”


         “Are you sure?” he cracks a goofy grin.


         You eye him suspiciously as he lowers his face closer to yours. Your lips brush, but it’s all a tease. He quickly dips his head and starts kissing your neck instead. Once again, you let out a moan, but refrain from saying the ‘d word’ again.


         “Say it again,” Ed speaks into your neck breathlessly. It gives you chills.


         “What?” you say. You have to say, he completely caught you off guard with that.


         Ed doesn’t reply, but starts to work his way back down to your chest, kneading and sucking. This time you stifle your moans. You don’t want this to be any more awkward than it already is.


         “Say it, babe,” Ed says with a bit more pleading in his voice. He takes his shirt off, leaving him in his jeans and you in your underwear. Ed kisses you deeply and wraps his fingers in your hair before tugging just enough to make you hum into the kiss. His hips slowly start to grind against yours and the friction gets the best of you.


        “Daddy,” you whine, separating your lips from his.


        You can tell it’s turning him on by the way he slightly groans and by the growing bulge in his pants. He gently pushes your hair behind your ear and kisses your lips. You watch as his usually bright blue eyes grow dark with lust.


         “Good girl,” he says in a suddenly husky tone. “But don’t make daddy ask twice next time.”


         You have no idea what you’ve just gotten yourself into, but you think you like it from how fast your heart is racing. If he enjoys this too, this could be a lot of fun.


        You whimper and roll your hips against his again. He groans as you start undoing his pants and helps you get them off the rest of the way, his navy blue boxers being the only thing keeping him from being completely exposed to you.


         “Do you want daddy?” he whispers seductively in your ear and nibbles it. You sigh and nod eagerly. “How badly do you want me?”


         “So bad,” you can barely force your weak voice to say.


         “Let’s see,” he says sneaking his fingers down your underwear. He dips a finger lower until he can feel your wetness.


         “Good,” he purrs. It makes you shudder. “Now let’s get you out of these.”


          You happily oblige and raise your hips to allow him to slide the damp material down your legs.


         “You’re such a good girl for daddy,” he says, also sliding his boxers down his pale legs. You bite your lip and blush. Looking at his fully exposed body gets you going even more, picturing him hovering over you.


         To your confusion, he walks over to the closet and opens the door. He turns around, and in his hand you see three of your scarves. Your eyes travel from the scarves to his face, feeling heat rush through your body when you see the devilish smirk on his face.


         He prowls back over to you, his eyes piercing into yours. He moves his focus to the rest of your body, licking his lips at your figure. That’s always been something he’s done when he’s turned on.


         You shiver when he makes his way to the head of the bed, gently taking your wrists and tying each one to the bedposts with the scarves.


         “We’re trying something new,” Ed purrs in your ear.

         Your legs rub together and your body writhes and begs for Ed to do something, to ravish it. He kisses your neck and sucks lightly. You long to wrap your fingers in his hair. You feel him smirk against your neck when you tug, trying to pull your wrists free from the new contraption. The more it doesn’t work, the more heated the both of you get.


         “What’s the third scarf for?” you ask anxiously.

         He raises his face from your neck and lifts the scarf.


         “This is to make it more fun, darling.”


         Sitting next to you on the bed, he gestures for you to lift your head. You do so and he ties the scarf around your head, allowing you to only see darkness.


         You feel powerless. You guess that’s the point after all. Taking away one sense heightens another. Without your sense of sight, your hearing and touch become more keen.


         “Can you see anything?” Ed asks.


         “No,” you say.


         “I think you’re forgetting something,” he says, running his hand over your stomach and causing you to flinch.


         “No, sir,” you repeat breathlessly.


         “Good girl,” he says.


         You feel him stand from the bed, listening to each footstep until he lands at the foot of the bed. Slowly, he lowers his body onto yours. He starts kissing his way down your body, beginning at your neck. Each kiss leaves a ghost feeling as he moves to the next place. He swirls his tongue around your nipple before kissing down to your naval and stopping right above where you want him the most; there’s no better way to describe the feeling coursing through you than to call it lust.


         His hands land on your calves, pushing them up so that your legs bend. He then puts his hands on your knees, spreading them as wide as they will go. With no warning, he gives you one long, slow lick, stopping at the bundle of nerves hidden in your folds. Your breathing hitches and your hips rock forward.


         He takes this as an invitation to go wild.


        Ed’s tongue makes broad circles around your clit, pausing to suck and poke at it with the tip of his tongue. He laps at the sensitive nub and hums to send small, but direct vibrations through you. You moan and encourage him to go faster and harder.


         “Tell daddy how good he makes you feel,” he says before diving his tongue inside of you, making you squirm and arch your back.


         “So good, daddy,” you call out. “You make me feel so good.”


         He picks up the pace, pushing his tongue against you more, multiplying the pleasure. His tongue continues pulsing in and out while he brings his hand up and starts moving your clit in short, soft circles.


         “Ooh,” slips out of your mouth at the new strong sensation. Every feeling is amplified when you’re blindfolded. Your head falls to the side. You feel yourself getting closer and closer. When you think you couldn’t feel any better, Ed slips a single finger inside of you, stopping his tongue movements.


         “Do you like that, darling?” his thick accent making you wetter. Before you can even think about responding, he lands his tongue feverishly onto your clit.


         “Oh, yes!” you call out. “Yes, daddy, please don’t stop!”


         “Fuck, you taste so sweet,” Ed grunts.

         The more you squirm and beg, the faster Ed’s tongue moves. You feel yourself almost at your peak. You let out a long, breathy moan.


         “Oh, daddy, I’m–”


         As soon as he hears your voice, he stops. He quickly grabs your legs when you try to rub them together to create even the faintest friction. So he leaves you like that; throbbing, whining, begging. You were so close to release you could almost taste it.


         “Please,” you cry, “I’m begging you, don’t stop.”


         “Poor kitten,” he falsely sympathizes. “Don’t worry, I’m not done with you yet.”


         He climbs onto the bed with you, reaching over you to untie your blindfold. The first thing you see when he takes it off is his lips. You lean your head forward to kiss him deeply, taking your own breath away. You see his hand snaking lower, taking himself with it and pumping slowly. He’s so hard. Your hands try to pull free and touch him but it’s no use.


         He settles down between your legs and rubs his tip against your still wet core.


         “Now,” he says, propped up with his left hand and hovering over you. “Daddy’s gonna fuck you senseless and your job is to be as loud as you possibly can. No holding back. Got it?”


         “Yes sir,” you say excitedly…

I Didn't Mean To Say That part 2 (mature)

Ed slides himself into you slowly at first, letting you adjust to him. The first thrust makes you moan. You’ve been waiting so long. He bends your leg forward, allowing him to go deeper. His eyes roll back with pleasure as you clench your walls tightly around his length.


         “You’re so good,” he says, leaning down to kiss you while thrusting faster. He swirls his hips a bit, driving you wild.


         “Ha- harder please, daddy,” you plead.

         “Since you asked nicely,” he smirks.


         He starts pounding into you relentlessly and that’s exactly what you needed. Each thrust creating a slapping sound that took you higher. He pushes himself in all the way before pulling out and shoving himself back in frantically. His grunts and moans get the best of him and sweat drips down his face.


         “Oh god,” you whimper.


         With a determined look on his face, he presses your bodies completely together, supporting himself with his forearms rested on either side of your head. The new closeness gives you a different, loved and admired feeling. He stares into your eyes until you roll them back and shut them from the quickly building pressure.


         “Are you close, baby?” he grunts while thrusting as fast as he can, creating friction against your clit that gives you a dizzying feeling of ecstasy.


         “Yes, daddy,” you moan loudly.


         His face contorts and twitches when you tighten yourself around him. His thrusts become short, quick and needy.


         “That’s it, babe,” he pants. “Let go.”


         You scream his name and your body tenses as you enter euphoria, your back arched and eyes clamped shut. You moan and your body trembles but Ed doesn’t stop. He rides out your high with you, soon reaching his own. You nibble his neck to send him over the edge and it works.


         “Fuck, babe,” he mutters over and over again in your ear. He lets out short, quick ‘ah’ sounds as he comes. Eventually, he stops and rests his head against your chest while he catches his breath.


         “How was it?” he asks, pulling himself out of you and untying your wrists from the bed posts.


         You wince at the sudden empty feeling and say, “Amazing.” You rub your wrists and giggle to yourself a little bit. You never imagined Ed would be this kinky.


         “You’ve got to tell me about your kinks, love,” he says, rolling over to lie next to you. “That was fucking hot and I wish we had tried it earlier.”


         He pulls a blanket over you two, snuggling into you.


         “Yes, sir,” you say jokingly, smirking at him.


         He laughs and kisses your forehead.

They say boys don’t cry
But your daddy shed a lot of tears
They say I should be a strong man
But baby, I’m still filled with fear
Sometimes I don’t know who I am
Sometimes I question why I’m here
I just wanna be a good dad
Will I be? I have no idea
They say girls shouldn’t be tough
And moms should raise their kids at home
But baby, I know that that isn’t true
Cause your momma’s the toughest person I know
I wanna raise you to be like her
And watch you show the world how to do it on your own
I’m still tryna figure out who I am
I don’t wanna mess this up or do this wrong
I’m gonna be there for your first breath
I don’t know if I’ll be there for your first step
I can promise you that I’ll try to work less
But the tour’s routed, and I got this album
Put in so many hours, and I just want the outcome
To be something that I can look back and I can be proud of
Don’t wanna be a dad that’s living in FaceTime
But I’ve got a world to sing to and you at the same time
I won’t spoil you, you can trust that
For your sweet 16, you get a bus pass
Had your heart broken? Been there, done that
I love you and I can’t give you enough of that
Get back to community that raised you up
Read Langston Hughes, I suggest “A Raisin in the Sun”
Listen to Sam Cooke, a change gon’ come
You put the work in, don’t worry about the praise, my love
Don’t try to change the world, find something that you love
And do it every day
Do that for the rest of your life
And eventually, the world will change

I’ll be patient, one more month
You’ll wrap your fingers round my thumb
Times are changing, I know, but who am I if
I’m the person you become
If I’m still growing up, up, up, up
If I’m still growing up, up, up, up
I’m still growing up

I recommend that you read The Alchemist
Listen to your teachers, but cheat in calculus
Tell the truth, regardless of the consequence
And every day, give your momma a compliment
Take your girl to the prom
But don’t get too drunk hanging out the limo
Slow dance with your woman in your arms
Sneak her in after but boy, you better tiptoe
Don’t wake your mom up, do yoga, learn ‘bout karma
Find God, but leave the dogma
The quickest way to happiness? Learning to be selfless
Ask more questions, talk about yourself less
Study David Bowie, James Bowen and 2Pac
Watch the sun set with best friends from a rooftop
Wear a helmet, don’t be stupid
Jaywalk, but look before you do it
If it snows, go outside, build a jump, get some help
Get a sled, thrash the hill with your friends till it melts
Go to festivals, camp, fall in love and dance
You’re only young once, my loved one, this is your chance
Take risks, cause life moves so fast
You’re only young once, my loved one, this is your chance

I’ll be patient, one more month
You’ll wrap your fingers round my thumb
Times are changing, I know, but who am I if
I’m the person you become
If I’m still growing up, up, up, up
If I’m still growing up, up, up, up
I’m still growing up

—  Macklemore and Ryan Lewis – Growing Up (Sloane’s Song)
6

The third and final page of the comic nobody asked for.

To explain this: Autumn knew that she might not make it out of the fight alive, so she left a piece of herself in her favorite hair clip and was in hopes of Toffee singing her favorite song, which coincidentally happen to be a falling soldier song among monsters. She did the same thing to the girls, but they don’t know that.

things about the td garden show

(night 1, sept 22 2017)

- he was the smiliest boy!!! in the whole world!!

- ed said he and his brother talk about rick and morty

- he sang tenerife sea!! and repeated “so in love” over 30 times. i counted. and he ended it with “im in love” like just go ahead and kill me

- he loves his high notes like he adds them to every song

- he just sang gibberish for one of the lines in galway girl and i was like same

- how would you feel was an old voice memo that he looked through because he didn’t have enough songs on the album…

- his friend TJ is really good at piano and ed convinced him to play how would you feel with him on stage!! ed sang “so tell me that you love me too” directly to TJ and after he left the crowd chanted “TJ! TJ!” so he came back out for a final bow

- he told us he’s been super excited for the boston shows because ireland yay

- at first dublin was the loudest then buenos aires then atlanta then chicago and boston are apparently tied now

- the lyrics on the screen behind him for you need me i don’t need you were wrong??

- at the end when he took the picture he said “boston give me a smile” and it was just cuteness i was like yes daddy

anonymous asked:

DADDY ED SHEERAN JUST RELEASED A SONG CALLED BARCELONA ITS OUR ANTHEM

wow i can’t believe ed sheeran is an otayuri stan

(it’s actually scary relevant for both of them oh my gosh?? thank you for showing me, darling!)

“I fell in love with the sparkle in the moonlight reflected in your beautiful eyes” Please let Otabek play guitar and sing this not-so-subtly about him and Yuri at a group event one year after the GPF and Yuri blushing red at the covert confession bye

Luke Imagine

Song: Small Bump by Ed Sheeran

Requested? No.

Note: This is my first time writing an imagine.

Luke wandered New York, shades on his face, walking among the crowds of people, not wanting to draw attention from fans or paparazzi. He passed by many young mothers with infants, and his heart strings refused to stop their yanking. They brought back many memories and were just a reminder of what he had lost.

They were dating for two years when she told him of the news that it wasn’t just going to be them anymore.

Luke at first was shocked. He wasn’t ready to be a father. He was still young, and enjoying all the attention his band was receiving from the entire world. He wasn’t ready to settle down and take care of another human being. But he supported Y/N’s decision to keep the baby. They both put themselves in this situation.

He was gone fro the first two months of the pregnancy, off on a small tour and doing promotional gigs for the band. Y/N stayed back, wanting to keep to a normal life while dealing with a baby growing inside her.

She would bring up the baby frequently during her FaceTime conversations with Luke, but continuously, he showed no apparent interest in the tiny creature they had created with love.

Luke returned home in the middle of the third month with the baby. Not much of a bump showed, at all, and Luke was still reluctant of the baby. Y/N never gave up trying to warm Luke up to the idea of a mini-him growing inside of her.

“Come to the ultrasound, please? You’ve missed three of them. Don’t you want to see the baby?” Y/N asked him.

Luke shook his head ‘no’, and mumbled something about having to practice a certain song.

But Y/N wouldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer.

She dragged Luke along to the doctor’s office for an ultrasound.

When a beating heart sound filled the room as a wand was placed on Y/N’s belly, Luke’s breath caught in his throat. He look over at the screen and saw a little baby growing. It had tiny little arms, and tiny little legs and fingers, and toes.

"Is that—” Luke stopped and stared at Y/N in awe.

Y/N smiled gently at Luke and nodded.

That night, Luke rested his head on her belly and caressed where he thought the baby would be. It was the first time he had actually done that. His attitude was different.

“So there’s a baby in there?” he stated.

She nodded, and ran her hands through his hair.

“With little fingers and super tiny nails.”

“About that sized hands,” Y/N drew a small hand shape in the corner of his, and Luke snatched hers in his hand and held it, interlocking their fingers.

“With your hair, and face and—”

“No, they’ll have your hair, and your lips, and your awkward giant genes. They’ll have my eyes.”

“Right; they’ll be a baby giant,” Luke laughed.

Y/N smiled and yawned. “I’m sleepy.”

“Close your eyes. Sleep. I’ll be right here,” he replied, and brushed some hair away from her face.

“But isn’t that uncomfortable?” she asked.

“Nah. And anyways, I have some catching up to do with our baby giant. I love you, babe.” he kissed her and she closed her eyes.

Luke continued to caress Y/N’s baby bump—a very small one, yet it was significant that there was a bump really there.

“Hey there, baby giant,” Luke breathed to the bump, as to not wake Y/N. “I’m your daddy. You probably don’t really know me too well. I wasn’t that good of a dad to far—but I will be from now on, as best as I can. I’m probably going to screw up a lot. You’ll have to bear with me until I can get the hang of this. But I’m going to teach you how to play the guitar and everything. Treat your momma kindly, she put up with a lot with me, and with everything. I love ya.” He kissed the baby bump and moved up onto the pillow next to Y/N. He pulled the shirt of his that she wore down over her belly that once was pushed up over the bump, and pulled the covers over them before he fell asleep too.

It wasn’t long after, that Luke’s dream came crashing down.

Luke was at the studio late, with the guys, joking around when his phone rang. He answered it, and right away he knew something was wrong.

Y/N was crying and seemed distraught as she begged him to help her.

He knew from her voice that it was about the baby. He called an ambulance to take her to the hospital before he could get to her.

By the time he got to the hospital, it was too late. Baby Giant was already gone.

Luke fell against Y/N who laid exhausted in her hospital bed ad just cried. They cried because it was their first child, because they lost a child just now, and because Luke had just accepted the baby with his whole heart, and now everything was ripped right from under their feet. They felt as they had failed their unborn baby, and they couldn’t forgive themselves for everything that had happened. Luke did his best to comfort Y/N, but deep down inside, he was drowning with guilt. She knew it, but as much as she tried to help him, he couldn’t let himself stop focusing on the emptiness in his heart.

Soon it became as if he was no longer Luke Hemmings—he was the shell of himself. He felt like he wasn’t alive at all. They felt further apart than at the beginning of the pregnancy.

It was nine months since they found out that they were pregnant. Baby Giant would have been born.

Y/N was tired—she couldn’t live this way. And she told him that. That he needed to move on—not to forget their baby, but to remember Baby Giant, and still live his life. People were still relying on him. She was still relying on him and his love—if he still relied on her.

At that moment, Luke surprised her. He proposed to her.

“I would have done this earlier, but with everything that happened, the moment wasn’t right. This is our promise to Baby Giant that we’re there for them. Always.”

It had been two years since the day they’d lost the baby.

All the babies around him made his heart ache more his unborn child he’d never really met.

Suddenly his phone rang. Y/N’s picture appeared onscreen.

“Hey babe,” he murmured into the phone. “What’s up?”

“Do you mind if I bring a plus one when I visit you on tour?” Y/N asked, a smile snaking its way on her face.

“What? Why? What’s going on?” he perked up, curious.

“I’m pregnant,” she cried.

“What? Oh my god, I love you. I’m coming home right now.”

Y/N laughed.

Life indeed worked in mysterious ways.