#philoise smut

[silverhallow]

Control

pairing: Eloise Bridgerton x Phillip Crane

summary: Phillip wakes one morning feeling particularly naughty, much to Eloise's dismay and pleasure

warnings: bondage, orgasm control, Dom/Sub tones, teasing, NSFW,

word count: 2715 words

author's note: previously on AO3, written for @sirphillipcranestanaccount

Eloise woke up to the feeling of her husband's gentle kisses on her thighs. She opened her eyes, groggy from the deep calm of her sleep. She was relaxed, enjoying the sensation of Phillip's lips against her skin.



She smiled and moved to place her hand on his head, she loved to run her fingers through his hair as he pleased her.



But, not this morning. This morning she found her wrists tied securely to their headboard. Not with any rough rope, or chains, not even with the cuffs they sometimes used. Her wrists were tied with silk scarves, ones she didn't even know they had. She could feel that her ankles were likewise secured to the bed. She lifted her head and saw her husband smiling up at her.



"Good morning, beautiful." He said, before going back to kissing his way up her thighs.



"Good morning. This is a surprise." She tugged slightly at the silky restraints, testing them.



"I hope you don't mind. I felt like playing with you this morning." He said his voice a little cautious, if she didn’t want to he would let her loose.



"Mmm, not at all. I mean, I guess I'll allow it." She sighed happily not realising what was coming.



Eloise was accustomed to being the one in charge in the bedroom. Phillip's natural tendency to submit to her was the predominant theme of their sexual relationship.



This morning's fun was a welcome change of pace for her. She had been longing for him to take the weight of that responsibility off her shoulders. She decided to relax and enjoy as her husband no doubt worshipped and pleased her.



Phillip's kisses hand traveled up her right thigh and back down her left. He continued kissing his way down her leg, and then back up the other. The whole time his hands gently following, massaging his wife. He continued kissing up her body, taking his time to lick and gently graze her nipples with his teeth. He finally worked his way up her neck, before planting a deep and passionate kiss on her lips. He laid beside her, a hand tracing teasingly along her thigh.



"I am in a very particular mood this morning, and you might not like it," he said.



"What mood is that exactly?" Eloise raised an eyebrow in curiosity.



Phillip kissed her lips again, as his hand slid closer to her already wet pussy. A single finger barely tracing her slit.



"I'm in the mood to tease you. I'm in the mood to test your limits, to see how much you can take before you're squirming and begging."



Eloise felt a shudder run through her body. As a general rule, she was not a fan of being teased for very long.



Phillip loved teasing and denial, absolutely lived for the frustration of being made to wait. That was pure torture for his wife.



Once she was warmed up, she expected an orgasm. Several in fact. Hard and fast and satisfying. As much as she wanted, when she wanted.



"You know I'm not patient enough for that." She smiled and bit her husband's lip as they kissed again.



"Well it's a good thing I tied you down then, isn't it?" He grinned.



Phillip laughed lightly as he started kissing his way back down her neck. She pulled at the scarves again.



"Squirming already?"



"No. No, it's fine. I know you… You won't be able to resist making me cum." She said confidently.



"We'll see. Like I said, I'm in a particular mood."



Phillip reached over to the nightstand and grabbed his phone. He held it up so that Eloise could see the timer he'd set.



"Three hours?!"



Phillip smiled and slowly shook his head yes, as he hit start on the timer and set the phone back down.



"You can handle it. Just relax and enjoy."



Eloise groaned as his attention went back to her breasts. His hand gently held them as his lips and tongue teased her hard nipples.



Swirling his tongue around them, gently tugging at her piercings with his teeth. As he teased her, she could feel herself becoming more and more aroused. He let a hand wander between her legs, tracing two fingers along the lips of her pussy, teasing and tormenting her as he went.



She was aching for more. Her breathing was getting heavier. She was getting desperate and she knew it hasn’t been long.



"Sweetheart. Are you ok? It's only been a few minutes..." He smiled at her with a knowing smirk on his face, he knew she wouldn’t last but he was determined to make wait, to see this through. Eloise was always in a rush, always in movement but he wanted to savour her, to enjoy her to her and his full potential.



"Shut up." She let out a sigh, and did her best to put on an angry pouty face.



Suddenly he slipped a finger deep inside her wet pussy. She let out a satisfied moan as she arched her back. But his finger withdrew just as quickly, he was going to tease her to the nth degree.



"Oh! Come on!" She whined, it was petulant and she didn’t care.



Phillip lifted his finger to his mouth, sucking it clean.



"Sorry. I just wanted a taste. You know how much I love to taste you." He said with a smug look on his face, a comment that would normally have her blushing but this time she was too wound up.



"Well get down there with your mouth and have some more then!" Eloise practically screeched at him.



"Oh I will. But not yet. We still have plenty of time." He said with a wicked smirk on his face.



He returned to teasing her breasts, but now his hand continued teasing between her legs too. Eloise did her best to resist the temptation to squirm or struggle, determined not to give in to her husband so soon. As he continued to give her breasts attention, his finger began gently sliding between her lips. Then slowly, oh so slowly, he entered her again. Her sighs and whimpers increased.



First one finger, slowly teasingly fucking her. Then two. Then three. Her hips rocked against his hand. She wanted it harder, faster. She wanted his fingers to fuck her, to make her cum. But they didn't, they just kept their slow and steady pace. Phillip kissed back up her neck, leaving hickeys this time as she moaned more and more loudly.



"Are you enjoying yourself sweetheart?" He whispered in her ear.



"Mhhmmmm..." Her eyes were closed, she was entirely focused on the feeling of his fingers sliding in and out of her.



"Good. That's my good girl."



Phillip could feel her pussy tighten around his fingers at that comment.



"Oh. Do you like that? Do you want to be my good girl?"



Eloise let out a long sigh, before biting her lip.



"Yes Phil... Yes. I want to be your good girl."



Phillip started moving his fingers faster. In and out. Her pussy was soaked, his fingers glided in and out so easily. In and out. In and out. She started to moan.



"Good girls get rewarded. Good girls get fucked, hard and fast. Just like they like."



Eloise could feel herself building toward orgasm. Her whole body tensed, her pussy clenched around her husband's fingers. Suddenly, they were gone. Phillip pulled his fingers from his wife's aching pussy.



"No! What the fuck?! No!" Eloise raised her body off of the bed, she pulled tightly against her silk restraints.



"So 27 minutes..." Phillip laughed. "It took 27 minutes for you to squirm and beg and become desperate for me."



Eloise continued struggling against her bonds. Her pussy throbbing with desire, needing to be filled again.



"Stop. Stop struggling. Lay still, now."



"Fuck you! Get over here and fuck me!" She demanded.



Eloise was usually able to take control in these situations. To manipulate Phillip into giving her what she wanted. She looked down and saw his hard cock. He was throbbing just as much as her pussy was. She knew he wanted to fuck her, to take her, to push her over the edge with his cock.



"Come on. You teased me enough. Fuck me, fuck me hard and fast. We can cum together. Think about how good it's going to feel. Come on!" She begged.



Phillip knelt next to his wife's head. He smiled down at her.



"Do you want me to fuck you? Do you want to feel my cock inside that dripping wet pussy?" He whispered seductively.



"Fuck, yes. You know I do."



"Then be a good girl and suck my cock. Show me how badly you want it." He smirked



Eloise let out a groan. She didn't want to suck his cock, all she wanted at that moment was to get fucked. To get her pleasure. But she knew she had to play along. She opened her mouth and took the head of her husband's cock between her lips. His hand gently held the back of her head and she started to suck.



She could taste precum, he was every bit as worked up as she was. She slowly took more of his cock in her mouth, until she was deepthroating him. She was very proud of her oral skills, and she had every reason to be. Phillip reached down and rubbed her clit as she continued sucking on his cock. He could feel her moaning around his cock, making him throb and leak into her mouth. They were both lost in their lust for each other at this point.



Phillip withdrew his cock from his wife's mouth. She was almost sad to feel him go, she licked her lips and savored the taste of his precum. He positioned himself between her legs, hands on her thighs. He rubbed the head of his cock against her pussy.



"Are you ready for me to fuck you?" He asked.



"Oh God, yes! Fuck me!" She pleaded



"How bad do you want it?"



"I fucking want it Phil! I want it! Ok?! You win! I''m begging you, just fuck me!" She shouted.



"Are you my good girl?"



Eloise was squirming, trying to thrust herself forward onto his cock. Pulling at her restraints.



"Yes! Fuck yes! I'm your good girl! Please Phil…Just give me your fucking cock!"



Phillip pulled away, stood up and left the room.



"What the fuck?! Where did you go?! Get back the fuck back in here!" She screamed at the door. She was going to kill him.



Frustrated and down right angry, she laid in the bed silently until he returned. He was carrying a bottle of water.



"You want some?" He asked as he took a sip.



Eloise glared at him.



"I want. Your. Cock." She spat



"I know." He smirked as he held the bottle of water to her lips.



"Take a drink. We're only an hour in." He said softly.



Reluctantly, she sipped the water. After placing the water on the nightstand, Phillip returned to his position between her legs. His cock was still hard, throbbing, and leaking. She could feel her pussy pulsing in anticipation.



"Ready?" He asked with a grin.



"...Yes." She scowled at him.



"Too bad." He smirked.



He shifted himself back, returning to his original position kissing his way across her thighs. She let out a frustrating groan, realizing that he had no intention of fucking her just yet. He kissed closer and closer to her pussy.



Finally she felt his tongue gently trace along her slit. She shuddered as he started to lick. His arms wrapped around her thighs, as he hungrily lapped at her juices. She whimpered as his tongue focused on her clit. Her orgasm was starting to build again.



She bit her lip, she thought maybe if she stayed silent she could sneak an orgasm in. But as soon as she got close, he went back to kissing her thighs. This went on for several minutes. When she thought she couldn't stand any more teasing from his tongue, she felt his finger slide inside of her again.



Her head was thrown back now, her whole body tense. Edging again, and again. But he wouldn't let her get quite close enough. She was sweating now. Her body felt exhausted from the ordeal.



"Please..."



He lifted his head, looked up at his wife.



"Hmm? What was that?"



"Please...Please Phil. I need to cum. I...I can't"



"Can't what El?”



"I can't take anymore teasing Phil. Please..."



"Oh sweetheart, it's ok."



He moved up her body, laying next to her again. She could feel his cock, hard and throbbing against her leg. He leaned in and kissed her.



"It's ok sweetheart. I know. I know it's hard. I know you want to cum, so badly."



"Mhmmm. I do. I really do. Please. Please, I'll be good. Just please let me cum." She begged



Phillip kissed his wife again. His fingers ran gently through her hair. He looked into her eyes.



"It's ok El…Don't worry. I'll take care of my good girl."



Eloise let out another involuntary whimper at his words. All the teasing, it was too much. She felt herself melting away. She couldn't think straight, she could barely think at all. She just wanted to feel him. To feel pleasure. To reach that climax that he had brought her so close to so many times.



He moved back between her legs. She braced herself for another relentless tease. She was relieved to feel his cock sliding inside her. First the tip, would he stop there? No. He kept pushing, inch by inch, filling up her aching needy pussy. Finally, she could feel his whole cock throbbing deep inside her. He was looking in her eyes again. She leaned toward him, their kiss was electrifying. His hand ran through her hair again, gently. The moment was a unique mix of sweetness, romance, and that aching need between her legs. As Phillip pulled away from their kiss, he saw a tear roll down her cheek.



"Please Phillip..." She begged again.



Phillip began sliding in and out of her, slowly. She bit her lip, she moaned, she lost herself in the feeling. He kept going, steadily faster and harder every thrust. She could tell that he was focusing on holding back his own orgasm. They both climbed toward the edge. She was ready, so ready to cum. Ready to share that moment with her husband. Ready for this extremely frustrating morning to be rewarded.



"Please. Please cum with me. I want it. I want to feel you, give it to me. All of it. All of you."



Phillip was trying to hold back. He knew his alarm hadn't gone off yet. It hadn't been 3 hours yet. But her words, they were getting to him. More than anything, more than his own need to cum. He wanted to finish with her. There was nothing better, he knew it. She knew it. His hand moved between her legs, he circled her clit with his thumb. She moaned loudly now, feeling the intensity of her impending orgasm.



"You have ten seconds. Better be a good girl El... Be a good girl, cum for me. Ten...nine...eight..."



Eloise let out a scream, her whole body convulsing, as her orgasm crashed down on her. At the same moment Phillip's own climax washed over him. His thrusts become raw and animalistic. Both lovers completely lost in the moment. The world around them ceased to exist. There was only the intense physical and emotional pleasure between.

[laremsworld]

Three fingers because book 3 is next? 🥹♥️

[thekatebridgerton]

Another favorite au I've never talked about in this blog is omegaverse which is a pity because it's one of the ones I like the most. Soooo even tho I don't know how to write smut...let's take a shot at it shall we?. At least for Kanthony Polin and Philoise

Kanthony: as an extremely headstrong Omega with a very sweet smelling younger Omega sister, Kate pretends to be an alpha to scare off unworthy suitors, using a scent blocker. Everyone buys her ruse except this one extremely dominant Alpha who really seems to want to get close to Edwina, but Kate won't let him, Edwina deserves to be mated for love and she's going to fight Anthony every step of the way. When it comes to Kate, Anthony has never smelled a better Omega in his life, which is made worse by the fact that everyone seems to think she's an Alpha, when Anthony knows she's not!. It doesn't help that her Omega challenges him at every turn, this sort of thing from an Alpha would certainly not be a problem but coming from an Omega her behavior just stimulates his Alpha's desire to campture, subdue and dominate her. If she doesn't start acting like her designation, it's going to make Anthony snap and bed her into submission. For Kate, it really doesn't help that her Omega is almost feral in it's possessiveness, Kate doesn't want Anthony around her, but neither does her Omega want him around others. And his Alpha likes that too much. Really, accepting that invitation to tour Aubrey Hall is such a bad idea. But she just had to say yes to spite him.

Polin: because she grew up so repressed Penelope has a health condition that makes Omega scent almost untraceable to the normal people. As a result everyone thinks she's a Beta and she's given up on love.( No matter how delicious a certain third son Alpha has always smelled to her). The only times she feels she can truly be herself is when she's writing Lady Whistledown columns, which is when she feels actually heard and seen. Colin on the other hand has known the scent of his mate since Daphne debut. The problem is that the scent comes and goes, sometimes it can be in a ballroom for a second and then completely disappear, only to appear again somewhere else and disappear again. He swears he even tracked it down to the Featherington house once, only for the scent to disappear again and reappear near the house of the Featherington solicitor. It's maddening. And nobody believes him about it. So he thinks there's something wrong with him. When his good friend Penelope decides to enter spinsterhood, and he begins seeing more of her, the maddening Omega scent begins showing up more frequently and it drives his Alpha more crazy, why is his Omega hiding? He needs to claim her!. Penelope on the other hand is trying to get her stupid scent flares under control before Colin figures out she's lady Whistledown, Besides didn't Colin say he'd never mate Penelope Featherington in his wildest dreams? They're obviously not mates no matter how delicious he smells to her. And she really can't help how much her Omega blooms in happiness whenever she's doing LW things. Penelope is determined not to let Colin interfere, she's lived her life without making mistakes and she's not going to let her designation give her away, not now this close to retirement. But the moment Colin suspects Penelope may have a secret lover, he follows her, catching her in the act and nothing is there to stop a furious Colin from chasing after her and claiming her. Not even Penelope's stubborn insistence that she's NOT HIS MATE. It doesn't help that he just went into a rut, that only she can take care of and Now he just won't let her go

Philoise: everyone in Mayfair knew Eloise was that weird Omega who never ever wanted to have pups, which made it unlikely she'd ever find a mate one day. So when Penelope asks her to check on Cousin Marina's widow on her way to Benedict's estate, Eloise thinks nothing of it, after all she's been exchanging letters with Sir Phillip and he's never been anything but extremely polite with her. It's not until she's actually in Romney hall that his scent hits her, the scent of an unmated Alpha in his prime, with two motherless pups. And for the first time in her life Eloise nonexistent nurturing Omega instincts kick in. Because those two unruly pups need so much, how could Sir Phillip allow them to go without being held for so long, Eloise can't believe their first instinct when seeing an Omega in their territory is to try to drive her out. They need to get clean clothes, they need to be better feed and definitely a better nanny. Eloise can't just leave while they're so hurt. Alpha smells like mate but Alpha has been bad, Alpha needs to be re educated!. As for Phillip, he never expected the sweetest smelling Omega in the world to burst into his life and start giving orders. But she's so perfect his Alpha would gladly follow her to the end of the world. He's never been a conventional dominant Alpha, he doesn't think Eloise needs him to protect her, but she does need the comforting presence of an Alpha who will accept her as she is. And if she's started to build a nest with his things he'll pretend he doesn't see it. After all he needs to prove himself to her first, Phillip just needs to show her he can be a good provider and good father for the pups who already love her so much. Meanwhile Eloise knows it's just a matter of time before her proximity to Phillip's decadent scent triggers her heat and she needs to get to Benedict's estate before she begs him to mate her. But the pups don't want her to go, what should she do? She's never had pups need her before, Phillip needs her too, Alpha would be so sad if she... Oh gosh this is not the time for a breakthrough heat! And Did Phillip just growl?

An: I just wish more for more Bridgerton abo to be honest. It's really hot okay

[sirphillipcranestanaccount]

So I thought I had all of @silverhallow ‘s Philoise smut downloaded, but I must not have opened them soon enough and now all of them are gone 😭😭😭

[lukealvezhimboextraordinaire]

Prompt — wearing their lover’s clothes! (also, “can I get my shirt back? ’'no.”)

Philioise 🥰

okay so i tried to fill the bill this time! things get a bit hot at the end but nothing worth an r rating!

let's see philoise + wearing their lovers clothes.

It had taken some convincing on Eloise’s part.

Phillip was a man with a very defined style and that style didn’t involve hoddies - an absolute pity according to Eloise. He liked his cardigans, his pleated pants, and his wingtips. He liked to look good and yet be comfortable and wasn’t here to be ashamed for taking care of his appearance. And really, it was fine. Eloise loved it. The only problem was that Penelope had been bombarding her with snaps of her wearing Colin’s oversized hoodies and although she would never admit it out loud, she was starting to feel the green-eyed monster burning in her chest. Goddammit, she wanted to take cute pics clapped in one of Phillip’s extra-large hoodies and post them on every social media account she owned.

But Phillip was not having it. Not even when she went out of her way to make obvious hints as to how she wanted to steal his clothes. Or rather, how she wanted to be given his clothes.

And really? What was the problem? Eloise had full access to his closet. She could just walk into it and grab whatever she wanted and he would not protest. But he was a smart man and smart men did not engage in couple wars with their girlfriend’s siblings. Especially not with Polin. Because out of every two words Colin said, one was Penelope. And Phillip loved Eloise but he preferred to keep his displays of affection a bit more subtle and he preferred his love confessions to be for Eloise's ears only. Nothing wrong with proclaiming your love and devotion for the woman you were sharing your life with every two sentences, really. But being around Colin was, in all honesty, a bit sickening.

But even if his love language were light, casual touches or his quiet but calming presence or listening to her ramble about her day, that didn’t mean he loved her any less. Where Colin’s love was loud, grandiose, overwhelming, Phillip’s love was quiet, nurturing, gentle. It was waking up to fresh flowers resting on a vase every morning, it was coming home after a long day at work to the table set and dinner ready, it was finding little notes scattered around the house, reminding her to take her keys with her, to drink some water, to drive safely. It was a soft kiss on her cheek every morning before leaving for work, a cup of her coffee exactly like she liked it placed on her hand. It was pressed flowers under her pillow. It was a back rub while they read together in the afternoons. It was books with his favorite parts and quotes underlined showing up on her bedside table randomly - full pages circled with this reminds me of you all over it. It was gentle praise and sincere encouragement. It was words of affirmation. It was a sense of finally belonging, being taken care of, and being put first, of mattering.

Phillip loved Eloise in all the ways she had ever wanted to be loved but didn’t dare to allow herself to yearn for and even in ways she never knew a person could love another person. He understood her silences as well as her words and always seemed to know how to make her feel better. There was something in his presence that never failed to make her feel safe.

There was nothing she could complain about.

But she wanted to take a bloody picture wrapped in one of his shirts and post it, dammit.

And then a brilliant idea crossed her mind.

She would see Penelope’s hoodie and raise it. Go big or go home.

And go big she did, indeed.

Phillip had one of those botanic conferences he loved so much that weekend, which meant she would (practically) have the house for herself. Or at least she would have the house for herself once the twins went to bed. The smart woman she was, Eloise had already crafted a detailed plan to tire them out so much all through the day, that the moment they came back home they would pass out, giving her the time to put her second master plan into action. It was genius if she herself said it.

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The twins had drifted into a peaceful sleep as soon as their heads touched the pillows. The day had been filled with excitement, laughs, and a couple sugar highs that Eloise had made sure to schedule to last until they were on their way home. The plan had almost taken a turn for the worse on the ride home when their eyelids started to flutter. Nothing a good old banger couldn’t avoid. They ended up singing to the top of their lungs to songs Eloise had never heard before walking into those amazing kids’ lives but now she often found herself humming absent-mindedly.

She placed a sweet kiss on the top of their heads and made sure to tuck them in before closing the door quietly and making her way to the bedroom she had come to share with their father.

As much as she would have loved to take her time

Everything was ready; the lights settled to the perfect intensity, the phone resting on the tripod, and the throw pillows placed in a way that only added to the scene. All that she had to do was get in front of the lens. Surprisingly, the hardest part had been to pick the perfect garment to wear. Phillip had such a collection of nice shirts that it had taken Eloise a good twenty minutes to narrow it down to just two and then five more to come up with a winner. The soft baby blue cotton fabric looked very nice against her skin and it even made her eyes stand out so it became an easy pick. Even though the light yellow one was very nice too. Eloise took a mental note to keep it for a late date. Maybe she would have to ask Daphne to keep the twins for a night one of these days.

Eloise tried a couple poses on the mirror before settling for a suggestive yet not very explicit one. Her legs slightly parted, the hem of the shirt covering just about enough skin to allow the word tasteful to be used but to still spark the curiosity about what was (or wasn’t) behind, the first few buttons of the improvised attire open, allowing the valley of her breasts to peak over the lace brasserie, offering a glimpse of what was to come. The wicked smile adorning her features and messy hair the perfect last touches to her ravishing look. The camera snapped once, twice, thrice. Eloise studied the pictures, nodded with satisfaction, and with one last look at them hit sent.

My sunflower: A little something so you don’t forget to think about me tonight;)

Jesus, El, I almost crashed against the wall.

Just so you know, I always think about you.

My sunflower: I hope so.

Is that my shirt?

My sunflower: Maybe?

You little thief.

My sunflower: Do you want it back?

I think you ought to show me if you had stolen more of my clothes.

Like my boxers, for starters….

Eloise didn’t get much sleep that night.

The next morning she made sure to send Penelope a nerdy snap, Phillip’s shirt looking huge on her smaller frame, making her look like she was wearing an oversized dress. Judging by the dry response she got from her best friend, Colin was about to make a trip to the mall to get a couple dressing shirts. The bar had been raised. Hoodies were no longer good enough. It was pressed shirts or nothing now. Good.

Eloise surprised herself by how reluctant she was to take off his shirt. It had been only a day and she already missed him. His laugh, his hugs, his arms lazily thrown over her shoulders as they laid on the couch, the way he wrinkled up his nose with the first sip of tea… she missed having him around and the peace knowing he was close brought her. And it was funny because until that moment the realization of how used she had gotten to having Phillip by her side had not hit her. Their broken souls were two sides of the same coin, joined and twisted and embroiled until they became one.

So she threw a pair of jeans on, tucked the shirt in the pants, and went on and about with her day. The twins didn’t even bat an eye when she descended down the stairs muffled in their dad’s favorite gear. It was almost as if they had been expecting it for a while. In retrospect, they probably had not given it any thought because they were kids, smart kids, but kids and children didn’t tend to have the same worries as adults. For them, sharing clothes didn’t have a special meaning.

And Eloise realized that she should have gone digging into Phillip’s side of the closet a long time ago. Thinking about it, she couldn’t come up with the exact reason why it had gotten her so long to finally do something that had been on her mind for a while.

But Eloise didn’t have much time to dwell on the reasons behind her actions - or lack of them. Because the door sprung open, startling everyone inside, to reveal a smiling Phillip, bag hanging lazing from his shoulder.

“Daddy!” The kids rushed to his encounter, screaming happily, and attached themselves to his legs. He scooped them up, each in one arm, and when he looked up his eyes locked with Eloise’s. A knowing smile immediately overtook his features. Eloise knew that smile knew what it meant. It was the promise of something to come and it never failed to send a wave of heat down her stomach.

“Hi,” he had to lean in slightly to give her a soft kiss on the lips. The kids made disgusted noises and Phillip took it as his cue to let them run free. He watched them disappear up the stairs and only then did he turn his attention back to the brunette, his eyes burning into hers. “Is that my shirt?”

Eloise licked her lips. “Maybe.”

He grinned, closing the distance between them in two long steps, his lips brushing against her neck, tentatively running down her collarbone until they reached the valley of her breasts. The air caught in her lungs. Her eyes closed. And then he stopped. When she opened them again, he was smirking down at her. “Can I get it back?”

Somehow she managed to find the strength to talk. “N-no.”

Phillip grinned evilly. “Not even if I do this?” His fingers teased the hem of the shirt, sending a wave of electricity down her spine whenever they grazed her skin. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, he started unbuttoning the shirt, leaving a kiss on every inch of exposed skin.

“If you want your shirt. You are going to have to rip it off of me.” Eloise breathed out. And Phillip's eyes burned with desire and something that looked a lot like a promise.

Let’s just say, the shirt ended on the floor.

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When she came into their bedroom later that night, there was a bag resting on her side of the bed. She looked around for him but he was nowhere to be found. Never one able to resist the temptation of satisfying her curiosity, she looked inside. Tears filled her eyes because there, resting in the bottom of the bag was a brown hoodie. Strong arms wrapped around her from behind, the warm breath against her neck making her hair stand up. "I would give you the world, my sunflower. All you have to do is ask."

It had taken some convincing on Eloise's part. But she never needed to try so hard.

[vakariaan]

Painted Me Golden

Summary: Inspired by the 'To Sir Phillip, With Love' epilogue. Eloise realising she might be pregnant and the birth of their daughter Penelope. [Book Spoilers] [Fluff/Smut] [Pregnancy]

Fandom: Bridgerton

Pairing: Phillip/Eloise

Rating: E

Word Count: 4289

Find it here!

[fact-fictionx]

F M and U 🧡🧡🧡

F: Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

omg dialogue is really one of my least favourite things, and I try to avoid it as much as I can lol. but this is probs my favourite just because it's just ant and ben being brothers, but it also fed so much for this story and their relationship in it. It's from The Core of You

The two brothers continued to sit in silence, only the sounds of their breaths filling the room. “I remember when you bought this place,” Anthony reminisced, “We all thought you were stupid for not remaining it,” “Yeah,” Benedict let out an airy chuckle, his eyes still planted firmly on his now empty glass, “But I like it,” Anthony added, finally settling back into the armchair with comfort, “I think dad would have loved it.” He whispered, mainly to himself, but Benedict heard, “He would have taken over, sighting that I was too young to own such a property,” Benedict smiled as he thought of his father, “only because I found it before he did,” Anthony laughed, “Definitely,” Anthony shuffled in his hair slightly, his legs now hanging over one arm and his body resting sideways into the back, his glass still cradled in his lap, “He’d taken over your garden, you’d have all sorts of flowers growing in there, for mother obviously,” he added, “I’m sure Mrs Crabtree would have loved that.” Benedict finally looked up at his brother, both of them with smiles on their face, but Anthony’s eyes still looked at Benedict with sadness, pleading for his brother to forgive him.

M: Got any premises on the back burner that you’d care to share?

Loads. I have a Fran/Michael one-night stand one shot idea. a Bridgerton family @ Italian Villa plan which includes a part for all the relationships (minus Greg and Hy). It basically is gonna be 6/7 parts of smut ngl. Um yeah and my Benophie Hallmark WIP

U: Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much

gonna be 100% transparent, I'm terrible and reading fic because I just am greedy and want it all at once, so if it's a WIP I'm like no. and then if it's a multipart I can get myself overwhelmed by the word count when it's finished so yeah it's a fun little circle, but sometimes I read stuff so here's my thoughts.

@hallownight89 / hallownight89 - she's not affraid. She'll write what she wants to write, and writes it wonderfully. I have the honour of knowing how her brain works by working on a fic together and it's wonderful. Just truly wonderful 🥰

@sirphillipcranestanaccount / djcwrites - truly the number 1 reason that Philoise are now like second on my favourite couples. They were quite high anyway, but her Lost and Found fic is so wonderfully written, she manages to capture beautiful humour and the couples relationship and I just 😍

INTPSlytherin_reylove97 - I've only read one of their fics, and I haven't even finished it because I am terrible. But, having read their work in the Ton Discord writing sprints, and read one fic, I am just amazed. Truly and utterly amazed at the quality of the content they produce. It's just 👌🏻

fanfic ask game

[missielynne]

Now I am apparently entering a Philoise smut period so I want to put out there that I see them being a pair who thrive on the risk of getting caught. Not super brazen to the point where they will actually get busted but just enough that there could be a chance.

[gay-witch-hunt]

I just wanna say Thank You to whoever published Philoise smut on ao3 tonight. You really knew I’d need it. God bless.

[silverhallow]

In Person

pairing: Eloise Bridgerton x Phillip crane

summary: A different take on Phillip and Eloise meeting… Online Lovers to ACTUAL Lovers.

warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Daddy Kink, Light BDSM, Dom/sub, Choking, Multiple Orgasms, Oral Sex, Cunnilingus, Spanking, Blow Jobs, Sexual Content, Sexual Fantasy, Anal Play, Doggy Style, Orgasm Control, Control, Face-Fucking, Face Slapping, Meet and Greets, Sexting to Lovers, Internet Friends, Not Suitable/Safe For Work,

word count: 5868 words

author's note: BDSM themes, Control and very explicit content. A former Ao3 work. Reposted for @sirphillipcranestanaccount

Eloise’s hands were tugging nervously at the leather strap of her purse as she walked down the long hallway to her hotel room.

The door unlocked with a clean sounding click and she walked in to see her suitcase sitting neatly beside the large bed. The final rays of the sun were slipping behind the horizon. she stood for a moment, looking out of the window that made up the entire east wall. The city was spread before me in a beautiful but shadowy display. The buildings around her were beginning to glow from their inner lights. For a moment she forgot how hard her heart was pounding.

But then, her phone buzzed.

"Have you arrived safe and sound?" texted Phillip.

"Just got to my room. I can meet you at the bar downstairs." Eloise replied. she felt a little faint.

"Perfect," he had written back after a moment. "I can be there in 20." There was a pause and then another message came through. "Eloise? I can’t believe We're finally going to meet."

"I'm excited to see you face to face, Phillip," she texted back, feeling herself smiling stupidly.

"And I'm excited to touch you," he said, ending the conversation.

Eloise set her phone down and caught a glance of herself in the mirror, checking to make sure her lingerie was in place under her black dress with a zipper front, and smoothing her hair. she retouched her makeup, butterflies fluttering in her chest.

Eloise’s train journey across the country had been long and exhausting. Despite her comfortable first class seat and a glass of wine, she spent the travel time worried about her evening. Her afternoon work conference wasn't the reason she was nervous. she was one of the speakers but she could only absentmindedly scroll through her notes on her laptop. her mind was focused on her friend Phillip.

"Friend" was a loose term.

They had met online. He was funny and kind, he thought she was interesting and beautiful. His eyes could pierce right through her even in just pictures. His voice was deep and dark, sometimes raspy when he was about to fall asleep. Everything about him was deeply attractive to her and she was incredibly lucky to have met him.

Work had her too busy to have a real relationship so sometimes she felt guilty, like she was using Phillip for sex and attention because she couldn't commit to anything more. it was hard to help herself when it came to sexting him because they both had such high sex drives. He would send her pictures from his work bathroom of his incredibly stiff hard-on being held in his hand in front of the mirror. She'd text him long paragraphs about what she would do to him if they happened to work in the same building. If she was able to call him into her office, if he were to walk in on her trying to discreetly watch porn on her work computer.

She loved his dominance. He could be rough with her, telling her filthy things, and calling her his slut or his bad little girl. He could tell her very descriptively how he would hold her to her bed by her throat and make her cum over and over with his hand, keeping his fingers curled and wet inside her until her orgasm finished and he could begin on the next one. He had such power over her. She couldn't control herself.

He loved it when she told him when he could cum, however, It was a really hot kink that he didn't realize he had until she enforced it. Her favorite thing to do was make him painfully hard during his work day and tell him not to cum until he was home.

She would tell him to lay a towel on his bed and film himself grinding his cock into it until he began to cum, which often didn't take more than twenty seconds or so. She loved watching him, he always came so much. Sometimes nine or ten squirts at once, the cum shooting clear across to the edge of the towel, his moans dropping into breathlessness at the end. Eloise would orgasm to this, repeating after him when he said "Fuck me," in the video. her tongue would hang out of her mouth watching him rub out any remaining splashes just for her.

And after she had made herself cum several times, moaning his name despite his absence, they would talk. She loved hearing his thoughts. She loved how easily he made her smile and laugh. She felt happy any time her night ended with one of them falling asleep mid-conversation. She felt almost like she was complete.

But they had never touched in person. But now, the day was finally here and she was so incredibly nervous. Phillip felt out of her league. Incredibly sexy and charming, and someone she wanted to spend all her free time with. she had sweet fuzzy feelings about him that kept her coming back, and those fuzzy feelings were competing with the intense desire she had to suck his dick as soon as she saw him.

Once at the bar, she tried to satisfy that need by placing the straw of her gin and tonic in her mouth and moving her tongue subtly against it as she watched the glass entrance doors waiting for Phillip to walk through. her heart was pounding.

Through the bustle of the lobby she watched one of the doors revolve and she saw him. He walked out and her heart stopped.

He looked beautiful. His face was so familiar and yet had this alarming new realness to it. The lights of the chandeliers caught a shine on his dress shoes. He was holding a jacket over his arm and wearing a pressed dress shirt and tie. His handsome face was stoic at first and then he saw her. she got to her feet, unable to focus on anything else.

His face lit up in an intensely happy smile and his arms spread open.

Before she knew what was happening, she was almost in a sprint to get to his body. He crouched ever so slightly and caught her body as it slammed into his, her arms going around him instinctively and his going around her waist. He lifted her up off the ground as he straightened up and she inhaled the scent of his cologne and the shaving cream he must have used before he left the house. she inhaled the scent and her heart almost burst from her chest. she finally had him.

He set her down, his familiar laugh coming from his chest made her grin up at him. "Hi Eloise," he said happily.

"Hi," she breathed. she stared at him for just a second too long and decided to follow her instincts rather than be polite. She held his beautiful face in both her hands and brought him down slightly so she could kiss his lips. she kissed him deeply, lovingly. she couldn't remember ever kissing someone the way she kissed him in that moment. she didn't really care if he didn't want to kiss her back or if he just wanted to fuck and move on. she needed to kiss his smile and know that she had done it, despite how out of character it was for her.

When she broke their kiss she studied his face. He was smiling even bigger than before and put his two strong hands on either side of her face and kissed her again, hard. He ended the kiss abruptly and crushed her into his chest. "I'm so glad you're here," he said, his words were muffled by his arm pressing into her ear as he held her.

All she could do was giggle and feel her face get hot with a kind of blush she hadn't felt since school. He was real and she couldn't quite wrap her head around it. He had her take his arm as he walked her back to her seat at the bar. He ordered her another drink and stood beside her waiting for his whiskey. They talked about her train journey, her speech at the conference, his day at work, how much they missed texting one another during the morning and afternoon. He complimented her dress and her perfume. she reached out and held his face and complimented the softness of his skin that she had long suspected. They joked around a bit to take the sharp edge of nervousness away from their first personal encounter.

But even through the goofy conversations and how casually they acted, she could feel the satin of her panties becoming soaked between her legs. Watching his lips move when he talked, the way his lashes rested on his cheek when he was looking down, his scent, the feeling of his dress pants on her skin when he leaned in to press his thigh to her knee. She was intoxicated. She watched his whole body move, forgetting to talk at times.

"You okay?" Phillips asked, looking at her face knowingly.

Eloise stared at his lips. "I'm really good."

"Do you want something?" he asked, almost teasingly.

"Yes," she breathed, locking eyes with him.

His eyebrows raised, he acted surprised. "Something from the bar?"

her eyes went back to his lips and she shook her head.

He smiled at her and tilted his head, feigning ignorance. "What, then?"

She had to focus in order to speak, in order to move her tongue properly. "Something from my room."

"Oh, your room," he teased. He finished his whiskey and leaned into the bartender to close their tabs despite her insisting that she pay with the company card. When his friendly attention dropped away from her, her heart started pounding again. All she ever wanted was to fuck him, it's all she did all day in the fictional world they'd created. But this was real. He was really leaning against the bartop beside her. she could really see the pull of the fabric of his dress shirt between his strong shoulder blades. she could really swallow his cum in just a few minutes...if she told him to give it to her.

Her mouth watered.

He turned to her casually and popped a mint into his mouth and smiled at her adorably. "C'mon, let's get you that something, then."

Phillip tilted his elbow at her and she obediently took his arm again. He walked her to the elevators and her fingers eagerly caressed his upper arm, feeling his muscles and the warmth radiating through his clothes. The elevator doors opened and they were met with a crowd of people getting off into the lobby, some towing suitcases. A small crowd had formed behind them and Phillip stopped her at the last second from boarding the freight. "We'll get the next one," he said quietly. He was nonchalantly chewing on his mint, watching the lights above the different elevators when he looked over at her and winked.

Eloise could have sworn she felt her soul momentarily leave her body.

Soon enough, he pulled her into an empty elevator and calmly pressed the button for her floor.

The elevator made that first jolt to pull upwards and he turned to her. He held her waist with both hands and leaned backwards slightly to brace his upper back against the mirrored wall of the elevator. He pulled her against his perfect body and started to kiss her again. This time he was the one kissing her deeply, passionately. Romantically, even. And his hips were rocking ever so slightly back and forth. He was real. she moaned into his mouth, holding both his shoulders in desperation to get closer to him. His tongue tasted like mint. she sucked on it and then he moaned back, in a boyish, deep way that made part of her body lose control.

Every sound he made turned her on.

His hands slid down from her waist to her hips to push her against his movement. He was stiff through his black dress pants and just knowing this made her moan into his pretty mouth a second time. He groaned almost angrily and moved his mouth from hers to her neck and bit down. "Fuck, El. I want you," he whispered roughly. her back arched and she moaned just at the words.

She wanted him to take her. She wanted to be his. He was taking control of part of her brain and she had to deliberately reach beyond his grasp to gain access to her body again. When she did, her hands went to his throat. her fingers wrapped around the sides of his neck. His skin was hot and smooth. her thumbs slid up and down on the front of his throat. she felt his Adam's apple and pressed down slightly. His neck stretched in response. His eyes locked on hers and his hands loosened their grip on her hips, a sign he was losing control over her. she squeezed the front of his throat and smiled at the dramatic helplessness that came over his handsome features. "You'll have me," she told him.

A shaky sigh escaped him.

Then, the doors opened and they were on her floor. she took his hand, interlocking their fingers, and led him down the hall. Phillip’s hand was holding hers firmly.

The nervousness that had flooded her the first time she had unlocked her room was gone now with him beside her.

Phillip allowed her to walk in first as an excuse to push the door closed and locked. She turned on the soft lit lamp by the bed.The east wall now appeared to be a dark mirror rather than a window due to nightfall.

He threw his jacket down and pushed her against the wall, kissing her again. He groaned at the movement of her lips. She grabbed his tie and pulled him closer and brought her lips to his neck. He sighed shakily again and she noticed he was taking off his shoes.

She bit his neck and he groaned low in his throat with frustration. He pushed her back and picked her up roughly, carrying her a few feet and threw her onto the bed almost angrily. He was so strong and the show of strength made her grin. He didn't return the smile and looked at her with deep desperation instead.

He crawled across the large bed and grabbed her ankles and pulled her toward him. as he stood on his knees. When he went to grab her hips she pressed one of her heels into his chest to stop him. He froze looking down at her foot. When his eyes traveled back up to her she was already moving to get on her knees to match his stance on the bed. She took both of his hands and put them on her waist, ready to smack them if they moved out of place. Then, she took the circular charm that was hanging from the zipper at the centre of her cleavage. With a light pull, she moved the zipper down to open the dress. His eyes were locked on her tits as the fabric loosened around them, allowing them to bounce back into place on either side of her chest, the seam of the zipper still pressing into her skin and accentuating the round perkiness of her breasts.

She zipped her dress down to her abdomen and stopped a little below her navel.

He was so hard, bulging out against his trousers just like she had seen in all of his dirty pictures. She struggled to keep control of herself.

she held the back of Phillip's head and pushed it down to where the circular charm was dangling off the zipper. Obediently, he opened his mouth and took the charm in his teeth and pulled it all down. her dress split apart with the undoing of the zipper at her mid-thighs. Underneath were her bare tits and her satin panties. She also wore a lacy garter belt that held up her thigh high stockings. He was such a good boy even right away, his lips moving right to her exposed thigh once her dress was completely open.

His warm lips moved over her skin lovingly, wantonly. His tongue slid out and licked the inside of her thigh. His tongue slid upward with eagerness and his face pushed into her satin-covered pussy. His nose was pressing straight into her clit and his tongue was wetly teasing the opening of her pussy lips, blocked only by fabric. His confidence and attitude was one thing, the sure movements of his tongue were another. The two combined were making her brain dead.

she moaned loudly and held his head as he lay on his elbows eating her out with her panties still on. He was no amateur. His tongue never lifted from her skin, he wasn't wasting time with darting motions or trying to spell the alphabet with his tongue. Instead his tongue moved in consistent backward and forward motions over her clit, his nose pushing her skin to expose it against the satin.

she groaned, refusing to fall back despite the shaking of her legs. She wanted dominance over him as long as she could have it. It made her feel so powerful because she knew he could destroy her at any moment.

He also refused to stop. The seconds went on and it became clear he was pressing his mouth to her pussy to swallow her cum and not to impress her. His eyes remained closed peacefully, with his brow furrowed in concentration. His tongue continued to slide sexily on the front of her slit. His lower lip was rubbing her as his jaw moved.

He wasn't going to stop.

This is what finally caused her to fall on her back and keep her legs spread for him. she needed to cum. she pulled his head into her as she laid back. He moved obediently with her and pulled her panties down.

she watched his face when he saw her bare pussy in front of him for the first time. He made a small noise, if it was a word it was too quiet for her to make out what it was. Then, he pushed his sweet face into her slit and she felt his lips and tongue moving to kiss and taste.

The beginnings of her first orgasm started there. They built as his lips found their rhythm against her completely soaked pussy lips. They were puffy and pink from being rubbed for so long. She could feel pleasure mounting just under the skin and she locked her ankles together around his upper back, squeezing his head with her thighs and rocking her hips against his perfect tongue. Phillip grabbed her hips and continued to eat her, his eyes closed in satisfaction. That's when the orgasm broke. she'd never cum so hard before.

She pushed her hips into him hard, so hard she half worried maybe she would break his nose. her hands that had been pulling his head and hair lost their grip and waved involuntarily. she managed to clutch the sheets as her body moved violently. her back arched and an incredibly loud groan and cry escaped her. her shoulders lifted off the bed and she crashed back down after it peaked.

The orgasm continued in smaller waves after that. Phillip kept his face in her slit, shaking his head back and forth to fill his mouth with her cum and then wiggle his tongue all the way up to the top of her slit to catch it all. He finally released her clit from constant stimulation and a pained moan escaped her when his tongue parted from her skin.

She tried to catch her breath but he was already on top of her. He kissed her mouth passionately, letting her accept his tongue. Now it tasted like her and she couldn't stop sucking on it. He bit her lower lip and she moaned at his aggressiveness. she had just come but she still wanted him so badly.

It made her question if she'd ever be satisfied.

His beautiful face moved from her lips to her neck, where he began to slowly kiss and drag his tongue along the length of her throat. she moaned louder, her hands rushing down to his back. her nails scratching his back up and down. She felt his strong hand reach up and hold her throat while his tongue and lips found her ear.

The thoughtful, commanding grasp he had on her made her head drop onto the bed helplessly. He was too fucking good. He sighed in her ear. "You came so hard."

She struggled to speak. "You made me." The last words were almost just a gasp as he breathed in her ear and kissed the skin beside it. His hot tongue touched her skin there. "Fuck," she moaned.

her hands excitedly moved from his back to his front and she attempted to undo the buttons of his dress shirt. She needed his clothes off. Now.

His lips suddenly stopped and he pushed her hand away from his shirt. "Hands down," he commanded, right in her ear.

she huffed, trying to undress him still.

His hand flew to her throat and pinned her to the bed harshly. "Down," he said in a warning voice.

His face was inches from hers. She looked into his deep eyes and smiled, biting her lower lip and attempting to unbutton his shirt again.

His hand quickly left her throat and slapped her face. "Bad girl," he said in a low voice. He held her throat again and she smiled up at him again, loving the mounting anger in his mannerisms.

"I'm going to fuck that little mouth if you smile like that," he warned.

In response Eloise stuck out her long tongue and opened her mouth wide for him.

Phillip slapped her again and she just giggled.

"Fuck," he whispered. He grabbed her hand and knelt on it to keep it in place, sitting up. He went back to choking her while he untied his tie one-handed. Then he quickly undid the buttons on his shirt for her from bottom to top. He slid the dress shirt off and pulled off his undershirt, releasing her throat for a moment to do so.

she had one free hand, her other was still pinned by his knee. her free palm attempted to reach out to rub his bare skin but he grabbed it quickly and held it down on the bed. His head dipped down beneath her shoulders, biting and kissing their way to her tits. He grunted with pure lust when his face pressed into the softness of her breast. He bit into her skin and made her cry out.

He balmed the bite with a kiss, then his tongue, then another kiss. His eyes glanced up at her under his handsome brow. For a second she was caught up in the realisation that it was really him, her Phillip, who was doing this to her. And he was the most beautiful thing in the world to her.

Eloise was in ecstasy and he must have seen that. He broke eye contact with her and instead took her nipple into his mouth and sucked softly at first and then harder as her body started to writhe. she was crying out from the sensitive part of herself being so deep in his moving mouth, her eyes were rolled back but she didn't cry for him to stop. Instead she was just crying out in unintelligible words.

He released her wrist and rubbed her side down to her pussy again. He expertly slid two of his fingers against her wet opening and gently eased inside of her. Then, with his downward facing palm still pressed against her pubic bone and clit he began to rub her in quick short motions, his fingers curled.

He was going to make her cum a second time and he knew it. His other hand came off her throat and covered her mouth as he began to finger fuck her deeply, pressing his two fingers into her G-spot and pressing rapidly.

Eloise let herself scream as loudly as she needed to against his hand. The way he was fucking her was unbearable. she made a pathetic face at him, trying to tell him just with her eyes how it made her feel. He looked back with a content calmness that had her so wet that she could hear his hand slapping sloppily against her. She loved the way he held her mouth.

Eloise loved the colour of his beautiful eyes, the shape of his jaw, his hair, his cheekbones. Everything about the man right in front of her was adding to the intensity of the orgasm that was about to crash over her.

When it finally did, her upper back left the bed again. He was able to keep a firm palm over her mouth as she cried out loudly in the midst of her climax. her legs shook as if she was being electrocuted. her breathing stopped. her hips pushed on their own accord to fuck his fingers as deep as she possibly could.

The waves of the orgasm climbed impossibly high over her consciousness. By the time she laid back down on the bed it was like she was swimming within her own human body. she felt disconnected from the physical world, she felt like a soul in bliss floating above a body.

Phillip let her catch her breath by sitting up next to her shirtless using one hand to rub her body and rubbing and pulling at the perfect bulge in his pants with the other hand. His eyes were studying her with admiration despite all her flaws.

She felt a swell of pride because of him. He was so handsome, he could have any girl he wanted. Yet here he was, pleasing her into an orgasm twice before any pleasure of his own.

She loved him for that. She studied his pretty neck as it twitched with his racing pulse and thought tender thoughts while she remembered how to breathe.

Once she had her strength back she reached down and undid the clasps on her garters that were holding her stockings and slid off her garter belt. she held out either leg for Phillip to take her stockings off. With each one he laid his full lips against her smooth, soft skin, as if he was worshipping her legs. His lips felt amazingly loving and soft in contrast to the scaly fabric of the stockings. she sighed happily at him and sat up, finally completely naked, and pressed her hand to his bare chest to push him down. she unbuckled his belt and he lifted his hips off the bed so she could slide it off for him. That motion was so incredibly sexy, it made her smile.

"What?" Phillip asked, smiling crookedly himself.

"You're so perfect," Eloise answered.

She quickly unbuttoned his trousers and unzipped them so she could slide his pants off his perfect legs. With another quick motion she stripped him of his boxers. He inhaled sharply in response.

It was like unwrapping candy.

His cock was hard and bobbed in place once the fabric of his boxers were pulled down. The head was a pleasant deep pink color, like a starburst or a bubblegum lollipop.

She laid herself between his legs, and reached behind her to pull his feet onto her lower back so that he could squeeze her with his thighs. With both hands she took his dick's length and began to rub up and down, watching that pretty candy tip for a drop of precum.

It didn't come but Phillip's head dropped back and he moaned at the instance of being touched that way. In response she opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the head of his cock and suckled there, as if she was trying to drink from him. She released him after a few long, hard sucks and let her tongue swirl around him.

His mouth opened and he let out a long groan. His hands were over his face, as if he were trying to concentrate.

"Aaaaah," she let her tongue hang out and she rubbed it against the vein on the underside of his mushroom tip. He reacted to that sound with a quick thrust of his hips. He groaned again into his hands.

"Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhn," she whimpered with her tongue sticking out. she licked him like the piece of candy he was. His hips bucked again. Finally, a sticky drop of precum had formed on the very tip of his dick and she happily took it with her lips and licked it into her mouth, swallowing it. She smiled again.

She was happy that now she knew what Phillip tasted like. her delicious Phillip. she wrapped her lips around the tip of his head and slid downward, sucking to make sure she got all the precum.

Suddenly, Phillip's strong hands were on the back of her neck. Instinctively she relaxed her throat. And good thing she did. His hands pushed her head all the way down so that she was taking his cock balls-deep into her throat. His shaft was entirely in her mouth, meaning her lips were pressing against the skin between his hips. Phillip moaned at this. she could only imagine how it felt. she looked up at him from her awkward mouthful position and watched his face wash over with happiness. Phillip began to hold her head to guide her in the process of pulling his length in and out of her mouth. Sometimes they went all the way down the the head, other times they fucked the base of his shaft with her lips while she squeezed her throat around his head. He was leaking cum down her throat and moaning each time a drop escaped him.

Phillip pushed her balls-deep against him once again and she struggled to stick out her tongue past her lower lip to lick at his balls. This time she gagged loudly as his hardened length was bulging in her throat. She struggled to breathe around him. He moaned at these sounds, his fingers spreading through her hair.

The motion of his fingers made her wet and the feeling of his dick in her mouth was too much for her to handle. she moaned with her mouth closed, letting the sound vibrate his dick in her throat, letting it be her own response to gagging. Phillip gasped in the middle of a moan and pulled quickly out of her mouth. He was covered in sticky drool. Coated in it. A string of messy spit connected them when he pulled out. Eventually it broke and splattered all over her chin.

He squeezed his eyes closed and she smiled at him. "You're not allowed to cum yet and you know that," she said in a velvety voice. He groaned in his deep, masculine voice before opening his eyes and looking at her face again.

"Fuck," he growled.

He turned her around roughly so that her ass was up in the air facing him and he plunged his thick length into her wet pussy.

It all happened so fast. One second she was in control and the next she was being fucked like the horny slut she was.

Her tongue slid out of her mouth and stayed out as her body was pushed up and down against the bed as he fucked her deeply. He grabbed her wrists behind her back and held them together.

"You want it, don't you?" Phillip asked breathily.

"I want it," Eloise struggled to say.

"Tell me, 'I want it daddy'," he growled. she giggled, teasing him. He smacked her ass angrily and reached forward with his free hand and pulled her hair back as he was pounding into her from the back. "Say it," he snarled. she groaned in pain initially and then smiled and giggled again.

"Tell me that you're daddy's girl," he threatened. He let go of her wrists to slap her face playfully as he pulled her hair.

This finally broke her grin.

"Daddy," she sighed. "I'm your girl."

"Fuck," he grunted. He let go of her in order to hold both sides of her hips with a painfully hard grip. Once holding her, he began to fuck her harder than she've ever had any man fuck her before. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck," he grunted in between sexy moans.

She let one of her hands grasp the bedsheets for stability, she brought the other hand up to her face to bite and suck her thumb as he fucked her. She wanted to feel his dick twitch. she wanted the warm pumps of cum to overflow from her.

Unexpectedly one of his hands released her hip and reached underneath us to rub her clit as he fucked her. Immediately she moaned and this made him growl under his breath. "You want to cum again, babygirl?" he asked.

Eloise moaned pathetically in response, unable to control the sounds coming from her throat.

"Ohhh," he answered as if he was pitying her. "Poor babygirl."

She moaned again.

His hand never stopped rubbing and his hips continued to move to force his dick in and out of her the way he wanted. His other hand left her hip to squeeze her ass. He spanked her occasionally and then began to slowly finger her ass with his thumb while his other fingers grasped her ass to spread it.

The ecstasy was too much. she felt the orgasm begin to roll over her once she realized he was rubbing her clit, fucking her, and playing with her ass all at once. It was fucking sensational.

She moaned loudly and her hips pushed backwards into him against her will. This forced both his dick and his thumb to slide all the way inside her.

She cried out. "Cum in me, daddy."

All of this was too much for him. His hand could barely continue the motion of rubbing the orgasm from her clit as he began to cum. His dick pulsed furiously inside her. she could feel each motion, as could he. He came over and over, those familiar pumps filling her up. she felt his hot cum dripping from her despite him still being deep inside her. He stayed inside her until his moans and gasps stopped. She loved how it felt.

Then, he slowly pulled out and groaned at the sight and feeling of the mess they had made together.

Phillip turned her over and held her to his chest, laying on the bed with her trying to find their breath.

Once she found hers, she started kissing his chest and holding him close to her. She couldn't wait for more, knowing in her heart, that this was it. She had finally found what she had been looking for.

[silverhallow]

Rooftop Rendezvous

pairing: Eloise Bridgerton x Phillip Crane

summary: Eloise and Phillip have a little date night and sneak up to the roof for a little bit of fun

warnings: pure smut, public sex, anal play, oral sex (both M to F and F to M)

word count: 2774 words

author's note: previously on AO3, for @sirphillipcranestanaccount

Eloise absently swirled the ice cube along the bottom of her scotch glass. It glided smoothly along the surface, a mesmerising, repetitive dance.

"Are you game?" Phillip's voice broke through her trance.

her wrist stops, but the ice keeps moving. she stared at the table, attempting to jumpstart her brain into remembering what was just said to her. she glanced up and smiled sheepishly at Phillip. "Ummm, I might've zoned out."

He just looked at her, eyes sparkling with amusement. "I noticed. You wanna get out of here?"

She straightened up and glanced around. "Where'd our waiter go?"

"Why?"

She looked at him, confused. "So we can pay?"

He stands. "You were more out of it than I thought. Jesus, Eloise."

She followed suit and grabbed her purse. "Shit. Are you serious? I swear I didn't even notice him come by."

He shook his head and took her hand. "Come on, idiot. Time for some spontaneity."

We walked out of the hotel's 4-star restaurant and down a hallway. They eventually found an elevator tucked away in the corner of the building. When they get in, Phillip swipes a card and presses the button labelled "RG."

her eyes light up. "I thought the roof was limited access." Phillip waves the keycard in her face. She snatched it from him and read the name. "You stole a janitor's keycard?"

Phillip's jaw drops in feigned indignation. "Wow, first of all, he's a utility worker, and second," Phillip reaches out for the key card, his body pressing against hers as he does so. "I didn't steal it. Some people just find me highly persuasive."

her hands have instinctively wrapped around his waist, and Phillip leans down to kiss the top of her forehead. "Oh yeah?" her voice has dropped to almost a whisper. The elevator doors open with a ding.

"Yeah," he says, pulling away from her and drawing her out of the elevator. We're in a small maintenance shed. Potted plants and white bags of soil line the wall. A bucket in the corner holds various trowels, shovels, and hoes.

"Damn, some view. Worth it."

Phillip rolled his eyes at her and continued through the small room. There was a door on the opposing side, which he opened without unlocking. He placed a small block against the frame to catch the door and gestured for her to take the lead.

She stepped out of the dimly lit shed into a rooftop garden. In the moonlight, she made out small trees dotting the landscape around her, and there was a little wooden bench less than ten feet from where she was standing. She took a few steps down the stone walkway, trying to get a better look at the handiwork, when thousands of fairy lights turned on.

she gasped. "Oh my god!" Eloise's hands covered her mouth as she took in the view. The tiniest lights rest in the branches of the small trees, causing the green leaves to glow gold and casting a maze of shadows on the ground beneath them. Swatches of lush grass were framed by winding garden pathways, and dozens of flowering bushes, seemingly all in full bloom, cover the roof.

she heard Phillip come up behind her, and she felt his hands wrap around her waist. He kisses the top of her head. "It's beautiful," she whispered.

"I thought you'd like it." He kissed her neck, and she leaned into him.

"You're sure we won't get caught?"

"Shhh." His breath was hot on her neck, and she felt her body heat up in response. she turned to face him, wrapping her arms around his neck. her lips found his, and she kissed him slowly and deeply. His hands slid down her waist, wrapping around to grip her ass as his tongue gently traced her lower lip.

She pulled her body flush against his, standing on her tip-toes, dying to be as close to him as physically possible. He responded in turn by tightening his grip on her ass, fingers kneading into the firm flesh. she bit his lip and let out a long exhale. His mouth moved down to her neck, and she felt his hands wander up to the zipper of her dress.

The fog cleared from her brain as she pulled away from him. "We're on a roof."

He took a step toward her. "Mhmm."

"This is a public space."

"There's no one else up here." His hand was back on her waist.

"But if we get caught..."

"We're adults. We'll handle it. And besides," his right hand gently cupped the back of her neck. The gentle touch sent a shiver running down her spine. His breath felt hot against her lips. she smelt the scotch from dinner on his breath. He was so close. So gentle. It was driving her crazy. "Besides," he repeats. "I want you right now."

she released a groan of resignation as Phillip pulled her in for another deep kiss. His mouth was more earnest this time, his lips prying hers apart as he pressed his body against hers. she felt his erection pushing against her through layers of clothing.

His hands deftly unzipped her dress, and it fell unceremoniously to the ground. She stood in the open air, wearing nothing but a thong. A breeze brushed across her skin, and her nipples hardened, despite the summer weather. Phillip pulled away slightly to take in the view. His eyes were hazy with desire, and she felt blood rush to her cunt as she watched him look at her. "Goddamn," he breathed.

She closed the space between them, pushing him back toward the wooden bench. When he sat down, she climbed on top of him. She took his face in her hands and kissed him fiercely. She bit his lip and ground against his cock, making him even harder. His breathing grew shallow as she undid the buttons on his shirt and massaged the skin of his neck with her mouth. As her fingers grazed his waistband, she nipped at his earlobe. "I want you inside me," she whispered. "I want to ride you in the middle of this garden. I want to make you moan my name."

Phillip leaned forward, wriggling his arms out of the shirt, then grabbing her waist assertively. He placed his mouth on her right breast and began sucking the nipple. She tilted her head back and sighed. His teeth gently grazed the tender flesh, and then his tongue traced over the bite. her pussy was dripping. Phillip shifted so that she was directly on top of his cock. she felt him pressing up against her, his erection still inhibited by the dress pants he was wearing. "Shit," she breathed. The anticipation was torture. "Take off your pants."

She climbed off of Phillip, and he deftly slipped out of his shoes and his pants. He took a step toward her, wearing nothing but his boxers, but she placed a firm hand on his chest and pushed him back down onto the bench.

Maintaining eye contact with him, she reached for his boxers. she slid them off and got on her knees in front of him. Phillip watched as she took his firm cock in her hand and guided it toward her mouth. Holding his gaze, she slowly kissed the tip before running her tongue along his shaft. Phillip breathing grew ragged.

She stayed there for several long moments, gliding her tongue up and down his shaft, then swirling it around the tip. she continued to tease him, taking his balls one at a time in her mouth, sucking on them gently. When she brought her mouth back up to the head of his engorged member, she felt Phillip's fingers knot in her hair. He pushes her down onto his shaft, commanding her to blow him. her pussy throbs in arousal.

She pulled her head back, resisting him. He looked down at her, and she grinned mischievously up at him.

"What?" he asks.

"I told you. I want to ride you." she stood and took his hand in hers. "In the middle of the garden."

As she searched for the right spot, she imagined what they look like, walking through the rooftop garden of a luxury hotel, hand in hand, wearing nothing but their underwear. she couldn’t decide if it's an image of confidence or a total shredding of dignity. Maybe both.

she felt Phillip tug her hand, and she followed his lead to an impossibly soft patch of grass. "Here?" he asked.

she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Up to you," she said. "You're the one who'll be on their back."

He kissed her, and she pulled him down toward the ground. The grass brushed against her skin, cooler than the air. Phillip leaned her back and kissed her neck.

"I said-" he cut her off with a kiss.

"Shhh," he whispered against her lips. He bit her earlobe. "I have to make sure you're warmed up."

she snorted in amusement. she felt the dampness between her legs, her body longing to be ravished. He raised his eyebrows. "Go ahead," she laughed.

Phillip hooked his fingers in the thong and slid it down her legs. He left a warm trail of kisses along her thigh, and her legs butterfly open. Grass brushed against her ass, and she briefly wondered how sanitary fucking on the ground was. Then she felt Phillip's hand on her breast and his mouth on her clit, and the thought rushed out of her mind.

Phillip's tongue flicked back and forth, sending more blood coursing to the already aroused area. His left hand massaged her breast and his right gripped her ass. She closed her eyes and focused on the sensation of his tongue as it alternated between a circling and a flicking motion. He then ran his tongue along the lips of her pussy, applying more pressure and licking up some of the juice flowing from her body.

His hand left her breast, and his grip on her hips strengthened. she felt his fingers digging into her skin as he licked her soaked pussy with new fervour.

"Oh god," she moaned. she felt her back arch as Phillip's tongue slipped inside her. His tongue flicked in and out of her entrance, and her fingers pulled up tufts of grass as her body reacted to his touch. her eyes flew open, and she gasped with pleasure when Phillip slowly slipped two fingers inside her. He worked them back and forth slowly, his mouth still tending to her clit.

She was suddenly aware of the skyscrapers. All around them, tall buildings were dotted with lights from people working late nights. She wondered if any of them would see them

"Faster," she whispered.

Phillip maintained the same steady speed. She continued to look at the windows, trying to catch the silhouette of a voyeur. "Faster!" she insisted.

Phillip removed his fingers from inside her and pulled himself on top of her. She realised her breathing was ragged. "You wanted to be on top?" he asked, looking amused.

Eloise shoved him off of her and onto his back. she swiftly pulled his boxers off, tossing them aside, fully freeing his erection. Phillip's hands found her waist as she straddled him. Slowly, she slid herself onto his thick cock. She was so wet that he easily slipped inside her, despite her tightness. She heard him sigh as she began to slowly ride him, lifting her body up and down his shaft.

"Do you think they're watching?" she said.

"Who?"

She tilted her head at the skyscrapers.

"The executive fucking his secretary?" he responded cynically.

she bit her lip and nodded, slowly increasing her speed.

"Do you want them to be?"

she nodded again, and she rode his dick even faster. They had reached a steady pace with Phillip's hips thrusting up to meet her riding motion. His hands were firm on her waist, and he held her gaze. She focused on the feeling of his cock inside her, and she tightened her cunt around him in an outward motion. Phillip's head fell back into the grass, and his eyes fell shut.

"Then they're watching us," he breathed. "They're watching you ride me..." his voice trails off. He looked back up at her, his thrusts growing deeper. His breathing was shallow, and she could see he was getting close. "Shit..."

she smiled. "Can you hold off?"

He groaned, and his head fell back onto the soft earth. she pulled herself off of him. "What?" he exclaimed. "I was going to wait."

She leaned down and kissed him. "I wanted to finish first." Phillip's hands were still firmly on her waist as she moved her body up along his torso. As soon as her pussy was within reach, his tongue flicked up to her clit. she sighed as she braced her thighs, holding herself over his mouth.

"So wet," he murmured between licks. Phillip's hand reached around her ass, and she felt him toying with her rear entrance. His index finger applied gentle pressure, and she released a long groan.

He applies a bit more pressure, and his tongue moves inside her cunt. she felt her body rocking back and forth, imitating a fucking motion. "Don't stop," she gasped.

she tilted her head back, opening her eyes to gaze at the night sky. The stars were masked by city light, but the moon shines white and brilliant. Phillip pushed the tip of his finger into her asshole, and an involuntary whine of pleasure fell from her lips.

And suddenly, she was on her back. Phillip shoves her down, putting his weight on top of her. "I'm not waiting any longer," he growled.

He thrusted his cock into her, and her back arched violently. her hands clawed at his back as he pushed himself deep inside her. "Oh god, yes," she moaned.

In and out, each thrust felt harder than the last. her eyes drifted over to the skyscrapers again. She imagined a powerful executive watching them, her eyes on her face as she climaxed, her hair framing her features. She fingered herself as she watched them, manicured hands toying with a dripping pussy.

And in another window, she imagined someone screwing his secretary. How he had her bent over, facing the city. They both had their eyes on them as he fucked her from behind. His balls slapped against her as he drove his cock inside her, aggressive and fast. Pent up frustration released on her delicate frame.

A cry of ecstasy fell from her lips as she felt a warmth growing in her stomach. "Phillip!" Eloise screamed. "I'm- Oh god." She briefly met Phillip's gaze as she began to climax. His eyes were glossed over with lust. He continued to pound into her as her body contracts. her toes curled and her thighs tightened, gripping his body between her legs. She heard Phillip groan as her pussy contracted around his cock. Over and over again.

Another grunt, and she felt Phillip filling her with his cum. His thrusts slowed as ropes of his warm semen shoot inside her. The feeling sent another ripple of pleasure through her body, and she heard herself saying his name over and over again. her heart was pounding violently, and her fingers clawed down his back. She couldn’t remember the last time she came this hard.

"Uhhh," she groaned, wanting it to stop, while simultaneously hoping it would never end. Phillip stopped thrusting, and he kissed her breasts as her orgasm subsided.

When she finished, her legs collapsed into the soft earth. "Well fuck," I mutter.

Phillip kissed her cheek. "I'm so good at that."

"What? Sex?"

He nodded. "Apparently."

she rolled her eyes. "Glad you're pleased with yourself."

He buried his face in her hair. "Mhmm."

"Should we put our clothes on?" she asked, staring up at the sky.

His voice is still muffled against her hair and her neck when he responds. "Probably." Still, they don't get up right away. They lay there curled against each other, basking in their post-orgasm euphoria.

[silverhallow]

I’ve got the first 5 days of Smutmas written 😆😆😆 day 6is a WIP

[silverhallow]

💻 Stories reposted from ao3

In person - Philoise Smut

Only Fools Rush In - Benophie Smut

Control - Philoise Smut

Rooftop Rendezvous - Philoise Smut

A shot to the heart - Benophie smut

Best laid plans - Kanthony smut

Fortune Fool’s Masterlist

[silverhallow]

Ultimate laziness…

This is my entry from day two of Philoise week… because if I had realised it was day two id have saved jt because it’s perfect for it…

Language of Flowers:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/38563218

[silverhallow]

If you’re not sick of Philoise can we get some “Come on, you have to work for it.” with Eloise in charge? 👀👀👀

I will never tire of writing Philoise, they deserve more love in this fandom and I am more than happy to oblige.

Eloise gives Phillip a night to remember...

[silverhallow]

Eloise and Phillip having a little date night and sneak up onto the rooftop for a little cheeky rendezvous...

Do I need to say anything else?

for my lovely @sirphillipcranestanaccount