#also this could be other way around and maybe lucy was the one helping buck delivering the baby

[cassatelle]

9 months into their breakup, 118 is called to help an emergency labor. buck is getting so suspicious because why are they driving to tommy's neighborhood. wait, no, why are they stopped in front of tommy's house?! who would be possibly pregnant in tommy's house?!

they're trying to stay professional, quickly jump out of the truck and barging into the house. turns out tommy's neighbor was the one called 911, she was so scared when she heard tommy's groan. and tommy, now belly so big buck barely recognizes, lying down on his couch catching his breath. buck starts to count the months inside his head.

though still super confused, buck insists that he will be present. he tells bobby, his kid or not, he wants to be there with tommy.

buck ends up staying next to tommy, holding his hand and whispering encouragements into tommy's ear throughout the delivery. he kisses tommy's temple once the baby's here, crying with him, crying with them.

"she's a loud crier like her dads, huh?" chim says before he hands her to him. buck doesn't catch the vague reference of him in chim's sentence, everything aside of the baby in his arms is blur right now.

and, oh, buck feels like he's staring in the looking glass—she has a curly blonde hair, round bullet nose, two small blobs of red on top of her left eyes, and when she opens her eyes, they are the clearest and brightest blue he ever seen.

and then she reaches his face with her tiny little hands. and buck cries again.

[valenschmidt]

Let’s not spread false information - it’s never been said it WAS supposed to be Tommy & Eddie. It was said it was a possibility, not a guarantee, but it quickly fell through.

Then Tim revisited the idea of bisexual Buck that got shot down (by Fox, I assume cause, well, Fox) and he then made the effort to specifically get Lou, because he is fond of him and yes there would be no need to introduce a brand new character and thus Tim started writing his lil romcom as he calls it.

Well if you wanna get technical let's get technical...

Tim Minear confirmed that he wanted Lucy in the very beginning but since Arielle was not available THAT LEFT TOMMY. So no, he didn't get Tommy because he was revisiting the idea of bi Buck. It was the other way around. BECAUSE Lou was available and Arielle wasn't, Tim decided to revisit the idea he had had during s4.

So no... He didn't make the effort. Lou just was available and Tim didn't want to introduce a new character to explore Buck's sexuality and therefore Tommy

They even let us know in the show that Hen requested for Lucy and Tommy just happened to be there

And then he had to choose... Ryan himself confirmed during my previously mentioned podcast interview that he didn't know to which one of them that storyline was gonna go so yes it was a "possibility" but it went to Buck because Tim (and maybe Ryan) didn't believe that it was a storyline that fit Eddie so Tim went to Oliver instead. Oliver also confirmed that he was approached with the Tommy idea in the early days of preparing either eps 2 or 3 so it was something that was decided as they were filming so Tommy definitely wasn't the original plan

It was ALSO confirmed yes that the main reason Tommy was chosen to be Buck's first male love interest is because Tim didn't want to introduce a new character which doesn't go into bt favor since Tommy's place could literally be filled by any other man

So yes Tim chose him but trust me when I say he's no Endgame. Especially after all the trouble bt have been causing. Tim called it an entry relationship and yes Tommy is important to Buck because he's his first boyfriend. But there are no wedding bells in the horizon...

ALSO LET ME ADD! Thanks to the lovely @/fiooredimaggioo on Twitter that Buck was supposed to have a big storyline involving Natalia and their break up that was gonna go throughout s7 but because Natalia's actress wasn't available this was scrapped

And as we've been able to see in canon... there is nothing tender and positive about their relationship because Tommy doesn't actually listen to Buck or understand him. So yes... bucktommy is canon now but with the way he's been excluded from every promo/bts/content since they started filming (even though we all know he's coming back) well that doesn't sound good, does it???

AND because I'm petty I'm gonna add this. During the days previous to S7 Tim kept posting buddie stills on his Facebook account (the first one he ever posted was of Eddie himself)

Clearly you can tell Tim has a favorite right??? And I shouldn't even bring up the first still of s8 he posted just a couple of days ago...

Oliver liked a couple of bucktommy posts yes but after 7x04 he never liked a bucktommy post again and just kept liking and posting buddie content

And to finalize...

The ONLY post he liked post 7x10 was a buddie one so... if Oliver himself had to choose Buck's Endgame well the choice is pretty clear

Hoped this helped...

[matan4il]

Buddie 617 meta

I’m gonna be honest here, this was one of the funniest 911 eps to me. I loved how this ep showed us both Buck and Eddie completely sucking at dating. It was very obvious in Buck’s case, what with each attempt to have quality time with Natalia being ruined by one of his past decisions, but then when he called out Eddie for also sucking at it, Buck wasn’t wrong. Eddie’s attempts seem half-hearted at best. First off, if he really wanted to date, then Tia Pepa’s help and dating apps are actually not that awful as options. Magic might happen there as well. The right person could even stand out more against a sea of not so great choices, turning the dreary experience into a colorful, magical one. But even when Eddie tries on his own, his attempts are LAME. Seriously, there are pastime activities that offer way more potential to start a conversation, and maybe a romance, than the ones Eddie chose. Not only that, these are not his actual hobbies, where he knows he’ll find someone who likes the same thing he does (the way he shares so much with one tall firefighter that we’re all thinking of right now. Eddie’s also being dumb about wanting it to “just happen” as if that’s not exactly what he got with buck. Also, just a friendly reminder that Buddie have been dating for almost 5 years, and they are GREAT at it when it’s with each other).

On top of that, we for real got a guy checking Eddie out (hi, hello, should I start a collection of him checking and being checked out by guys?) as well as him witnessing a woman he was looking at being embraced by another one. Why the hints at being surrounded by queer people? Your guess is as good as mine, but I’m here for it no matter what. ;D Now, I’ve talked before about the ongoing theme of Buddie’s dating life being intertwined in terms of when they start dating someone, or of why they break up, but now in addition to them dating at the same time, we also see them simultaneously sucking at it? Yeah, that takes the connectedness of their dating life up a notch. ~~

Which brings me to one line that grabbed my attention in this ep. THE line that offers the explicit resolution for the most important romantic plot here is the one from Gina, the insurance lady, to Chimney, about not regretting the attempt. Yes, even when the result is bad. That’s what Madney will embrace. One of the biggest obstacles to Buck and Eddie, besides their obliviousness, is the fear of ruining the good thing they have by attempting to take it to the next level. But here we have Chimney being reminded by Gina that it’s worth it, to try. Because the good thing you can have, if it works out? Is worth it. And you never have to live with the “what if” of it all. Now look at Buck and Eddie being once more adorable morons together on the job! Imagine the moment when they stop running around and let themselves try taking it to the next level, because they realize no matter what the result will be, they would never regret the attempt. ~~

Speaking of Buddie paralleling one of the canon couples on the show who were acting lovey dovey in this ep, the way Bobby described what made him and Athena happen reminded me of Buddie connecting. In both cases, there’s an intense and upsetting call, after which one of our first responders turns to find support (Buddie promising to have each other’s back) and comfort (Eddie wants to go grab something to eat together) in the other one. ~~

I did not miss Taylor Kelly, and true to form, she was back because she’s advancing her career by exploiting her personal connection to Buck and the exposure to the 118 it provided her. I’m pretty sure this basically buries any option of any showrunner ever trying to re-set these two as a romance, since it echoed and reinforced Buck’s decision to break up with her. It WAS funny to see her and Lucy cockblock Buck (I do think Lucy’s tone with which she spoke of their past also closes the door on anyone ever trying to set her and Buck up as a serious couple), but what I found to be funniest is that Buck tells Natalia he was trying to figure out the perfect place for their date, and then he took her to the bar where he kissed Lucy. A bar reminiscent of the one where he hooked up with Taylor. Possibly a spot where he hooked with other women during his Buck 1.0 stage based on how it’s THE hang out place for the 118 and we know Buck had no issues hooking up anywhere back then. Natalia, hon. This is not a good sign for your r/s with him. ~~

Speaking of which, there’s an ex who didn’t come back in this ep, but her spirit loomed large over Buck and Natalia IMO, and that is Ali. The reason why she and Buck broke up after 218 is because at the end of the day, she couldn’t accept the choices he had made in his professional life (hoping he would move on from firefighting). In the same way, Natalia revealed in this ep that she can’t accept Buck’s choices in his personal life. A small reminder the only partner we’ve ever witnessed truly seeing and accepting Buck, in every aspect of his life, has been Eddie. ~~

Another funny thing about this (911 is a comedy, y’all) is how Natalia flees the second she comes across Kameron. I mean, this is in addition to the hilarity of the death doula’s first name connecting her to birth and to all things natal, yet she flees the second that she sees a pregnant lady. Because if this is Natalia’s reaction when it comes to a bio kid that Buck explicitly said he is not going to raise, what would she do once she realizes he co-parents a fully grown kid? (and a very sassy one, too. LBR, Natalia doesn’t stand a chance in a show down with either Diaz boy) ~~

Much like Natalia doesn’t seem like the right fit for Buck based on this ep (or based on 616), neither does Marisol. Can I point out the fact that Eddie’s disapproval in the last ep of Buck dating Natalia applies here, too? They both met these women on calls. Second, Eddie wanted it to happen naturally, which is why it’s so lame he tried through all sorts of activities that he’s not ACTUALLY into and wouldn’t continue doing past the initial stage of meeting someone else. And that holds true for Marisol as well. We saw that her brother and her are very into DYI, which I guess was meant to lay the groundwork for Eddie running into her in a DYI shop. But the thing is, Eddie himself isn’t into this! Sure, he can do it, because as a single dad he’s had to, but it’s not something we’ve ever seen him being passionate about. He’s only at this store because of Christopher’s project. And then once more, just like he steps away from Pepa’s help, dating apps and chooses the wost places for a chance romantic connection, he walks away from Marisol even when the whole scene plays out as if she’s the climax of his search throughout this whole ep. This might all hint that despite initial appearances, just like the people he came across while golfing and hiking wouldn’t be the right fit, Marisol wouldn’t be either. Even more importantly, just like Ana at first appeared like she would be perfect for Eddie in 312, starting out in a “it just happened” sort of way and with supposedly being fated because she happened to guess correctly that Eddie stands for Edmundo, this thing with Marisol might look in the moment like it’s exactly what he was looking for, but it will fizzle out as well.

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Just to help conclude this one. Also trying to write a post-apocalypse Buddie AU. Definitely different than yours, a lot darker and from an isolated, angst Buck POV. Hopefully I’ll finish it in this lifetime 😂😂😂😂

AH THANK YOU! And ooooh that sounds really good!

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 Maybe three or four years old. She has big, sad eyes that tug at Hen’s heartstrings, even before she knows anything about her. Something has happened to this child.

When Hen and Karen make their way outside to greet Shannon and Taylor, the girl is being held by Eddie. She must have been passed off to him so Shannon could greet her son. They’re hugging tightly, and Chris is chattering to her about everything that has happened since they last spoke. 

“Who’s this?” Karen asks, walking up to him to inspect the little girl.

Taylor turns to face her. She takes a sort of nervous breath. 

“This is Mara,” Taylor says. The little girl turns her head at the sound of her name, but doesn’t make a sound. “Lucy and Felisa found her and her mother travelling. Trying to get out of town. There was an accident, her mother was hurt…”

Hen can fill in the rest. 

“Poor angel,” Hen says gently. 

Karen runs a hand over the girl’s curls. “Oh, honey…”

Shannon straightens up, still hugging Chris to her. “We thought…”

“I mean, maybe you aren’t interested at all,” Taylor interjects. 

“Right, which would be totally fair,” Shannon says. “And we can keep her.”

“We can,” Taylor says. “Not that we have any other kids around.”

“You want us to take her in?” Eddie says. 

“Well, yeah,” Shannon admits. “Or, some of you. Any of you. Whatever works best.”

Hen and Karen exchange a look. 

“Shannon, I…” Eddie starts and trails off.

“Okay, we were being nice,” Taylor says. “We meant Hen and Karen.”

“Or anyone,” Shannon says diplomatically. “Hen and Karen just came to mind first. That’s all.”

Hen and Karen had always wanted more children. They’d talked about it before. And then… The world sort of took that dream from them. 

“She’d have a better life here,” Taylor says. “With all the kids and books. The beach right there. She’s so little. Maybe eventually she won’t even realize her life isn’t normal.”

That’s a good point. It’ll feel more like growing up on a commune than in the apocalypse. The other kids here will all remember the world before. At least parts of it, in the boys’ cases. Mara wouldn’t. Won’t. 

“I mean,” Karen says, taking a nervous breath. “We should talk to everyone. And to each other…”

“Yeah,” Hen nods. “We should.”

Even though they both know no one here will deny a sweet little orphaned girl a home. Half of them are parents, and the other half are Chimney and Buckleys. No way they’ll say no. 

So really, they just have to talk to each other. Maybe spend some time with Mara? But does it even matter how much time they spend with her? She’s just a baby, really. She needs a home. Just like Denny had needed a home. 

Oh, boy. Hen knows exactly what she wants. 

And from the look in Karen’s eyes, so does she. 

When Shannon and Taylor leave, the next afternoon, they don’t take Mara with them. It only takes Hen and Karen a few hours to fall in love. 

October 20th, 2018

Eddie sits on the beach, early in the morning. Not long after sunrise. Everything feels golden and hazy. Warm. Even if the air temperature is a bit cooler than Eddie would want it to be, in front of the water. 

He’s sitting on an old driftwood log, mug of homegrown peppermint tea in hand. He’s just sort of watching. Watching the boys play in the shallow water, splashing each other and laughing. Watching Buck work at the fishing nets. Eddie had offered to help, but he’d been helping Bobby with construction for a long time yesterday while Buck watched the cams, so he told Eddie to relax. Stay in bed even. Eddie hadn’t wanted to stay in bed. He is more than happy to sit here and watch. Getting to watch his son happy and free of fear, with friends his age? Getting to watch his very handsome boyfriend  with sea water glittering off his skin? Yeah. Who would pass up either of those things? 

It’s been going really well. Living here. Being with Buck. Giving Chris a stable place. He’s felt so much guilt for so long. And hey, he still does, a lot of the time. A month and a half doesn't change much internally. It’s a slow process. 

[miggydiaz]

An additional thought...

Even though Buddie still is my endgame, I am pretty sure I would've been more on board with EddieTommy than I am with BuckTommy in the short term.

Not to say I am anti BuckTommy because I'm truly not. I think in another time, they could be really good together. But honestly, I think Buck needs to not be in a relationship for a little while. It's been Abby, then Taylor, then Ali, then Taylor, then Lucy, then Taylor, then Natalia...

And one of Buck's biggest character traits is that he feels he needs to go above and beyond to make himself worthwhile of love and attention. He thinks that if he's not giving all of himself to someone/something, if he's not doing THE MOST, that he's expendable. IMO, I think Buck really needs to work on learning to love himself and accept that other people can love him for just being him, without him having to turn himself into whatever he thinks they need or risk life and limb to earn that love. And that's a journey you take on your own, with your therapist, with your chosen family and friends who have been there to love and support you... it's not something you figure out through romantic relationships.

Buck's issues with relationship aren't that he can't find someone who will love him and appreciate him for who he is. It's that Buck hasn't figured out how to love and appreciate himself first. And no romantic relationship is going to fix that. It could *help* him figure it out, especially if he's with someone who has bore witness to Buck's chronic low self-esteem and has always (although maybe not always as gently as he should) tried to dispel Buck of those notions... but in the end, that lesson has to be one that Buck learns on his own. Which I don't think he's ever going to do, especially if he keeps looking for love and acceptance from romantic partners to fill that void. I think EddieTommy would've worked better just because Eddie is at a different place in his journey than Buck is. Eddie's problem isn't feeling like he's not enough anymore. Once upon a time, it was (his conversation with Bobby after Shannon died and his devastation that before she died, she told him she wanted a divorce). But now, Eddie's issue is he keeps trying to recreate the same dynamic he had with Shannon because he thinks that's what is correct for him. He's romanticized a lot of his relationship with Shannon -- and I say that as someone who truly believes he loved her and was in love with her -- and he's trying to get back to that brief stint of time where the two of them and Chris were happy. And because that looks very specific to him, he's trying to find a woman who can slide into that place in his life. The one who makes him want to wrap his arms around her and his boy on Christmas morning, and makes his heart squeeze every time he looks at pictures of her.

But Eddie's trying to recreate something that never existed in the first place. Not in the way his brain has romanticized it anyway. Because underneath those feelings of wistful melancholy, he and Shannon still had real problems that they never worked through. Shannon knew that, which is why she asked for a divorce. But to Eddie, who was ready to re-propose to her, things were good again. If Shannon hadn't have died, I think Eddie would've realized that wasn't the case, but since she did die... he can just hold onto that idea of them. The one where things were good and could have eventually been perfect, just like things could be perfect again if only he could find a new Shannon.

He needs someone to shock him right out of that 'doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results is the definition of insanity' situation he keeps finding himself in, and you know who would've been really great for that? Tommy. Full on record scratch moment for him. Simply *because* Tommy is a man.

Now, do I think Eddie also has a notion that he's in love with his best friend? Yeah, I do. I just don't think he realizes that's what it is yet. Right now Buck is... Buck. The person who shows up for Eddie, and for Christopher, the person who dragged him to safety after being shot, the person who was there when he had his breakdown, the person he couldn't even look at when they were dying in the hospital because he cannot deal with that level of loss again. I think, somewhere in his mind, Eddie knows that Buck is MORE than just a best friend... he just doesn't have the vocabulary to really name what that thing is. Primarily because he's trapped in this very Catholic idea of what sex and family and romance should look like for himself.

Tommy would've been a safe person to jar him out of those notions -- that his family and his romantic life has to look this certain way because that's what it looked like before -- because Tommy already disrupts that thinking just by being a man. It forces Eddie to consider that maybe his ideas of what a perfect family for him should look like aren't the end all be all. And, if Eddie freaks out, or it doesn't work out, it doesn't hurt his friendship with Buck at all. It may, in fact, help Eddie figure out that while he's not going to have that kind of relationship with Tommy, he's already got that relationship he's been looking for... it's just with BUCK, who he never consciously considered as an option because Buck is a man. I know there's no going back now, because BuckTommy is a thing, and Eddie is trapped in Catholic hangups hell with M*risol, but the more I think about it, the more bummed I am that this wasn't the route they took. I hope Eddie still gets a queer story arc, and I obviously hope Buddie is endgame, but damn, we really could've had EddieTommy helping Eddie figure out how to put a name to the thing he's had for Buck forever and Buck acting like an insane person until he figured out that who he's really in love with is the person who always makes him feel like he's enough and not expendable, the person who accepts him for exactly who he is and indulges all of his quirks and doesn't ask him to change a thing.

[nightowlfandom]

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...

“Good girl.” you smiled as the yellow feathered Chocobo ate from your hand. “Eat up, you need your energy.” you scratched the top of her head as she squawked gratefully.

“Y/N are you still here?” the farmhand, Faye emerged from the stables to find you. “Do you not have any other plans?”

“Trust me.” you began to laugh. “I’d much rather scoop up giant bird poops than deal with my personal life right now...or lack thereof.”

“Well isn’t that somethin- Is that the crown prince I see?” she looked past you which made you follow her eyes. “It is?! Prince Noctis on my Chocobo farm. Quick! How do I look?” 

“Like a farmer.” you laughed in reply. “Perhaps get the shit off your boots.”

“Damnit! I should have worn my new ones.” She began wiping the bottoms of her shoes against the grass. 

“Faye, he’s just a prince. I don’t know what’s so great about him anyways.” you rolled your eyes. “He seems like an asshole from what I’ve seen of him.”

“You’ve never even met him.” she put her hands on her hips. “Maybe you’ll like him!”

“Sure, whatever you say, Faye.”  you laughed. “That’ll happen.”

...

“Ugh why are we here anyways?” Noctis rolled his eyes as Ignis pulled up to the famous Chocobo farm.

“Because!” Prompto snapped in reply. The blond male didn’t even wait for the car to fully stop before he jumped out. “The eggs are supposed to be hatching today and I want to be the first to capture a picture of those featherless faces!”

“Of course.” he scoffed. Noctis liked Chocobos, sure. He just didn’t think an idea of a good Saturday morning was to spend the day at a bunch of dirty, smelly, stables, for a bunch of unhatched eggs no less. “Great.”

“I suggest you fix your face, the farmhand is here.” Gladio grunted, hopping out of the car. “Wouldn’t want to hurt her feelings.”

“Whateve-” Noctis turned his head towards the loud squawking when his eyes landed on you. You were feeding a random Chocobo while talking to that farmgirl who ran the stables. “Woah.” he felt his heart flutter. Who were you?! He heard you laugh from where he was and felt his heart stop. Your laugh, it was beautiful.

“Yo? Who is that girl?” Noctis scrambled out of the car, nearly falling on his face. He tried desperately to fix himself up. “Specs?”

“I believe she frequents the shops not too far from here.” Ignis replied in his usually cool manner. “I believe she is also a friend of that Dino character we run into from time to time.”

“No way. Her?! Friends with that-” Noctis shook his head in disbelief. He found it impossible to walk forward. Gravity was stopping him. He didn’t even notice everyone else walking ahead of him. He had never seen you around before but he wished he had. “Woah....”

...

You were still chatting with Faye when a group of guys ran up. One of them held a camera and looked as if he were about to explode. You had no time to register the camera flash. Good think he captured your good side.

“I AM HERE FOR THE EGGS!” he declared. His abrasiveness surprised you. Was he talking about the new hatchlings? 

“Ummm-” Faye looked scared. “You here to volunteer?”

“Heck yeah I am!” he explosive blonde looked as if he was about to piss himself from excitement. “I WANT TO HOLD YOUR CHOCOBOS!”

“Alright! Keep your pants on. Follow me. Y/N, you’ll be good here right?” Faye asked, seemingly frightened by the giddy young man. 

“Yeah.” you stifled a laugh. “I’ll be just fine here.” you shook your head as the man ran full force for the stables. You were about to go about your business when a black haired boy stumbled up to you. “For a royal, you’re pretty clumsy.” you stifled laughter.

“Huh?!” he looked taken aback. “You know who I am?”

“...I mean aren’t I supposed to?” you turned back towards the Chocobo. “Prince Noctis?” you tried to hold in your distaste, but he caught up on it instantly.

“Is there an issue with me-”

“As a matter of fact there is. Don’t think I didn’t notice that face you were making when you pulled up with your friends.” you cut him off. “Big and bad prince man can’t be seen around a few Chocobos?”

“Oh, no that’s not it at all.” Noctis tried to explain himself in the best way he could. 

“Then what exactly is it?” you turned towards him again. “I mean really?”

“Okay so I admit my attitude isn’t the best-”:

“So you admit it?” you held back harsh laugh. “Hm, It’s a start.” you shrugged.

“I mean, you aren’t really giving me a fair chance. You only know me from the papers.” he explained. “You don’t really know me as a person. For all I know you could be a stalker.”

“I am no a stalker!” you looked him up and down. 

“I wouldn’t know that.” he winked. “So maybe we both have it all wrong.”

“And what do you wanna do to fix that, go on a date or something?” you scoffed.

“Yes!” he replied honestly. “Let me prove I’m not some asshole!”

“Is it that imperative that you go out of your way to prove to me that you aren’t an asshole?” you raised a brow.

“Yes!” he nodded quickly.

...

You boredly sat at the restaurant table. He was late. 15 minutes to be exact. 

“I knew this was a load of-” you prepared yourself to stand up when a man frantically rushed in.

“I’M HERE!” Noctis yelled, grabbing the attention of the other patrons. He practically fell into the chair right across from you. 

“Nice of you to show.” you sat back down. You decided to humor this guy. “Care to explain?”

“Sorry! Stupid Prompto gave me the wrong address and...woah...” he nearly drooled all over the place seeing you in your tight black dress. “You look...amazing.”

“Sure I do.” you scoffed. “I’m sure I still have dried up chocobo shit in my hair,” you turned away from him, feeling your insecurity creep up on you, tons more than usual. “But thank you.” you relaxed in your chair.

“No I mean it! Even when I saw you...I thought you were beautiful.” he expressed.

“Really?” you paused to look him in the eye. 

“Really.” he smiled. “You’re the best looking girl here.” 

“I definitely don’t believe that...but thank you.” you said shyly. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. 

....

“What about that one?” you pointed to a random star.

“That one, there’s a legend that it’s a parallel version of this world.” 

You both sat at the edge of the lake, staring into the moonlit sky. After dinner, Noctis had taken you to the docks on Galdin Quay. 

“No way. “You stared at the star in wonder. “How many worlds do you think there are?”

“Infinite, my dad says so.” Noctis replied. “All different versions of us doing different things.” he smiled to himself. “Maybe there’s a version of me that...is actually proud to be a prince.” he glowered. 

“Maybe there’s a version of me whose the royal instead.” you nudged him. That made him chuckle a bit. 

“If that’s the case...I’d be happy to bow down to you.” he flirted. He looked back at the sky. “Try that one.” he pointed.

“I know that one.” you beamed a little. “There’s a legend called the Lover’s Star, if a couple sees it on their first date...they’ll be together forever.” you mused romantically. It was only then you had realized your fingers had laced into Noctis’s. 

“Maybe today was our lucky day.” he winked. After a second of silence, you decided to confess.

“I was wrong about you.” you said honestly a while. “I think you’re pretty amazing, Noct.” you chuckled. 

“So...” he smiled deviously. “Are ya gonna say I’m sorry?” he mocked.

“You wish. You’re still a stuck up prince to me...you’re just not an asshole prince.” you stuck your tongue out at him. “You’re not like most guys around here.��� you shyly looked away from him you dug your toes into the sand. 

“Well I’m not from around here.” he replied. “You’re different from everyone around here. You’re not all into me because I’m The Prince Noctis- that’s all I want. I want someone to see me for who I am...not what I am.”

You shyly kicked your legs in the water, looking at the ripples in the water.. “I’m glad I could be that person for you Noctis.” you smiled.

“Guess this means you’re gonna be part of my team now?” he bit his lip. “You’ll be my...ummm...I’ll think of something.”

“I look forward to it.” you giggled. 

“Hm for now...come here.” he winked, gently holding the side of your face. Noctis kissed you. You felt your senses go off. You instantly grabbed his face, kissing him back.

...

You fell back on the hotel bed, refusing to disconnect from a feverish prince throwing himself at you. He kissed you with urgency, as if you would disappear before his eyes. He tore a rip up your dress hastily. 

Your tongues clashed together as you kissed, the air was getting heavy. You helped Noctis out of his jacket. Your dress had turned to ribbons and your panties weren’t too far behind. 

“N-noctis..” you hissed, feeling his hands explore every inch of your body.

“You feel even better than I imagined you would.” he kissed your bare stomach. “You’re so beautiful.” he moaned. It was like you were the goddess, the royal, and he was the peasant.

You felt shy under his gaze. He stared up at you, biting his lip. “I don’t think I can wait...” he groaned. “A-are you okay with this?”

“God, yes.” you mewled as he kissed your thighs. 

“I wanna worship you.” he moaned, ghosting his lips over your center. You shyly stared down at Noctis who looked up at you with a shit eating grin. 

He sunk his tongue into you, lashing against your pussy. You instantly grabbed a fist full of his hair. You and him both were a mess. Hisses and prolonged moans escaped your lungs along with his name. You were sure the people in the next room could hear you. 

Noctis crawled over you again, a predatory glare in his eyes. He bit his lip, staring down at you. “You’re so fucking cute...”

...

“I’d do anything for you.” he moaned against your lips. “I’ll take care of you for the rest of my life.” he whimpered, his thrusts growing sloppily. He bucked his hips rhythmically, your bodies moving and grinding in sweet friction. His cock twitched inside of you as he grew near his release, but he wanted to wait. He wanted to cum to the sounds of your cries and screams. ”Gonna make you my queen and w-we’ll rule together until our hearts give out baby. F-FUUUCCKK.”

“Noctis.” you croaked. Hearing his words in your ear made you hiss in delight. This alone caused him to dig his nails into your sides and thrust even deeper into your heat. You didn’t know what else do you but let a stream of cries escape your lungs. 

“I love it when you say my name.” he grunted. “Say it again.”

“N-noctis.” your insides lurched as you tightened around his length. “I wanna- I’m gonna-”

“Again.” he barked. “Never stop saying my name. Never say another man’s name!” he sank his teeth into the crook of your neck. “You’re mine, baby. You’re all mine.” he growled.

“Noctisss.” you arched your back. “F-fu-” you whimpered, at the impact. “S-shit!”

Noctis yanked himself from you, spraying his cum all over your stomach. Shortly before, you came too, feeling your water run down your leg. He fell forward, burying his head into your neck. “Baby, I’d fucking do everything for you.”

You shook under his body, whimpering at his gentle touches. You felt him kiss your need lovingly as you both drifted off to sleep.

...

[sunflowerdigs]

I just watched Dumb Luck again and, based on the spoilers we currently have, I think the episode was dropping hints for more than just the end of s5. You might remember that "signs" were a big part of the episode, figuratively and literally. A woman got impaled on a stop sign and Athena caught the boys taking the stop signs down.

Figuratively, Greenaway was jealous of Lucy's big save, foreshadowing his big reveal. Here's the thing, though. The woman who got impaled by the sign was riding a bike in the middle of the street and almost got hit by cars multiple times - something we know is happening to Buck in s6. With that in mind, here are a few other potential "signs" from the episode:

- Athena pours Irish coffees all around in front of Bobby during poker night in the scene right before the one where the woman gets hit by the "stop" sign. Bobby relapse while Athena is too busy with other things to notice?

- There are two scenes between Eddie and Christopher, one out of a nightmare and another in real life. What's interesting is how much older and more mature the irl Christopher seems than the one in Eddie's nightmare, signaling that Eddie (like most parents) thinks of Christopher as being younger and less observant than he actually is. By the end of the episode, Christopher is taken away from Eddie in order to work on a project without him while Buck is left with Eddie. This seems like foreshadowing for Christopher starting to become his own person separate from Eddie this season (and Eddie not being prepared for it), and Eddie leaning on Buck to deal with it.

- this is the episode where Eddie comes home from therapy and Buck is already there helping Christopher with his homework. Buddie roommates era foreshadowing (and Buck not understanding the assignment and seeing things romantically rather than clinically).

- Buck councils both Eddie and Lucy this episode, leaning on wisdom he's gathered over his years of firefighting. This could foreshadow Buck finding strength in the platonic relationships that he has built over 5 years rather than romantic ones. If Buck is lost, he might find his way again by serving others.

- finally, this is the episode where Maddie averts serious injury to Jee by getting her to the hospital quickly. While at the hospital, she and Chim are quickly able to fall into complimentary parent roles. I'm thinking that might foreshadow Madney reuniting through their care of Jee and learning to see each other in a different light (as partner parents rather than just partners). Also, maybe Maddie goes back to nursing and Linda takes over her call center role? Idk. Just spitballing.

[himbodiaz]

i could see a buck/lucy hookup if they're going the regressing to buck 1.0 route, but as a new LI? absolutely not. first off, she's not sticking around. secondly, she's buck's lena. she's gonna lead him down a self-destructive road and maybe they'll hook up, maybe not. who knows? but i seriously doubt it's gonna be more. 'cause what would be the point, y'know?

yeah, i think is they wanted to have buck spiral into buck 1.0 post-breakup, then i could see them hooking up, but i also doubt it would happen, for a number of reasons.

first and foremost, i just don't think there's time in the season to explore buck's spiral in that direction. we can make a pretty educated guess that he's going to get more reckless at work, but he's also going to have maddie's return to deal with, chim coming back to work, and eddie and chris, too. so i just think, in seven episodes (bc boston is marjority going to feature maddie and chim, no doubt) there will be time to involve him in all that, plus the storylines for the other characters, plus go the direction of having buck and lucy hookup

also, like you said, lucy is buck's lena, and she was already said to be a daredevil counter-part to buck. but also like lena, i don't think she has even been meant to represent a romantic prospect. and she was also said to be pretty blunt, iirc. so, she'll be there (a) to help fill one of the vacancies left by chim and eddie and (b) to help buck realize some things about himself, acting as a foil

finally, the optics of having buck hookup with, and leave open the possibility of dating, not only another firefighter, but a firefighter he works directly with, is so bad. everyone involved with creating the show and its storylines knows about buddie and how popular it is, there's absolutely no way anyone couldn't. so putting buck with lucy would have some pretty big backlash from fans, imo. it's one of the things that makes me most confident that buck/lucy was, and will never be, an option.

[harryspet]

rogue angel [7] bucky barnes

[Warnings] bucky barnes x reader, forced age regression, daddy!bucky, kidnapping au, dd lg dynamic, angst, punishment, mommy!wanda, fluff, implied smut

A/N: this took forever but i finally waited for actual inspiration and the chapter ended up turning out better than I expected! there should be one more chapter left after this!

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word count: 3.1k

I will not touch my princess parts without Daddy’s permission. 

I will not use my stuffies in dirty ways without Daddy’s permission. 

I will not lie to Daddy about whether or not I’ve touched my princess parts. 

I will trust Daddy to take care of my needs. 

You adjusted yourself, trying to use the power in your legs to keep you steady. A pink rope tied your wrist and arms together and was also keeping your upper arms tightly bound to your torso. You struggled to keep the chalk steady as you wrote the same lines of words over and over. 

Bucky didn’t outwardly say this was punishment. He said the two of you were only playing teacher and student in his office but you knew you weren’t writing these sentences for nothing. You promised yourself that, when you got back to your room, you’d check all your stuffies for recording devices. 

That was the only way he could’ve known that you touched between your legs without his permission. You pressed yourself closer to the board, your hand beginning to shake as you went onto the twentieth line of words, “Daddy, I don’t like this game,” You pouted, turning your head towards him. He was leaning against his desk but his eyes were focused, not on your face but on your body. 

You could tell something changed in his eyes when he saw you in that white button-up and plaid skirt. Those black, high-knee socks did a lot of favors for you too, “What did I say to call me, brat?”

You pouted, “I’m sorry, Sir.”

“That’s right, keep going,” You huffed, continuing to write. You liked when Bucky was soft and caring with you but this new side of him was causing you confusion. Due to what was happening between your legs, you could tell it was a good confusion. 

You pressed your thighs together but even rubbing your thighs together was creating that same friction. As you bent over, your thighs tight together, you could feel it. You hoped Bucky didn’t notice as you continued to write. 

When the chalk fell from your hand and down to the wooden floor, you heard Bucky click his tongue. You looked to him and he slowly pointed his finger down, “Get down and pick it up,” 

You felt his gaze burning into your skin as you slowly attempted to kneel down. Without your arms, you thought you might lose your balance, but it seemed Bucky was enjoying your struggle. As your knees touched the floor and your white panties seemed to dig even more into your crotch, you winced. As you leaned down, it seemed to dig in even more. 

I will not touch my princess parts without Daddy’s permission. 

But oh how you wished you could. Bucky saw the way your hips moved, how you tried to run from the sensation, “You’re like a little bunny, aren’t you? Wanting to hump everything in sight,” Bucky teased and your cheeks heated up. 

Bucky stood up straight and began to walk closer. You still struggled to grab the chalk, your heart beating out of your chest as he neared. You yelped as he grabbed the rope that wrapped around your back, effectively yanking you back up, “Get up, c’ mere,” With Bucky’s help, you shakily got back to your feet, “I’ll let you off with a warning this time.”

Bucky led behind his desk and he took a calm seat in the expensive leather chair. He looked you over again, how your breast poked through the white t-shirt and how high your little skirt had ridden. He knew how dirty your thoughts were but those little pigtails in your hair and that soft look on your face could have anyone fooled. 

Bucky grabbed you by your waist, pulling you closer, “You know, as your teacher … I probably shouldn’t touch you here …” As you felt his hand on your bare thigh, moving higher and higher you started nodding uncontrollably.

“Please,” You begged, “I’ll be good from now on, Sir. I promise.”

Bucky leaned back his chair, removing his hands and your body felt so cold without his touch. He sighed, “I think your attitude still needs a little adjusting …” 

You took matters into your own hands, moving to get down on your knees as you settled between his legs, “I’ll do anything to show you,” Bucky smirked, “Please, Sir?”

Bucky looked you over for only a moment, admiring your puppy dog eyes, as he began to undo his trousers, “If you can do this well,” Bucky leaned forward, grabbing your chin as he pulled you closer to his crotch, “Maybe I’ll let you hump my thigh … you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

You nodded eagerly, that ache between your legs begging to be satisfied. Bucky taught you how he wanted to be tasted and all the ways to properly take him into your mouth, “Good girl.”

+

“The trail’s gone cold.”

Bucky ran his tired hands through his beard as he pressed the phone closer. 

“I don’t understand. How can there be nothing after all these weeks?”

“This is a good thing,” Sam said, “This probably means that whoever is looking for her has given up. I wouldn’t worry over this, Buck.”

The call ended with little more to be discussed. Bucky leaned against the kitchen counter, taking a deep breath, as he tried to stop his racing thoughts. As he heard the pitter-patter of your feet coming down the stairs, he looked up. He glanced down at his watch, realizing it had been an entire hour since you went down for your nap. He was hoping for more time to gain his energy back. 

“Hey, Angel,” Bucky greeted you. Looking at you in the shimmering, star-covered sundress Wanda had sent you, Bucky’s mood lifted a little bit, “I see you’ve gotten yourself dressed.”

“Of course,” You spoke nonchalantly, moving into the kitchen, “I’m a big girl, remember?”

“Huh, I don’t know if I remember that,” As you approached him, you wrapped your arms around his torso, missing his touch. It was only an hour that you were apart but you found yourself craving him constantly, “How was your nap, my angel?”

“Sleepy,” You giggled and a tired smile tugged at Bucky’s lips. Even with all the love in his eyes, you could tell something was off, “Are you … are you sad, Daddy?”

Bucky shook his head, trying to perk up, “No, just a little tired,” He said quickly, “What would you like for lunch?”

You tried to read the expression in his face. He was clearly hiding something in order to spare your feelings. You didn’t answer Bucky’s question, only grabbed his metal hand, and pulled him from the kitchen. Bucky’s eyebrows raised as you led him into the living room. 

You urged him to sit down and he reluctantly agreed, “Can I ask you what exactly you’re doing, little one?” You shushed him as you grabbed a blanket, tossing it over him. 

“I’m going to make you a cup of coffee and a snack! You stay there and relax,” Somehow, that made Bucky even more worried but you pushed his shoulders back down as he tried to stand again. Luckily, Lucy was there so you grabbed the toy giraffe and placed it in the man’s lap, “I’m taking care of you now, Daddy. Lucy, watch and make sure he relaxes.”

Bucky looked down at the toy giraffe with a frown, “You’re leaving Lucy to watch me?”

You were already walking out of the living room, “And she’ll tell me if you move!” Bucky slouched down, kicking his feet up on the coffee table. 

When you got back to the kitchen, you started rummaging around through the cabinets. The commotion was raising Bucky’s anxiety but you only replied to his concerns with shouting, telling him to relax. You’d seen him make things in the kitchen all the time so you thought it would be easy.

Although it took you messing up five cups of coffee to get one that didn’t take like hot water, you were getting the hang of things. When you returned to the living room, you had a cup of coffee in hand and a sandwich in the other, “Bon appetit,” You set the plate in his lap and handed him the mug. Clearly, Bucky wasn’t used to the dynamic so his initial reaction was a series of blinks and a blank stare. You sat beside him and watched as he took a sip of his coffee, “Two creams and two sugars.”

Bucky grinned, “You remembered. It’s good, Angel.” You perked up at the compliment though you buried your energy, not wanting to come off as too excited. 

The sandwich you made was merely two pieces of bread and a layer of peanut butter but Bucky explained it as, “This is the best sandwich I’ve ever had.”

You beamed at his words, “You mean it?”

“Of course, angel. Thank you.”

“Do you feel better?” You asked. The main reason you were doing this was because you sensed Bucky was sad. He always made you feel better when you were sad and you wanted to do the same with him. 

“Much better.”

It was true. He was so focused on the thought of losing you that he forgot to appreciate actually being with you. 

“Good!” You explained, “And we can even watch your sport shows. Or your news shows. Whatever you want.”

Bucky took a few more bites of his sandwich and a few more sips before setting them down on the coffee table, “There’s something I really want,” You leaned in with anticipation, “But since you’re a big girl, I’m not sure if you want to.”

Your lip pinched into a thin line as you thought about it, “What do you really want?”

Bucky shrugged, “You probably don’t want to sit in Daddy’s lap now that you’re a big girl. And you probably don’t need Daddy’s kisses.”

To Bucky’s shock, you instantly climbed into his lap, “Fine, I’m still your little girl,” Bucky’s strong arms wrapped around you and you felt the tension leave his body.

“Forever?” Bucky asked, looking up as you. 

You nodded before leaving little pecks on his cheek. As you pecked his mouth, you giggled, “You taste like peanut butter.”

+

“I swear we did it three times before I could even get her out of bed … and then the bathroom. And then the kitchen. She doesn’t seem to ever be satisfied.”

Wanda laughed and Bucky’s explanation for why they were late to today’s playdate, “You’re not as young as you used to be Buck,” Wanda said, “This is the first time she’s ever experienced something like it, of course, she’s going to want to do it 24/7.” 

“At least she’s distracted now,” Bucky walked alongside Wanda as they watched their little ones ahead of them. You held Rory’s hand as the two of you explored the wonders of the aquarium. He had been here at least a hundred times so he was excited to tell you all the animal facts that he knew.

You found yourself tuning out at times, just to take in the beautiful animals and the ambiance created by the blue light. It was technically your first time out in public since Bucky took you from that town in London. You thought you might be a little more nervous to face the world but the feeling you had was quite the opposite. 

You thought you might be a little embarrassed to be your rainbow-colored t-shirt, jean overalls, and your high socks but no one seemed to pay you any mind. As soon as you got out of the car, Rory rushed over and complimented you and you did the same as you admired the whale on his shirt. The fabric read “I whaley love you”.

The four of you walked around for hours but you were having so much fun that it felt like a blur. You even saw a dolphin show and got splashed with water. A few times during the day, you glanced at Bucky and saw a genuine smile on his face. The two of you held hands during the show and he seemed to squeeze yours as he witnessed something amazing. It seemed like both of you were having new experiences today. 

All of you ended up in the gift shop after the dolphin show and Wanda calmly tried to explain to Rory that they’d have to leave the aquarium soon. Rory pouted and whined which you giggled at, “Five minutes, mister. And you can pick out one stuffie. One,” Rory nodded, grabbing a hold of your hand as he led you away. 

The gift shop's walls were covered in ocean animal plushies. As Rory looked through the multi-colored penguins, he asked you, “What are we going to do at your house today?”

It was still strange to think of it as your own house but you felt comforted by the fact that you had somewhere to belong. You had been anticipating your playdate with Rory for a long while. When Bucky was on the phone with Wanda, the two of you would constantly talk to each other. Rory was really the only “little” you knew and, even hearing about his day, would take some of your insecurities away. You were adjusting more and more every day. 

“We’re going to play with Archie and we’re going to make hot chocolate and cookies. My Daddy is going to make a big fire at night and we’re going to lay outside and look up at all the stars,” You were beaming as you spoke. Rory could sense your excitement simply by how much you were talking. Usually, he did all the talking between the two of you, “And we’re going to sleep in a big tent alllll night.”

Rory’s mouth was agape, “All night?”

You nodded, still smiling, “And my Daddy is going to make us french toast in the morning.”

“That’s awesome, I’ve never been camping before,” Rory said and you agreed, “Is Archie going to sleep in the tent with us?”

“Yeah, he’s going to protect us from the bears,” Rory’s eyes widened with fear and you giggled, “I’m just kidding.”

Rory ended up picking out a purple penguin, and as the two of you returned to your caregivers, you felt a sudden urgency. Bucky could tell exactly what that face meant. “Angel, do you have to-”

You nodded, your face heating in embarrassment, “I’ll take her,” Wanda interjected, holding her gentle hand out to you, “Rory, do you have to go too, bubba?”

Rory shook his head and Wanda continued to pull you along. She squeezed your hand, sharing a warm smile with you as she tried to gauge your excitement for tonight’s sleepover. You couldn’t help but feel a little intimidated by her beauty when you talked to her but Wanda’s aura seemed to ease any tension you felt. 

She went with you to the gift shop bathroom. As you finished up and washed your hands, you walked out of the bathroom, deciding to wait for Wanda there. You crossed your arms as you waited, staring down at your Mary Jane’s. 

As you waited, you started to feel a gaze burning into you. For a moment, you were back in East London. You were searching for Hydra while trying to avoid the authorities hunting you. 

“Then you’re from Hydra?”

“They’ve been destroyed, Y/N.”

You remembered gripping the gun tighter, “That’s not my name.”

You could feel that gun in your hand. You could feel yourself pointing at him. At the time, you thought Bucky was the worse thing that could happen to you.

As you lifted your head, you found brown eyes staring into you. Your heart skipped a beat as you stared back at the man. They were cold and unforgiving. He was middle-aged, his brunette hair slicked down. Your eyes wandered down to where his hand rested on his hip. In his other hand was a brown notebook. 

Before you could recognize the familiarity of the book, you heard Wanda’s voice, “Ready to go, beautiful?” You looked at her nodding and she grabbed your hand again. As the two of you walked away, you looked back to see that the man had disappeared. Looking forward again, you took a deep breath and tried to forget. 

+

You watched from Bucky’s lap as Archie ran to Rory, and the happy camper began rubbing the dog's stomach. Wanda was sitting in her fold-out chair, sipping at her mug of hot cocoa. The night was growing colder but, with the fire and being in Bucky’s arms you didn’t feel it. Bucky tightened his coat around you, zipping it all the way up. 

You leaned your back into his chest, just to enjoy his warmth, “You don’t want to play with Archie and Rory?” Bucky asked curiously. 

Bucky felt you shake your head. 

“You’ve been quiet since we left the Aquarium and you haven’t eaten one marshmallow tonight. My baby must be sick, hmm?” He spoke to you in a teasing way but, as he heard your silence, he started to grow worried, “Angel?”

You turned your body, tucking your face into his neck, “I … I-I got a weird feeling,” Even talking about it, brought the feeling back. You wanted nothing more than to feel something else, “It felt like … like he was going to suck me back into that black hole.”

“He? Who made you feel like that?” Bucky became more concerned but he tried not to panic you. 

“The man outside the bathroom,” You explained and you felt Bucky’s grip tighten on you, “He was … scary.”

“Tell me exactly what he looked like,” Bucky stated, “Please, angel.”

You tried your best to describe the man, from his eyes to the clothes he was wearing, “He had this … book.”

“Zemo,” Bucky breathed, “Fuck, it’s Zemo.”

Bucky’s mind was racing and as you sat up in his lap, your eye wandered over his face, “Who is that?”

Bucky didn’t answer, only bit down on his lip. He thought for only a while longer before moving you and standing up from the chair, “Wanda!” He shouted, and the woman stood up, alert, “I have to go and you have to get her out of here. As far as possible.”

Wanda nodded, understanding. She clearly knew much more than you did, “Daddy?” You asked, pulling at his jacket. 

He looked down at you with determination in his eyes, “Don’t be scared, angel. Daddy’s gonna take care of this.”

+

hope you enjoyed!! 

[obeyme-darling]

Proposition

[Diavolo x Shy!Fem!MC x Lucifer]

Summary: You’ve been having bad thoughts about Lucifer, and being a nice girlfriend, you bring this up to Diavolo.

Warnings: Voyeurism, spanking, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex (If you want/need anything tagged, let me know!!)

Words: 3,600+

A/N: This is mostly Lucifer fucking you, while Diavolo watches. If you would like a part two lemme know! I haven’t written for Obey Me before, and I haven’t actually written anything in months. I feel a little rusty, but as I write that’ll go away. I really hope you all enjoy this! REQUESTS ARE OPEN! ~Admin Doe

You clutched your bookbag close to your side as you made your way down the hall towards Diavolo’s office. You were more nervous than usual, a lot was on your mind and you weren’t sure you would be able to get it off your chest. You didn’t want Diavolo to expel you, or worse...

“MC,” A voice caught your attention. You turned to find Lucifer.

You hadn’t expected much less honestly, only the brothers really talked to you now. Most people found out about you and Diavolo through the grapevine and most of them decided to stay far, far away.

“Oh, um, yes?” You fumbled on your words, hands shaking and jittering.

“Are you going to see the Prince?” His voice, he sounded annoyed. And pissed.

“Uh, yes, but then I’m heading to class! I just need to talk-”

“I don’t really care. I just need you to give this to him. For his eyes only.”

He handed you some folder and turned to walk off. You nodded and began your long, horrible walk to Diavolo’s office. You held the folder close to your chest, arms wrapped around it, as to make sure you didn’t lose anything important.

You grew curious, thinking more about Lucifer than you had in awhile. Why would he trust you to give him something so important? He was more than capable of doing it himself. And would have probably preferred to do that.

You reached the office and gently knocked.

“Just a minute!” Diavolo’s voice soothed you.

While waiting you looked at the folder in your hands. You slowly opened it and found... Nothing. There was absolutely nothing in that damned folder that was so damn important for ‘his eyes only’.

“Oh! MC!” Diavolo looked at you with so much adoration, “I told you, you didn’t have to knock!”

“Oh, you know, I don’t wanna barge in on anything. That would be... not so good-”

“Don’t worry about, I don’t mind you barging in.” He winked at you and pulled you in his office. “What are you looking at by the way? Is that something secret? For your eyes only? Like, literally.”

“No? I don’t think so... Lu-” You stopped yourself, “I honestly don’t know.”

Diavolo did not ask any questions. He just pounced. The empty folder hit the floor and you were pinned against the door immediately. Your wrists were placed above your head and lips trailed hot kisses from your mouth, to your jawline, down to your neck. A soft moan escaped from your lips and you relaxed into Diavolo’s touch.

 “So, what brings you here?” Diavolo asked in between kisses.

Suddenly you remembered. Lucifer. You were having thoughts about Lucifer and you needed to bring it up to your almost boyfriend. You still would die for Diavolo, but Lucifer was slowly creeping into your head and after what he did earlier, you were very confused.

Diavolo’s fingers ran up your thigh, pulling up your skirt and playing with the waistband of your underwear. You were in a trance. You forgot about everything and just shook your head at Diavolo.

“C’mon, something was very important.”

He spoke to you as if he wasn’t pulling down your underwear. His fingers curled inside of you and his other hand held your wrists, still above your head. You swallowed hard and his lips pressed to your throat. Suddenly, you were imagining Lucifer dragging his teeth across your flesh, almost drawing blood.

Diavolo’s fingers picked up pace and you gasped, eyes screwed shut. You bit your tongue and bucked into Diavolo’s fingers.

“Baby, I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s wrong. You were very stressed earlier, something is wrong.”

You wanted to say ‘not anymore’. But you couldn’t. That wasn’t right to Diavolo. Diavolo was looking at you now, but his fingers were still deep inside of you.

“Fuck,” you mumbled. “It’s about Lucifer.”

Diavolo immediately pulled his fingers from you and gave you a serious look. You let a surprised gasp and your wrists fell back to your sides.

“What about him?” Diavolo pouted, sure you were in trouble with the other demon.

“Uh,” Diavolo’s pout caused your stomach to twist. You didn't want to bring up your horrible thoughts, but something urged you to, “Maybe we should just forget about this and I should go to class?” You pushed beside Diavolo and grabbed your bookbag.

“No, no-” Diavolo gently grabbed your arm, “Something isn’t right, MC, I think you should tell me...”

“Okay...” You sucked in air, harshly, and decided to go with what your gut was telling you, “I’ve been having these... weird, lewd even, thoughts about Lucifer. I mean-” You put your hands up and your eyes widened, “I don’t love him like you! Wait, I mean, I don’t love- Fuck. Excuse me.”

You pulled your foot from your mouth and your hand away from Diavolo’s. You went to open the door of his office and he stopped you, again.

“Wait, I’m going to disregard whatever the fuck that last part was, and just focus on Lucifer.” Diavolo had caught your attention now, you turned around and saw him sitting on his desk with his D.D.D in hand. “I have been in that same boat, y’know, I adore you, but Lucifer... He has also caught my eye. I have no intention of losing you, but full intentions of... including Luci in on whatever this is.”

You narrowed your eyes, curious as to what he was about to do. You nodded, “Okay...” As soon as Diavolo began to punch in something on his phone you put your hands up, your eyes widening, “What?! Right now?”

“Uh, yea? I mean, if you want. He practically has to come when I call, I won’t tell him why over the phone. No one else has to know.” He reassured you. You nodded and hugged your arms close to yourself. You wanted to ask him questions anyway, so why not make him drag his ass to Diavolo’s office?

Diavolo called him and sternly told him to come to his office, that it was important. You could almost hear Lucifer roll his eyes at Diavolo. Now, you wait.

“So...” You trailed off. “What do we do now?”

Diavolo patted his lap and you eagerly approached him. He settled you on his thigh and bounced his leg slightly. You gasped and looked at him with confusion. Diavolo gave you a grin and bounced again, this time a little harsher.

“What are you doing?”

“I figure, if Lucifer really does wanna join, and which, trust me, we’re both very attractive who could say no? You’ll need to be dripping wet for the both of us.”

Your lips formed an ‘o’ and you nodded. Suddenly you were very nervous. Diavolo was, to put it lightly, very well hung. If Lucifer matched him at all, which you imagined he did, you were in for something pretty fucking rough. And that made you more excited.

That was if Lucifer even agreed to your ‘agreement’. Or whatever Diavolo had made up in his head. You tried to not think about Lucifer as you bounced and rocked on Diavolo’s thigh, but it was very hard.

“You’re imagining him now, aren’t you?” Diavolo whispered, biting your earlobe.

You gave a meek nod and continued to grind on his leg. How could you not? You adored Diavolo, but now there was a chance that your daydreams would be reality. You couldn’t help but keep thinking about that demon.

A knock echoed through the room and tried to get up, “Hold on,” Diavolo whispered to you. You stayed on his lap, and hid your face in his chest. “Come in.” Diavolo’s voice... Lucifer would know immediately he was up to something.

“What did you-” Lucifer stopped, his eyes hitting your back. You could feel him, almost, glaring. “Why did you call me?”

“We have a proposition for you.”

You turned to peek at Lucifer, his eyes moving from Diavolo’s devious stare and to your shy eyes. He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing. “What makes you think-”

“C’mon, Luci,” Diavolo interrupted the obviously angry demon, “she just wants you to fuck her.”

Lucifer stepped into the room and shut the door behind him. He cocked his head, suddenly intrigued by whatever Diavolo had in mind. It had not been obvious to you at all, but it seemed Lucifer had a thing for you. His eyes burned into yours and he narrowed his eyes.

“Is what he’s saying true, MC?”

Okay, now he’s fucking with me. You nodded. That did not suffice. Lucifer motioned for you to use yours words and you huffed. “Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

You looked at Diavolo and pouted. Diavolo looked at Lucifer with a grin. There was no chance in hell he was about to stand up for you. He liked what Lucifer was doing, just as much as Lucifer did.

“Yes...” Your face was burning and you were having trouble not absolutely using Diavolo as some sort of shield. “I want you to fuck me.” Your eyes were shut and your teeth were gritted. You still had no clue if he wanted to fuck you back. Was he just messing with you, did Diavolo have this planned?

Diavolo gently pushed you from his lap, keeping you steady as to not fall. Lucifer’s gloved hand raised slightly, his finger motioning you over. Diavolo gave you the okay and you walked towards Lucifer, almost in a trance, thinking about what his gloved fingers could do to you.

You bit the inside of your lip and inhaled sharply. “You did look awfully pretty in Diavolo’s lap... How could pass up an opportunity to fuck your brains out right in front of you boyfriend?”

Diavolo did not even seem mad at how Lucifer had worded that. He seemed excited about watching Lucifer fuck your brains out. That had intrigued you even more. You wrapped your arms around your torso and looked up to Lucifer with wide, doe like eyes.

“Can I ask a question, real quick?” You looked to Lucifer with curious eyes. He nodded, “Uh, you know that folder you gave me?” He nodded again. “What was that about? It had nothing in it! I mean, I hope nothing fell out... but that bitch was empty.”

He cocked his brow at you. “You opened it?”

“I mean... I have no clue what was in th-”

“No, no,” Lucifer stepped closer to you, causing you to step back. “You opened it.”

“I did.”

“Well, I had asked you to not do that-”

“You mean, you gave me an empty folder, to give to the prince, that I wasn’t supposed to open, cause you knew I would open it? Why?”

“Oh, dear MC,” Lucifer took another step closer, this stride longer than the last, leaving you bumping into Diavolo’s legs when you stepped back, “One, do not interrupt me. Two, your feelings for me were not a secret, at least not to me. I gave you that because I knew you’d open it, and I knew you’d get back to me somehow. I didn’t imagine this being the exact way... But, here we are, nonetheless.”

Lucifer was smart. You knew that. But, damn he was very smart. You nodded at him and gulped down air. Lucifer was making you very afraid, but very, very horny. You liked Diavolo, maybe even loved him, but Lucifer was a nice difference. Diavolo wasn’t very gentle, but Lucifer seemed to be completely rough. And you wanted to know just how rough.

You felt like you were going to vomit from excitement and a tiny but of worry. You were still a little nervous about this being some sort of sick prank. If Lucifer knew about your thoughts, then maybe Diavolo did too.

What if this is some set up? You ran your fingers over your scalp and glanced back at Diavolo. He seemed more than eager to have Lucifer have a go at you though. You sucked in air through your nose and looked to Lucifer.

“Now,” Lucifer placed his hands together and looked at Diavolo, “since MC decided to disobey me, I believe it’s only right to punish her.”

Diavolo nodded, “I think you’re right.”

Lucifer turned momentarily, locking the office door and then focused on you once again. He walked towards a chair that sat across from the desk and took a seat. He motioned for you to follow him, and to lay across his lap. You fought back a smirk. You knew what was coming now, and you had thought about it coming from Lucifer for a while now.

You sheepishly lied across his lap and waited for his next move.

“MC,” Diavolo spoke up, his voice soft, “if this does get too much, just say so.”

You nodded. Turning back to Lucifer, you watched as he ungloved his hand by grabbing the glove with his teeth, and slowly pulling it off. You could feel yourself growing more wet than before.

Lucifer pulled your skirt up, exposing your underwear. He hooked the waistband and yanked them down your legs. Your ass was placed in the air and your arms were slightly outstretched to the neighboring chair, holding on for dear life.

Suddenly, the sound of hand slapping against flesh echoed around the room and your ass stung. Badly. You bit your lip, knowing you needed to be quiet. A moan pushed past your pursed lips and you exhaled slowly.

“Do you understand, you have to follow my orders, MC.”

You nodded, “Yes sir.”

Another smack. His fingers quickly pushed inside of you and came out just as fast. You were about to get your shit rocked, that was the only thing you were currently certain about.

As you were getting spanked, you could hear moaning from beside you. Looking over, and spotting Diavolo rubbing himself through his pants, the excitement inside of you grew. Lucifer pushed his fingers inside of you again.

“Are you going to be a good girl?”

“Yes! I promise.” You nodded quickly.

“Good, good girls get rewarded.”

With that, his fingers picked up pace. He was pushing in and out of you and you were a blubbering mess. You gripped the chair next to you and bit back another loud moan.

“Lucifer, please!” You were begging already. Lucifer’s fingers curling inside of you let you know he enjoyed that. “Please, I’ll be so good”

Lucifer chuckled. His thumb pushed against your clit and began rubbing soft circles. Compared to the quickness of his fingers pushing in and out of you, it was euphoric. You were on edge already.

“Diavolo,” Lucifer’s fingers slowed, “does she deserve to cum?”

Diavolo, who had his cock in his hand now, groaned, “Let her cum. I wanna watch you fuck her already.”

“As you wish.”

Your orgasm hit hard and fast and you were in heaven, but only momentarily before you were brought back down to the devildom. Your fingers tensed around the arm of the chair, your jaw had gone slack, and you were arching into Lucifer’s lap.

“Lucifer,” your voice was low, soft, “fuck...”

“Fuck her against the wall.”

Diavolo spoke up, pumping his dick in his hand. Lucifer nodded and stood you up, leading you to the wall in front of the desk, right beside the door. Fingers were shoved into your mouth and you let out a muffled grunt.

“Suck.”

Your eyes widened and you nodded. You sucked on Lucifer’s fingers, and watched as he unbuckled his belt with his free hand.Your underwear had been strewn across the room earlier, so now you stood in your skirt and ruffled shirt.

Before Lucifer finished removing his pants, he decided to undress you first, “We do want to give the Prince show, don’t we?” Lucifer questioned, causing you to nod. Lucifer pulled his fingers from your mouth and a loud pop rang through the room.

You stood naked in front of Lucifer now. You mustered up some courage and inhaled slowly before asking him, “It’s your turn now, isn’t it?”

Lucifer smirked at you, but he did not reply. Instead, he stood there. Okay, you thought, maybe I’ll just do this myself. You stepped forward and pressed your lips to his. You began to pull at his clothes and awkwardly his top.

“Don’t you two fuck?” Lucifer pulled away from you to ask

“Obviously! Why?” Offended, you crossed your arms.

“You’re not very well versed in taking some else’s clothes off.”

You restrained from rolling your eyes, “Diavolo gets so eager he normally strips for me! And then strips me! I haven’t had a lot of practice in undressing someone.”

Diavolo was growing agitated at this point, “I called you in here to fuck her. Either do so, or leave and I’ll take over. She’s with me for a reason, if you can’t please her, I very well can.”

Lucifer grew hot. Anger boiled inside of him. He narrowed his eyes at Diavolo, but said nothing to the demon prince. Instead, he looked to you with a fire in his eyes that you had not seen before. Ever. You were in for a ride, and you were more excited than ever.

Lucifer pulled his pants down and kicked them off. You looked down at his dick and swallowed hard. It was as you had imagined. Not as big as Diavolo’s but definitely larger than human dicks.

Lucifer grabbed your thigh and pulled your leg around his waist, harshly. You gasped and tensed momentarily. Lucifer pressed his lips to yours and trailed hot kisses down to your neck. He pushed inside of you and your nails dug into his biceps.

With Diavolo, he started off at a slow and steady pace, eventually getting a little sloppy and a lot faster. With Lucifer, he started at 100 and had no intentions of slowing down. Lucifer’s motions were swift and precise though. He pulled all the way out of you, warmth leaving you, and then pushed all the way back in. At a rapid pace.

“Lucifer!” You moaned out, not even caring if other students could hear you at this point.

“Fuck,” He groaned, hitting your gspot at a speed you weren’t used to, “you’re so tight, so wet.” He bit your neck, his teeth grabbing at the soft flesh, “All for me.”

Lucifer picked up your other leg, holding you up against the wall. He held one of your thighs tight around his waist, and his other arm rested against the wall, holding you both steady. You were moaning, eyes rolling back in your head, a heat building up inside of you. Your nails clawed at his back, and you let out a loud cry as Lucifer continued to pound into you. You bit at his skin, a scream muffling into his flesh. Tears pricked your eyes from the pleasure you were feeling.

“Look at me.”

You pulled back from his shoulder and looked him in his eyes. He placed his forehead against yours and your orgasm was coming, “Keep your eyes- on mine.” He grunted out.

You nodded and felt your whole body begin to tense. It was getting hard to keep your eyes open. But you didn’t want to disobey him, even though getting spanked was nice, you weren’t sure you could handle another round of that.

“I’m gonna-” You tried to keep your voice quiet, but it wasn’t happening. A loud moan echoed through the room as you hit your orgasm, “Fuck!”

You kept your eyes on Lucifer’s, he kept you and his thrusts steady. He did not slow down at all. You could tell he was coming close to cumming as well. His eyes were half lidded and his body was tensing.

“Where should I-”

“Inside.”

Diavolo almost demanded from his desk. He was jerking off quiet fast at this point, close to the edge as well. Lucifer looked at you in confusion and you nodded. Lucifer picked up the pace one last time and you hit the wall pretty hard, your head lulling back into the hard surface.

Lucifer let out a groan as he came, filling you up. He thrusted a few more times, slowing down as he did so. Your head began to hurt as you came down from your high and you groaned, still very naked and against the wall.

“Fuck,” Diavolo groaned, cumming into his own hand, “You’re so beautiful with cum dripping down your thighs.”

Your face was hotter than it was before after hearing his praise. Lucifer set you down and you rubbed the back of your head. And just like that, both of the demons were immensely worried about you.

“Are you alright, my love?”

“You did bump your head pretty hard.”

You let out a nervous laugh, still naked. “Yes, I’m uh, I’m okay. It just stings a little.”

“I think we should go back to my room, MC,” Diavolo spoke up, “You obviously need attentive care, you do not need to go back to class with that headache.”

You were thankful he did not offer to take you to some nurse or something. ‘Yes, I slammed my had into the wall while getting my fucking back blown out in the Prince’s office.’ You almost laughed at that thought. Until Lucifer spoke up.

“I think we should go to my room.” We? “If we go to your room, we’ll be seen, and if we go to MC’s room, well, my brothers are bound to wander in.”

You gave Lucifer a questionable look, “You...”

“If you thought I was done with the two of you, you are absolutely mistaken.”

Diavolo was practically exuding excitement at that statement. As were you, but he seemed a little more... Enthusiastic.

“So... this could be a normal thing?”

[monsterrae1]

Do u think KR will make buck and lucy sleep together in finale when he’s single and wants to have fun. I worry because he said to her he was glad she was not with bobby so he cares and maybe she almost dies in finale and he realizes he loves her ?

I’m really curious how you got from point A to point B?

I never get questions like this, so I’m going to try and answer in a polite way, I don’t want to invalidate your feelings at all; but here’s how I personally see the Buck-Lucy situation.

No I don’t think that they’re gonna sleep together at the finale or that anything is actually happening between them in the future. I also don’t think he’s gonna wanna have fun (like buck 1.0 style) once he’s single, Oliver himself said it in an interview, Buck is going to do some serious thinking about what he wants in a partner, that doesn’t tell us he’s gonna sleep around again, more like he’s gonna get more serious about the future he wants and who he wants it with, his most “functional” relationship is crumbling and he knows he isn’t happy there, so I do think they’re gonna have him do a bit of soul searching before they throw him in another relationship (counting Eddie maybe, I’m ready for some pining in S6)

On May Day, I could swear I hear him say “I’m glad you were with him” in the sense that she was able to call for help fast and Bobby wasn’t left alone to his own devices and probably dying, I saw more of a “thank you for getting us to him(Bobby)” kinda thing and not like a “I’m glad you’re safe because I care about you in a Romantic level”, I’m sure he was glad she was okay because he’s a decent human being and cares about the well being of his coworkers, but in that moment he was more worried about Bobby and his safety, he has a one track mind about Bobby and how he had a close call, so yeah, he wasn’t thinking about Lucy personally, he was just thanking her for being there to make the call to the others to save Bobby and May.

I can assure you he 100% does not love her, (well I don’t write for the show so I can’t assure you, but the way I see it) I don’t get why people are so worried about Lucy, she literally is just there, they’ve shared a few scenes but that’s it, literally after the drunk kiss there has been 0 sexual or romantic chemistry between them, I wouldn’t worry about the writers suddenly writing Buck into being in love with her or anything like that at all.

[intubatedangel]

Cold Snap: Chapter 3

I forgot how much I enjoy writing Anna and Carl’s relationship. We get to revist them the morning after their fun. Hope you all enjoy it too.

Chapter 1| Chapter 2|

Anna was already awake, a smile on her face as she watched the screen of the monitor on the bedside table. She let herself slip into the memories of last night. It was almost like a dream. Everything she had imagined and more. She shifted a little, sliding a hand from beneath the pillow, down to her chest. The monitor picked up the increase in heart rate as her fingers brushed across the foam backing of one of the AEDs pad that were still stuck to her skin.

She felt Carl stirring beside her and a few moments later the groaned a little as he rolled over. She felt his warm chest settle against her back, his arm wrapping over her, finding the hand that was brushing the pads. His fingers aligned over hers, and together they traced around the electrode with their fingertips.

"I knew there was something we forgot to clean up..." He commented, his voice rumbling through his chest into her spine. It sent tingles through her.

"I'm glad we did." She replied, guiding his hand across her chest, circling around her breast and down to the other pad.

"Hmm..." Carl grunted in satisfaction, then he shifted again sitting up slightly and leaning over her. Anna felt a slight tug on the wire of the pads. "Could have done without sleeping on this though." He said, dangling the hard plastic connector in front.

Anna winced, rolling to look up at him. "Sorry." She had to suppress a slight giggle, at the way he raised his eyebrows.

"That's it? Just sorry?" His tone was light an playful. "I think it's going to take a little more than sorry."

She pulled him down for a kiss, soft and gentle and still breathtaking. "Good enough?" She whispered when they broke apart.

He looked thoughtful for a moment. "It's a start at least. I'll have to think about ways for you to make it up to me." He told her, before he rolled onto his back, stretching out his arms. "I suppose we should get up."

"Do we have too?" Anna moaned, pulling herself up to sit against the headboard. "Neither of us are working. We could just stay here, enjoy ourselves for the day. Play with some of the other toys..." She suggested, looking at him in what she hoped was an alluring way.

Carl looked at her, his hand reaching up to brush some of her sleep-messed hair out of her face. "You have no idea how tempting that sounds." He told her, his finger looping over her ear then running down her jaw. "But the fridge is almost empty. So I was thinking we could go the market, stock up, and maybe head to your place."

"My place? Why?" She asked, thinking about her own dreary apartment. Cramped, dull and lacking that heavenly cupboard of her dreams.

"Well, erm. I know we didn't actually get around to announcing...us. But I figured if you were ready for that, you would maybe want to... move in here more... permanently." Carl said, that nervousness she had seen a few days ago coming back. He really did love her.

She leaned over and kissed him, deeply. For almost a minute they were totally connected, breathing each other in. It natural came to an end, both of them a little breathless. "That's a yes by the way." Anna whispered, before pulling away.

Carl grinned. "Great." He whispered back, then swung his legs out of the bed. "I'll put the kettle on, if you want to..." He waved at the electrodes, ECG and AED, that covered much of her chest.

Anna chuckled, and nodded, then had to stifle a cringing gasp when Carl stood up. A large red mark from the AED connector stood out like a brand on his side. She couldn't help but giggle. "Sorry again."

"Oh...You will be....You will be...." he replied with a low grating voice.

"Seriously? A Yoda reference? Nerd." She told him.

"And yet you knew it instantly. So who is really the nerd?" He countered, slipping out of the room before she could retort. Anna rolled her eyes, yet couldn't help but smile as she began to peel off the electrodes. She was slowly peeling off the AED pads, when she heard Carl's phone ring in the other room. She didn't think too much of it, but a few moments later, her own began to sound. She ripped off the pad, cringing slightly, then looked around for her bag, spying it on the stool in the corner.

She had to step over the CPR board and other leftovers from last night, grabbing the bag and pulling out her handset. She looked at the name. It was Sara, one of her co-workers. She answered.

"I'm sorry Anna, I know its your day off, but they're calling in everyone. You'd better check the news."

* * *

The explosion made the entire boat buck, sending everyone left on the deck sprawling, a plume of fire ballooning into the sky. Shouts and screams rang out, as panic began to take hold. Jones couldn't let that happen. He winced as he pulled himself to his feet. With a glance to one side he noted that at least the injured had managed to get onto that patrol boat before the explosion.

"Get everyone onto the boats. Now!" He shouted at the nearby officers who had regained their feet. As he walked over to that first patrol boat he staggered a touch, the deck pitching up slightly as the rear of the boat took on water. He peered over the side, relieved to see that everyone was ok. "Cast off, now, carry on as planned." He ordered, then signaled a different boat to take its place. The other officers were marshalling the remaining passengers, getting them organised and ready for a much quicker exit. It seemed to have stopped the panic before it could cause any problems. Which was just as well, he had more than enough already.

He turned and looked around for that Paramedic. Lucy Branthwaite he reminded himself. She was kneeling down, and he saw blood on the deck. He started to rush over, concerned for her safety, before he noticed that she was crouched over another figure. One he didn't recognise from earlier. He braced himself on the cabin as he leaned over, taking a quick look. The young man had a badly broken arm, and a nasty cut to his head.

"Miss Branthwaite," he tried to get her attention, but her focus was on the young mans arm as she flicked a penlight across his eyes. "Lucy! You both need to get off the boat. Right now."

Lucy shook her head. "I need to splint this arm before we even try and lower him down." She replied, turning and reaching out for one of her bags. As she pulled it closer and started to open it up the young man stirred, then started to get up. "Woah! Woah. Hold him!" She shouted at Jones. "You need to stay still okay. You're going to be fine. Just stay still."

The young mans eyes seemed glazed, roaming between Jones and Lucy, then the suddenly snap into focus, and he started to say something. It was hard to hear over all the other sounds as police officers tried to evacuate all the passengers. Both Jones and Lucy leaned closer. "Help her. Please help her." The young man was crying, desperate, afraid.

"Help who?" Lucy asked. "Who are you talking about sweetie?"

"Sh...Shona. Please help Shona." He mumbled.

Another passenger, another casualty, Jones thought. "Where is she? Why didn't see come with you?" He asked.

"Luggage...Trapped...Couldn't help her...Please." He sobbed. "Please..."

Jones looked at Lucy, both knowing what it meant. There was someone else, injured and trapped. At the end of the boat that was rapidly filling with icy river water, water that would soon drag the entire boat under the surface of the river. There was no question about what must be done. "Get that splint on then get out of here." Jones told her, ignoring her half-hearted but obligatory protest as he turned to a nearby officer. "We've got another casualty. You're in charge. Get the passengers, then yourselves clear, Understood?" He didn't wait for an answer, turning for the door into the passenger cabin.

Lucy stood in his way. "Be careful." She told him.

Jones nodded. "Don't wait. You get clear, as soon as you can."

"Don't worry. Patients come first," She replied.

Jones headed through the door, sprinting up the steps, towards the half submerged rear of the boat, dreading what he might find.

* * *

Shona was still in the luggage area, watching the stairs, hoping to see rescue come for her, when the fuel tank exploded. The noise was like a physical wall, flattening her to the floor. The whole boat seemed to jump, giving a moment of weightlessness. That ended abruptly and prompted the heavy luggage to slam into her again. She screamed as her leg became little more than blinding pain. For an almost endless time, the pain was the entirety of her existence. Until she was pulled back to reality by something even worse

An icy, wet feeling running down her spine, and rapidly expanding.

She gasped as cold gripped her, her eyes snapping open to see the water rushing into the luggage compartment. Desperately she tried to move, her hands splashing in the water that was already rising. Her fingers instantly numbed, and her efforts got her nowhere. Her legs were still trapped, there was no escape.

"Help! Please help!" She screamed, her voice breaking into sobs as the cold began to encase her body. There was already two inches of water in the compartment, it was rising fast, way too fast. "Please..." She whimpered. The cold, pain and shear stress of her injuries became too much. The will to fight left her, her head fell back into the water, already above her ears.

Her breath shuddered as her body shivered, her temperature plummeting in the cold water of the river. Her eyes felt heavy. So heavy. Her head fell to one side, and she shot back to consciousness as water trickled into mouth and was pulled into her lungs. She sat up as much as she was able, her body acting almost entirely on reflex.

The water covered her legs now, which was actually almost pleasant, the water stripping away all warmth but also all feeling, dulling the pain somewhat. There was less pressure on her too, as cases and bags gained a little buoyancy in the water. Not enough to let her free herself, but it no longer felt claustrophobic and crushing. In fact it was almost comfortable. Like a weighted blanket, without the warmth.

 She let herself half float on the water as it rose, raising her up to a full sitting position. There was a strange feeling. It was almost like serenity. Even though she arched her neck, trying to keep her mouth out of the water, her panic was ebbing away. Her whole body was so numb that she felt nothing. No pain, no pressure. Even the actual feeling of cold had disappeared. All replaced with a feeling of peace and acceptance, even as the water slipped over her mouth, submerging her completely.

On instinct she held her breath as she descended into the water, all sounds being muted away except one. Her heart became loud in her ears, slowed by the rapid onset of hypothermia, each beat was like a drum, thumping out every couple of seconds. It picked up as her oxygen ran low, as her lungs couldn't hold her breath in any longer. She blew out a stream of bubbles, then drew in a lungful of chilled river water. Her body spasmed, trying to cough out the water, only to draw more in, leaving her trashing as much as she was able. All of this was automatic instinct alone.

In her mind, she still felt only peace, as her heart slowed once more. Each resounding thump carrying her off. Each thump taking her further, drifting closer to oblivion. With a soft, accepting smile on her face as she slipped away, Shona's heart beat one more, then came to a standstill.

[buddiewho]

@buddie4ever20 I saw your post. So I took a stab at it. It’s only a few little things, because this could be chapters. Also is Buck cheesy romance and Eddie classy romance? Oh, yes, you know it: 

It was one of those rare moments when Eddie slept in and Buck woke up first. While he was snoozing away, Buck and Christopher were in the kitchen making breakfast. "We got to hurry," Buck exclaims to Chris. "Dad is probably going to wake up at any second."

"Okay, okay," Christopher laughed. "Do we have everything on the tray?" Buck was holding it down and within Chris's view to let him observe it. "Yeah, I think that's everything. Wait!" Buck stopped in his tracks. "The rose!" Chris reminded him. Buck turned and snatched a single rose from the table. He'd completely forgotten he bought it. He really only did because Chris was there and convinced him this would be a great surprise with breakfast. So the rose is from the both of them, Buck kept telling himself as they walked down the hallway. He was starting to feel really nervous, but Christopher lead the way, opened his Dad's door and yelled, "Dad! Breakfast!"

Eddie popped up, yawning. "Wow, this is nice." Buck sheepishly smiled at him as he sat the tray in Eddie's lap. Chris was already trying to climb into the bed. Eddie chuckled. "Thanks, my little man." Eddie kissed the top of his head. "Happy Valentine's Day," Chris told his Dad. Eddie finally noticed the rose. He picked it up, twirling it in his fingers.

"This was you?" he pointed the rose to Buck. "It was both of us."

Eddie patted the other side of the bed. Buck dragged his feet, then with a resigned skip he made it to the bed and sat down. They got lost staring at each other and Christopher wasn't going to let any of that food go to waste. So he snatches a piece of toast. They didn't notice. He laughed to himself. "You act like it's something we shouldn't be doing," Eddie says. "It's been two years, Buck, so I'm pretty sure we've reached the Valentine's gift giving stage."

"I didn't think Eddie Diaz was this sappy," Buck admitted. "I thought it'd be too cheesy." "Would you stop worrying about it in the wrong way? It's a good thing, and thank you." Eddie kisses him on the cheek and Buck literally thought, if that's his Valentine's gift then he'd deal with it.

"Now, what do we have to eat here?" Eddie turned back to the tray. "Apparently," he mused. "The toast is gone." Buck leaned over to look at Christopher, who was polishing off the last piece of toast.

"What? I was still hungry." They all laughed. __

"How do I one up Buck?" Eddie asks Hen, Chim, Bobby. They're sitting at the dining table. "Seriously, how do I top breakfast in bed? I have an idea, but I might have to ask Carla to watch Christopher." Eddie bit his lip, like he does when he's contemplating something.

"Well, it looks like you have the sexy times planned out," Chim winked at him. "It doesn't always have to be sexy," Hen countered. "Think of something so jarringly sweet like Buck himself." "It could be just a night of dancing. Athena and I love to just turn on some music and dance around the living room," Bobby offered. "I think I have an idea." Eddie smiled, his little canines ever present. Bobby patted his shoulder.

"Pretty sure Buck will tell us how it goes," Hen chuckled. "Yeah," Chim made a grimace. "He's all about that kiss and tell." "Is he now?" Eddie shook his head. After a routine call, they came back and Eddie needed something from his locker. He opened it and roses fell out. A little bear holding a heart with the words ILY sat inside and Eddie closed his eyes, composed himself. He took a deep breath. Was there any chance to one up Buck? Yeah, probably not. __

Eddie didn’t plan it for Valentine's Day, because as with most holidays he and Buck were working. They'd get home and be exhausted. Buck managed two things. The morning breakfast, before their shift and then they had to get Christopher to Tia Pepa's and then hightail it to work. Then later at work...Eddie smiled at the image still freshly in his mind of the roses and a little Valentine's bear (his son now covets), which was an insanely loving thing to do that could only spark those happy tears. But on Valentine's night, Buck and Eddie were extremely exhausted and after getting Christopher to bed they got about as far as falling asleep on the couch, snuggled close together after one of Buck's favorite love movies- Practical Magic. Yes, he loved that movie in a way that most people would describe as guilty pleasure. Before they had fallen asleep, Buck had murmured how he wished he had the ability to manifest his soulmate, but even then, he was just happy that somehow the universe put Eddie and Christopher in LA and most especially grateful that Eddie was placed in the 118. Eddie joked with him about how he at first didn't like that idea. Then Buck countered with, look at us now. Then silence. Eddie squeezed his arms around Buck, really tight, always marveling about how he made himself look so small against him. He kissed his forehead and soon enough Eddie was asleep too.

Fast forward to the couple days after Valentine's day. Buck didn't complain. Eddie was surprised that Buck made no mention of never receiving anything in return. Then again Buck was always the man would give and give and expect nothing in return from anyone. Buck had a visit with Maddie and then he'd be back in a few minutes. Those minutes dwindled down and the Eddie put the finishing touches on his belated gift. The door opened to Buck saying he's home, because frankly he couldn't resist doing that shit anytime he opened he door. It made him feel gooey inside and at the same time made him think of I Love Lucy. Buck closed the door behind him then he saw the rose petals scattered down the hallway. He smiled and followed the trail.

It led to their bedroom. He expected that of course, it wasn't that big of a mystery. There was a master bathroom in their room, and that's where he found Eddie drawing a bath. More rose petals, and bubbles foaming inside. Buck chuckled. "What's this?" he asked.

"A bath." "For us?" Buck threw off his shirt. Eddie laughed at his enthusiasm. Suddenly, Buck was naked. Eddie sat on the edge of the tub and waved his hand. Buck gently slid inside, Eddie turned off the water. It didn't take long before Eddie was sank underneath the bubbles too.

"You know," Eddie softly spoke, "I meant for this to be the other way around." "What do you mean?" Buck asked a little confused, because everything seemed just fine to him. "I meant for me to be the one holding you while we soaked in this bath." Eddie put some bubbles on his hand and blew them. Buck laughed. He squeezed into Eddie, dipping his face into his shoulder and placing kisses there.

"Whichever way," Buck whispered. "It's all fine to me. Besides, I think I like it this way." "Yeah," Eddie sinks back, laying himself completely against Buck's chest. "Me too." __ The team usually had all of their chats in the 118 kitchen and dining area. It seemed to be their thing so again they all stood around or sat at the dining table.

"Not everything ends with that," Buck pointedly said to Chim. "Besides, after the bath we were super relaxed and ended picking up Christopher early. We came back home and watched a movie on the couch."

"It was a normal night, well," Eddie half-smirked. "There was some elevated romance, but still nothing seemed different." "Yeah," with a smile Buck agreed, clasped his hands together and took one stride towards Eddie who was sitting down. "I wouldn't have it any other way." He reached for Eddie's shoulders and squeezed them, leaning down to kiss the top of his head.

"Oh, anything out there help us now." Chim closed his eyes at the scene. "They're going to be stuck like this for days aren't they? This sappy sort of honeymoon phase?"

"You thought they were out of the honeymoon phase? That's where they're still at," Hen explained. "They've been there since they moved in together. For two years," she emphasized.

"Then maybe next Valentine's Day, will be the lucky third year and..."From out of thin air, invisible Captain Bobby Nash who sees all interjected, "They'll propose to each other."

[fandomoneshots-imagines]

Lost and Found

This is my submission for the #happyhoelentinesday2021 challenge hosted by @drabblewithfrannybarnes. I was gifted @queenmalhinewahine! Sorry it’s so late!!! I was dealing with trying to pack things to move and then got hit by a snow storm! It’s not as good as I was hoping as it was rushed because on top of a snow apocalypse I also lost some of my works!

Warnings: language, Bucky with cats, not my best work

“Shhh,” I cooed at the two small bundles that were stuffed down my sweatshirt. It was the hiding spot for two small kittens I found on my morning run. It wasn’t easy trying to sneak two kittens into one of the most secure facilities in the United States. Especially one that came equipped with an AI that could rat you out at any second

I hissed as two pairs of claws dug into my chest, trying to climb up and peek out of my sweatshirt.

“You’re making a lot of weird noises over there.” A deep voice echoed around the kitchen. I whipped around to see the large, brooding, Bucky Barnes leaning against the threshold of the kitchen. As I fully faced him, the two small heads of very curious kittens poked out of the neck of my sweatshirt. 

“I always make a lot of weird noises. You know that.” I rolled my eyes, not bringing attention to the two small babies. I moved over to the fridge to get a little bit of milk for them but before I could grab it, the door was pushed closed.

“The milk will hurt their tummies. There’s some shredded chicken in the cabinet that Steve uses for his disgusting chicken salad.” Bucky moved over, grabbing one of the cans and popped it open. He sat the can down on the counter and I pulled each kitten out of my sweatshirt, setting them beside the can. I watched the two fur balls quickly dig into the food, making all sorts of cute noises while they ate.

“What are you gonna do with them?” Bucky asked, rubbing one of his large fingers along the back of one of the kittens.

“I’m gonna keep them.” I looked up at him like he was crazy. 

“Y/N,” He sighed.

“Buck, I can do this. I can take care of them.” I was ready to defend myself.

“It’s not that I don’t think you can do it, Y/N. You know that.” Bucky reassured. “I was going to say that it was going to be really hard but I’m here for you.”

“Thank you Bucky,” I felt myself blushing.

“Now, where are we going to hide these two munchkins?”

**several weeks later**

“Luci, Beez, where are you?” I whispered walking down the hallway. The two kittens were growing quickly and had become curious little cats. Because of their curiosity and how mischievous they were, I decided to name them Lucifer and Beezlebub. Bucky did tend to help me out with them too luckily. Like right now for example, I forgot to shut my bedroom door, causing the two demons to escape. 

“Where could they go?” I whispered, poking my head into the living room.

“They could’ve literally gone anywhere.” Bucky whispered, looking around as well.

“What the fuck is this?!” Steve yelled. I looked up at Bucky with a scrunched face, knowing I would be in trouble.

“I think we found them.” He whispered again. I nodded and took off down the hallway towards Steve’s room. We were pretty much able to meet him at the door with Steve holding Lucifer by the scruff of the neck. 

 “You found a kitten!” I said, trying to sound surprised like he found one of the kittens.

“Hey Steve, whatcha got there?” Bucky asked nonchalantly. He looked at us with a raised eyebrow. 

“Why did I just wake up to a cat laying on my face?” Steve asked, looking between the two of us.

“That’s so weird. It must’ve snuck in here somehow. I’ll just take it off your hands.” I moved forward to try to get Lucifer but Steve just moved out of my reach.

“FRIDAY do you know anything about this?” Steve asked the AI system.

“Ms Y/L/N and Mr. Barnes have been hiding two kittens for the last three weeks.”

“Two kittens?” Steve’s eyebrow raised once again.

“Snitch.” I mumbled, grabbing Lucifer and cuddling her to my chest.

“Yeah, there are two. This is Lucifer. We haven’t found Beelzebub.” Bucky explained, rubbing Lucifer on the head with a metal finger, which she grabbed trying to fight it.  

Steve ran a hand through his hair, “How did they get out?”

“My door didn’t get shut all the way and they both escaped. They’re really good kittens I promise Steve, please don’t tell Tony.” My eyes started to tear up with crocodile tears. I knew Steve wouldn’t be able to say no to me crying. 

Just as expected he let out a sigh, “Let’s get to looking. I don’t fully believe you on them being really good kittens with names like Lucifer and Beelzebub. I won’t tell if we find them before Tony.”

“Thank you!” I ran off down the hallway trying to look for the other little demon. 

*Bucky’s POV*

I smiled watching Y/N run down the hallway, clinging onto one of her babies when I felt a sharp elbow dog into my ribs.

“Soooo, how long has that been going on?” Steve asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

“What that? There’s no that?” I denied, crossing my arms over my chest. 

“Buck, we’ve been friends for a very, very, very long time-,” 

“Didn’t have to use so many ‘very’s’.” I interrupted. 

“I know the look in your eyes when you’re interested in someone.” Steve smirked.

“Ok, maybe I feel something but I’m positive she doesn’t feel the same.” I insisted. 

“I’ve heard Nat talking with y/n. She definitely has feelings.” He patted me on the back. “Why don’t you ask her for dinner?”

“I’ve been thinking about it, just have to get the nerves to.” I scratched the back of my head.

“IT’S NOT WHAT YOU THINK!” Y/N’s voice echoed through the halls. 

“THERE WAS A CAT SLEEPING IN AN OLD HELMET!” Tony’s voice echoed equally as loud. “WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO THINK?!”

“THAT SHE'S A CUTE LITTLE BABY WHO CAN DO NO WRONG!” Y/N yelled in response.

“IS THAT WHY THERE’S SHREDDED MISSION REPORTS ALL OVER MY LAB?!”

“You might want to do the asking sooner rather than later.” Steve chuckled, “Who knows how much longer Tony will put up with her or the kittens.” 

I made a face, knowing he was right, then took off  look for the screaming match. 

[obeyme-darling]

In Control

[Diavolo x Shy!Fem!MC x Lucifer]

Part 2 of [Proposition]

Summary: Lucifer now has you and Diavolo back in his room, and he is completely in control of the entire situation.

Warnings: 18+!! Unprotected sex, slight choking, threesomes, oral sex (female receiving), Lucifer being a bossy bitch. (I’m truly trying to learn what things to tag again, if you would like to/need to, please ask me to tag something, I definitely can!!)

Words: 2,600+

A/N: I LOVE LUCIFER!! I really thought I was a Diavolo bitch but i want Lucifer to top me :) Also! I used a prompt from [this list] here! (Highkey wanna make this a series! Just MC, Dia, and Luci all living their best lvies together sdjghsgs) ~Admin Doe

Getting to Lucifer's room was going to be a feat in itself. You had to clean up enough to get dressed.and then try to nonchalantly make your way to his room, with Diavolo in tow, and somehow make it not look suspicious at all.

Lucifer had left before the two of you, as to not make it look too weird. All three of you walking to his room might have looked horrible for everyone involved. Diavolo had not minded, he hadn’t seemed to have thought about how obvious it would be to the other students if you, the human, were just out and about with both Lucifer and Diavolo, heading to his room of all places.

“That was so hot,” Diavolo kissed you on your forehead and helped you get dressed.

“So,” You bit the inside of your lip as you tried to straighten your shirt out before tucking it in, “you sure you’re okay with this?”

“Absolutely, my dear,” Diavolo pulled you towards him and opened his office door, walking out with you under his arm. If anyone was unsure as to what your stance was with the Prince, they now knew for sure. “You and Lucifer, my absolute two favorite people- other than Barbatos, but I don’t think I wanna fuck him- what more could I ask for?”

You relaxed under his touch and huddled as close as you could to him, your hands in your pockets and your head leaning on his shoulder. Once you reached the house you felt your stomach twisting, you knew whatever was about to happen was going to be better than you had ever dreamt of.

You wrapped one of your arms around Diavolo’s waist and hugged him close. You were trying to make sure this wasn’t a dream. It was really real.

Lucifer’s room was in sight, you were so fucking close. No one was in sight surprisingly. Lucifer’s brothers absolutely adored you, so you had no intention of seeing any of them, not while on this mission.

“Hey, MC~”

“Oh fuck.”

Asmodeus called for you. You wanted to grab Diavolo’s hand and run for Lucifer’s room. Instead, Diavolo turned the both of you around and smiled at the other demon.

“What are you doing?!” He was eager to see you, “Especially with Diavolo~”

Your face was beginning to heat up again. Your ears burned and your eyes were wide, a baby doe stuck in the middle of the road, a car coming for you full speed ahead. Asmodeus let out this amused chuckle as Diavolo pulled you closer in hopes of calming you down.

“We needed to see Lucifer.”

You wanted to throttle the Prince. You sucked in air through your nose and closed your eyes momentarily, before composing yourself and looking at Asmodeus with as much confidence you could muster.

“We have important business to take care of.”

Asmodeus let out another laugh, softer, quieter; as if he was trying to be considerate of your feelings. He didn’t believe you, but he didn’t say anything. Yet.

“Since you’re so busy, I’ll let you go. For now.” Asmodeus walked by you and stopped, to whisper in your ear, “After you get done fucking them, please come meet me in my room.” He winked at you.

‘Well fuck, he knows.’ You pouted. Diavolo snorted, obviously hearing what the other demon had whispered to you. Diavolo turned you back around and you watched Asmo walk away, very clearly smug about what he had just done.

“What was that about?”

You pressed your palm to your forehead, “He’s been asking me about us since we started uh, dating.”

“Asking what?”

You reached Lucifer’s room and gently knocked on the door, “He wants to- He ‘needs’ to know how big your dick is.”

Diavolo’s eyes went wide and he blinked in surprise. He immediately grew curious. “What did you tell him?”

“Nothing! I tried to avoid all conversations about it, now I’m sort of just fucked!”

Lucifer opened the door, wearing more casual clothes. No shirt, baggy sweatpants, dick print visible and all. For a moment you started to thank the lord, but figured that would be wildly inappropriate. You were practically pulled into the room, Diavolo walking in behind you and shutting the door, locking it for extra measure.

“Did one of my brothers see you?”

“Yea, Asmo saw me. He, um, kinad figured out-”

“Hm, I wondered what made him realize, your wrinkled shirt,” he untucked it, as he spoke, “the disheveled hair,” he moved closer to you, his lips pressing against your earlobe, “the cum that had dripped down your thighs.”

You balled your fists, ‘I’m about to beat this bitch up.’ Your legs tensed and your left knee pressed against your right thigh, your legs closing tight. You and Diavolo had cleaned you up as best as possible! There had been nothing left on your skin, and yet, here Lucifer was, mocking your desperate, needy ass.

He bit down on your earlobe before pulling back and examining you. Your pout and furrowed brows, your balled fists, how tense your legs were. “Struck a nerve, did I?”

“Fuck you!”

The words slipped from your mouth before you could stop yourself. You had only ever spoken that way to Mammon, or Asmodeus. But now here you were, covering your mouth and looking at Lucifer in horror. You just thought you were some baby deer earlier. You were in that position again, but had no one to pull you from the road. And Lucifer was about to run your ass over.

“On the bed.”

You nodded, not even caring to apologize. You thought that maybe if you didn’t apologize the punishment would be more... Fun.

“Take off your underwear, hike up your skirt.”

You sat on the edge of the bed and did as you were told. Lucifer looked to Diavolo, who was eagerly waiting for his turn to fuck you up. It was crazy to think about; Diavolo could boss Lucifer around, but there he stood, awaiting instruction from the demon. Lucifer motioned for Diavolo to approach you and so he did.

“Tongue fuck her.”

Diavolo grinned wider than you had ever seen. He absolutely adored eating you out, as much as he loved getting a bowjob, which he loved a lot. Diavolo parted your legs, with such care and handled you as if you were some beautiful glass ornament, breakable at the slightest slip up.

You looked over at Lucifer, keeping an eye on what he was doing. He sat in a chair, legs crossed and hands folded. He seemed to be absolutely in love with the fact he was the one in complete control.

Diavolo’s tongue pressed to your inner thigh, his large hands holding your outer thighs and keeping you steady. He kissed up your thigh, and once he reached your pussy, he dove in completely.

“Still so wet,” His voice was muffled as his tongue licked stripes up your pussy. His tongue swirled around your clit and you balled Lucifer’s sheets in your hands. You moaned loudly and bucked into Diavolo’s mouth.

Diavolo was skilled, very skilled with his tongue. He always left you a mess after he was finished with you. In that moment though, it was pure fucking bliss, more so than usual. You were so sensitive from already being destroyed by Lucifer. You sucked in air and arched your back, eyes screwed shut from the euphoria.

“Diavolo-”

Lucifer paused, letting Diavolo bring you to the edge. And then he spoke.

“Don’t let her cum.”

Diavolo licked a stripe up your pussy and pulled back. Your eyes snapped open and you looked at Lucifer in anger. He was still just sitting there, not even looking like he was thinking about touching himself.

“What?”

“Only good girls get to cum.”

Diavolo looked at you, a smirk creeping onto his face. He had an idea. You were scared. Diavolo agreed with Lucifer, and held you steady. You wiggled slightly under his grasp, thinking about just finishing really quickly yourself.

Diavolo dipped back down to your cunt and began to slowly torture you with his tongue. Waves of euphoria hit again and you hoped that Lucifer would be so kind as to let you orgasm. Your breathing hitched and you were almost gulping for air.

That happened two more times. Lucifer would order Diavolo to stop, and the prince would quit immediately. But he was getting more smug each time. ‘Okay, I’m about to beat two btiches up.’ “Please!” You begged, breathless. “I’ll be the so well behaved, please let me-”

“Stop, Diavolo.”

This time, Diavolo did not stop. His tongue pressed into you and his thumb circled around your clit. You arched into his mouth and quickly grabbed a pillow to scream into. Diavolo did not stop lapping you up. You were a shaking mess and you were pulling at Lucifer’s comforter.

“Diavolo...” Lucifer stood up. “That is not what I asked you to do...”

“Oh, damn, sorry.” Diavolo shrugged. “I thought her begging was pretty hot, couldn’t leave my baby girl hanging like that.”

Butterflies filled your stomach. He was truly one of your favorite people ever. Lucifer did not share that same thought though.

“Okay, MC,” Lucifer looked at you, sprawled out on the bed, shirt ruffled, skirt pulled up, and pussy out., “I think some rest would be the best for you right now. I’m going to take care of this brat.”

You lied on the bed, eyes half lidded and breathing ragged. You blew out air and watched the ceiling fan momentarily. You hadn’t realized how tired you were until you were sprawled out on Lucifer’s comfy bed. You shut your eyes and began to doze off. You were in and out, until you heard a small whimper from Diavolo.

Your eyes snapped open and you looked over near the other side of Lucifer’s room. Diavolo was bent over Lucifer’s desk, panting, while Lucifer held his throat and pounded into him. You noticed the loud, undeniable sound of flesh slapping against each other and sucked in air.

‘Fuck, I must have really hit my head hard...’ You rubbed your eyes. Diavolo was jerking himself off as Lucifer easily took him from behind. Lucifer was thoroughly enjoying this position of power, and his pride was very much so turning you on. You quickly pulled your skirt off and kicked it across the room. Your hands moved to your pussy and you began touching yourself. You were still so sensitive from everything you had already handled and you let out a whimper as you pressed against your clit.

“Fuck.” Diavolo spoke through gritted teeth, “I’m gonna-”

“Cum.” Lucifer’s voice was low and very, very sexy.

Diavolo came in his own hand, and you watched in excitement as Lucifer’s grip tightened on Diavolo’s throat and your hips rolled into your own hand. You were a mess, causing Lucifer to turn and look at you, still fucking Diaovlo.

Lucifer’s pace quickened before he came. His eyes locked onto yours and he was grunting as he choked Diavolo. He pulled out from Diavolo and wrapped his hand around his cock,finishing in his own hand as well.

Your movements were slower than you would have liked, but you were worn out from everything. You watched as Lucifer turned towards you, and the way his red eyes bored into yours caused you to quickly begin to reach your climax. You had not realized how much someone watching you turned you on.

You let out a loud cry and your mouth fell open. You continued rolling into your own hands as you orgasmed.

“Didn’t I tell you to rest?”

You didn't answer. You couldn’t. You just nodded at him. He walked towards the bed and your stomach turned with excitement. Lucifer ‘tsk’d you and crawled up behind you on the bed, resting on his knees. He pulled you in between his legs and you gulped.

“We’ve had our fun, why not let Diavolo fuck you? Would you like that?”

Lucifer bit your neck and you whined. You nodded and looked towards Diavolo. He was still composing himself it seemed, but he looked ready to go another round.

“You have too much stamina.”

“Are you too tired? We can stop.” Diavolo looked you over with concern.

“Oh, no, no,” you shook your head, “this is very enjoyable.”

Diavolo perked up. You noticed he was hard, again, already. Your pussy throbbed for him. He walked towards the bed and Lucifer kept you in one spot. He really couldn’t let go of that control. You liked that. Seeing Diavolo so submissive and even ignoring what Lucifer had ordered, it was thrilling.

Lucifer grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head, and then pulled your legs wide ass open. You were suddenly feeling more vulnerable than you had ever felt before. Realization hit that you were at the whim of two very powerful demons and heat began to pool into your stomach.

“Keep your legs open, or you’ll be punished.”

You nodded and watched as Diavolo began to position himself over you. “I’ve been waiting for this all day...”

Diavolo pushed into you, stretching you open. You let out a whine as he gave an experimental thrust. Diavolo had fucked you a handful of times already, but each time he made sure you were ready for him. He knew he was better than humans in the dick department, and did not want to hurt you in any way.

Your legs tensed and almost closed. Lucifer was there to keep them pried open though. His tongue clicked at you and your hands grabbed the sheets beside you, “MC, do I need to make myself more clear?’

You shook your head. Diavolo, still acting as if Lucifer was not even around, began to thrust harder into you. Everything in you wanted to wrap your legs around Diavolo and hold him as close to you as possible, but there was no way you were breaking out of Lucifer’s grip. You were definitely going to bruise.

Your head rolled back and hit Lucifer’s chest. Lucifer bent down and pressed his lips against your shoulder, biting and sucking on the skin. You were being reduced to a crying, moaning mess and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Taking my cock so well,” Diavolo moaned, “Such a good girl.”

The praise sent you over the edge. You let out a scream, cumming as Diavolo thrusted in and out of you. Diavolo didn’t stop though. One he came, he kept thrusting. You let out a cry as one of  Lucifer’s hands traveled to your pussy and began to stimulate your clit.

Diavolo pulled out and looked at the cum dripping from your pussy and down your thighs. As he was admiring his work, Lucifer was doing his best to overstimulate you. Tears pricked your eyes and your hips kept rolling into Lucifer’s touch.

“Fuck,” You whimpered, “Lucifer please-”

Another orgasm hit, and tears rolled down your cheeks. Your back arched and moans fell from your lips.

‘You really are a good girl,” Lucifer pulled his fingers from your pussy and placed them in your mouth. You began to suck on his fingers, instinctively, and felt your body relaxing into his.

“Damn,” Diavolo was sprawled out beside you and Lucifer, “baby, I’m so glad you brought this up.”

Lucifer lied you down and rested beside you, leaving you in the middle of the two. You looked up at the ceiling, catching your breath, and thinking about everything that had just happened.

“Are you alright, MC?” Lucifer asked, his tone way different than usual, he sounded caring and concerned.

“Peachy~” You sighed out. “Um, hey?”

“Yes?” Diavolo and Lucifer spoke at the same time.

“Can we do this again sometime?”

[awesomehoggirl]

it’s wip wednesday so i thought i’d share a quick writing wip from my multi chapter fem howince fic which will maybe be done in 20 years ! it’s got 8 chapters and i am still on chapter 2 if this gets finished it’ll be a miracle. the fic is called eau d’bedroom dancing because i love le tigre and imagine how fantastic riot grrl vince would be ...

mentioning before hand that i write all my first drafts and oneshots with no capitals because i find it a lot easier but with this fic when i go back over i’ll put capitals in :) (also this is a section from chapter one not the opening)

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her name is vincenzia mirabella lucie-marié le manteau rafflesia vaisseau-spatial noire (the longest name in the class, and the only one never written up on the ‘star student!’ chalkboard) but everyone refers to her as vince. she’s new to the school, and seemingly england, but her accent is pure south london. two teachers have quit because of her already. holly moon has never been so interested in a person in her entire tiny life.

oh, she’s read up on musicians, heard their stories, wished ever so slightly that her life would someday be just as interesting — did you know nina simone had seven siblings, that john coltrane was in the navy? but the weirdness that seems to just bounce off vince’s tongue beats every story she’s ever read hands down.

it quickly becomes apparent that she’s borderline feral: if the staff-room murmurs of the teachers are to be believed, she came from a ‘neglectful home’; if vince’s own word is to be accepted, she was raised in the jungle by a cast of rock stars, animals and french nobility. holly is sensible enough to doubt her at first, but before long (and after many demonstrations of her ability to talk to animals) she’s genuinely on board. they sit behind the ash tree at lunch time, out of sight from dribbling boys and disapproving teachers, and holly figures out that through half a chocolate bar vince can be coaxed into revealing all sorts about her unorthodox childhood.

‘dunno why you’re so desperate to know about my life,’ vince complains once, when asked again to tell the story about the great order of frogs and the backwards waterfall. ‘why can’t i hear stories about you for a change?’

‘all in good time,’ says holly, whose mother is a tax attorney married to a geography teacher. ‘plus, i know you love the attention.’

and so vince sits there and talks until she goes hoarse, or loses interest, or feels like changing the subject right at a crucial moment, or the school bell rings and they have to go inside. she talks about her house made of bus tickets and her animal friends, her french duke uncle who would come down on bank holidays and teach her table manners, about joining the jackals for hunts, about skimming the treetops in the claws of squabbling vultures, about the hoots and screeches of the monkeys as they chased her through the undergrowth on the back of a hippopotamus. and holly will listen breathlessly, trying to seem nonplussed when in reality she is clinging to every last word. (tell me again about the paper-mache tiger and the rhinoceros’ game nights. tell me again again again.)

because no matter how hard her sensible brain tries, she really can’t prove them wrong. vince is hopeless at all forms of spelling or arithmetic. she is genuinely flabbergasted when explained to that, in fact, biting and shoving are not always seen as ‘playful’ in the human world. she swears like a sailor (or perhaps a rockstar) would, until the little old lady vicar gasps, snaps her bible shut and refuses to read to the year six class ever again. idioms are beyond her, let alone algebra, and the teachers insist there’s no hope — but they can’t help liking her, despite it all. there’s something so genuine about her ever-present toothy grin, her bubbly demeanour, that they soon allow her to get away with anything.

and yet holly is her best friend. and the only person (maybe in the world) vince will tell her stories to.

‘once upon a time,’ she begins one lunch break, dipping holly’s generous sacrifice of a curly wurly into her pocket for later, ‘i was out with jahooli the leopard, who was my best friend — he’d give me rides on his back when i was really small, swattin’ the bloodsuckers away with his giant tail. he’d catch me fish in his big strong jaws, crush ‘em up so i could eat ‘em right, i was just a nipper, i’d not got all my teeth in yet, but he was a right sweetheart about that sort of thing. on the surface jahooli always seemed to be a reckless character, a real rough-and-tumble kind of cat, but i knew the reality: he’d lost his mate and his litter and he was gettin’ on a bit, i was all he had left in terms of fatherhood. it meant he did get a bit invasive at times, yeah, he could be real clingy. i didn’t mind though, see, i’m wise beyond my years, so i was quite good with all that stuff, i let him vent to me when it all got a bit too much for his poor leopard heart to handle. anyway, this one day he was lookin’ after me, on account of my foster father bryan ferry being away on tour. and it was a hot afternoon, this one. really hot.’ she sinks down on her heels. ‘the kinda hot that drenches you in sweat no matter how still you stand. the kinda humid that makes your palms slick and your eyelashes heavy. most of the animals were tucked away underground by midday, but the bigger sorts like me and jahooli, we couldn’t exactly join them. so jahooli said, why don’t we make our way down to the river?’

holly feels her spine prickle. it is eerie, the way her friend’s stories pull her in.

she follows vince along to said river, feels jahooli’s long speckled tail curling round her shoulders, bumping against her collarbones, keeping her close. feels the slick wetness of the air, feels the burn of her lungs as they work in shallow pumping gasps. breathes in the hot dark of the bush, the low chatter of the canopy. soon the lumbering gait of the leopard slows, the river is in sight — the banks are busy with boars, bucks and buffalo, sunning lizards and mice. slow-blinking crocodiles cruise in the shallows. vince is not afraid of them. (holly would be.)

‘is it true if you’re being chased by a crocodile you should run in a zig-zag pattern?’ she interrupts (not because the story is getting a little too tense for her or anything).

vince rolls her eyes, makes a face as if holly has asked her the stupidest question in the world (considering just yesterday she asked holly whether all numbers bite or if the three digit ones are just especially fiesty, they clearly have different opinions on what counts as a ‘stupid question’). ‘if a crocodile were to haul its fat arse out of the nice cool water just to give you a bit of trouble, you probably did something awful to deserve it. why? are you plannin’ to go pokin’ sticks at ‘em? cause if you are, insult their music taste, they’ll go absolutely mental. most crocodiles are obsessed with alice cooper, so there’s a good starting point, have that one on me.’

‘so what’s—‘

‘oi, hush! do you want this story or not?’

holly shuts up. vince lowers her voice.

the jungle is sweaty now, the riverbanks a dripping piccadilly circus. jahooli has left vince’s side, gone to make conversation with ranbir the great panther, so she ventures alone to the water’s edge (the animals watch over her, they all like her, tiny and pink and strange as she is) and dips her feet in. the water is so clear and cold it hurts, but soon the pain ebbs and gives way to a calm coolness. she sits down, slides in up to her knees, lies back against the soft mud

the jungle is treacle now, bubbling and pooling, thick. vince soon drifts off and the leaves behind her eyelids are red. the stars are wheeling gulls, the air is thick with salt-spit, her eyelashes tangle and she slips down into the mud. somewhere else, the dulcet waves begin to lap. the elephants have arrived. jahooli and ranbir share a look before they approach, hackles raised (they are not mean-spirited creatures, but they do like to play a prank).

the jungle is long gone now, and vince dreams of strawberry ice cream. somewhere else, jahooli and ranbir wind around each other dizzyingly, teeth flashing slick and sharp. somewhere else, the elephants are fussing, distressed by their feline dance, their ashy trunks whirling as they back up their feet. pelts twist and brush together before the big-cats turn, open their jaws and let out a combined roar that wakes vince, sends animals scattering, splits the sky in two —

and the jungle rumbles. and the elephants charge.