#buck's literally just sitting there he could reach that himself and yet

[brightdarkly]

You think you can scrounge them up for me? I'll see what I can rustle up.

Clegan + acts of service (5/?)

[keraxxx]

Hi, this is my first Ethan landry request. But can u do a Ethan landry x black bimbo reader.

Where the reader is roommates with Ethan and Ethan has a massive crush on the reader she loves how perrky she is but she can have her mean days. Ethan gets super duper of the revealing clothes she wears, which makes him turn on.

So when the reader is all alone by herself she gets a phone call from a raspy voice, she play a game where Ghostface basically tells her to strip all her clothes until he comes in the house, but the reader is surprised that Ghostface is Ethan, but Ethan tells her to keep this a secret.

Im sorry if this is alot

(Also he likes to nickname the reader by calling her bunny, princess, sweet dumb thing."

A/N: Wait a minute.. no shame on this one 🤭🤭 THANK YOU SM FOR REQUESTING!! I’ve been dying to write a story after last night so this is literally perfect for me. 💋💋 I hope you like it!!

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Stupid girl

Ethan Landry x Black Bimbo! Reader-based on images.

Warnings: Smut, pet names, masturbation, pervy Ethan, and unedited work (let me know if i missed something)

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Oh how Ethan couldn’t stand to see you with your tits on display or how your skirt rises up your thighs when you sit down. You were practically teasing him and he knew it. You both were roommates and you couldn’t help but leave a bra or two laying the living room.

Every time you even walk by Ethan or hug him, you swear you could feel his dick throbbing against your stomach. He was such a perv, but who said you didn’t like it? Ethan always say men staring at your tits whenever you’re at parties and you always pushed them out.

God he couldn’t stand seeing you

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“Hey Ethan?” You said as you bend over looking behind the couch. “I know this sounds very weird but have you seen my panties?” You look at Ethan and see him leaning against a door frame. “Hmm what color?” He asks smirking. “They are my favorite pink lace thongs!” You frown and push your curls out your face. Ethan just stares at you for a bit before speaking.

“Nope i haven’t seen them. Sorry princess.” He smirks and walks away. You scoff at the nickname and continue searching. Meanwhile, Ethan went back to his room and locked the door. His cock was throbbing at the sight of you. He reached his desk and sat down as he opened a drawer.

“God.. they look so perfect.” He smiled to himself as he took the panties out and started taking off his gray sweatpants. Groaning, he slowly rubbed the lace on his red tip, shivers being sent up his spine as he did so. Ethan mumbled to himself as he slowly started playing around, smearing pre-cum all over your “pretty” panties. He couldn’t help but buck his hips into his hands.

Ethan was so close. He couldn’t stand one more image in his mind of you with his cock in his mouth you stripping naked in front of him. He covered his mouth as he came into the underwear so quickly. “Fuck-“ He said into his hand his eyes rolling back. “That’s perfect..” He thought to himself at this new plan. Ethan knew what he had to do and he had to do it tonight.

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You were acting all innocent sitting on the couch watching a reality television show, you breasts on display as always and your shorts a bit too short. You giggle at least every 3 seconds watching the drama unfold until your phone started vibrating. You look at your phone to see it say “Unknown.” Knowing you, you thought it was one of your boy toys so you picked up.

“Hello?” you said almost seductively. “Hello.” A man responded with a raspy yet deep voice. You raise an eyebrow. “Who is this?”

“My little dumb doll… so pretty.. ass on display for every man to see huh?” The man says panting slightly, almost like he’s in the heat. You roll my eyes. “If you want an ass picture just say so?” You say annoyed.

“No.. i want more than that.”

“Oh yeah? What do you want mystery man?” You’re slightly intrigued now and kind of turned on.

“Strip naked right now.. even though you can’t see me doesn’t mean i’m not there doll.” He says. You can hear smirking almost like this is a joke to him. Your eyes widen slightly as you get up to look around you. “What did you say?” “I said strip!” He yelled. You jumped slightly but obeyed. “Fuck you…” You said as you put the phone on speaker, setting it down on the couch.

You slowly take off your cropped shirt revealing your lace bra. The man hummed in satisfaction and told you to keep going, so you did. You nervously took your shorts off showing off your new pair of things that are this time blue. “A matching set? Oh how cute for a curly head like you.” He laughed. “Keep going bunny.”

For some reason this man sounded oddly familiar. You started to think about the way he spoke and slowly took off your bra and panties. Your wetness was practically dripping down your thighs, leaving a glistening spot against your skin, your nipples hard. “Mhm.” The man said as you saw a figure from the corner of your eye.

“That’s just perfect.” You saw a man with a ghost face costume on? He walked up to you and you slowly backed up, but he was faster as his hand flew to your waist pulling you in. “Fuck..” you whispered. The man took off his mask and it was Ethan. He was smiling and looking you up and down. “Ethan? What the fuck!” You say slightly amused yet concerned. He’s the ghost face?

“My princess.. how cute you look with your thighs wet like that.” He pushed you back slightly onto the couch, you on the bottom him onto. His knee pressed between your thighs and his hand on your waist still. “How cute you look like this..”

“Ethan..” you whispered almost a moan. “Maybe if i fuck you well enough you won’t tell anyone hm?”

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A/N: Y’all to be honest i love this idea so much. I might make it into a series. What do y’all think? Also keep requesting!

[incorrectbatfam]

When Bruce has ever gone too far in his controlling/paranoid mentally with any of the batfam, Alfred will calm yet sternly say "Bruce. Thomas. Wayne. you will stop now."

Alfred rarely has to do it as a stern glare usually stops Bruce in his tracks, but it is the fastest way to make Bruce pause and realise he has taken things too far.

"Bruce. Thomas. Wayne. You will stop now."

Bruce froze. Literally. His fingers stuck to the keyboard, creating a long string of E's.

Tim opened his mouth to say something before quietly retreating to change out of the sweaty costume. Damian's eyes flitted between them. Jason whistled under his breath. Dick, Cass, and Duke, like Bruce, stood paralyzed despite having no hand in this.

Alfred was angry.

That was an understatement, but no words could describe the fury radiating from him so the meager angry would have to suffice.

And Steph…

Before he could reach out and say something, she spun around and hopped on her bike, leaving a trail of smoke in her wake.

Alfred instructed the rest of them to clean up and get to bed. No one—not even the dog—objected.

He turned to Bruce.

"Fix this."

With that, it was just Bruce and the cave bats. He gazed at the spot Steph previously stood, the case file no longer mattering.

How was he supposed to fix this?

He pulled up the GPS tracker but stopped.

He put the tracker away and went to the lockers to get out of the heavy costume. The kevlar dropped to his feet and he immediately put it away so Alfred wouldn't have to. As he ran his hands through his hair, his eyes went to the row of Robin display cases. He walked over and gently rested his hand on the fourth one.

That's how it always seemed. Dick was old enough for the man-to-man talks. Jason could always be reached through a peace offering after an argument. Tim's persistence made him easier to reach and Damian's dedication spoke for itself.

But Stephanie…

Right now, his hand against the glass, was how it's always been. He watched her in action, he knew her strengths and shortcomings. And yet there was always this barrier between them that he could never circumvent. He was Batman, she was Spoiler. They were the same cape cut from two different cloths.

He cared about her. He respected her. He mourned her loss and celebrated her return. He trusted her, though after tonight he wasn't sure if it was mutual. She was a good fighter; a good hero.

He missed her.

Longing came in different colors. Some likened it to a hole in their chest that could never be filled. Others wished for what they never had.

Then there was this one. This kind of longing didn't fit into those neat, poetic boxes. It was a mess because what he wanted for her, what he wanted for himself, and what they both needed spilled like paint cups, the pigments muddling until he couldn't tell where the red ended and gray began. The instinct to try and separate them would only lead to swirling it around, making things even more indistinct.

And yet, it was that instinct which brought him in plainclothes to the roof of a hole-in-the-wall Burnside diner.

"What do you want?" Her words were flat and clipped as she picked at the waffles in a takeout box.

"I want to talk."

"Not my problem." She took another bite.

He gestured to a box, even though her back was turned toward him. "Can I sit here?"

"Don't care."

He sat down, keeping some distance. Steph eyed him.

"Why aren't you in costume?"

"I don't need to."

"Whatever you wanna say, just get it over with. You're ruining my appetite and I paid thirteen bucks for these."

Bruce took a shaky breath. "I want to say I'm sorry."

"Apology acknowledged."

He continued. "I should've trusted your new intel instead of thinking I had all the facts. I got so caught up in following the protocol and closing in on Black Mask that I didn't notice the danger his fallback plan put us in." He wanted to put a hand on her shoulder, but pulled back. "Because of you, Cass and Duke got out of there safe. So thank you."

"Sure, no problem," she drawled. "I would hate for Batman to lose any more sidekicks."

She stabbed her waffles harder.

"There's something else," he stated.

"Nice observation. You really are the World's Greatest Detective."

"How can I fix things?"

She shot up. "That's the problem. You try to take everything into your hands without letting anyone else make necessary changes. Every time I pitch an idea, I get shut down 'cause it doesn't follow your stupid bat-procedure. Like, I get it, I'm young and I'm not perfect, but it feels like you're treating me with kid gloves even though you're not my parent."

The last bit felt like a needle to the chest, but he brushed it off.

Steph kept going. "I don't know if it's a family thing, but I noticed you don't listen to me as much as the others. If my ideas are crap, tell me. Don't pretend you didn't hear me and move onto the next person."

Guilt pooled in his stomach. "I'm sorry, really," he said. "I didn't know I was doing that."

"Of course you didn't." She sat back down and put her chin in her hands. "I should've expected that. Batman doesn't need Spoiler."

"Hey now—"

"The bat existed before and kept going after I put on my mask. But if it makes you feel better, Spoiler doesn't need Batman either."

And she was right. The same cape from different cloths meant they could unstitch themselves from each other anytime they wished. Batman could save the city alone. That was true.

A couple cars passed, honking at each other despite ample room. The smell of garbage and cigarettes hung like an unfinished explanation—one he'd rather leave on the curb.

"Batman might not need Spoiler and Spoiler might not need Batman. But I want you to know that even if you never see me as a father, you'll still be my daughter."

He took off his jacket and draped it over her shoulders.

"We don't need to fix this right away. Whatever you want to do, I trust your judgment."

[tothemeadow]

Giyuu being edged for what feels like hours, his dom is gentle though! And worships his body and every sound he makes but also makes Giyuu beg to cum and ask politely

I've had this sitting in my inbox/drafts for literally ever, surprise surprise, but I'm trying to make a conscious effort to write for this blog; my motivation has its ups and downs, and I like to write for other fandoms too

'breathy wonders' / Tomioka G. x Reader

warning: NSFW but not explicit, just some good ol' Giyuu loving (and him being a bottom)

words: 493

notes: GN reader, short piece but effective

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The pain is near excruciating.

He’s there, so close, so desperate; wanting, needing, yet not allowed to take.

It’s unfair.

It’s unjust.

It’s wonderful.

That little band is wrapped so neatly around him, its color pure as snow, its silky texture tortuous against his heated flesh. It’s so hard, both his body and the will to breathe. He begs for mercy. He begs for release.

“I wish you could hear yourself right now,” you murmur into his ear. A tease of a smile brushes the shell of his ear. “My beautiful darling, how melodic you sound…”

You know exactly what you’re doing to him. Giyuu is easy to please, easier to taunt. His ragged gasps say as such, his flushed chest pushing high towards the ceiling.

A kiss greets his sternum. “Breathtaking… You’re such a beauty, you know that? My dear Giyuu, such a good boy for me…”

Your praise makes his head swim. He twitches pathetically, clear droplets running down the side of his length. Your kisses trace down his body, breath fanning over the divots of his abdomen, the shallows of his ribs. Goosebumps cover the entirety of his body. Although he doesn’t say anything outright, the sheer pleasure radiating from him makes the air heady.

A gasp escapes from his pretty lips as you kiss his sensitivity, mouth getting covered in his wetness. So delightfully desperate he is, yet he needs more. He can’t stand it.

Mouth bleeding gold, he bucks into your touch, silently pleading you to finally take mercy on him. You merely laugh, a slight puff against the hard flesh, but it’s more out of amusement than mockery.

“I can watch you like this for hours, my dearest,” you coo, shifting upwards, mouth brushing against his ear once more. “Coming undone… Crying, begging… You’ll give me what I want, right? A little show just for me?”

He swallows thickly. “Please.”

You kiss away a bead of sweat dripping down his temple. “Be more specific, Giyuu.”

“Please let me cum,” he whispers in a rush. He’s unbearably red at both ends; tears well up in his eyes, making those lustrous sapphires a sweeping ocean. You can see your reflection clearly.

“Can you beg for me? Hmm?”

“Please!” he cries. “Please, please, I want to so bad, I need-“ He cuts himself off with a pathetic whimper.

You merely coo, hand reaching down and undoing the bow tied around him. The light touches from your fingertips send him careening off the edge; his entire body arches as pleasure overtakes him, tears streaming down his cheeks as he squeezes his eyes shut.

There’s a mess left in his wake.

With a tsk, you trace your finger over him, a slight pout appearing on your features. “Oh, Giyuu… I never said you were allowed to cum, did I? Now look what you’ve done… Bad boys deserve to be punished, don’t you agree?”

Giyuu licks his lips, gaze snapping to yours-

“Yes.”

[diazheartsbuckley]

Fuck it Friday

Tagged by the amazing @wildlife4life @wikiangela @theotherbuckley @daffi-990 and @jeeyuns 💗 (sorry if I forgot anyone 🥹)

Literally just came up with this one but holy shit it has the potential to become a good wip ahhh

Also I actually made it on a Friday aswhjsuwkgd

“Quit being such a baby!” Eddie said, eyes focused on Buck’s back. His soft skin was covered in cuts and scrapes from the tumble that he had taken down a hill a few hours prior.

Eddie had tried to warn him about it when they were out on the call but Buck being Buck had to go off on his own and had to halfway be rescued as well

Not having thought much of it, Buck had just brushed himself off and gone back to work, ignoring his aching skin.

It wasn’t until later in the day when he hadn’t shut up about it, Eddie had almost pried Buck’s shirt off in the locker room and made him sit down on a bench in front of him.

The fast yet lingering touch of the shorter mans hands on his sides had made Buck’s face burn hot and his fingertips stretch almost subconsciously to touch Eddie back.

“But you’re being way too hard!” Buck protested, nearly stumbling over his words as Eddie was standing behind him, touching his skin so gently yet the antiseptic liquid made every cut sting.

Eddie snorted at Buck’s words as he continued to rinse his wounds - how they even got to be so bad was a mystery to him. He dapped the blood away from Buck’s skin, making sure that every piece of gravel and dirt was washed away.

The funny thing about this was the fact that Eddie hadn’t even given much thought to the fact that he had actually undressed his best friend. Or well, at least his shirt.

It somehow felt natural, to be touching him and to be taking care of him like this.

Before finishing up, he placed some gauze on some of the worse spots on Buck’s back and he sighed deeply as he let his eyes trace up and down his freckled skin, simply allowing himself to take it all it.

He had seen Buck shirtless a well of times yet there was something that set this time apart from the others.

Maybe it was his lingering touch.

Maybe it was the fact that he didn’t even hide that he was staring.

Maybe it was Buck’s slight heavy breathing that continued even after he had moved his hands away from his body.

“There you go” Eddie mumbled, his focus drifting to Buck’s muscular shoulders then up to his neck before it finally reached his biceps.

Buck had bulked up a lot over the years, filling in his uniform and his everyday clothes just a little bit more with every passing week. And Eddie fucking loved it.

How could he not?

“Thanks, Eds”

Buck’s voice was just slightly lower than usual as he reached out for Eddie’s hand over his shoulder.

Eddie placed his hand on top of Buck’s, both their hands now resting on Buck’s warm shoulder.

With a small smile on his face, Buck traced his thumb across Eddie’s calloused knuckles and for a second, all of the air in Eddie’s lungs got stuck in the back of his throat, hindering his otherwise steady breathing.

“Of course, Buck. You know that I’d do anything for you”

Eddie’s words held so much sentimental meaning yet right now, the tension between them made it clear that that wasn’t what he was going for. Far away from it actually.

He took a step closer to Buck, the distance between them a few inches and soon he allowed himself to lean fully against Buck’s naked back, feeling the heat from his skin radiating against his thighs and stomach.

“Likewise, Eddie”

Buck spoke carefully, swallowing the lump that had formed in his throat and his body started to heat up in places that it really shouldn’t right now.

It became apparent that they both had feelings that they wanted to act upon as Eddie’s grip on Buck’s shoulder became a little more firm when Buck’s breathing became more and more unsteady.

“Not here”

Eddie whispered, tracing the side of Buck’s neck with the side of his index finger.

Tagging my lovelies!! @thewolvesof1998 @forthewolves @watchyourbuck @eddiesbvckley @eddiediaztho @disasterbuckdiaz @mattsire @bucksbirthmark @giddyupbuck @cal-daisies-and-briars @jesuisici33 @i-ghostgirl @nmcggg @edward-teachs @fionaswhvre 💗🦋

[doubledown]

Minors DNI. Plain and simple.

Denki and everyone involved are 19+ and the reader is a masculine presenting and trans. If I have gotten anything wrong please let me know

Okay so I wanted to make it known that the reader can be any race you come up with or you want since it's literally you. The reason I'm saying this is due to a post I saw talking about how their works are only for white males so I just wanted to make that very clear since I don't want any type of confusion

Tw: Public?, Vibrator, Mention of Spanking, Degradation, Edging, Mention of Masochism, Blowjob, Stalking, Masturbation

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" Y...Y/N p-pleasee turn i-It down...Ohh fuck please...." Denki begged quietly trying to gain some kind of sympathy from you or at least a reaction to his request. This definitely wasn't how he thought this was gonna go. He wasn't usually too bratty with you but he had been wanting to try out that new flog you got for punishments and though maybe if he teased you in front of your friends and a few sorta kinda major rules he could get that when you two got home. But he had forgotten on itty bitty teeny tiny thing. You didn't mind punishing in front of people. In fact you actually had a thing for it to be perfectly honest and it had just so happened you had bought him a new vibrantor to wear since he short circuited the others. Luckily this one happened to be made out of metal. So if he shocked it he shocked himself. And with him being the masochist he is that wouldn't quite be good in the public eye especially not for a pro hero.

You leaned in his ear a rather devious smirk on your face. "Aw why? Did the slutty little bitch get tired already? " You asked for a moment looking into those trembling yellow eyes. " Too. Fuckin. Bad. " You laughed leaning back into your sit and turning it higher then it already was causing him to set his head on the table trying his hardest not to cum in his pants. And right when he thought he was going to burst and beginning to accep his fate the sensation stopped all together. In all honesty you don't really know what made him so out of line today. Usually he was pretty good for you. But they all have their days of humorous 'disobedience'.

" No...N-No turn it back on..please please please b..baby turn it back on..." He whined trying his hardest not to be too loud since your friends were literally in a booth in front of you. You almost laughed at his pathetic state. He was practically drooling on himself with those glazed over eyes. You almost felt sorry for the poor thing of a hero. You simply sighed as you made a gesture to under the table which he quickly got under. You didn't even have time to fully take out your cock before he was on it. Almost made you moan out allowed.

" Fuck....denki s-s..MHM....s-Slow down " You panted laying your head down on the table your hands gripping his hair. Yet you already knew he wouldn't. He loved dick too much to stop. Denki was practically praying nobody caught him like this. He doubted the press would let it go if it happened to leak. Yet all the worries faded when that pleasuring touch came back. He pulled out his cock teasing the tip and bucking his hips into his hand. It was taking everything in him not to cry out from pleasure. Every small whine or moan from his throat sent vibrations through your cock practically sending you over the edge each time till you finally came pouring seed down his more then willing throat. He almost choked when he finally reached his peek his eyes almost rolling to the back of his head and his mind going blank for several long minutes.

Thank god there was napkins under the table and your friends were completely oblivious. But you couldn't get rid of the feeling you were being watched. You looked behind you yet nobody stuck out as suspious so you turned back to attend to your dazed lover.

Todoriki had cum all over his hands by the time you and Denki had gotten done. Why couldn't that have been him? After all Denki wasn't half as strong as he was nor was he even close as intelligent. Why would you choose such a fuckin low budget knock off when you could have something orginial and fresh? No. No. He had to be patient. His time would come soon where he would get be in your arms and doing all those lewd things you did with him.

[spliffymae]

songstories - a series where spliffy writes whatever comes to mind when she hears a song.

⚠️ mainly fluff !!

todays tune:

kingpin!reiner is literally a stoic chunk of man. like he does not lose the hardened expression on his face. not even when he gets good news. he keeps a poker face the entire time, leaving his men to question if he ever cracks a smile or even a tear. literally has no emotion whatsoever when in the trap. really only focusing on making his money, his supply, and making sure his employees are properly looked after. he doesn’t smile when plug!connie makes a joke, or when plug!eren overreacts when armin purposely hands him less then his usual ounce to distribute to his clients.

but…

kingpin!reiner let’s his stern, cold face go the second he enters his home and finds you, his beautiful wife, by the stove, swaying your hips to the r&b that comes from the bluetooth speaker as you prepare dinner for him. your dressed in a pair of his boxers and a bralette, humming the tune of the song as you flip over the steaks in the pan.

his shoulders drop and he lets out a sigh of relaxation, finally able to hang up the hard act. he doesn’t approach you just yet, he first leans against the wall to take in the sight before him. you in pure contentment, preparing one of his favorite meals. when you see him, your lips pull back to reveal a sparkling smile, eyes cheery and cheeks swelling at the sights of your husband.

“hi baby! i didn’t hear you come in.” you quickly go to him so that you could engulf him in a hug, your slippers shuffling against the hardwood floor as you wrapped your arms around his neck and hugged him tight. reiner picked you up with ease, a hum of satisfaction when he had you in his arms. it always made you giggle when he would carry you, the amount of times you tell him you may be too heavy but he shrugs it off.

“my pretty girl” he gives you a playful slap on the bum, kissing your cheek as he walked you back to the stove. “smells so good, baby.”

“thank you, bubs. i wanted to make your favorite tonight,” you unwrap your legs from his waist to stand back at the stove and get back to the steaks. your mashed potatoes and roasted veggies were already done, and reiner fought the urge to help himself to a quick taste from the pot. you would pop his hand if he did, you’ve done it before.

he wrapped a big arm around your shoulders, giving you a sweet kiss to the temple. “i love you mama. lemme go wash up.” with another hit to your bum, he smiled before walking into the bedroom to take a shower. he smelt like weed and sweat— a smell you grew to live with but one he hated. he didn’t want his work life to stink up his home life. not when he had you to come home to.

when he came back, smelling fresh and clean dressed in some pajama pants and a t shirt, the food was plated and you were pouring wine into two glasses.

“your too good to me, baby.” he let his hand spread across your back, rubbing the lower part and then moving to your stomach, massaging the soft skin between his fingers.

“mm not now. you have to eat.” you try to pry his hand away but he squeezes your stomach, pulling you flush against him. you could feel his hard on press against you, he even bucked his hips up a few times to grind against you.

yet , kingpin!reiner obliges once you face him with your plump lips in a pout, whining that messing around would make the food cold and not as good as it is now. so he takes a seat across from you, grinning at the food before him. he only smiled in relation to you. whether it be at the sight of you or the look on his face when he sees your home cooked meals. if it had nothing to do with you, his beautiful and doting wife, then it was not worth his time.

his workers would gawk at the sight, if they could see it. they never believed their leader could smile. but only if they could see him now, sitting before you with a smile reaching his eyes and ears, heart shaped irises focusing on how beautiful you are and how lucky he is to have you.

kingpin!reiner was a stoic chunk of man, unless he was around his lovely wife.

[chartreuseian]

Hey, for the fanfic emoji ask, 🙌 ☕️ 🐎

Thank you!!

☕Coffee or tea while you write?

Tea! I don't drink coffee. But I like the smell. So if anyone wants to drink coffee and sit with me while I write, I'm down!

🐎 Would you ever do a medieval or pirate au?

Probably not. Not because I have anything against them, but I just don't think I have the skills for it. I was never a history kid at school, so I know literally nothing about the medieval era and pirates are a big meh for me.

Though if anyone wants to write those for me to read, I'm so down! It'd probably kick start my own obsession with it, if we're being honest...

🙌What's a line or paragraph of yours that you're proud of?

(I'm putting this last so I can give you a sneaky little train fic sexy tease under the cut below - be warned, it's very NSFW!!)

So this is hard, because once I've written it, I have a tendancy to completely forget that it exists. I'm going to use this an excuse to give you a little tease from the most recent train fic chapter I've written. They've just left his family so it's the first night they've had to themselves in a while (off of a train at least) and Helen is teasing him by making a show of undressing.

For context, he's sitting on the bed and she's put her foot between his legs while she takes off her stockings.

And yet he didn’t look away from those clever, sure fingers as the moved back to the now loose silk of her stocking around her thigh. He watched, enraptured, tortured, utterly fascinated, as her fingers pushed the fabric down over her leg, exposing first her kneecap, then the round curve of her calf to his hungry gaze. It didn’t matter that he’d seen said leg dozens of times before, or that he could recall the way that skin felt under his lips as he worshipped her, it felt like the most intimate view of her he’d ever had and Nikola found himself shaking more than he had on their wedding night. When she reached her ankle, she pointed her foot (and boy did he groan at that), before sliding the stocking off completely. The move had her wrist brushing against the underside of his cock and he gasped, jerking forwards as the unexpected jolt of sensation that rushed through him. Once again Helen chuckled and he glanced up just in time to see her smug smile. “Whoops,” she whispered, her grin unrepentant. Nikola groaned, straining against the invisible restraint of her words as his eyes dropped back to the bare leg now between his. It seemed safer to watch that skin than her face. Or it was until she leaned over, draping her stocking (so soft and so entirely bathed in the warmth of her skin) across his erection. A garbled moan slipped from his lips at the sensation, hips bucking wildly as he thrust up into the ghost-like touch of silk against his cock. When his movements dislodged the fabric, leaving it to pool against his hips, he moaned helplessly. “Serves you right for being so greedy,” she teased, drawing her leg down.

[fiona-fififi]

Oh for the wip ask I’m intrigue by both Eddie’s gone

Hi, anon. Thank you for the ask!

So these two actually are not directly related to one another, though they are both hella angsty.

The first (Eddie's gone) is a coma!fic that explores the idea of Eddie in an extended coma, while Buck and Christopher have to find a way to go on without him as the possibility that Eddie could wake up becomes increasingly hopeless. There are several snippets somewhere on my blog, but I cannot remember the tag. It's probably coma!fic. Here's what I believe to be a new snippet. This one was inspired by 6x01. Warning, it is angsty.

Hey, Buck!

Buck jolts awake at the sound of Eddie's voice—that bright, happy tone, full to the brim with joy and hints of laughter.

Christopher!

His heart feels like it might explode—beating hard against his chest as he thrashes his way up into a sitting position on the bed, whole body thrumming with sudden adrenaline it has no way to release.

Because it's not real—he knows it's not real—but his body has yet to catch up with his mind, and he thinks his heart might stop with how much it hurts to feel like Eddie's there.

“Sorry.” It's Christopher's voice—tiny and quiet in a way that makes Buck ache, because it's steeped in so much guilt, and Buck never ever wants him to feel that way. “I just—” he pauses, voice catching and tears forming in his lashes.

Buck lets the corners of his mouth tip up in a sad smile as he forces his shoulders to relax. “Just wanted to hear his voice?” Buck asks, soft and careful, trying his best for comfort.

Christopher nods, trying so hard to keep the tears from falling. “I don't want to forget.”

“I know.” Buck scoots himself back to lean against the headboard, and then reaches out for Christopher, lets Chris tuck himself into his side. “Me either,” he promises, nodding for Christopher to restart the video.

The second (Eddie's gone - alternative universe) is literally about Buck waking up in an alternative universe where Eddie dies in the well collapse. So. Also angsty. There's a little snippet below, but WARNING it includes suicidal ideation and reference to major character death.

The day of the funeral, he thinks about dying. About throwing himself over the edge of some cavernous, empty space just like the one that had swallowed all of the light in his world when it had taken Eddie. 

Thinks, maybe, he'd wake up in the world that's supposed to be.

The world where Eddie had come back to him.

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[thegettingbyp2]

Literally obsessed with you clay fic. I'd totally be down for a part 2 if you wanna write one!

I Felt It

A/N: Really hope you like this, I had so much fun writing this!! Also, the things this gif does to me <333

Feeling Clay Barber’s lips against yours for the first time in 10 years was definitely not how you thought today would go. Yet here you were, sitting on the sofa in your trailer on set, Clay’s arm wrapped tightly around your waist, holding you against him as his lips worked against yours. Your fingers tangled in his hair as his tongue slipped into your mouth and you couldn’t help the moan that escaped your throat; you were surprised at how familiar his lips felt on yours and the weight of his arm around you felt. You let out a gasp as Clay groaned and, keeping his lips connected to yours, pulled you around his body until you were straddling his lap and you could feel his bulge against your crotch.

You broke the kiss but you both stayed in the same positions, panting against each other’s lips, just staring into each other’s eyes. Clay’s hands moved from your waist to run underneath your skirt to smooth over your bare thighs, causing a shiver to wrack your body.

‘I felt it,’ you whispered, Clay’s eyes flickering shut as your lips gently brushed against his as you spoke. ‘I felt it from the moment I bumped into you earlier,’ your hands made their way down the back of his head until your fingers were able to lightly toy with the hair at the nape of his neck. Clay grinned at you and pulled you impossibly closer to him, the both of you groaning when your centres brushed against each other.

‘I knew it,’ he mumbled as he crashed his lips against yours again. This time, the kiss was a lot rougher and you felt like your lips were going to be bruised by the time he pulled away but that didn’t stop your hands slipping underneath his t-shirt, coaxing a shiver from him as your fingers grazed his stomach. Pulling away, you lifted his t-shirt up his body until he finally helped you to rid it from his body, leaving him shirtless in front of you.

You dipped your head into his neck and started to leave kisses along his shoulders and down his chest. As you made your way down his body, slipping off of his lap and onto your knees, Clay pulled your own t-shirt up, discarding it on the floor next to his before both of his hands moved to cup your tits that were bare underneath your top.

Whimpering as Clay brushed his thumbs lightly over your nipples, you couldn’t help but push your chest further against his hands, making Clay chuckle. ‘You’re still so beautiful,’ he murmured, lightly pinching your nipples between his thumb and middle finger. ‘Why were you walking around without a bra on baby? We’re you hoping his was going to happen?’

You nodded, knowing that you weren’t going to be able to form any proper words at the moment. Clay lent down to press another quick kiss to your lips before you moved back down to your previous position. You pressed a teasing kiss to his cock over his trousers and you felt his hips buck up. However, as soon as your hands had managed to undo his belt, push his trousers down to his ankles and wrap your hand around his cock, you were quickly pulled back to straddle his lap.

‘This isn’t 10 years ago anymore, baby, you put my cock in your mouth and it’s game over and I don’t know about you, but I’m not ready to finish this just yet.’ Clay quickly flipped the two of you until your back as against the sofa and he was hovering over you, attaching his mouth to your nipple. You whined as his lips created a seal and begun to suck gently, sliding one hand down your body to flip your skirt up and push your panties to the side to let his finger slide up your pussy.

‘Clay, please, I can’t wait anymore,’ you begged, pulling his head away from your chest and connecting your lips once again. Whilst you were kissing him, Clay reached down to line himself up at your entrance and he pushed into you without warning. You clung to his shoulders, pressing your chest against his, as he started to thrust in and out of you. His touch burned against your skin as he ran a hand up your back, keeping you pressed against him. There was something about the simple feel of his hand on your back, the way it felt like he was cradling you as if you might break, that had you hurtling towards your orgasm quicker than usual.

‘Baby, you’re incredible,’ Clay moaned as he watched your head tilt back, exposing your neck to him. He lowered his head and started to suck hickeys into your skin as his pace sped up, nearing his own orgasm. His hand moved up to hold the back of your neck as you started to whine louder, tilting your head back up to look at him. He pressed his lips to yours again, swallowing your moans and whimpers as your legs began to shake around his waist and you clung onto him for dear life as your orgasm shot through you. ‘That’s it, good girl,’ Clay soothed as hips snapped harshly against yours a couple of times before stilling, emptying himself inside of you.

As Clay was coming down from his high, you peppered kisses along his cheeks and forehead before finally pressing a soft kiss against his lips. He carefully pulled out of you, the both of you gasping at the feeling before Clay moved to sit on the floor, next to your head, letting you lay on the sofa.

‘You were right,’ you gasped, still not having caught your breath.

‘About what, baby?’ Clay asked, tilting his head to look at you a soft smile gracing his features.

‘Us. The fact that spark is still here, it never left.’ You rolled onto your front and grinned at the man sitting in front of you.

‘So what are you saying?’ Clay asked, knowing exactly what it was that you were talking about, he just wanted to hear it from your lips.

‘I’m saying that I want us to try this out, see if it works,’ you said, dropping a kiss onto his bare shoulder.

Clay let out a laugh before he hauled himself up off the floor and lowered himself back down onto your body, burying his head in your neck, making you laugh. ‘Then it looks like we’ve got 10 years’ worth of catching up to do.’

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i saw boy!pussy charles in 📓’s most recent boy!pussy ask. and my god. all i can think abt. its my boy’s birthday yet im thinking about charles mf leclerc 💀.

anyways. so boy pussy charles is obviously so insatiable and so horny all the time. his pretty pink pussy just always dripping and ready to be filled. but you also would like to be full. like come on it’s not just him who loves to be filled. so new idea, double ended dildo. being so close to him and both grinding down on the same toy drives him mad. because he’s so full but his mommy is also feeling so good. so charles is so happy. still even in a moment of such sweet pleasure, ur charles’ dom so must also do ur job. just praising him like mad. holding his hand and occasionally reaching down to rub his pretty clit. he comes three times by the time uve cum once and he’s not happy with that at all so even tho he cannot move his jelly legs, he still maneuvers himself so he can eat you out until even. and he’s pleasuring mommy so even better.

- 🍁

Listen every day is a day to think about Charles those are the rules. And this is just…. Oh my god.

Firstly, yeah he’s always insatiable. If anything, it’s only gotten worse since he met you because it’s even better with you?? You actually manage to satisfy him and make him feel so fucking good, rather than just endlessly horny.

(Sidenote: a version of the poly!piarles verse where Charles is an omega who literally can’t function unless he gets knotted by both you and Pierre at least once a day)

Now that he has someone who can actually make him feel safe and good and satisfied…. He is insatiable. He always wants to be filled, always has to change his panties around you because he gets so wet so easily.

But of course you’d like to some pleasure too! And Charles is always so happy to try and help you feel good, though I do think his absolute favourite is so be fucked out he can’t even move and then to watch you pleasure yourself. It’s so good.

Though you decide to try a double ended dildo just to see what happens, to see what you both think of it. When you propose the idea to Charles, you barely even finished your sentence before he’s trying to order one online because this must be tried IMMEDIATELY.

And fuck it’s so good? At first you want to try back to back, so that you both can fuck yourselves backwards onto the dildo but Charles refuses that because it’s not close enough?? He wants to be able to see his mommy!!

So instead you sit facing each other, your legs over each other’s and then you put the dildo between you both and move it back and forth to fuck you both at the same time.

Charles is just mesmerised by where the dildo goes into you??? He can’t stop staring, whining a little whenever you push it deeper into him but really he’s so taken by the image of it going inside you.

But of course charles is very sensitive. No one cums quicker than Charles. So you know he’s going to cum more times than you are, and you’re more than happy with that because he’s your good boy and he deserves to feel good.

The moment you touch his clit it’s over for him. He cums almost instantly, crying out and bucking into the dildo and whining as you keep on playing with his clit. You know from experience that you can send him from one orgasm straight into the next if you keep pressure on his clit so that’s exactly what you do.

The poor thing can’t even feel his legs anymore and you haven’t even cum once!

Maybe he even asks you to play with yourself? You’re very confused by that request, because normally he wants your hands on him as much as possible (even though Charles is always so horny, he doesnt like masturbating since he started seeing you, because your touch just feels so much better. And he’s your good boy! You can’t expect him to touch his own clit that’s your job!!)

So you ask him why he wants you to touch yourself instead and he goes “Mommy!! Wanna see you cum, please mommy? Please can I see?”

And well…. How could you ever deny him? So you turn your attention back to yourself and Charles watches everything completely mesmerised.

After you’ve came once, you just have to make Charles cum again. He’s so turned on from watching you cum that he’s literally dripping down the dildo, so really you just need to lightly slap his clit and he’s gone.

He legs shake so much that he actually loses his balance and can’t hold himself up and end up laying on his back by the end. He looks so good though, struggling to catch his breath because he just has his world rocked.

You’re more than happy to end it there, both because you’re satisfied from your orgasm and because Charles is clearly done for the day (or like…. Done for the next two hours).

But Charles is having none of that because this was supposed to be able you both getting the same amount of pleasure, and you only came once but he came three times. That’s not fair!! That’s not good boy behaviour!!

Maybe you actually have to suggest to him that he eats you out until you cum two more times? Because his poor fucked out brain can’t think that far. All he can think about is how he’s been such a bad boy because his mommy only came once but he came three times. Obviously that means he must be very selfish and that’s bad! Bad boy! Bad Charles!

You realise you have to handle this quickly because he’s always very sensitive after orgasms (another Sidenote: you can’t ever tease him or even joke with him after an orgasm because he will burst into tears), so you suggest that he eats you out until you cum two more times so that you’re both even.

And fuck he’s so exited?? He loves tasting his mommy so much!! And you’ve told him that doing that will make it so that you’ve cum the same amount of times and therefore are both even so he can be a good boy again!!

Seeing him try to get into position to do it both extremely hot and extremely cute. Because he can’t even use his legs or arms properly but he’s determined to end up laying on his tummy between your legs because he’s gonna taste his mommy!!

He’s so good for you, putting all the brainpower he has left (it’s not much but it’s good enough) into making you cum two more times, and of course you keep a tight grip on his hair so that you can basically just grind against his tongue.

And fuck he’s so happy when it’s done, licking his lips to get as much of you as he can and then happily cuddling you because he’s been good!!

[wikiangela-fanfics]

You're my greatest gift

Fandom: 911

Ship: Buck/Eddie

Words: 2.6k

I was making Christmas cookies with my fam, and this idea came to my mind haha I started writing this a few days before Christmas, but had no time to actually finish it but I managed to right on time lol - some of it might be weird and rushed and silly, but whatever, it was written in fragments over a few days between 2 and 3 am lmao

Merry Christmas everyone 🎄❤️

AO3 here

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“Oh, fu- forking hell.” Eddie swears, in time correcting himself, as he’s trying to be careful and not swear in front of his kid. “Why is this… like that?” he complains. The cheerful Christmas songs playing in the background do not make his mood any more Christmassy.

“You need to be gentler with it.” Buck laughs, coming over to him and taking the Christmas-tree-shaped cookie cutter with falling apart dough, out of his hands. He’s wearing a brand new Christmas-themed apron, and he looks so cute in it. Eddie wishes he could grab that apron to pull Buck close to him, and plant a kiss on his lips. It’s not happening, though, it’s not like that with them, unfortunately. Not yet, at least. He can’t be one hundred percent sure, but he feels like they both feel the same, they’ve just been dancing around this for a while.

“I’m very gentle. It’s this fucking dough.” Eddie pouts, this time forgetting himself about the swear words. He hears Christopher giggle, from where he’s sitting at the table, cutting cookies from his own batch of dough. Eddie turns towards him: “Do not ever repeat that.”

“Okay, dad.” Chris rolls his eyes.

“It’s not the dough, the dough is perfect.” Buck says, and Eddie’s attention is back on him, or, more specifically, his hands, that are currently cutting out the perfect cookie and placing it on the baking tray. “I thought you were bad at cooking, and this is not even cooking, Eds.” he chuckles. “This is literally just cutting out shapes from the dough that I made. How are you messing this up?” he shakes his head, and looks at Eddie with a shit-eating grin. 

“How should I know?” he throws his hands up in frustration. “I guess I just suck.”

“So dramatic.” Buck shakes his head. “You don’t suck.” he rolls his eyes, fond exasperation visible in his face, and he’s still smiling. Eddie almost wants to smile back. How can you not, when you see Buck’s adorable smile? “Add more flour, it won’t stick to the board.”

“Whatever.” Eddie grumbles, feeling his face get warm. He grabs the cookie cutter and jams it into the dough a bit too roughly. Eddie does not have the patience for all that cooking, baking, kitchen-related stuff. 

“Okay, that is not what I meant.” Buck laughs, reaching out and grabbing Eddie’s hand. His face feels even hotter now. Buck guides his hand into a spot in the dough, presses the cookie cutter there, presses the stamp lightly – Eddie bought those fancy cookie cutters with stamps built in when Christopher came up with the idea to make Christmas cookies – and then shakes the cutter a bit, and when he gets the Christmas-tree-shaped dough out of it, it looks flawless. “See? Not that hard.”

“It’s boring, though.”

“No, it’s not.” Christopher chimes in. “It’s fun.”

“Is it?” he scrunches up his nose, and hears Buck laugh, before he quickly closes his eyes, when Buck flicks flour at his face. “Hey!”

“I said add more flour.”

“Do it yourself.” he can’t help a laugh that escapes him, as he throws some flour in Buck’s direction as well. That starts a war, and Eddie briefly thinks that they’re gonna have to clean this up, but ultimately, who cares, it’s Christmas – well, technically Christmas Eve.

They end up just throwing the flour all over the kitchen, over counters and the floor, and they get Christopher with it, too, which is when he joins in, laughing, for just a moment, until he gets bored, or fed up with them, and goes back to the cookies. All of them are laughing, and are actually having a lot of fun now. Then, there’s a moment, when Eddie prepares to throw more flour at Buck, but he’s close to him and manages to grab Eddie’s hand to prevent that. Because of that, and because of how Eddie’s trying to get out of his grip, they end up real close together. Eddie sharply inhales, when his face is suddenly way too close to Buck’s. For a moment they just look at each other, and Eddie swears he notices Buck looking at his lips at least three times in just a few seconds. Eddie licks his lips nervously, and his heart is hammering. Is this happening? Is this finally happening? He’s almost sure Buck’s starting to lean in, when they hear Christopher’s voice, as he announces he’s done with his batch, and Buck and Eddie awkwardly move away from each other, nervous smiles on their faces. Dammit, Eddie really hoped it’d finally happen. He’s pretty sure Buck wants that too, so maybe it will soon. Hopefully when they’re alone, with no interruptions.

Buck smiles and goes over to Chris, where a whole baking tray is filled with raw Christmas-shaped cookies, ready to be baked.

“You did it so fast, wow!” he says, wiping at his forehead, though there’s still flour on his face. “Let’s put them in the oven, then. And your dad can finish his part while those are baking.”

“Did you finish yours?” Eddie asks, amused.

“Got distracted.” Buck flashes him a grin, as he opens the pre-heated oven. “So, when they’re baked, they’ll cool off, and then we can decorate.” he adds, and, honestly, Eddie is not looking forward to that. He should’ve just made some excuse and let his boys do this on their own. He loves spending time with them, of course he does, and he is having fun, but decorating sounds even less fun than what he’s doing now.

“Okay. So can I go to my room now?” Christopher responds, getting up from the table.

“Sure, I’ll come get you when they’re ready.” Buck ruffles his hair, and he complains, because Buck is still very much covered in flour, not unlike Chris and the whole kitchen. But honestly, Eddie prefers all the cleaning to any kind of cooking. “So. Let’s finish the cookies, and then we’ll clean?” he suggests, once Chris is gone.

“Fine, whatever.” Eddie shrugs, going back to his portion of the dough. “This is so boring.”

“Aw, come on, Eddie. Where’s your Christmas spirit?” Buck asks cheerfully.

“I think it died when it saw my attempts at making cookies.” Eddie responds deadpan, and Buck bursts out laughing. Eddie can’t help a smile. Buck’s laugh is one of the most wonderful sounds in the universe.

“If you stopped complaining, you’d have it done already.”

They talk a bit more while working, and finally they have another two trays of cookies – Eddie’s looking slightly more messy, but, honestly, who cares, they’re all gonna be eaten anyway. In that time, that first batch is baked, so Buck puts it on the counter and lets it cool off, while they put another tray in the oven.

“That’s a lot of cookies.” Eddie comments, as he tries to brush off the flour from his clothes. “Who’s gonna eat all that?”

“We are.” Buck shrugs. “Or we can put some of them on the Christmas tree!” he adds suddenly. “We’d have to add holes in that last batch, though.”

“Okay.” Eddie relents. It’s Christmas. He can do some more kitchen-related stuff. The only thing making it worth it is his son’s happiness, and Buck’s presence through it all, of course. So, they do that. It doesn’t take as long as Eddie anticipated. None of it does, really. He just really doesn’t like cooking – and baking, whatever. 

Then, they get to cleaning, starting with their own clothes. Buck ruffles his own hair, shaking out any remaining flour. Then, he stands in the middle of the kitchen with his arms spread wide, and spins around slowly.

“Is there any more flour on me?”

“Uh-” Eddie looks him over carefully, really enjoying it. Finally a good excuse to shamelessly ogle him. “Yeah. You still have some on your face.” he watches as Buck wipes at his face with his sleeve, but he doesn’t get it all. Without thinking, Eddie steps closer to him. “Here, let me.” he pulls his own sleeve over his hand, and wipes the powder from the tip of Buck’s nose, a spot below his jaw, and a little bit from his forehead. He only realizes how close they are again, and that his other hand is on the back of Buck’s neck, when he notices the look in Buck’s eyes, they’re so wide and open and vulnerable, full of hope and wonder… and Eddie hopes to any god that’ll listen, that he’s not imagining it. He smiles softly, leaning in a bit closer. He gathers all the courage he has in him to say: “Seems like we were interrupted earlier.”

“So you decided to recreate the moment?” Buck raises his eyebrow, trying to sound smug, but his voice is shaking a bit.

“Maybe.” Eddie shrugs, and bites his lip nervously. Buck’s gaze immediately drops down to his lips. “So. Where were we?” he whispers now, as if speaking any louder would break the moment again. He looks at Buck’s lips as well, then back to his eyes, questioningly.

“Well, I wasn’t exactly sure then. I know where we are now, though.” he swallows audibly.

“Yeah?” Eddie breathes.

“Yeah.” Buck suddenly closes the remaining few inches, and gently presses his lips against Eddie’s. Eddie melts against him, his mouth immediately opens, deepening the kiss. He wraps his arms around Buck’s neck, bringing him as close as possible, and Buck’s arms are around Eddie’s back. The kiss is soft, but hungry, they’ve both been waiting for it for such a long time… There’s no rush now, but it’s like they’re trying to catch up on lost time, put as much of that longing and pining, and as much of the love and attraction that’s been building up since they met, as much of all of these emotions as possible. It’s rushed, and a bit sloppy, and passionate. Eddie never wants it to stop. Buck smells like the fresh cookies he just pulled out of the oven, and his cologne that Eddie loves so much… and flour, too, obviously. He tastes like the hot chocolate he and Chris have been drinking, and his hands are firmly holding Eddie… and he just overwhelms all of Eddie’s senses in the best possible way. He momentarily forgets about anything and anyone else. It’s only him and Buck, nothing else exists at that moment. 

And he’d love for it to stay that way for just a little while longer, but then they’re interrupted once again, this time by the oven beeping. Buck starts to pull away reluctantly, but Eddie chases after him. He’s prepared to let those cookies burn if that means a few more minutes of Buck’s lips on his. 

“Eddie.” Buck chuckles. He has the biggest smile on his face, and he’s blushing. Damn, Eddie wants to kiss him for the rest of his life. “Give me a minute, I’ll get the cookies out.” he leans back in to press a short peck to Eddie’s nose. “Now that I know- We can get back to that later. And do so much more of it.” another soft peck, this time to Eddie’s lips. Eddie just now realizes that he’s smiling widely. He’s so happy, he almost feels as if he’s dreaming. If it is a dream, he’d like to stay in it forever.

“Fine.” Eddie rolls his eyes fondly, as he watches Buck go over to the oven, his eyes not leaving him for a second. Then, Buck takes the tray out, and checks on that first batch.

“Oh, those are ready to decorate.” he says, his tone half-cheerful, half-disappointed, as he looks back at Eddie longingly. “I should go get Chris.”

“Yeah.” Eddie smiles. So maybe he’ll have to wait to kiss Buck again, but that’s fine. Now he knows that it’s going to happen again, so he just feels excited. Despite the worst part of the evening just starting – decorating. He’s gonna suck at it so bad. 

And he does. It does not go well. Buck and Chris make fun of him for being as far from artistic as possible. Though, in Eddie’s opinion, they put way too much effort into their cookies, that turn out amazingly well. Eddie’s cookies look awful in comparison with theirs, and there’s probably way too many things on them – Eddie just knows they’re going to be way too sweet – but it’s no big deal, it really doesn’t bother him. Still, Buck goes out of his way to assure him they’re fine, which is unnecessary, but sweet nonetheless.

It’s still a lot of fun, and Eddie’s in a much better mood, which does not go unnoticed by his son, who asks about it. Eddie just laughs nervously, as he and Buck exchange glances. He’ll tell Chris soon, tomorrow maybe. First, he and Buck need to talk, make sure they’re on the same page. Because it’s not just anyone, it’s Buck, and Eddie’s all in, he’d marry him right this second if he could. He just needs to know that Buck knows that, and that they’re on the same track that will eventually get them there. 

Later, they hang a few cookies on the Christmas tree, and Christopher is really excited about the idea. After that, it’s bedtime. So, after his kid goes to bed, Eddie and Buck finally get to cleaning the kitchen, which is a mess. Eddie wants to talk to him while he has the chance, because he knows that as soon as they’re done, he won’t resist jumping straight to making out.

“Hey, Buck?” he says, from where he’s sweeping the flour off the floor.

“Yeah?” Buck grins at him from across the kitchen, and it’s such a disarming smile, Eddie’s knees get weak.

He’s sure he wanted to say something else, something more subtle, just start the conversation… but he just ends up staring and Buck and blurting out on one breath:

“You know I’m completely in love with you, right?” 

Buck looks a bit stunned for maybe half a second, before his smile turns into the softest, fondest smile Eddie’s ever seen, and he crosses the kitchen in three steps, takes Eddie’s face in his, and kisses him deeply.

“I’m absolutely, madly in love with you, too. I have since… hell, I think I’ve been falling for you since the moment I saw you.” he whispers, staring right into Eddie’s eyes. Eddie feels as if all his dreams just came true – which, they kind of did. 

“I think I have, too.” Eddie admits. He might not have known it until a few months ago, but it’s true. Those feelings have been building and building since they met. “I just want you to know,” he starts, his tone firm, his hands covering Buck’s, which are still on Eddie’s face, “that I am one thousand percent in. I want this. Us. Forever and ever, until the end of the world.”

“That’s great, because I’ve never wanted anything more.” Buck responds, beaming. “I love you, and I love Chris, and I love our family, and I’ll be here forever and ever.” he teases, leaning in for another kiss. “As long as you want me here.”

“I’m happy to hear that.” Eddie grins, leaning in again. “What would you say if we left cleaning for tomorrow?” he whispers right against Buck’s lips.

“I’d say… we’re gonna be so annoyed when we wake up to the mess. But I don’t care.” 

“Me neither.” Eddie kisses him again, and somehow they stumble into the living room, but only get as far as the couch. Their lips don’t separate for more than a few seconds until much later, when they go to bed, and fall asleep, cuddling.

Most of their evening is spent making out on the couch, with Christmas songs still playing quietly in the background from Buck’s phone, and the room is illuminated only by the lights from the Christmas tree. It’s a perfect Christmas Eve evening, and Eddie already got the best gift he could’ve asked for – the love of his life loving him back. 

[disasterbuck]

Lazy Mornings - Buddie

A lazy morning in the Buckley-Diaz household results in a revelation which leaves Buck a little emotional.

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"What did you say?" Buck asked sharply, pulling back so he could frown down at the boy. "Did you just say 'Dads'?"

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Sunlight streamed in through the window, illuminating the side of Eddie's face. Buck smiled and reached out with one hand to lightly trace his boyfriend's jaw. Eddie let out a quiet sigh and his eyelids flickered, beginning to wake up from the touch.

"Morning," Buck whispered.

Eyes opening fully, Eddie looked at Buck and a smile stretched across his face.

"Morning, Buck."

"How did you sleep?" Buck asked, his fingers making their way down Eddie's neck to his chest.

"Mm," Eddie responded, eyes closing again as he enjoyed what Buck was doing. "Like a log. What time is it?"

"A little after eight," Buck replied, tracing circles lazily.

"Saturdays are the best," Eddie murmured.

"They sure are," Buck agreed. "But you know what makes them even better?"

Opening his eyes again, Eddie smiled as Buck slowly leaned closer until their lips were just barely brushing.

"This," Buck said, and fit his mouth to Eddie's softly.

Eddie's eyes fell shut again as they kissed and a soft sigh escaped him, quickly swallowed up by the other man. He found himself pushed onto his back as Buck straddled him, hands creeping lower and beginning to play with his waistband.

Before they could go any further, the unmistakable sound of footsteps coming down the hallway reached their ears and Buck rolled off Eddie, lying beside him and staring up at the ceiling.

Eddie huffed a laugh and found Buck's hand with his, giving it a squeeze.

"Sorry," he whispered.

"Don't apologise," Buck said instantly, turning onto his side so he could look at Eddie and smile. "When I said I wanted all of you, that included Chris."

Eddie searched for words to express how much he adored Buck for loving his son, but he was still just staring fondly when Christopher knocked on their door and then proceeded to open it.

"Good morning!" the eleven-year-old boy sang, grinning wide.

"Morning, Superman!" Buck said, sitting up and gesturing for Chris to join them on the bed.

Eddie helped Chris climb up onto the bed, and the boy immediately settled himself in between them, giggling.

"How'd you sleep?" Eddie asked, pressing a kiss to Chris' head.

"I slept," Chris answered cryptically.

Eddie met Buck's eyes over the boy's head, sharing a questioning glance and a smile.

"Well, your dad and I were hoping to have a really lazy Saturday today," Buck said, poking at one of the dinosaurs on Chris' pyjama top. "So how do you feel about making us some breakfast?"

"I can make pancakes," Chris said thoughtfully. "Does that sound good?"

"That sounds amazing," Buck said, practically salivating at the thought.

Christopher moved as if to get off the bed again, but Eddie put an arm around him and pinned him down on the bed.

"No, not yet," Eddie said, burying his head against his son's chest. "I haven't had enough Chris Time yet."

Enveloping them both in his arms, Buck joined in on the hug to make extra sure that Chris couldn't wriggle out of it.

"Dads!" Chris whined. "You literally saw me two days ago."

"What did you say?" Buck asked sharply, pulling back so he could frown down at the boy. "Did you just say 'Dads'?"

Eddie had also lifted his head, his lips parted in surprise.

"Well, you are my dads, aren't you?" Chris asked, taking advantage of their surprise to break free and jump off the bed, catching hold of the bedside table to steady himself.

"Yeah, I mean-" Eddie looked over at Buck and was instantly distracted by the wide, watery eyes. "Buck? Are you okay?" He scooted closer, putting a hand on the other man's cheek.

"I'm..." Buck swallowed thickly and tried to blink back his tears. "Chris, you- You think of me as your dad?"

Looking over his shoulder at the doorway, Christopher frowned. "Do you not want to be my dad?"

"What?" Buck gasped. "No, of course! Of course I want to be... But... Chris, you already have a dad." His eyes flicked sideways to Eddie, who was still cupping his face gently. "I don't... I don't want..."

"Steph in my class has two moms," Chris said nonchalantly.

"Yeah, Buck," Eddie said, unable to contain the grin that was stretching across his face. "Are you saying Steph can't have two moms?"

"Of course I'm not saying that," Buck blurted out, his voice cracking slightly. "I'm just saying... I don't know what I'm saying."

"Are you crying?" Chris asked.

"Go get started on the pancakes, Chris," Eddie instructed, and Chris slipped out of the room silently.

"I've always wanted to be a dad," Buck mumbled, swiping at his eyes with the back of his hand. "I'm sorry, I don't know why I'm crying."

"It's okay," Eddie said, pulling him back against his chest. "I've got you."

Tipping his head back to rest on Eddie's shoulder, Buck stared up at the ceiling and took some deep, slow breaths to calm himself down. Eddie's hands soothed him, rubbing up and down his arms slowly.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" Eddie asked after a few moments of comfortable silence.

"Don't you?" Buck asked, tilting his head so he could look at Eddie. "I mean, the last time someone almost stepped in as another parent figure for Chris, you had a panic attack-"

"That was different," Eddie said immediately, and Buck moved away from him so he could turn and face him.

"Different how?" he asked.

"It wasn't you," Eddie said simply, shrugging.

"Eddie..." Buck's lips trembled and his eyes watered again. "You really mean it?"

"I love you, Evan," Eddie said, sliding a hand into Buck's hair. "I want you to be a part of our lives forever."

"I love you too," Buck avowed. "And I want... all of this. You, Chris, pancakes for breakfast-"

"You do know we've had this conversation before, right?" Eddie teased.

"Yeah, but last time didn't include Chris calling me 'Dad'!" Buck countered. "I just... Are you sure you're okay with that?"

"Evan Buckley," Eddie said, cupping the man's face with both hands. "Will you be a second father to my son?"

"If you want me to," Buck said with a watery smile.

"Idiot," Eddie said fondly, drawing Buck's face closer to kiss him, slow and languid.

"I'm your idiot," Buck said into Eddie's mouth, eyes closed in bliss.

When they pulled back from each other, just shy of taking things further again, Eddie grinned mischievously.

"Come on, Dad," he said. "We'd better go make sure our son isn't burning down the kitchen."

Buck's entire face lit up joyfully and he practically leapt out of the bed.

[cervidame]

Ok this ain’t on the ask list but.. Sooo... I don't normally ask this but I'm just curious. I just wanted to ask if you ever thought about writing theloise smut. or something a little more spicey anyway. because I would love to read your version of them just from everything in genesis. like the bit where the crumb last chapter fell onto eloise's chest and theo looked away because he was literally Overwhelmed had me covering my mouth and blushing even though I'm an avid smut reader. Soo yeah.

oh anon you are reading my mind. I started writing fanfic years ago and a lot of it has been smut so yup I am considering including smut for genesis and upping the rating. I'm undecided as of yet. if it's not included in genesis eventually the scenes would be published either as a separate work or added to genesis in a series of works. I write genesis scenes out of order. so one smutty scene already partly drafted and includes Theo & Eloise in the library with Theo teaching Eloise how to find pleasure after she requested it. Clinging to propriety, and trying not to lose his mind, Theo keeps his back to Eloise and instructs her while she sits on a desk on the opposite side of the room. This is only the draft of it so apologies for any mistakes.

“Theo?” she asked, nervously. 

She was relying on him. She’d asked him to do this. And he would, even if the memories of this night would haunt his dreams to madness for the rest of his life. 

“Alright, alright,” he said, softly, staring at the wooden desk warmly lit by candle light in front of him. “Gently, only a little pressure now, let your fingers explore yourself,” he told her, and explore she did, until they found what she enjoyed - small, tight circles above her opening, and he had to plant his hands onto the desk to stop himself from moving as her breath caught and her whimpers grew. 

“A little more pressure,” he said, keeping his eyes on the open book on the desk full of words he could hardly read as every sound he heard from Eloise behind him, close and not far enough away, sent his mind spiraling. 

“Truly?” she asked, but did so, and he bore a grim smile of satisfaction out of sight as she audibly moaned, and he could hear the sound of her now, wetness surely coating her fingers as he told her to draw them over her opening. 

“Little by little, put one inside, now Eloise,” after a moment of hesitation she did, and from there followed each of his words with no questions or hesitations only trust and perhaps a little desperation as he told her to curl that finger, then repeat those little circles with her other hand and soon he could hear the squeaking of the desk beneath her, perhaps she squirming, perhaps her hips were bucking in time with her fingers, perhaps he shouldn’t even think about it. 

“A-ah, Theo, this feels - oh, I’m - it feels good, Theo, what do I do--” she asked, panting, voice louder than ever. 

He squeezed his hands together tightly on the desk and said, “Shh, shh, it’s alright, you’re reaching your peak, the highest pleasure, you can let go, it’s alright I’m here with you, keep going just like that for me you’re doing so well.” She moaned again in response, a sound that he imagined could have been his name. 

“Let go for me, Eloise.”

And she did, tumbling over the edge with a sharp intake of breath followed by low, unsteady panting and a pause of silence. 

“I can’t believe it feels like that,” she said, filled with wonder. 

“It does not for every woman with her husband. Or so I’m told. At least now, whatever your situation you’ll know how to find pleasure for yourself.” “But you had only heard of such things and you knew what to do,” she said, and he could hear the frown in her voice. “I suppose some men don’t bother.” “I can’t imagine why not,” he said, too quickly and instantly regretted how much he’d given away just in one sentence. 

“What do you--” “Take your hands and draw them up, over your thighs and stomach, up to your chest,” he said. 

He heard the rustling of fabric as she followed his words, but not without asking why. 

“Men need time in between their peaks,” he informed her. “They say women don’t have such limits. Shall we find out if it’s true?” 

[moonlit-jeno]

red door, yellow door (m.)

pairing: mark lee x fem reader x jung jaehyun

genre/warnings: explicit sexual content | demon au | slight dubcon??? the mans a lust demon idk | Very mild horror themes | minor mlm | don’t attempt this game pls !!!

words: 8.1k

a/n: this is a repost from my old bts blog! pls don’t ask abt it bc i no longer actively follow bts :)

One of these days, you’re going to kill your coworkers.

You love them, you really do, but sometimes they can just be so dumb. It was Donghyuck and Renjun who came up with the idea to play this stupid game, one that is probably only played by naive 12 year old girls during slumber parties.

Normally you’d just brush it off, but Renjun had called you a wimp, so naturally you had to do it. Which is how you’ve ended up on your back with your best friend massaging circles into your forehead.

“Red door, yellow door, any other color door,” is being chanted around the room. You fight the urge to move your neck to a more comfortable position on Mark’s lap. Your hand twitches above your head, where your arms are raised. “This is stupid,” You whisper, and Mark laughs, scolding you lightly.

After a while, the mindless chanting lulls you to sleep, and you feel yourself drift off.

“What do you see?”

Two doors appear in front of you, one red and one yellow. They both look kind of old, paint chipping and peeling off.

“Anything else?”

A black door appears next to the yellow one and you find yourself drawn to it, wanting to go in. This one is shinier, considerable newer and more inviting compared to the other two

“Go in.”

You open the door and walk through, a sense of relief flooding through your senses as you give in to the pull. The room that you find yourself in seems never ending, the only thing in it a large bed.

“Do you see anyone?”

A man appears, sitting on the bed. The suit he’s wearing is unfitting for the plain surroundings- in fact, he’s unfitting for the surroundings in general. His teeth are blinding white when he smiles, not a hair out of place on his entire head. He’s attractive, all golden skin and beautiful features. Almost too beautiful. A shiver crawls up your spine, a tinge of discomfort bleeding into your senses. He smiles, dimples popping out, and you push the discomfort to the back of your mind.

“Who are you?” Your voice comes out distant to your own ears, echoing around you.

“Call me Jaehyun. Why don’t you come here, little bird? We can get properly acquainted.” The voice sounds haunting, like a distorted video. You wouldn’t believe that he’s speaking if his lips didn’t move in sync. Despite the unnatural voice sounding warning bells in your brain, you find yourself moving forward automatically and settling down on his lap when he pats his thigh for emphasis.

“And what’s your name, little bird?” He trails a hand up and down your thigh and you shiver, leaning back against him. He chuckles when you tell him your name, a pleased smile lighting up his features.

“Well, little bird, seems that we’re going to have some fun together.”

Your name is being echoed all around you, and you wake with a jolt, eyes flying open to see Mark staring at you.

“Are you okay?” The rest of your group is also gathered around you, standing in a half circle.

“Yeah, just fell asleep for a bit. Why?” You push yourself onto your elbows, sitting up so that you can lean against Mark.

Donghyuck plops down on the floor, sitting so that he’s facing you. “You were talking like you were having a conversation with someone. Who was it?”

You shrug, trying not to dull his excitement. “I don’t know, just some guy.”

“Was he wearing a suit?” Renjun asks, standing behind Hyuck. He grimaces when you nod. “Y/n, we literally told you not to talk to anyone in a suit. We told you not to talk to anyone. It’s in the rules.”

You roll your eyes, knowing how serious he gets when it comes to stuff like this. “Relax, it’s fine. He seemed nice, and it’s not like it was anything real.”

Renjun still doesn’t look convinced, but Mark interrupts his paranoia by doing what he’s best- or worst, depending on who you ask- at, cracking jokes.

“Hey, was he eating deviled eggs?” He laughs at his own joke, and everyone else groans. “Hey, don’t get mad at me. His place was probably such a hellhole.” The bad mood dissolves into jokes and loud laughter for the rest of the night.

You leave the party- or gathering as Donghyuck had called it because it sounded more mysterious- when it starts storming. The rain drenches you and pretty much everyone else that’s sitting on the porch, leaving you scrambling for shelter. Luckily, Mark offers you a ride.

“Sleep tight, don’t let the bed bugs bite!” Mark hollars out the window of his truck, his words getting lost in the night as he speeds off. His truck hits a pothole and you can imagine him swearing as his head hits the roof. Giggling to yourself, you unlock your apartment and slip inside. It’s close to 2 in the morning, so you decide that if you’re already not going to get that much sleep, why not binge Shameless?

You only get through two episodes before your eyelids feel heavy, and you have to fight to keep them open. On screen, there’s a bar fight that you try to take interest in, but sleep quickly pulls you under.

“Welcome back, little bird.” The voice is all around you, but no matter how much you turn and search, no one’s to be found.

“Turn around, little bird, I am here.” Spinning abruptly, you come face to face with the man from earlier, Jaehyun. He gives you a chilling grin.

“So we meet again,” he starts, and his voice no longer sounds eerie or inauthentic. He sounds like, well, a normal man. “Tell me, what would you do if I were to kiss you?”

You swallow, tongue darting out to wet your lips on instinct. “Depends. Are you a good kisser?” You aim for coy, but you miss the mark and land closer to worried.

“You could say that.” He pulls you close with one hand on the back of your head, stopping right before your lips. “May I?”

You nod, and he pulls you in for a gentle, closed mouth kiss.

It’s like that touch ignites a fire in you, because before you know it, your arms are thrown around his neck, dragging him closer to deepen the kiss. You lick along his lower lip and he readily grants you access, a throaty groan leaving him when you suck on his tongue. Liquid heat courses through your veins when he nips at your lower lip, tongue flicking over it in apology. You moan, raw and needy. He likes that, if the chuckle and wicked grin is anything to go by. Picking you up so that your legs are wrapped around his waist, he walks over to a bed that definitely wasn’t there before.

He drops you on the bed, and then suddenly you’re both naked. Jaehyun leans over you, all lean muscles and golden skin. His cock hangs hard and flushed between his legs, and you have the urge to swallow him down. He groans, as if reading your mind, and then reaches to pump himself slowly, long fingers wrapped around the length. “Not now, little bird, not now. I have something else in mind.” With one gentle push to your shoulders, you’re lying flat on the bed, Jaehyun between your legs. His mouth hovers over your core, already wet and dripping despite not having been touched. He plays idly with the slick on your upper thigh, drawing random patterns into the flesh. His eyes are dark, and you could swear that they’re entirely black, no white visible. He peers curiously up at you from between your legs, watching your reaction as his fingers get closer and closer to where you want him. Your breathing picks up as arousal thrums through your body, center pulsing and aching for some sort of relief.

“May I have you?” His breath ghosts over your center when you speak, the sensation making you even needier. 

You nod quickly. “Take it, fuck, you have all of me.” He grins, wasting no time in diving in. His tongue feels impossibly good, licking up your folds and circling over your clit. He leaves sloppy kisses along your core, one hand massaging your thigh and keeping you spread open. You cry out when his tongue pushes into you, his nose brushing your clit and sending sparks up your spine.

His tongue feels impossibly long, so good inside of you that you feel like you’re losing your mind. Your hips buck up desperately, riding his face to hell and back. One arm gets thrown over your stomach to keep you in place while two fingers from his free hand dip into your soaking core, curling into that spot immediately. Stars flash behind your eyes, one hand coming down to fist in Jaehyun’s hair. Your feet scramble frantically along his back, heels digging in in an effort to anchor yourself, toes curling at the sensations singing through you.

You feel your orgasm drawing closer, heat pooling in your center. You whimper brokenly as you try to chase after your high, grinding your hips along his tongue. He lets you, just holding his tongue flat out for you to ride.

You come like that, falling apart on his tongue, screams of his name falling from your lips. He works you through it, tongue gently licking along your folds, slurping up your arousal as if he hasn’t had a meal in weeks.

You lay there, boneless and whimpering weakly through the aftershocks until Jaehyun pulls away to kiss up your body. He licks into your mouth hotly, reminding you that he hasn’t come yet. You bat weakly at his chest, pushing him onto his back. “Your turn,”

He groans in appreciation at the view of you above him. “So perfect, little bird. I’m gonna have so much fun with your soul.”

This sentence freezes you in your spot. “What the fuck does that mean?”

Jaehyun meets your gaze, black eyes entrancing you. “That means, y/n, that I’m going to have your soul. You belong to me now, hmm?” One of his hands plays gently with a strand of your hair. “That’s what you agreed to earlier, no?”

“N-no.” You try backing away, but the inhuman voice from earlier is back, echoing everywhere, repeating his words over and over until you can’t take it anymore-

You wake with a gasp, hitting your head as you sit up. Your computer is still on your lap, episode fifteen playing. Fuck, you’ve only been asleep for forty five minutes. It’s not even three yet, and you don’t have to go to work until eight. Deciding there’s no way you’re falling back asleep, you get up and decide to bake.

Five hours later, your coworkers love you when you show up with containers of cinnamon rolls, five different types of cookies, and a coffee cake. Mark looks mildly worried.

“You okay? I haven’t seen you bake since high school.” You snap out of your thoughts and turn to face Mark. The look of concern on your best friend’s face is enough to make you feel guilty and you nod, forcing a smile onto your face.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Had a bad dream last night and couldn’t sleep, that’s all.” You respond, trying not to show how bothered you actually are.

“Wanna talk about it?” Mark leans forward over his desk, chin planted on his hand.

“No, it’s gonna sound dumb.” You whine, shaking your head. And it is dumb, even to you. You’re scared because you had a dream that some man ate you out and then told you he was going to take your soul?

“Well, you always sound dumb. Of course your dreams are gonna be dumb.” Mark laughs as you chuck a piece of cake at him, infectious laugh soothing you. You sigh.

Mark raises his eyebrows at you when you finish telling him your dream. “You’re scared because you had a wet dream? Damn, I’d be living in a nightmare if I was scared after every wet dream I’ve had.”

You kick him under the table. “Mark! It was really scary. He told me he was going to take my soul!”

Upon seeing that you’re actually freaked out, his face softens. “Look, y/n, you’ve got nothing to worry about. You probably just thought that he was hot, and your brain remembered his face and put it in a dream. I wouldn’t worry about it; what’s the worst he’s gonna do, haunt you?”

You give a shaky nod, agreeing. It’s not like something from your dreams could actually harm you. Mark reaches across the desk, taking your hand in his and giving a tight squeeze, warm brown eyes gazing at you openly. “And if something does happen, just remember that I’m your best friend. I’ll be here for you.”

“Thanks, Mark. Means a lot to me.”

He leans back in his seat. “Anytime, anyplace, anything. Triple A.”

You smile, raising an eyebrow. “Anything?”

His eyes go wide, taking in the glint in your eyes. “Within reason.”

“How about a sip of coffee?” You nod down at his cup, pasting a huge smile on your face.

“I did say within reason, so no.”

You huff. “I expected that.”

Although you don’t scare easily, it’s safe to say that you’re a bit unsettled tonight, especially after your nightmare last night. You find yourself jumping at every little noise, hand slamming the light switch on with your pulse racing every five minutes. This has been going on for an hour, and after a final sweep of your room reveals nothing, you decide that maybe a face mask will help you relax.

Your bathroom has two mirrors facing each other, which is normally a blessing when you do your hair, but tonight it does nothing but make you want to hide under your blankets.

Get a grip on yourself, you chastise, grabbing your phone and opening spotify. Maybe some music will help? You click on your Christmas playlist because what better way to cheer up than to think about your favorite holiday?

A mistake, really, because it seems that you’ve forgotten how creepy Santa is.

“He sees you when you’re sleeping, he knows when you’re awake,” Yikes. You stop that song in a hurry, feeling anything but comforted. No music then, noted.

You reach for your face wash, turning the sink on and waiting for the water to warm. You can’t help but glance in the mirror behind you every so often, paranoia getting the best of you. Man, you feel pathetic, worrying about monsters in your closet like you’re six and not twenty-six.

You wash your face quickly, hoping that your fears will wash away as well. No such luck.

You swear you see something move behind you after you dry your face off, but there’s nothing there. Shaking it off, you reach for your face mask, taking your time painting your face with the green clay.

It’s after your face is coated that you spot someone in the glass behind you. You scream, whipping around to come face to face with a man. Not just any man- Jaehyun.

Your heart thunders in your chest, eyes widening in fear. He seems to be in the mirror, copying your petrified expression mockingly.

“Hello, little bird.” He purrs, smirking lightly.

“Are you- are you in my mirror?” You’re in disbelief, mind struggling to comprehend this. First you spot him while in a weird trance, then in a dream, and now in your mirror? Maybe you’re having a quarter life crisis.

“No, I am not. Mirrors are just gateways to alternate dimensions. I’m merely using the mirror to visit you.” He says this like it’s common knowledge. It feels like your throat is made of sandpaper with how hard it is to choke out your words. “O-okay. I’m just gonna- yeah.”

You grab your phone from the counter and bolt, fumbling for your keys before jumping into your car and speeding off in the direction of Mark’s house. You call him, fingers fumbling on the screen. He goes to voicemail the first time, and your heart drops. “No, no, no,” you whisper frantically, calling again. He does pick up this time.

“Y/n? It’s the middle of the night.” His voice sounds gruff, and you feel guilty for waking him up. One glance in your rear view mirror reveals that Jaehyun is joining you on this ride, and you scream, car swerving violently to one side before you straighten it out.

“Where are we going, little bird?”

“Y/n? Are you okay?” Mark’s voice has lost its sleepy edge, taking on a concerned tone. He says your name again, more frantic.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Your tires squeal as you make a turn, now only two blocks away. “Can I- can I come over? I really need to be with someone right now.”

“Of course, you know you’re always welcome. The door’s unlocked.”

You hang up, willing the tears in your eyes to not spill over. Finally arriving, you slam on the breaks and haphazardly pull next to a curb, yanking the key out of the ignition and sprinting to Mark’s house.

You lock the door behind you when you step inside, testing the handle as if a door could stop a mirror traveling demon or whatever the fuck Jaehyun was from coming inside. “Mirrors,” you mumble, reaching the stairs.

“Y/n? What’s-” Mark stands at the top of the stairs, one hand rubbing at his eyes. You cut him off, flying up the stairs.

“Mirrors, fuck. Mark, we need to cover the mirrors!” You breeze by his shocked figure, not noticing the way he turns to stare at you incredulously.

“What, why? Y/n, are you crazy?”

Ignoring him, you throw a towel over the mirror in his bathroom, ripping open a pack of bandaids to use as adhesive.

You throw another towel over the mirror in his bedroom, collapsing on his bed when you’re done and finally allowing yourself to sob.

“Y/n, hey, what’s wrong? Talk to me.” Mark, as gentle and caring as ever, comes over to sit next to you, one hand combing through your hair.

“I- don’t laugh at me.” You stare him straight in the eye, pleading with him. You know you’re going to sound crazy, but you’re praying that your best friend listens to you. He nods, urging you to go on.

“That- that man I saw in my dream and during whatever fucked up game Hyuck had us play? He was in my fucking mirror, Mark. I- the whole night, I had this feeling that I was being watched, and then I went into my bathroom and he was just there, and-” You’re hyperventilating at this point, fighting for every breath, tears clouding your vision. “He was in my car, in the rear view mirror-” Mark pulls you closer, enveloping you in his arms and allowing you to sob loudly into his chest. You cry for a few minutes, until you’re finally able to pull yourself together.

“Shh, it’s okay. You’ve had a rough week, I know. It’s okay, everything’s going to be okay.”

He wipes a tear away from your check, patting you lightly. “Why don’t you go wash this off, okay? We can watch a movie after.” He offers, and until that point, you’d forgotten you were wearing a face mask. You grimace at the green imprint on his black shirt, but he just chuckles. “I’ll go grab you some water in the meantime.”

Nodding, you garner up the energy to walk to his bathroom. It’s fine, the mirror’s covered, he can’t hurt you. You close the door just in case, wanting an extra level of protection

You rinse your face with cold water, hoping that it will clear your mind. You give your face a couple more splashes before drying off with a towel.

“You missed a spot on your forehead.” You freeze before looking around wildly. There’s no one around, which can only mean that Jaehyun can still see you. Swallowing, you start the water again, rubbing at your forehead.

“And your left cheek.” You rub at the skin, being way too harsh but you excuse it considering your situation. “No, your other left. My left.”

“Jesus,” You growl in annoyance, reaching up to rip the towel down. Sure enough, there’s a splotch of green on your cheek. Jaehyun’s nowhere to be found. Maybe I am losing my mind.

You finish rinsing the mask off, finding some face lotion buried in Mark’s drawer, screaming bloody murder when Jaehyun appears in the mirror again. “Looking for me?”

“No! Leave me alone!” You cry, head spinning. Jaehyun fakes a pout, holding a hand over his heart in mock hurt. Do demons even have hearts?

“Ouch, little bird. You don’t want to finish what we started the other night? When I had you moaning so pretty, so wet for me. I’m sure your pussy would take me so well, hmm?” Your heart rate kicks up again, but for a different reason this time. You almost moan, thinking about the dream.

Because he was right, you had been so wet. The want comes back full forces, slamming into you like a truck. You remember how needy you were, wanting to suck his cock so bad, wanting him to fuck you like there’s no tomorrow. All fear that you previously had is slowly disappearing, fading into lust.

The demon smiles knowingly. “Ah, little bird, so you do remember. Remember how you promised me that you’re mine?”

You nod, eyes glazing over. You’re wet, panties starting to stick to your throbbing core uncomfortably.

“Mmmh, I bet you’re already dripping for me. Just waiting for me to come out and fill you up.”

Hearing your name leave his lips sends a wave of arousal crashing through you so strong that your knees buckle, grabbing onto the counter for support. He chuckles, but whatever he’s about to say is cut off by Mark.

“What were you say-” Your best friend trails off, eyes wide as he observes the scene. You snap out of your haze at the interruption. His mouth parts in shock. “You really weren’t kidding, shit.” He laughs humorlessly.

Then, quick as lightning, he rears back and punches the mirror. You scream in surprise at the crack, shards falling to the floor.

You and Mark both stare at the broken shards of glass on the ground, gleaming under the lights. “Mark,” You start, trailing off once you realize you have nothing to say. He seems to understand, walking forward until he’s close enough to pull you into a hug. You feel tears start to slide down your cheeks, dampening the cotton of your best friends shirt. You hug him closer, burying your face into his broad chest. He wraps himself around you, and you let yourself be lulled into the sense of security that his larger frame brings you. A sense of security that vanishes once you hear a low chuckle that definitely does not belong to Mark.

You both scream, leaping backwards and away from the noise. Jaehyun stands there, just in front of the door, with a shit eating grin on his face. You cower behind Mark, who is wrapping a protective arm around you while simultaneously trying to hide behind you.

“I really must thank you for finally setting me free. Normally I have to wait for some asshole with a ouija board, but then there’s just so many other demons that I have to compete with. So I just stick to the dream world-” He pauses to wink at you for emphasis “-but this is so much more fun.” His eyes are black, and you can’t tell where he’s looking. Swallowing, you clutch onto Mark’s arm for dear life.

The demon seems to regard the two of you for a moment, before his amusement seems to grow. He begins to move forward.

“Ah, Mark Lee. Lovely name for a stupid boy. Didn’t you know breaking a mirror is bad luck?” By this point, you and Mark are flattened against the wall, while Jaehyun stands less than a foot away from the two of you. There’s nowhere to run. This is it, you think, this is how I die.

Jaehyun chuckles, turning to you. You lower your gaze to the ground; it hurts to make eye contact with him. “No, little bird. This isn’t how you die, don’t worry.”

Then he’s backing away from the two of you, motioning to follow him. The logical part of your brain is screaming not to, but you find yourself drawn to him, legs carrying you after him without your consent, Mark clutching your arm tightly as he walks next to you.

Jaehyun seems to know the layout of the house, leading you straight into Mark’s bedroom. The demon grabs a chair from the desk and spins it around, straddling it so that he’s facing the bed.

He motions lazily. “Go on now, have a seat. Get comfortable.”

You find yourself sitting down on the edge of the bed, following his words like marching orders. Mark sits about half a foot away from you. Jaehyun shakes his head. “No, no, no. That won’t do. I said to get comfortable, did I not?” He raises an eyebrow as if daring you to argue with him. “Go lay down at the head board.”

You crawl to the head of the bed, settling so that you’re on your side, facing the demon. Mark follows suit, pulling you close to him so that you’re spooning. Jaehyun lets out a pleased hum. “Much better. Aren’t you much more comfortable now?” Nodding, you realize that you actually are more comfortable. It’s not just the change of position, but the energy in the room as well. The demon is no longer giving off a threatening aura. It’s more relaxed, maybe even happy? He certainly looks more relaxed, probably as happy as a demon can get, if not a little smug.

Your body is pulsing with energy, and it takes you a moment to place what you’re feeling. The earlier need to run that you had felt has been replaced with another need, albeit further down. Your thighs clench as another surge of heat pulses through your core, and your face warms at the realization. Why now, of all times, are you horny?

Jaehyun’s grin broadens as he seems to sense your dilemma. “Oh, little bird, if only you knew. Tell me, what type of demon do you think I am?” He watches you curiously, black eyes staring into your soul.

You try to tilt your head towards Mark, but the position’s too awkward and you only catch a glimpse of the side of his face. He looks a bit flushed from what you can see, teeth digging into his plush bottom lip, teeth that you could easily replace with your own- you blink, dazedly. What the fuck? Sexual thoughts about your best friend? That’s a new one. Even if you’ve noticed that he’s hot, you’d never thought about him sexually. Now, though, you can feel the hardness of his dick against your ass, and you can’t help but think about how good he could fuck you.

“Incubus,” You finally manage, blinking rapidly to clear the haze of your vision. Jaehyun grins, looking genuinely surprised that you’d gotten it right.

“Good girl. Make a little sense now?” You nod, fighting a moan as Mark starts to rock against you, slowly, as if he’s unconsciously doing it. Jaehyun notices.

“How about you, Mark? You doing alright over there?”

Your friend, your best friend, buries his face in your neck and groans, deep and delicious. It sends another surge of heat through your body, the growing need between your legs pulsing pathetically. “What are you doing to us?” The words are growled behind you, vibrating against the skin where his lips are pressed.

“Oh no, Mark, I’m not doing anything to you. The only thing I can do to you is make you realize your desires. Your deepest, darkest fantasies? I make that happen. Finally being able to fuck the girl you’ve been in love with for years? I make that happen.” The words take a minute to register with you, but you stiffen when the meaning hits you. Mark Lee, in love with you? An unlikely story, bordering impossible.

The demon chuckles at your inner turmoil, rolling his eyes at how dumb humans can be. “You too, y/n. You love Mark, even if you won’t admit it. You let the idea that he was too good for you scare you away from him. Do you not remember how often you thought of him, late at night after first meeting him?”

You groan in protest, not because it’s not true, but because you do remember. It had been so long ago. When you hadn’t known Mark, had only known of him. You pull away from Mark, awkwardly pushing him to lay flat against the pillows while you clamber on top of him.

“Mark, is it true? Do you love me?” You hold his face between your hands, staring into his eyes. He meets your gaze, pupils blown and eyes half lidded. He nods as best he can.

“So, so much.” Mark’s voice comes out raspy, matching his flushed skin. You lean down to kiss him, uncaring of the other presence in the room. Mark moans when your lips make contact, hands pulling you to straddle him. Your eyelids flutter at the feeling of his clothed cock against your center, rocking your hips to try to ease the throb of your core. His hands fly to your ass, pulling and kneading at the flesh as he urges you into a harsher pace.

The kiss is rougher, needier now, open mouthed and panting. Mark’s got his tongue tangled with yours, sucking in such a way that sends waves of heat through you. You want him in you, any part of him really.

Jaehyun seems to agree, speaking up from right next to you. You jump, having forgotten he was there although he’s the reason you’re like this in the first place.

“Let’s get the show on the road. As much as I’m enjoying this, I think we’d all enjoy something else a little more.” The demon reaches for the hem of your shirt and you nod, raising your arms above your head to let him pull the garment off. Mark groans at the newly revealed skin, hands going to cup your breasts through the fabric of your bra. “Fuck,” He whines, staring in awe at your chest. He doesn’t waste time before leaning up to kiss along your cleavage, pulling the bra down to expose your breasts. Another set of hands unclasp the bra before traveling down your torso to rub circles into your hip bones, sliding your sleeping shorts and panties off at the same time. Jaehyun throws the shorts somewhere off the bed. He keeps the panties, a pleased sigh leaving him as he appreciates the ruined fabric.

“Fuck, little bird. You’re really enjoying this,” He comments, as if he isn’t a fucking lust demon that can sense these kinds of things. You don’t voice your thoughts, because Mark chooses this moment to suck a nipple into his mouth, nibbling and sucking on the sensitive skin so that all you can do is moan. “You’ve even ruined your panties. They’re soaked.”

He hands the strip of lace to Mark, who lets out a throaty groan at the sight. “You’re not getting these back.” He informs you, slipping the garment into his bedside drawer. You ignore him, instead tugging insistently at his shirt. He takes pity on you, grabbing the collar and yanking the baggy tee over his head.

You let your hands slide down his chest in admiration, feeling the hard lines of his muscles. You lick your lips at how broad his shoulders are, how strong he looks. Jaehyun doesn’t give you much time to enjoy the view, gliding two fingers along your slit before circling around your little nub. A cry of pleasure leaves you to mindlessly press your face into Mark’s collarbone, nipping and sucking the flesh until you’re sure you’ve left a bruise.

Jaehyun slips the two fingers into your aching core, curling and dragging them so well along your walls. Sparks of electricity flow through your veins, heat pooling in your center.

Mark groans from below you. Looking down, you see that you’ve unconsciously dug your nails into his hard chest in an effort to ground yourself. You remove your hands, only to spot little red half crescents littered over his skin. You rub your palms over the marks as if to soothe them, but it seems that the man wasn’t groaning from pain.

“Y/n” He sounds so fucked out, voice hoarse and raw even though hardly anything has happened yet. “You look so good like this, so perfect for me.” He brings one large hand up to cup your cheek, thumb delicately stroking over your cheekbone before moving down to trace your lower lip. You part your lips, letting him slide in before sucking around the digit, tongue curling around it as if it were his cock. His eyes darken a fraction, tongue coming out to wet his lips, swollen and kiss bitten.

You moan around the digit as Jaehyun adds a third finger, stretching your walls so pleasantly that you can’t help but buck your hips back for more. A whine forces its way out of your throat as the demon pulls his fingers out of you, leaving an empty ache between your thighs.

“Don’t you think it would be more fun if she was sucking on something a bit bigger than your finger, Mark?” The voice startles you, breath tickling your ear as he speaks. The man under you nods, swallowing thickly. Your eyes are drawn to the way his Adam’s apple bobs with the movement, and a gush of wetness pulses down below. Your thighs are probably covered in your arousal at this point.

You scoot down his body, trailing kisses and bites down his toned stomach. You take your time unzipping his pants, sucking a mark into the soft skin below his navel. He’s hard as a rock, and you moan in appreciation at the sheer size of him once you shimmy his jeans down his thighs.

“No underwear?” You ask, mouth curling up in a teasing smirk. He huffs out a laugh, propping himself up on his elbows so that he can watch. “No, ‘s too restricting.”

You lazily pump his dick, thumb flicking over the tip once or twice. You plan to tease him more, but then Jaehyun’s pushing your head down and you have no choice but to open your mouth wide, innocent eyes peeking up at Mark as you take his cock in your mouth. He’s so big that you can’t take him in all the way, keeping one hand curled around his cock to stroke what your mouth can’t reach. You let it get sloppy, using your spit to ease the glide until you’ve got a pleasant rhythm going. Mark replaces Jaehyun’s hands with his own, gathering strands of your hair in his palms and using that grip to control your pace. “F-fuck,” He lets out a shaky exhale, letting his head fall back against the pillows once he’s satisfied with the pace.

Jaehyun slaps your ass, a loud smack sounding throughout the room. You moan, pitching forward onto Mark’s cock and gagging as he hits the back of your throat. A strangled cry leaves the man above you, his hips thrusting even further into the tight, wet heat of your mouth.

The demon kneads your stinging flesh before using his grip on you to pull your hips up. “Good girl,” You keen under his praises, sticking your ass up even higher. The warm, wet pressure against your center has you faltering, moaning almost violently around Mark’s cock. He doesn’t seem to be having any complaints, the vibrations forcing a moan of his own out.

Your eyes roll up into your head as Jaehyun wraps his lips around your clit, sucking harshly. You’re sure you’d be screaming by now if Mark’s cock wasn’t halfway down your throat. You’ve given up sucking him off by this point, content to let the man fuck your mouth while Jaehyun sucks your fucking soul out from between your legs. It feels so good, not used to being the center of even one man’s focus, let alone two.

Mark eases you off of his cock after you accidentally bite him, using your spit to ease the slide as he lazily fucks up into his loose fist. You rest your head on his thigh, alternating between moaning wantonly and mouthing messily against the skin as you feel your orgasm approach.

Jaehyun pulls away at the last second, and you whine loudly as your orgasm is cut off. The feeling of frustration leaves you close to tears, and you jiggle your ass in hopes that it will regain his attention. It does momentarily, as Jaehyun lands a harsh smack on the flesh, but he pulls away again.

“Mark,” The man in question looks up, hand freezing on his dick as if waiting for Jaehyun’s orders. And fuck, what a sight that would be: your normally brash and confident friend being so pliant and submissive to a near stranger… You blink out of it, feeling mildly ashamed even in your current state. Luckily, Jaehyun interrupts your thoughts. “I’m feeling generous today, so I’ll let you go first. You’ve been waiting long enough for this, anyway.”

Mark nods eagerly, pulling you into a desperate kiss. You paw at every inch of skin you can reach, searching for a release from the ache inside of you. Your wish is granted when he hooks two fingers in your soaking cunt, groaning at how wet you are. He scissors you open quickly, hissing at how tight you feel.

“Ready, angel? Want my cock?” The pet name has you moaning, though it draws a low chuckle from Jaehyun, who’s watching from his position next to Mark.

“Hurry up, already. Need you in me, ‘ve waited so long.”

Mark lights up at this, smile stretching his features. He looks so breathtaking in this moment, skin glowing and flushed, hair mussed up, eyes blown wide and half lidded.

“I’m yours,” He breathes, leaning up for one last kiss. His hands slide down to your hips, pulling you forward so that you’re hovering above his thick cock. “Ride me baby.”

“I’d love to.” Reaching one hand down to position him at your entrance, you start to lower yourself down. Of course, Jaehyun chooses this exact moment to stop you. He truly is the spawn of Satan.

“Little bird, hold on just a second. I found something of interest in the back of Markie’s brain.” You cringe as he mocks your earlier nickname for the man. “What’s this I’m seeing, Mark? You like it up the ass?” His tone is teasing, but Mark groans in embarrassment. His face has gone an alarming shade of red by this point. “N-no,” He tries to deny, sputtering excuses but Jaehyun cuts him off with a press of a finger to his lips. “Oh, Mark, don’t get shy on me now. It’s a perfectly fine thing to like. Little bird, you’ll get your turn in a minute. You,” He snaps his fingers at Mark. “Come here. Kneel up, just like that. Perfect.” He appraises Mark’s ass for a moment, hands moulding the flesh before slipping a finger in. Mark’s eyebrows furrow, and you shoot up in alarm. “Doesn’t he need lube?”

Jaehyun looks at you, surprised that you care, before chuckling. “I can produce lube. Perks of being a lust demon.” Winking at you, he returns his focus to Mark. You can’t see what he’s doing, but the pure pleasure present on your best friends face has you clenching your thighs together, waves of need crashing through you. If you thought he looked good before, he looks absolutely gone now. Breathless groans are leaving him now, eyelids fighting to stay open as he sinks down on the others fingers. You watch him, mesmerized, before shuffling over to him.

“How close are you?”

He forces his gaze down to you. “Kind of- nngh- close, w-why?” 

Wrapping a hand around his base lightly, you start stroking. “Will you come if I blow you?”

He moans, a punched out sound that takes you by surprise. “Fuck, yes, I’ll definitely come if you blow me.” You pout in disappointment. Upon seeing your crestfallen expression, he continues. “Maybe we c-can- oh, yes- figure something out. Jaehyun,” He turns his head back behind him, struggling to get the words out between moans. “Can I eat y/n out?”

There’s just something so hot about Mark asking for permission from someone else that you can’t help the whimper that escapes you. Jaehyun must nod, because then you’re being laid back, Mark settling between your thighs. He’s sucking sweet kisses into your core almost immediately, pulling your legs over his shoulders to give him better access. You’re letting out sharp cries of pleasure the whole time, eyes fighting the urge to roll back in your head in favor of watching Mark between your legs. A particularly well placed flick of his tongue has your hips rolling against his face, grasping the sheets in your hand as your mind blanks. The pleasure climbing through your system is insane, threatening to burn you from the inside out.

It only gets better once Mark starts moaning, his sinful mouth sending sweet vibrations traveling up your core. You manage to catch sight of Jaehyun behind him, kissing wetly along his shoulders and neck, features curving into a smirk once he notices you watching him.

“Little bird likes this, hmm? Like watching another man pleasure your boyfriend while he pleases you?” You hum, unable to tear yourself away from his gaze, unable to even think, letting his boyfriend comment slide. Whereas before it hurt to look directly into his eyes, you now find yourself getting lost in his dark orbs. It’s like a drug, your pleasure being amplified by the man, demon, whatever in front of you.

You finally break eye contact, head falling back against the mattress as Mark draws you closer and closer to your peak. Burying one hand in his hair, you use the leverage to grind your core against his face, chasing your sweet release. “C-close, Mark, please-” You don’t know what you’re begging for at this point. It’s too much but not enough at the same time. Jaehyun saves you from having to decide by cruelly ripping your orgasm away from you, again, dragging Mark’s face away from your pussy.

A few tears slip down your face at this point, frustration reaching its peak. Jaehyun wipes the tears away, laughing lowly. “Don’t worry, you’ll get what you desire soon.”

He must pull out of Mark, because your friend whimpers before seeming to realize what he just did and clears his throat uncomfortably.

“Mark, would you like to fuck our little bird now?” Mark nods, tongue flicking out to wet dry lips.

Jaehyun smirks. “Good. On your back. Y/n, ride him.” You don’t have to be told twice. You scramble onto your knees, wasting no time in straddling Mark before dropping yourself down on him. You both moan in satisfaction, you at finally being filled and Mark at your tightness. You have to brace both hands on his chest, almost collapsing at the overwhelming relief you feel. Beyond the burn of the stretch, his cock filling you up so nicely, there’s a sweet pleasure, a satisfaction.

You don’t wait very long to adjust, grinding your hips in smooth circles before lifting yourself off of him and dropping yourself back down. You quickly start a rhythm of you bouncing on his cock, eyes rolling at how fucking big he feels in you.

Mark’s hands are locked in a vice grip on your ass, fingers digging into the supple flesh and using his grip to urge you into a faster pace.

Jaehyun decides to join, coming up behind you to kiss at your neck, one hand reaching up to your mouth. “Suck,” He commands, slipping two fingers past your willing lips. You do, hollowing your cheeks and slurping around the digits, wishing that it was his dick. He hums behind you, bringing the wet digits down to your entrance, finding your clit with ease and rubbing fast circles into the little nub. You moan even louder now, feeling yourself speed towards your climax. You’ve been on edge for too long, you can’t hold on anymore.

“You close, little bird? Going to come on Mark’s cock? Gonna make him fill you up, pound into that dirty cunt?” His words get to you, your head falling back against his shoulder once more.

“Yes, yes! Oh, please, please-” He cuts off your mindless rambling by pulling you in for a kiss, one that you melt into. This is the first time he’s kissed you, and you’re quite upset that you hadn’t kissed him earlier. It’s a hot kiss, lots of tongue and teeth. It heightens your pleasure immensely, and you can’t stop kissing him. You suck on his tongue filthily, and oh, he must like that if the resulting groan is anything to go by. Even when he goes to pull away, you won’t let him, one hand fisting in his hair to keep him close. He seems to be speeding up your release, if that were even possible. Your mind feels hazier now, every sensation heightened, core screaming for release. You feel your orgasm twisting painfully at your insides, pulsing before finally exploding. The intensity of it rips a scream out of your throat, nails scratching across Mark’s chest as Jaehyun licks even deeper into your mouth, drinking up the noises you make.

When you come down, Mark is still thrusting desperately up into you, though he stops at the demons command. “From behind,” You hear Jaehyun say, but everything’s hazy at this point. Your mind is still fuzzy from your orgasm, and it’s like watching through a screen. Like you’re high, though you hadn’t had anything the whole day.

Mark manhandles you into position, hands and knees with your ass raised high in the air. He leaves one gentle kiss on your shoulder blade before relentlessly pounding into you, cock hitting even deeper in this position. Jaehyun kneels in front of you, pulling your face in towards his cock. You moan around him as he slips inside, mouth not quite burning at the stretch like Mark, though the demon still has you gagging. His cock has the same effect on you as his kisses did, and you feel addicted. You’re slurping and sucking and moaning around him, not wanting the intense pleasure to stop. You barely hear the kissing above you, taking far too long to register that Jaehyun has pulled Mark into a messy kiss above you. The image has you moaning even more wantonly, ass pushing back against Mark.

The kiss seems to have a similar effect on the man, because then he’s slamming into you at an even more relentless rate, moans higher and more frequent before he’s coming with a shout, finally filling you up. Your core pulses again at the feeling, and you suck at Jaehyun’s dick with renewed vigor. His hands fist in your hair, keeping you still so that he can fuck your mouth as hard as he wants. You relish in the feeling of your throat being fucked raw, spit dripping out of your mouth and down his cock. He lets out a deep groan, hips slamming deep one last time as he finishes. His cum seems to ignite a fire within you, because you’re coming almost simultaneously with him, despite not even being touched.

You collapse afterwards, dragging yourself to Mark and letting him drape himself over you. You let yourself drift off to sleep, sated and still riding the high.

The demon kisses each of you one last time, drinking in the last remaining parts of your soul, watching as the two humans take their last breaths. “Thanks for the meal, lovelies.” He chuckles, petting your head almost affectionately before walking out into the night sky, not sparing a single glance back.

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Electric Love

Plot - Out of everything you could be afraid of, it’s thunder and while you find it stupid and childish, Karl finds it rather cute as it’s a free card to get to hold you and mess around to “take your mind off of it”

Fluff & Smut

Warning - Fear of thunder, Karl being a cocky little shit, teasing, smut, praise kink, degradation, pet names, dirty talk, biting, unprotected sex (stay safe people), 

Pairing - Karl Heisenberg X Fem!Reader

[ I was feeling fluffy then I was drawing him on the side and now it’s smutty. Rough smut next? ]

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You had been dreading it all day, the storm that had been brewing and stirring since around lunch time. The dark clouds twist and only get darker as it starts to shift into night. You stand in front of the window of your room, staring out at the forest and ever darkening sky above. The natural hum of the factory had always kept you at peace but with the storm coming in you were on edge. When the rain started to come down you only grew more anxious as you tried to focus on the factory noise and the idea of your lover coming back soon. 

The rain outside only got louder, beating against the glass of the window Your heart’s racing in your chest as you back up and head to your bed. The room lights up with the flash of lightning as it carves its path across the dark sky. The thunder follows too quick and makes you jump, nearly falling and missing the bed had you not caught yourself. Your hand presses to your chest as you let out a shaky breath and settle on the bed. 

When another round of lightning passes you’re pressing your hand to your mouth, turning away from the window. You would have drawn the curtains but Karl had yet to fix them from when you two had broken them during a rather rough round of sex. There’s a knock on the door before it opens and the head of your favorite inventor pops in from behind the door. “Hey.” He greets before walking the rest of the way into the room, looking you over behind his glasses. “Still scared of big old thunder?” He muses, removing his hat and placing it on the chair by the door. 

You would have shot him a glare had it not been for the next crack of lighting and roar of thunder that drew a whimper from you. His eyes soften instantly at your frightened state as you can’t help but reach your arm out towards him, making a grabbing motion with your hand. “It’s not funny.” Comes out broken and shaky from you as he strides over to his side of the bed. 

“I know Kitten.” He takes your hand in his, sitting beside you and pulling you close. “I’m sorry,” his voice is soft as you bury your face in his chest. Had you been literally anyone else he would have kept on with the teasing and poking fun, but you meant everything to him and he hates seeing you sad. Karl smiles, knowing that you trust him enough to hold you like this while there’s a storm raging outside. 

Karl leans back against the headboard, looking at the window then down to you as you hold his trench coat in tight fists. Karl runs his hand up and down your back, letting it linger on your lower back every time as he pulls you closer to sit so you’re straddling him. 

His breath fans over the side of your face as he leans down to whisper in your ear. “Let me take your mind off of the scary storm baby.” He presses a kiss below your ear, nipping at your earlobe. He smirks when you take in a sharp breath and your head tilting slightly at his touch. “Atta girl.” He proceeds to slowly kiss your neck, savoring every kiss to driver you crazy about him and make you focus on him and only him. 

As bites up to your jaw his hands trail down to rest on your ass, squeezing just to hear the gasp that leaves you. You can’t help the hum that leaves you as he bites your jaw and raises a hand to gently hold you by the chin to get you to look at him. Your eyes met and he licks his lips, taking you in before pressing your lips together. It wasn’t often that he was gentle when it came to being this intimate. 

You don’t hesitate to open your mouth, letting him deepen the kiss while he slowly nudges your hips on his lap. Your breathing gets heavier as he guides you to grinding slowly on him while he pulls back to watch your expression. “Look at you Kitten.” He coos, watching your jaw slack with your soft whimpers, “So good.” He presses another quick kiss to your lips. His hands trail around to grip your thighs, leaving you to shamelessly grind against him while he admires you. “You’re so good for me kitten.” Karl bites his lip looking you up and down with a toothy smile. 

His hands raise goosebumps as they trail up and under your shirt, hiking it up as he reaches your chest. A broken moan leaves you as he squeezes your breasts before pulling off your shirt. He leans in fast, kissing and biting at your collar bone and with the flick of his wrist, your bras undone and off somewhere else in the room. He can’t help but take in a sharp breath when you give a particularly hard jerk of your hips. “Fuck.” You curse, back arching towards him as he bites at your breasts and sucks a nipple into his mouth. Your breathing gets faster, more moans leaving you as he gropes you with one hand while he teases your nipple with his tongue, yellow/green eyes looking up at you.

“You’ve been so good.” He mumbles against your skin, pulling your nipple between his teeth before switching breasts. He curses under his breath, now incredibly hard under you as you grind on his clothed member. “You close baby?” He feels the way your hips snap, growing tired with doing the work but chasing the release that’s building in you. 

You nod, moaning when he suddenly bucks his hips up. “Karl.” He gives a cocky smirk again, bucking his hips again before he reaches his free hand down and into your pants, rubbing at your clit. Once more, your hips jerk off rhythm and you moan out his name. 

His assault on your clit is relentless as your pace picks up, more and more moans leave you as you draw to the edge of your release. “Come on Kitten.” He whispers, biting your neck. “Cum for me. Come on girly, come like the slut you are for me.” You gasp, clinging to him as your orgasm hits, your face pressed against his shoulder before he grabs your jaw and gently pulls it back. “Look at me pretty girl.” He forces you to look at him while you come undone on top of him. You moan his name, eyes flickering between being open and being closed.

When it passes, Karl grabs your hips and shifts, making you lay down on the bed. You’re still panting while he stands up, shedding his layers of clothes. Once he’s stripped you two work on taking off your pants and underwear, leaving the two of you completely naked. Karl gets back on the bed, spreading your legs with his hands running up your thighs as he positions himself between your legs. 

“Damn, look at you.” He runs one of his hands over your opening, pulling away slowly to show the string of wetness that comes off it. “So fucking wet for me.” He leans down, kissing you while using one hand ot tease you with his member. “You ready Kitty?” You nod and he slowly pushes into you, connecting your lips again. “Fucking Hell Kitten.” He curses, sitting up as he fills you till your hips touch and he’s fully in you. He doesn’t move for a minute, letting you adjust while he runs his hands over your body. 

“Please.” You beg him, getting him to groan when you shift your hips to get him to move. “Karl please move.” Smirking, Karl leans back just enough to look you in the eyes. 

“Needy tonight huh?” He smirks, slowly starting to move himself in and out of you. The moans he pulls from you has him picking up his pace just to hear more. “That’s it baby, let me hear you.” Your back arches as his thrusts grow faster and harder. You grip his shoulders as he leans over you, his hands propping him up beside your head, caging you against the bed. “Fuck,” he growls, head tilting back slightly as you tighten around him, quickly approaching your second orgasm. 

You moan out his name, eyes closed as you get closer to your release. “Please, please.” You’re begging him to let you go over the edge. 

He’s in love with seeing you beg for him, knowing that only he can make you feel this good. “You wanna cum again kitten? Greedy aren’t you?” All you can do is nod, moaning at his words and the way that he’s driving in and out of you at a pace and strength that has the headboard lightly tapping on the wall behind it. He leans in close to you, finding himself once again nipping at your ear. “I wanna hear you scream for me kitten.” He bites down on your neck, getting you to go over the edge to your orgasm. 

You scream out his name, scratching at his shoulder blades and back as you come undone under him. He can feel your legs shake with the shocks of your orgasm and he lets out a breathy moan as you grip him and pull him to his own release. As much as he hates it, Karl pulls out and finishes on your stomach, left panting and admiring the sight in front of him. 

“Damn, you look so good covered in me.” He smirks, watching your marked up chest rise and fall with your quick breaths. “I’ll be right back.” He presses a kiss to your head, getting off of the bed and walking off before returning with a towel. Reaching out, he runs a finger through the white liquid on your stomach and raises it to your lips. “Can’t let it all go to waste.” Tiredly, you open your mouth and suck on his finger while he uses his other hand to wipe you off. “Good girl.” His eyes wonder away from you and to the window, seeing the storm having calmed down and passed. “How about a bath hmm?” 

You nod, reaching your arms out to him making the grabby hands that he loves so much. He chuckles, picking you up in his arms and striding towards the bathroom.