#like yeah i'll toss you a buck for that. anything to add it to my collection rather than having to stream it online or rip it off of youtube

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

A/N ::: Kafka Hibino has healed my 7-10 page writing affliction and he's working on healing my soul. Not really. But woudn't that be nice?? Anyway. Just more cute shit and me daydreaming about this strapping 32 years young buck.

C/W ::: Don't freak out people, but I used my imagination here 🖐️🌈 (from SpongeBob?? Anyone remember that episode?) Anyway, I'm not sure if I should be concerned that I'm writing such happy, cute stuff or if I should be concerned that it took me so long to get here. Whatever. There is nothing to watch out for unless you hate that gross cutesy romantic shit some couples do (I hate that stuff, but this is Kafka - and fiction - so it's ok).

WC ::: Less than 800 (I KNOW)

He didn't know what to do with his hands. He'd never really been in this type of situation before and he didn't want to do something stupid. Something he thought was stupid … and worse yet, something he thought YOU'D think was stupid. So, he just left them there, on the couch, at his sides.

Kafka was so amazed that he'd even landed a girl like you in the first place that he didn't want to jinx it. So, he just stared at you, his eyes wide with adoration and wonder. He took in your every feature and memorized every curve of your face. He wanted to remember this moment forever.

He didn't want to ruin it by doing something that would be a dead giveaway of his lack of experience.

"You're … you're so beautiful, y/n. Gah! 'M sorry, I keep saying' that, don't I. I do. Don't I? Sorry."

You giggled, your nose brushing against his warm cheek. "Yeah, you do. But it's ok. I don't think anyone has ever called me beautiful so many times in a … well, at all, maybe. I don't mind it." Lifting your left hand, you cupped his chin and turned his head, so he'd be face to face with you. "I think you're really handsome, too, Kafka."

"You do?!" He all but yelled out. His cheeks burned with embarrassment, and his heart skipped a beat. "I-I mean, um … thank you. I'm not used to being called that either. Usually, people just say I'm cute or funny, but never handsome. But if you think I am, then … I must be. Right? You're way smarter than me."

"Well, that's not true. You're very smart, too, Kafka. Sure, not about traditional things. But that just adds to your charm. Truly, you have a very extensive knowledge bank of things most people will never understand."

He smiled shyly. "That's sweet of you to say."

"It's true," you insisted. "You're one of a kind, Kafka."

"You know, there are so many things I want to talk to you about. Like, there's this new episode of [show name] that came out last week, and I just had to see it. Did you know that--"

You pressed a finger to his lips to stop him from rambling. "Let's save that for another time, ok? Right now, I'd much rather be doing this." Kafka's eyes fluttered shut as you leaned in to kiss him softly. He'd never felt anything so gentle and sweet before. It was like a dream that he never wanted to wake from. You were just so perfect for him, and he couldn't get enough of you. He never wanted to let you go.

But he just couldn't shut up.

"Have you ever seen that show? I mean, it's so cra-," you kissed him again hoping to gently get the point across that you wanted his lips to be moving, just not in that way.

Kafka nodded knowingly and apologized. "Yep! Sorry! Zippin' it up righ' now!" He motioned with his fingers to fasten the nonexistent zipper on his lips, and he tossed the key.

You tried to reach out and catch it in time, but, in your head, the fake key landed behind the tv and now it wasn't anywhere to be seen.

"Kafka, I didn't mean to zip it completely. I just … well, I don't wanna talk in words with you right now. I want to teach you another language. I'll be right back." You smiled down at him and held his outstretched hand until the two of you weren't able to reach the other anymore and went down the hallway to your bedroom.

"Yeah! Yeppers. I'll just … I'll just uh, oh! I'll find the key while you're back there!"

When you came back, you turned the corner to see the man actually looking behind the tv. "Kafka, what in the world are you doing? What are you looking for?"

He stood and faced you, "Hm? Oh! The key I threw earlier. I need to unzip my lips so I can kiss you properly." The smile on his face was like no other you'd ever seen. It had an air of confidence with an underlying anchor of uncertainty that seemed to be holding him back a little.

"Ok, I see. Well, just use the key you already have to do that. Aren't 'body keys' universal?" You gestured for him to come sit back down on the couch with you.

"Key? I already have another key? And uh, what's a 'body key'?" He scratched his head and tilted it like a puppy trying to understand its very first 'sit' command.

"Yes, Kafka. The one to my heart. Here, let me." You pulled your hand out of your pocket and unlocked his (technically already open) lips and kissed him. Deeply. "Now, don't lose this one, ok? I don't have another one and if you look closely, you can see that this is the kind you're not allowed to make copies of."

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[allegra-writes]

“Carry me home”

Harrison Osterfield x Reader

NSFW

Warnings: Smut. Thigh riding.

"You make me feel like I've had too much to drink, the room is spinning and I trip on my feet"

Carry me home - Michelle Branch

In an unfamiliar city, you ran into a familiar face. And maybe you had never noticed the way he looked at you before, but you certainly did now 🍻

Dedicated to the lovely @angel-spidey who helped me discover a new kink; darling, without your "Minor inconvenience" this would not exist 💜

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He tasted like alcohol and mentos and the salt from the chips, and you knew you shouldn't find it so delicious, but you did. 

"We shouldn't be doing this" He breathed out against your lips, right before diving in again, one hand on your thigh, sneaking under your dress, the other firm on your waist, holding you close as he walked you backwards in the dark.

"Why that?" You mumbled into his kiss, as your back hit the wall. He stumbled, trapping you under his weight, every inch of his rock hard body now pressed against yours. 

"Y/n? Is that you?"

"Harrison? Oh my god, hi!" 

You felt something else rock hard, poking at your hip, making you squirm under him. 

"Oh, god!" He released your swollen lips to bury his face against your neck at the movement, mouth open and breathing hard. He used the hand now splayed on your ass to press you even closer. 

"So, how you've seen?"

"I heard you were living in the city but-"

You both started at the same time. He chuckled and you smiled: he had always had an adorable laugh...

"Because… fuck!.. Cause you're drunk" 

You pushed his coat off his shoulders,

"Harrison, I'm not that drunk" 

He took his hands off your body to help you get rid of it.

"I guess that answers the question of what are you doing here"

"Yup, I was in the neighbourhood" You giggled, "What about you? What are you doing on this side of London?"

"I was… nowhere near the neighbourhood" He admitted, avoiding your eyes by signaling the bartender to bring him another pint, "Would it be too creepy of me if I had seen your instagram story and… wanted to come hang out with you like we used to?" 

Your gaze fell on his reddened cheeks. Had he always been so cute?

"No. Not creepy at all…"

"Love, I had to carry you out of the pub" 

"I was pretending" You lied shamelessly, knowing fully well that without him keeping you up right and the wall supporting your weight, you'd be falling face first on the floor. Clumsy fingers attacked the buttons of his shirt, "I just wanted to feel your strong arms around me" 

He cursed as you ran your fingernails down his biceps, pushing the fabric off them. 

"I'm still more sober than you are" he chuckled, arm snaking around your waist to stabilize you when you staggered, trying to get rid of your own coat. 

You felt your cheeks heat up under his unrelenting icy blues.

"Stop looking at me like that"

"Like what?" His smirk was smug. He knew exactly what he was doing to you. "This is how I've always looked at you. You were just too… starstruck by Tom to notice…"

You bit your lip and his eyes zeroed in the movement. You lowered your glass on the table, afraid it would slip from your sweaty grasp.

"I am noticing now"

"Not my fault" You whined, eyes and hands flying to his naked chest, fingertips tracing the lines and planes hungrily, "You make my head spin" 

A growl, an honest to god growl, left his throat. He lifted you from the ground, forcing you to wrap your legs around his hips to stop from falling as he carried you up the stairs almost effortlessly.

"You really are strong, aren't you?" 

He kicked the door of his bedroom open, tossing you on the bed.

"And you" He murmured in awe, watching your body bounce on his mattress, "are fucking perfect" 

It was surreal, he had dreamed about this, about having you in his arms, in his bed, for so long, he could hardly believe it. You had been in his head, obsessing his waking hours and haunting his nights, ever since that short week during the summer when your paths had crossed. Even as the months passed and your memory somewhat faded, you were still there, in the background of his mind, a warm presence made of sunlight and ocean breeze. 

And now you were finally there, in the flesh, lips soft and sweet and real on his. Eyes alight with lust and glazed by desire and… booze. Getting tangled in your own dress as you tried to take it off, almost falling from the bed. It dawned on him exactly how much you had drank, and it was as sobering as a bucket of cold water emptied on his head.

"Love, are you alright?" Big hands caught you before you reached the floor. 

"I'm ok! I'm ok!" You giggled, voice muffled by the fabric covering your face, "A little help with my dress?" 

Harrison tugged it down, straightening it and releasing you, before sitting beside you on the edge of the bed. 

"Not what I meant, Harrison" You watched his hunched form in confusion, as he rubbed his face with his hands. "Haz?" He could practically hear your perplexed frown, "What's wrong?" 

"We can't do this, love…" 

"What? Why? Did- Did I do something wrong?" The little catch in your voice at the end broke his heart.

"No" he denied, fiercely, callused hands cupping your face softly, "No, baby, you did nothing wrong… but I almost did. I want you so bad, princess, and I have for so long, that I got carried away. I didn't realize, this isn't like you. You're way too drunk" 

Way too drunk to fully understand what you were doing. Way too drunk to be able to consent. 

But drunken you was selfish, and reckless. All you've heard was that he wanted you, all you were able to understand was that you wanted him too.

You climbed onto his lap, straddling him, capturing his lips as a sneaky hand found the bulge in his pants, proof of his desire for you. And what a considerable proof it was. You started rubbing him through his jeans, but he grabbed hold of your wrist, pulling your hand away even as a helpless moan escaped his lips. 

"No, princess" He intended it like an order, but it came out pleading, "Not like this, not while you're drunk. Not when you won't even remember it in the morning…"

He couldn't be something you'd end up regretting the next day, his heart wouldn't be able to take it. 

"But I want you" You pouted, and Harrison almost melted right there and then, "Haz, please…" 

You sounded so pretty begging for him, looked so gorgeous with your skin flushed and your hair undone on top of him. And you had started to move, grinding your core against him, creating the most delicious of frictions. He was done for, and he knew it. He couldn't resist you.

But he still wasn't going to take advantage of you. 

"You're so horny, aren't you, princess?"

"Yes" you gasped when you felt him starting to buck his hips to meet yours, the zipper of his jeans hitting your clit just right to make you see stars. His lips trailed kisses down your neck, tasting, nibbling, all the way to the top of your breast, but never delving inside your dress. 

"Bet I could make you come like this… without even fucking you" His breathing was coming off heavy and hot against your skin, his fingertips digging into your back as he built his rhythm. Your replying moan had his cock twitching inside his pants. 

"And you'd like that, wouldn't you? Tell me you would like that, princess…"

You tried to focus through the intoxicating haze of pleasure, 

"Yes…" you managed, brokenly, "I would like that… anything Haz, please" 

His hands went to your waist, squeezing hard and halting your movements as he stopped his. You could have cried in frustration.

"Anything, baby?" 

You nodded, eagerly, the movement making you a little dizzy. But he held you up. 

"Then ride my thigh"

"Wha-what?" It didn't make any sense, up until a second ago you were sure he was just about to release his cock and fuck you silly, what with the way he was clutching at your body, the way he was kissing you, all teeth and animalistic passion. 

"Be a good girl tonight and ride my thigh" he spoke in your ear, sending shivers down your spine, "And tomorrow when you're sober, if you still want me too, I promise that I'll fuck you until you can't walk…"

"Fuck!"

"If you're a good girl" You could hear the cheeky smile in his voice.

"I will!" You quickly agreed, "I wanna be your good girl"

God, you were going to be the death of him.

With gentle hands, Harrison guided you until you were straddling one of his thick, muscular thighs. There was power in those muscles, you could feel it as he tensed them and relaxed them so you could feel every cord, every valley and dip in his flesh. 

"Come on, love" He encouraged, placing an incongruously chaste kiss on your lips, "let me see you ride…"

Had you been sober, you'd probably would have been more shy, but as it was you were too far gone to care about anything but the painfully attractive boy giving you orders. You started rocking your hips, wrapping your arms around his neck. The rough fabric of his pants felt delicious against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs as you feasted on the miles of naked skin of his chest, his shoulders, his abs. 

"Yeah, just like that, love" Haz praised as the little whines and moans began, the sounds going straight to his aching cock, "You're doing so well… I can feel your wetness through my jeans… is all that for me?"

You nodded yes, incapable of forming the words. It was incredible, how good his iron solid muscles felt between your legs as he locked them and relaxed them to add to your sensations. Harrison was telling the truth, you were making a mess of his jeans. 

And he absolutely loved it. 

One hand tangled on your hair, pulling your head back, dark blue eyes taking you in.

"Look at you… so beautiful, bouncing on my leg… so desperate for it…" 

You felt his gaze on your body, heavy as a physical caress. You let go of his neck to tug at his free hand. 

"Haz… touch me, please"

He didn't have much of a choice, as you place his palm over your left breast, watching in satisfaction at his slack jawed expression. You arched your back, pressing yourself harder into his touch, hips going faster. 

"I love to see you use me, princess. Is this how you gonna use my cock tomorrow?" 

You sobbed,

"Now. I want your cock now!"

He gulped, willing himself to be strong.

"No. I wanna see you make yourself come on my leg" 

You pouted. But an idea sparked inside your head.

"Fuck!" Harrison almost choked on thin air when you bunched your dress up, giving him a perfect view of the ruined little triangle of black lace you were wearing, the only thing covering your pussy as you rubbed it against his thigh. 

"You said… you wanted to see…" 

"Bad, bad girl" He admonished, squeezing your breast harder, sending another shock of pleasure to the storm already building inside your loins, making you cry out "shit, princess, are you close?" 

In an instant, he forgot all about your misbehaving, it seemed so inconsequential now that the moment he had fantasized about for so long was finally within his reach. Forgetting all about the rules he had imposed to himself, he brought his thumb into his mouth, getting it nice and wet before slipping it inside your underwear, holding it against your clit, stroking it fast as your rhythm faltered. 

"Haz!" You gasped one last time before your mouth fell open into a perfect letter o, head thrown back, eyes closing in ecstasy. He continued to rub you until your legs stopped contracting around his, helping you ride out your orgasm. 

You felt the world tilt and shift around you again, as he gathered you close and flipped you over, placing you on his bed carefully, so carefully.You felt boneless and exhausted, but forced your eyes to remain open, as Harrison placed one hand next to your head in the mattress. Breathless and dazed, you didn't need to see the rhythmical movement of his other arm in the dark to realize what he was doing. 

He sneaked a look down between your bodies, your dress still riding so high on your hips, he got a glimpse of damp lace, the single hottest thing he had ever seen. It only took him one, two, three more strokes, until you felt the warmth of his release paint your leg.

You fought it, still not ready for it to be over, but it was a losing battle, the corners of your vision turning black...

"Haz…" You breathed out, his bright indigo eyes the last thing you saw, before a sated, inebriated sleep overtook you.

You casted a glance at the empty pub around the both of you, a regretful sigh leaving your lips,

“What’s wrong, love?” Harrison’s eyes were glassy, nose a lovely shade of red. aparently you hadn’t been the only one to have a little too much to drink.

“Nothing” You confessed, shyly, words a little slurred “I just didn’t want the night to end”

Haz kissed your hand, noozling your palm,

“Yeah...me neither” He breathed out, and you could see in his eyes it was true. You bit your lip. Maybe it was the alcohol talking. Maybe come morning light you would realize it was a mistake. 

But right then, you didn’t care.

“Harrison... take me home  with you?”

That night, you dreamt about soft lips on your cheek, and true love promises whispered into your hair, sleeping in the arms of a prince that vowed to make you his the moment you woke up. 

The End?

[lilred8220]

Well, yet another fic no one asked for😃

I wanted to write this because some time go, I was watching the fireworks when this song started to play↓↓↓

And I just thought how romantic it would be if I wasn't forever alone 🙃 so, I build a story around that. I hope you enjoy it!

P.s. This is a F!MC

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I had been so excited for this day! In the human realm, my hometown this time of year had a huge festival ending with a huge firework show. I had asked to go a week in advance but due to being in the Devildom for the exchange program, I couldn't go. It definitely was a disappointment. However Diavolo, seeing me upset and now curious about the tradition, asked all about it and he thought it sounded fun. Thanks to him always wanting to do anything new, he immediately decided to do the same here in the Devildom.

So through the long week, he asked about everything we would do at the event to make it much more fun and quickly get everything ready to make this last second festival. It somehow all came together and it feels almost exactly like the festival from the human realm. The food, sweets and all! Now it was the time to enjoy the festival!

The brothers couldn't understand why I was so excited for this. Though we all went to festivals and saw fireworks, It was just something that I would always look forward to this time of the year and it's just more special this time around. It kinda feels as if I'm sharing something that I love with everyone I care about in a place where I like to call my new home. Hopefully they'll come to enjoy this as much as I do.

"So, this is called an Elephant ear?“ Beel asked, drooling at the large fried sweet in front of him.

I laugh, as I grab a piece before he can scarf the treat whole, "Yeah, it's just fried dough with powdered sugar on it. They usually sell these at any carnival or festival." I pop the elephant ear in my mouth, savoring the amazing taste.

The brothers each had something to eat as we took a break from all the festival games littered around. We all take two picnic benches for the 8 of us, well, us and Beel's giant pile of food he got. Everyone had won something from the games…well everyone but me and Mammon. Mammon was determined to win a game, yet his luck seemed to be the worse for wear today and all the games we'd gone to all ended up with one of the other brothers winning the game. My luck honestly wasn't any better due to playing the same games that the others had won.

"I'm telling ya! Those games are rigged! The people runnin 'em are just a bunch of con artists!“ Mammon yells, clearly frustrated that he hasn't gotten anything.

"Or maybe you just suck lol" Levi says, holding a Ruri-chan plush to his chest.

"Honestly, you really shouldn't be surprised, you were pretty terrible at all those games since you had no choice but to play fair." Satan adds on, which all the brothers nod in agreement.

Asmo laughs, "Well, what do you expect from a scumbag?"

I start to get annoyed as the brothers all start to bash on Mammon. He seems fine on the surface but I've been around him long enough, with him basically living in my room and all, to see all his little ticks. Like when he's excited, his hand gestures are more dramatic, to emphasize his point or how his eyes light up when something catches his attention, like something to make a quick buck. However, right now, with the way his mouth slightly twitches and his hand shoved into his pockets, he's upset. He really only does this when the brothers throw insult after insult at him, like right now.

I sigh as they continue their assault on him. But an idea comes to mind and it'll be easy enough to pull off.

"Does...that all that stuff apply to me too? Since I didn't win anything either, after all..." I say, putting on my best pouting face and looking down at the ground.

Immediately, the brothers started to panic, trying to reassure me that it wasn't true, successfully drawing their attention away from Mammon. I slightly looked up, passed the frantic brothers to lock eyes with Mammon. He stood there for a moment, a bit confused by my sudden comment. I flash him a quick smirk before looking up at the brothers, accepting their apologies. The brothers seemed to relax and drop the topic after that, returning to the food they have. Mammon, who had seemingly understood what my intentions really were, looked at me, with his face slightly flushed, then stared down at his food.

In Mammon's mind, he honestly doesn't know what force sent Y/N here but, she is honestly the best thing that has ever happened to him. At first, he hated the idea of being her guardian due to all of the extra work he was given. But, as days turned to weeks, her treatment towards him was nothing but sweet and loving. It honestly was a huge adjustment for him, since everyone treated him like scum or useless, having her place so much faith in him, even defending him and doing little gestures like this, it makes his head spin. He honestly couldn't pinpoint when it happened, but, his feelings for her drastically changed, he couldn't deny it now, how he longed for her, wanted her all to himself. How he loved her unconditionally.

I smile, quickly finish eating my food then stand up, "Ok! Time to get back to the games!“ I say, excitedly.

"Y/N, I'm glad you are excited but some of us still need to eat." Lucifer says, glancing at Beel and his mountain of food.

"Awww, come on Lucifer, I wanna try to win something before the fireworks start." I plop down again, putting my chin in my hands.

"Well, I'm sure we'll have plenty of time." Lucifer tries to cheer me up, eating some fries.

Mammon looks up at Y/N, upon seeing her upset. He honestly hated seeing Y/N upset, even if for something so small as to wait for everyone to finish eating. He wanted nothing more than to see her smile everyday, it honestly was one of his favorite parts of the day to see her smile so sweetly. He'll do anything to make her happy. He sits up and scarfs down his food before standing up. "Ok, how 'bout this,' ' Mammon gets up and walks over to me, ' ' since I haven't won anythin', I'm gonna go play some more games and I'll meet ya guys later. Y/N, ya can come if ya want to." Mammon starts to walk away, at a slower pace than he usually would.

"Yeah! Ok!" Before any of the other brothers could protest, I quickly got up and hurried over to Mammon. I can hear the brothers stumbling to get up to follow us.

"Hey! Mammon is stealing Y/N!"

"That's not fair!“

"That scumbag..."

I hear some of the things they're saying as they seem to be trying to catch up.

I grab Mammon's hand and start to make a run for it. "Come on!" I glanced back at Mammon, who seemed shocked. He looks back to see the brothers in hot pursuit of us. Getting the hint, Mammon picks up the pace. We high tail it out of there, laughing like a bunch of kids all the while.

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Me and Mammon finally stop and I flop on the floor, trying to catch my breath as Mammon puts his hands on his knees.

"I…I think we lost 'em" Mammon pants, out of breath from running around.

"I…I think so…jeez, how…how do you always do this when you get in trouble?“ I wheeze out, my human body not used to running as much as a demon. Especially if that demon is Mammon.

Mammon straightens up, finally catching his breath, "Well, I'm not usually running from ALL of my brothers, just Lucifer mostly."

Mammon reaches his hand to me and after a moment, I let him help me up. He helps me to my feet and when I look up, his face is very close to mine. We stare at each other for a moment before both of our faces turn more flushed than we already were.

His bright blue eyes that have a hint of that golden yellow has me in a trance. When I first met Mammon, it was the first thing that drew my attention, it's honestly something that I always find myself staring at all of the time. They are very beautiful to me and never fail to make me feel relaxed when I see them. But not only that, he is a very handsome man. His rich caramel skin with his pure white hair makes his face stand out even more. He is just so captivating to look at, however his personality is what truly makes him shine. Even if he tries, and fails, to hide his true feelings, he always has his heart on his sleeve, rather if he realizes that or not. He tries so hard to help me or to even make my day brighter when I'm not feeling my best. He even tries to protect his brothers and is always there for them. He honestly is the most caring person I've ever met and I can't help but fall for him because of that.

Mammon looked down at her face, he honestly couldn't help but stare. In his mind, she was more beautiful than anyone he's ever seen. Her beauty not only stopped at her looks but the person she was. She was a true wonder to him, too good to be true yet, here she was, defying all logic. All he wanted to do was look at every detail of her face, her eyes as they shine, her soft skin as the blush covers her face, her parted lips as her breath finally slows down. Mammon was the first to turn away, catching himself now staring at nothing but her lips.

He clears his throat. "W-Well since we're here, let's get to some games!" Mammon says, his fangs flash with his grin.

We made our way to the nearest game booth, both of us looking at the various prizes. The booth in question is a simple ring toss, the bottles are organized by colors which show what size prize you can get. There are the ridiculously large stuffed bears that are taller than me to the very small animal plushies. Scanning all the prizes, one catches my attention, a black plush crow with a yellow tag on it. It was big enough to hold in your arms, it's wings dangled at its sides. It had its beak opened slightly to look like a smile. I glance over at Mammon, who is currently eyeing a plushie of a grimm, that also has a yellow tag hanging off of it. I laugh, thinking of how that plush crow reminded me of him.

Mammon looks at me, slightly confused, "What are ya laughing at?"

"Oh nothing, though I know what prize I want." I smile, looking back at the crow plush.

Mammon follows my eyes over to the plush, he tilts his head at my choice, "Ya sure that's what ya want? There are plenty of things better than that ol' crow."

I nod enthusiastically, "Yeah, I think it's cute, like someone else I know." I playfully push him.

His ears turn a dark red but he laughs, "Well, I know what I want so, let's go and win some prizes!“

We pay the demon running the game and start trying to make the rings reach its mark. However, as in most carnaval games, the rings in question are only slightly bigger than the top of the bottles, making it much harder to win. Not to mention the bottles for the better prizes are further back, making it much harder. As we try a couple times, we don't get much luck and we're running out of grimms to play. However as we reach our last game, even though I end up with nothing, Mammon manages to sink a ring on a yellow bottle.

"We have a winner!“ the demon behind the booth says, walking over to grab the ring.

"Yeah! This was nothin' for the Great Mammon!" Mammon threw his hands in the air, and I cheered with him, "You did it! You won!“

The demon walks back over to us, "Alrighty, you can pick a prize with a yellow tag. Which will it be?"

Mammon's eyes flick to the plush he was eyeing earlier and he goes to speak, but an announcement rings through the speakers all around the festival, "The firework show will be starting in 15 minutes, marking the end of the festival! So hurry and grab a seat to enjoy the show!“ a cheery voice says before the music from before starts to play again. Mammon looks down at me for a moment before a small smile appears on his face.

Mammon looks at the demon and points at the plush crow, "I'll take that one."

I look up at Mammon, "But, I thought you wanted-“ I get cut off by the demon swift return, "Here you go." The demon hands him the crow plush.

Mammon takes the plush from the demon with his usual bright smile and starts walking off, I quickly follow, still confused. Once I catch up, he looks at me with a blush on his face and holds out the crow to me.

"W-well, there wasn't really anythin' I wanted, so I figured I'd get this ol' crow since ya seemed to want it so bad." He says with his usual bravado, yet it was a bit more shy than normal.

"But, you said…" I start to say as I take the plush but, cut my thought short.

Even though I know he wanted something, that much he's been saying all day, he still got me this crow plush. Knowing how he struggles to do these things and becoming a stuttering mess when it's pointed out, I choose to not question him. Yet, I can't help but love him even more, him knowing that I wanted something as well and that he'll be going back home later with nothing. I'll have to repay him later but for now, I'll just enjoy the rest of the festival with him.

I shake my head and give him a smile, one that shows how much I truly appreciate and love him, "Thank you so much, Mammon." I hold the crow close to myself.

Mammon feels all the air in his lungs escape him. Y/N's smile, the sparkle of joy and something more…intimate in her eyes. Honestly, for a split second, he found himself jealous of that crow, seeing Y/N holding it so lovingly. He wanted, no, needed to show her how much he loves her. If not tonight, it'll drive him insane.

--

After looking a bit, me and Mammon found a perfect spot to watch the fireworks. We sat on a hill that was a bit further away from the festival and luckily, we could still hear the music playing from one of the speakers nearby. We sat in a comfortable silence, waiting for the fireworks to begin. Which based on the amount of time it took to find this isolated spot, it should start at any moment.

Mammon is resting his arms on his knees as I sit with my legs crossed, the plush crow close to my chest. I watch all the demons in the distance hurrying to find a spot to watch the show as well. Thankfully, none of them seem to look in this direction. So right now, it's just us, alone.

After a few moments, Mammon looks over at me and shyly starts to speak, "H-hey, Y/N?"

I look back at Mammon, noticing his face slowly forming a blush, "Yes?"

"I…I wanted to tell ya-" Mammon gets cut off by the first firework going off.

We slightly jump, but my eyes widen as the firework show starts, "It's starting!"

I watch as the firework starts to make the usual dark Devildom sky shine bright with many different colors. All the while, a familiar song starts to play on the speakers, making this a moment that I want to treasure always. It was a song from the human realm and it was a song that made this moment feel more intimate. I honestly couldn't ask for a better day, I got to go to the festival with all my favorite people and I even had, dare I say it, a wonderful date with Mammon. The thought of going on a date with Mammon makes my cheeks burn but I truly wish that this day would never end.

Mammon's heart starts to pound in his chest, his gaze never leaving Y/N. He watches as her eyes glow with wonder, watching the fireworks as if it were the first time. She never looked more beautiful, more perfect than right now. If he was ever gonna make his move, it had to be now. Mammon opened his mouth to speak but he couldn't find it in himself to break her trance. However, his greed for her attention, her voice, her touch, for nothing but her, was growing. So, he closes his mouth and takes a deep breath. He leans closer to her as his shaky hand gently touches her cheek to turn her face towards him.

When I suddenly feel a light touch on my face, I snap back to reality. Before I can react, I feel my face being turned and suddenly, Mammon leans in, his eyes close and gently presses his lips on mine, like he's afraid that I'll break. My eyes widen, taking a moment to realize what is happening. Mammon, feeling me not move, starts to move away, most likely worried he did something wrong. But, not wanting to lose the moment, I quickly filled in the space he left, pressing my lips a bit harder than he did. Mammon tenses at my sudden movement but quickly melts into the kiss, holding my face with his hands. I place the plush to the side, momentarily forgotten, I place my hands on his chest for support.

The air stills, the world around us starts to disappear. The only thing to keep us from forgetting the world completely is the sound of fireworks and the song playing so sweetly.

I snake my arms around Mammon's neck, then he takes the chance to pull me in closer by my waist, closing the gap between us. Even though he was nervous at first, he seems to have relaxed, even nips at my bottom lip, causing me to gasp. He swiftly slips his tongue in my mouth, tangling it with mine, deepening the kiss. We held each other close, like we were afraid that the other would vanish.

Needing to breathe, we lean away slightly. I'm not sure when it happened, but I managed to end up on Mammon's lap. Mammon seems to also realize the position we're in and his breath hitches.

His hand comes up and holds my face, "I love ya, Y/N."

My heart flutters and I lean into his touch, "I love you too, Mammon. I…I always have."

"Y/N, I care about ya so much and I…I don't want anyone else trying to steal my most precious treasure from me. The thought of it kills me, because I'm yer first man." Mammon stops, becoming more shy, "I w-want ya to be mine and…I'll be yers…if ya want me."

I feel as though all of the butterflies in my stomach would explode out of me. I can't stop the big smile that appears on my face, "Mammon," I hold his face in my hands, "no one could ever take me away. And not only that but…" I bite my lip, feeling a bit bashful, "You already have me. Now and forever."

If Mammon could, his eyes would have hearts in them. He looked at me with such lovestruck eyes, his face is probably the most peaceful expression I've ever seen. I look back at him in awe, honestly have never seen him so happy, like he's on cloud nine.

A smile is plastered on his face, "I promise that I will be with ya till the end of time. I gotta be the luckiest demon in the whole festival, no, the Devildom. But, I guess I did win something at the festival after all." His smile suddenly turns into a smirk, "What do ya say we go somewhere more private and we can continue…this?"

My face turns red, but I nod. We stand up, I grab my plushie so that we can leave when I suddenly hear someone, or rather, some people, running this way.

"MAMMON!"

We spin around, both of us knowing too well who that voice belongs to. Lucifer and the rest of the brothers are running at full sprint in our direction.

"Oh shit!" Mammon yells out, quickly sweeping me off my feet, making a run for it.

Startled, I grabbed on to Mammon's jacket, making sure to not drop my crow plush, "Ah! M-Mammon!“

He looks down at me, " Well, I might get strung up later, but I'm yer man now. I want ya all to myself and I don't know about ya, but I'm not ready for tonight to end." He flashes his signature smile.

I can't help but laugh, as we make yet another escape from the brothers. This is truly the best day I could have asked for.

[alloftheimaginess]

Night Out

My first Buck fanfic. Go easy on me. It might suck but I wrote this after watching Sofia the first with my goddaughter at 11 o’clock last night

"Whoo that was something!" Buck says jumping into the locker room as everyone is getting ready to leave for the day.

"A fire that big and no fatalities. We have to celebrate we should hit up that bar on pico, you know the one with the loaded fries" he says going to his locker and he turns around excited.

"First rounds on me" he says turning back to his locker as Eddie shuts his.

"I wish I could, man. Christopher's hosting his first sleepover tonight" he says walking out and I smile at him and he stops in the door.

"Hey, you're more than welcome to come and celebrate with a bunch of nine year olds" he says and I chuckle at that.

"Hah, the rest of us will toast your absence" Buck says.

"Hey, tell Christopher I said hi" I say and he nods walking out.

"Will do" he calls behind him.

"You're going to have to toast mine too. Tonight's date night with Karen" hen says sitting up from tying her shoes and standing up with her bag.

"She can come" he says sounding a little defeated.

"I don't think that's her idea of a date, but have fun" she says and she blows me kisses before leaving.

"Yeah and I'm sorry buck, but uh Athena and I have date night tonight too. So you guys have a good time" Bobby says also turning him down before walking out and I frown a little and Chimney closes his locker and I have a little hope that he can hang out with him because I have to get home to relieve my babysitter.

"No offense but you are not the Buckley I was looking forward to spending my night with" he says and I pretend like I'm not listening.

"I get it Chim, go wine and dine my sister, I'll be fine" he says and chimney claps before running out and I sit on the bench putting my shoes on.

"Go ahead" he says and I look up.

"What?" I ask smiling at him.

"Tell me your plans that you have so you can't hang out with me" he says and I stand up.

"I didn't think you were inviting the mom out" I say smirking at him.

"I didn't mean anything by th-"

"I know, I'm joking" I say and I frown.

"But I actually can't make it tonight" I say and he sighs.

"I'm totally kidding, I need human interaction with another adult and not a seven year old tonight or I'm going to lose my mind" I say smiling at him.

"I love you so much (Y/n)" he says and I laugh grabbing my duffle bag.

"But every round is on you. See you at 8" I say running out before he can protest.

I walk into the bar, feeling a bit out of place because I haven't been to one in years. "(Y/n)" Buck says standing up and I walk over to him and he hugs me before sitting back down and I sit on the opposite side of the table and I smile at him.

"So I was promised loaded fries" I say breaking the awkwardness in the air around us.

"Oh yeah totally" he says going to stand up.

"I bet I can get them for free" I say smirking at him.

"no way" He says sitting back down.

"Care to make this interesting?" I ask.

"Definitely, if you can't like I know you can't you'll have to wash my car for a month" he says and I nod.

"And if I can which I know I will, you'll have to drive me to work for the next month and I like to be there at five o'clock" I say smirking at him and I stick my hand out and he shakes it.

"Watch and learn young one" I say standing up and adjusting my dress and I go over to the bar leaning down and she comes over and I smile at her.

"Hey beautiful" I say and she smiles at me.

"Hi, what can I get for you?" She asks, her smile growing when she looks at me and I pretend to look at the menu and I turn to buck.

"Loaded fries?" I ask and he nods and I turn back to her.

"2 orders of loaded fries, my friend over there is pretty hungry after the fire he had to put out today" I say catching on to what's playing on the news and she looks up at the tv and back at buck.

"He saved that deaf woman?" She asks and I nod.

"Yeah and an old mans cat" I say and she smiles at me again.

"It's on the house" she says.

"And whatever else you want" she adds before putting in our order.

"Thank you so much" I say and she nods.

"Are either of you single?" She asks and I nod.

"Yeah, he's so single" I say grabbing the receipt and walking back over to buck.

"Read it and weep" I say slamming it down on the table and he picks it up.

"How?" He asks laughing.

"If she asks for your number, it wasn't my fault" I say sliding back into the seat.

"I cant handle anymore Disney channel theme songs, I'm so glad I got to get out tonight" I say leaning back.

"If I have to hear I was a girl in the village doing alright then I became a princess overnight anymore I'm going to absolutely lose my mind" I say giggling and he laughs with me holding up his beer and I clink mine against his.

"Buck, buck, buck" I say trying to stop him from talking.

"I needed this so much" I say laughing and he unlocks his door and we both quickly make it inside.

"I'm going to change and make some snacks and we can find something to watch" he says stumbling up the stairs and I crash on the sofa kicking my shoes off and dropping my purse on the coffee table and I look around at his place and I take in how nice it is and he comes back down the stairs, tossing me a shirt and I go to the bathroom to change and when I come back out he's taking all the snacks out his cabinets and I grab the m&m's.

"I was a girl in the village doing alright then I became a princess overnight. Now I gotta figure out how to do it right so much to learn and see. Up in the castle with my new family in a school that's just for royalty, a whole enchanted world is waiting for me I'm so excited to be Sofia the First. I'm finding out what being royal's all about Sofia the First. Making my way, it's an adventure everyday, Sofia, it's gonna be my time to show them all that I'm Sofia the First!” I sing as the new episode comes on.

“This show actually isn’t half bad” he says shoving more popcorn into his mouth.

“It’s really not and that’s what bothers me, I can totally get distracted when Emery puts it on and I can watch it with her for hours” I say.

“This princess Amber is low key a bitch though” he says through his mouthful of popcorn.

“Tell me about it” I say.

“Did you two have fun last night?” Hen ask when we make it into work the next morning and I shush her before going to my locker and quickly opening it so I can grab my pills and I take two.

“Yeah, I had a lot of fun. I don’t know about buck” I say.

“Someone call me?” He asks turning away from his locker and they all laugh.

“Maddie was following your Snapchat stories the whole night Evan, she said it looked like you were genuinely having fun” Chimney says.

“I was. It was the most fun I had in a while” he says.

“Karen and I watched your Snapchat as well (Y/n), I felt bad for leaving buck but he was in good company” Hen says.

“But then out of nowhere the snaps stopped for both of you” she adds.

“Yeah because we just watched a Disney channel show I told him about” I say putting my sunglasses in my purse.

“It’s called Sofia the first and I’m kind of upset we didn’t finish it” he says and I laugh shaking my head.

“Can’t say I disagree” I say grabbing my uniform so I can go change.

A few weeks later.

“Shit, shit, shit” I whisper as I’m sat on the toilet.

“Mama, are you almost done I’m hungry” Emery asks and I wipe my eyes.

“Yeah, baby give me a second” I say standing up.

“Can we make pancakes for breakfast?” She asks.

“Whatever you want, we’ll do” I say shoving the pregnancy test into the back of the towel cabinet.

[longassr1de]

Sweetness

Pairing: Jeno × fem!reader

Genre: smut!!, established relationship, domestic??

Word count: ~2k

Summary: What better way to beat the summer heat than with a sweet treat?

⚠️ Warnings: pretty much another pwp, 00 liner smut, food play, ice play(?), fingering, rough and unprotected sex, oral (both male and female receiving), pet names (moreso relationship-wise though), look..very curious things happen with popsicles okay?, not yet proofread.

A/N: lmk if I missed any warnings or any typos and such! I haven't written in so long or thought up anything this filthy to the point that I even surprised myself with this one.. so much for easier the 00 line content onto this blog. Whoops! Anyway I hope you guys enjoy! xoxo (oh also im currently on mobile so i'll add the read later in a bit, i apologize in advance!!)

It all started out with Jeno being a tease on a hot, hot summer evening. Sure, it was terribly humid out, but the way he kept sucking at the colorful popsicle even when it began to melt down to his slender fingers had you feeling wet heat in a much more personal sense. He held eye contact with you as his lips pulled away from the frozen treat, sinful eyes making it a point to devour the way you intook just a little extra air when he licked at the sticky mess upon his palm.

"Care for a taste?" Jeno offered, his deep voice filled with mirth. That's all it really took for you quickly stride across the room to join him where he'd been sat at the sofa. He tossed the remainder of the popsicle atop its wrapper on the coffee table, instead pulling you into his lap as he pushed his tongue past your lips. You could still taste the cold sweetness on his tongue even as he sucked at yours, biting your bottom lip as his strong embrace loosens in favor of grabbing at your ass.

He thanks the heavens for your wardrobe selection today, your skirt making it so much easier to grind against your pretty little panties. If the wet spot forming on his pants was anything to go by, he'd guess you were just as needy as him if not moreso.

"On your back princess, I wanna try something." Jeno helps you take off your shirt as he lays you onto the leather, straddling over your hips before slowly making his way down to your breasts. He mumbles out praises for your body as his slowly warming mouth licks and sucks at your nipples. He separates from your body, drawing out a whine from your lips, when suddenly his now cold again mouth quickly works them to stiff peaks.

"You like that, baby?" You can only nod at his question, carelessly reaching for his hair, needing something to grab onto as he presses cold kisses across the expanse of your neck down your torso. "You're so sensitive for me, does a little cold make you this wet, hmm?" You blink up at your usually sweet boyfriend, only to find his gaze to be more hungry than playful.

"Answer me, baby? Or have I already fucked you stupid without even touching you?" The loud whine your body automatically let out as a response to his filthy words has you blushing frantically, only serving to further spur Jeno's near-sadistic behavior. "Aww, it's ok princess, there's no need to be embarrassed. You're gonna sound so pretty when you're cumming for me later, I just know it."

Before you know it, your skirt's flipped up to cover your abdomen, and it's near impossible to tear your gaze away from Jeno's fingers and how they seemingly glide across your wet lips. His tongue peeks out to lick at your clit before giving it a harsh suck, pulling back to bite at your thigh with a groan, and you just know he's left you with another blossoming mark. You always make it a point to complain about Jeno's marking habits, but he knew better; after all, he's caught you staring at them in the mirror before when you thought he wasn't home.

Frustrated that you had yet to be properly touched despite all your boyfriend's teasing, crinkling sound catches your attention, only to be met with the sight of Jeno sucking at that damned popsicle again. So much for hoping it was a condom so you'd finally be getting some. "Babe, pleeaaseee," you keen, wiggling your hips before biting at your swollen lower lip, trying to entice your boyfriend, "do something, anything."

"Anything?" But it's more of a statement than a question, as you soon find out. The remainder of your clothing is dragged off your body before the cool touch surprises you, but you're even more surprised to find Jeno fucking a brand new popsicle into your wetness. "Your pussy's gonna be so sticky and sweet for me, can't wait to watch you suck it off me," he all but groans at the mere thought of your heavenly lips sucking him off. The image of Jeno's colorful cum spilling out of you doesn't last long, as the freezing treat demands its presence be known, his tongue simultaneously going back to working at your clit.

Letting out a loud moan of his name, he looks up at you, squeezing you thigh with his free hand to draw your attention back to his face, intense eyes settling upon your teary ones. "Does it feel good, baby? Is it too cold?" You're touched that he's checking up on you, but it's really difficult to form words when his cold digits take over and fuck up into you with fervor.

"Don't stop, don't stop fuck Jeno please don't stop!" Just as you cry out for more, the man in question pulls away from you completely, leaving you high and dry just when it your orgasm was building up around his skilled fingers. Your eyes open to the sight of a shirtless Jeno with his pants and briefs pushed down just enough so that he can fuck up into his hand, giving himself just a hint of relief before moving on to the main event. Complaints die in your throat as you watch Jeno grasp both his leaking cock and the popsicle between his palms, rocking against the length of the sticky mess before once again pushing it into you a handful of times, ultimately discarding it off-handedly in the general direction of the coffee table it had been melting atop. "Think you're ready to take my cock now, princess? Wanna feel how well you take me," mumbling the latter against your lips, already having his tongue nearly down your throat as he aligns his tip, drawing out beautiful, desperate moans when he finally pushes in and sheathes himself inside your wetness to the hilt. You'd never even noticed when the rest of his clothes had gone missing, but you weren't complaining either.

"Fuck Jeno, how do you feel so hot yet so cold at the same time?" you shiver, simultaneously pulling closer and farther from his body, seeking the warmth from his chest while avoiding his freezing hands. He only chuckles at this, kissing further down your jaw before pausing to suck another mark, this time into your sensitive breast. Jeno's cold hands find purchase on your hips despite all your wriggling, bodies quickly warming up as the heat in the room rises on this passionate summer night. His hips work a strong rhythm into your own, pulling lewd melodies from the depths of your chest, raking your nails down his broad back in retaliation for making your things quake.

"Please tell me you're close, because I'm so turned on I can't guarantee I'll outlast you at this rate." The sheepish confession coming from a face that's anything but has you nearly combusting on the spot. His furrowed brows, parted, kiss-swollen lips and strangled groans all adding to your current heightened state of pleasure.

"Just a little more, Jeno I'm so so close. Feels so fucking good, just like tha-at," your eyes roll back as you're speaking and the cockiness that his features don immediately spell trouble. He's found your spot and he is whole heartedly planning to abuse this newfound knowledge. Both of your thighs are pushed up and pinned in place by your chest, his knees digging deeper into the leather; the glint in your boyfriend's dark eyes shining twice as bright in the now-evening glow, vision quickly blurring as his pace picks up considerably. His filthy praises besides your ear only helping your decent further into madness, bucking your hips into his as your nails dig into his shoulders for dear life.

"That's it, good girl, let go for me, come all over my dick, you can do it." As if by magic spell, your release floods your senses, a strangled cry of Jeno's name escaping your weak lips, babbling as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm. The colorful popsicle residue mixed with your own cum leaks out of you as Jeno pulls out of your warmth, and he stops for a moment to admire the art that would soon be once again ruined by raging hormones.

True to his filthy word, once you've recovered your still-horny lover is quick to lead your head between his legs, making sure you wouldn't forget the real sticky treat he'd made sure to save you a taste of. "Your mouth feels so good, so good, all for me, yeah?" he coos down at your form, blissed out as he enjoys the view.

It's his turn to be surprised however, when you pull off his cock to wink up at him, seductively murmuring for him to use you for his own release and fuck your throat. Not one that needs to be told twice, Jeno cups your cheeks as he holds you in place, slowly slipping into your mouth once again. He stops to make sure you're sure, asking if you're okay every time you whine or gag around him, not wanting to hurt you either.

Once you reassure him you're fine and start moving of your own accord, the loudest moan you've ever heard from Jeno to date spilling out, his head thrown back in sheer pleasure from the delicious sensation. You have all but a minute's worth of the upper hand before feline eyes are back on your own, silently asking for permission to begin moving his hips. Your silent response comes in the way your hands come up to his hips, ready to stop him if you needed to come up for air. A mere three thrusts in and Jeno is doubling over, sweet and filthy words coming out slurred as he's drunk off the feeling of your thigh throat around his length. "I'm so fucking close, oh my god," Jeno's ragged voice manages to rasp out, bucking wildly as you gag around his thick dick. "Gonna cum down your throat princess, yes or no?" He tugs at your hair to get your attention, briefly stilling his fidgeting hips. Your moan of an answer and the way you claw at his thighs to brace yourself being all the nonverbal cues he needs before he pulls out, sensitive tip all the way at your lips again, and you take in a deep breath just before he pushes back in so deep you feared you wouldn't be able to take it, the evidence of white, hot pleasure coating your throat in stripes.

Rather than the usual salty tang of Jeno's cum, the sweetness of the popsicle and taste of your own essence remaining the dominant taste on your tongue. You lick at your sticky lips as Jeno slowly pulls away from your mouth, hissing at how sensitive he is after such a powerful orgasm. He lays back before pulling you with him to lie over his chest, uncaring for the sweaty sheen adorning your bodies in favor of the peaceful embrace of your love. Many peppered kisses and high praises later, Jeno gently turns to press a lingering kiss atop your head, softly calling your name to beckon your gaze.

He breaks the silence by asking, "What do you say about trying whipped cream next time?"

"Sounds... sweet," you retort, much to Jeno's chagrin. At times like this he could easily see why his friends made fun of you two for your sense of humor. But for as much as he teased, he knew he would always be twice as in love with you as he ever claimed to be. And that.. was pretty sweet indeed.

[bing-fucker]

Plot twist, Remus was amping up his annoyingness and grossness just so when Anti is all fed up and says "UGH IS THERE ANYTHING THAT WILL GET YOU TO SHUT UP AND LEAVE ME ALONE" Remus can then say "lemme fuck you and I'll shut up for the rest of the day". It was all part of his master plan to get at Anti's twink ass

Remus is an evil master mind and I love him for it. Also, I'm using this ask to write it because y'all have given me far too many ideas for this, and if I have to suffer with my thoughts, so do you. Also, just for Hearts Anon, I did mention Anti bottoming for Dark. So there.

Also, I can't add read more links on my phone, so I'm sorry.

Warnings: Remus being Remus, mentions of wound-fucking and blood play, Anti's throat wound, mentions of suicide, dildos used as gags, use of the term "glitch bitch" in a sexual context, Remus licks Anti's throat slit. Ask me to add as necessary!

Meeting the Sides was supposed to be exciting! It was supposed to be fun and cool, because the Sides were new and it was fun to meet new people. Schneep had immediately latched onto Logan, and the two were talking about math so quickly that Anti wasn't even sure they were speaking English (he did, actually, hear some German words occasionally). Marvin and Jackie had both quickly been dragged off by Roman, Chase was speaking to Patton and Deceit, and JJ awkwardly teaching Virgil some Sign.

Which left Anti, who would have much rather been left alone. Unfortunately, however, Anti was not alone. No, instead, Anti had been annoyed all day by one Duke Remus Sanders. Remus was, to put it simply, fascinated by Anti. And, specifically, Anti's neck wound. Anti had attempted to escape him by going outside, but that just got him followed.

"Hey, if someone fucked your throat wound, would it be, like, deep-deep throating?" Remus asked, looking around the backyard of the Sides' house. "Or! Or! If you sucked someone's dick, could it go through the slit?" Remus looked back at Anti, who was sitting on the porch steps, looking exhausted. Remus leaned closer to Anti and poked his throat wound.

"Don't feckin' do that, you eejit!" Anti exclaimed, slapping Remus' hand away. "It isn't all the way cut through, dumbass, that isn't how biology works!"

"Have you tried it?" Remus asked, cocking his head curiously.

"No!"

"Then how do you know?"

"Because I'm not feckin' decapitated, this isn't just a hole in my throat!" Anti groaned and stood, stomping back into the house. It had been like this for the five hours that him and the others were visiting the Sides, and he was very close to taking Dark's advice and trying to kill himself again. Or maybe killing Remus. Either were ideas that would work.

Anti stomped into the living room, where most of the others were gathered. Remus followed behind him quickly, rambling on about something Anti wasn't paying attention to and never had been.

"Oh, for feck's sake!" Anti exclaimed, stopping and turning to look at Remus, who stilled and cocked his head curiously. "What do I have to do to get you to leave me alone!?"

Remus grinned wide. "Let me fuck you and I'll leave you alone for the rest of the day." Anti heard the very distinct sound of Schneep cursing in surprise, and even a surprised laugh from Chase.

"Are you serious?" Anti asked, glaring at Remus.

"Deadly so," Remus agreed, grinning wider.

Anti glared harder. Was it worth it? The average man lasted three to ten minutes, to be fair. So it was three to ten minutes of Anti's life for hours of piece. "Fine," he said, drawing more surprised curses and laughs from Henrik and Chase. "But you don't touch my neck."

Remus looked shocked for a second, then grinned and grabbed Anti's hand, quickly sinking down and subsequently dragging the glitch out of the living room and into Remus' room. Anti looked around the room, glitching in annoyance.

"Wow. Great decorating skills," he said sarcastically. Remus' room was dark, messy, and probably a health hazard.

"Thank you!" Remus replied, seemingly mistaking Anti's sarcasm for genuine admiration.

"Yeah, whatever." Anti sighed and turned back towards Remus, opening his mouth to say something else. However his words were quickly cut off by the duke crashing his lips against Anti's. Anti yelped into the kiss, fumbling with his hands hand a second before settling them on Remus' hips.

"Jaysus feck!" Anti exclaimed, pulling away from the kiss briefly. "Warn a guy!"

"I thought the whole 'let me fuck you and I'll leave you alone' bit worked as a warning," Remus replied, moving to kiss at Anti's throat and frowning when he remembered. "How am I supposed to do foreplay if I can't mark your throat!?"

"Try taking off my shirt, asshole," Anti replied, pushing Remus away and pulling his shirt off. "There are other places to mark someone!"

"Works for me," Remus replied, quickly taking off his own shirt and shoving Anti onto the bed.

"Ask me to do things, don't just shove me!" Anti hissed, glitching slightly as he arranged himself on the bed.

"That's boring," Remus replied, straddling Anti's thighs and quickly setting to work marking up the glitch's shoulders and collarbones. "Hey, is it going to bleed? Like, while I'm fucking you?"

"You're feckin' disgusting," Anti replied, voice glitching into a soft moan when Remus licked around his nipple.

Remus didn't respond, only ground against Anti's thigh lightly. Anti winced slightly, suddenly very much reminded that the only time he'd bottomed before was when losing a fight to Dark- and Remus was shaping up to be quite a bit rougher than Dark.

"You hump like a wild animal," Anti hissed, holding back a sound as he shifted beneath Remus and was reminded of his own cock, straining in too-tight skinny jeans.

"Yes, well, it's one of my charms," Remus responded, sitting back slightly to admire the mass of dark bruises he'd left littering Anti's shoulders, chest, and collarbones. Anti glared weakly up at him, earning a sigh. "Are you going to glare the entire time?"

"Until you do something that's worth me not, yes," Anti replied.

Remus shrugged and climbed off of Anti, roughling yanking the glitch's jeans and boxers off in one smooth motion. Anti yelped, gripping Remus' hair as the duke lifted his legs in the air and pressed his face right against Anti's entrance.

"What is with you not warning people!?" Anti exclaimed, blushing and staring down at Remus in shock. Remus just shrugged and licked around Anti's hole wetly, drawing a startled moan from the glitch.

"Y-you're doing horribly," Anti commented, words falsified by the high-pitched, glitching moans he gave as Remus ate him out.

"You say that," Remus replied, pulling back slightly. "And yet every other part of you disagrees." As if to prove his point, he dragged his finger up the underside of Anti's achingly hard cock. Anti yelped, hips bucking up in response.

"See, look at that," Remus purred, snapping his fingers and locking Anti's legs into previously unseen stir-ups. He pulled away to undress himself. "You seem so open for me. Pity your mouth can't quite shut up."

"What are you gonna do, gag me?" Anti replied, blushing brightly at the lewd position Remus had put him in.

"You know," Remus commented, standing and walking to a chest of drawers across the room. "That's not a half bad idea. Let's test something out." Anti craned his neck to try and see what Remus was doing, blushing more as he became more excited at the mystery.

"There we go," Remus purred, returning to Anti's side with something hidden behind his back. "Open wide, my dear glitch bitch." Anti rolled his eyes at the name, but opened his mouth obediently, silently justifying his obedience by saying it was for the sake of being left alone. Anti's eyes once again widened as Remus shoved a rather sizable dildo down his throat, reflexive tears almost immediately springing to his eyes as he glared at the duke.

"Well, that was disappointing," Remus observed. "You were right." Anti rolled his eyes as if to say 'Duh, of course I was'.

"Don't get snippy," Remus laughed, climbing back onto the bed and between Anti's lifted legs. "You look rather beautiful, you know. All spread out and silenced. I bet you'd look even prettier with your lips wrapped around a cock."

Anti blushed and moaned around the dildo in his throat at the praise, arching his back as Remus slowly pushed the head of his cock into him.

"Oh," Remus breathed, watching the demon beneath him as he pushed fully inside. "Somehow I didn't peg you as the praise type. Hah! Peg!" Anti rolled his eyes again, letting out a muffled moan as Remus angled his hips and pressed against Anti's prostate.

"You feel so good," Remus purred, waiting less than a minute for Anti to adjust before setting a punishing pace. "Better than I imagined." Anti's eyes fluttered closed as Remus continued, moaning desperately around the dildo down his throat.

"Fuck, you're hot," Remus praised, gently stroking Anti's cock as he fucked him. Anti moaned loudly, not even caring as Remus leaned down and licked along his wound. Anti whimpered and moaned desperately around his gag, bucking back against Remus' thrusts as he came far too quickly for his own liking.

"That's very cute," Remus grunted, thrusts becoming erratic and even rougher as he came close to his own orgasm. "How quickly you came just from getting fucked. We should do this more often~" Anti didn't even have the coherancy to roll his eyes in response, or be disgusted when Remus came inside of him.

Remus pulled away with a soft laugh, licking his lips at the sight Anti made and staring for a few minutes. Eventually, he released Anti's legs from their stir-ups and pulled the dildo from the glitch's throat, impassively watching Anti gasp and choke for breath for a few seconds before offering a bottle of water.

"There we go," Remus laughed, getting dressed and tossing Anti his clothes. "That was fun wasn't it?"

"Ah!" Anti made a gesture for Remus to shut up when he was coherant enough to start getting dressed. "You said you'd leave me alone!"

"Does that have to start now?" Remus whined, watching Anti get dressed with a pout.

"Yes," Anti replied, pulling his shirt on. "Yes it does." With that, the glitch turned and stormed off, followed closely by the laughing duke.

Anti collapsed on the living room couch gratefully, looking forward to spending the rest of the visit in silence. Silence which he only got to enjoy for about ten minutes.

"Guys," Jackie said, voice soft. Anti groaned and looked away from his phone, looking at Jackie, who was now holding a sleeping Jameson, the youngest clinging to the hero like a koala. "Get your stuff, okay? We're gonna head home."

Anti stared in shock. He did all of that for ten minutes!? He could've put up with Remus for all that time! Not that he was too bothered about getting to fuck the other man, but still! It was the principle of it! Ten minutes!

"WHAT THE FUCK!?" Anti exclaimed, his loud voice joined by Schneep and Chase's loud laughter.