#lukeric

[sillystigmata]

LET’S ALL LIVE

[wildeoscars]

ignorama iwtv rpf masterlist

I’ve decided to gather my iwtv rpf fics into one post! Below you’ll find my most recently posted, and the rest are chronological below the cut.

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It's Always Like The First Time (Let Me Take A Part) Eric Bogosian/Assad Zaman, 7.2k, Explicit

Oh, he was out to ruin Assad. He’d been trying so hard to be good, to hear him out and earnestly take in his insecurities. And then to go and admit that he was practically a virgin all over again, untouched over the course of Assad’s entire lifetime.

Sometimes A Fantasy Eric Bogosian/Assad Zaman, 3k words, Explicit

He did feel bad for the poor kid. He remembered jerking off for a week after he saw The Velvet Vampire in theaters. Assad was worse off now, though, because while there hadn’t been a chance in hell he’d ever get to fuck Celeste Yarnall, Assad had very much been able to fuck one Eric Bogosian, and now he had to do without.

Bigmouth Strikes Again Eric Bogosian/Assad Zaman, 4.3k words, Explicit

If there was a real problem, he and Jo would have talked it out already like the adults they were. No, this was her solution to draw him out of his own head, a little pain to throw off the comfort he’d gotten so accustomed to lately. God, he loved her. Loved Assad for indulging them.

A Cog Dog Eric Bogosian/Assad Zaman, 4.7k words, Explicit

It was everywhere in Eric’s writing, his monologues, tumbling from his mouth seemingly beyond his control in polite company. If Assad got him riled up enough in bed, it came out then, too.

Eric Bogosian was a dog.

Treat Me Like The Dog I Am Eric Bogosian/Assad Zaman, 3.8k words, Explicit

They came up with a game the night after Assad gifted Eric his collar. The rules were simple: Eric just had to be good. If he was good, he got a treat. If he wasn’t, Assad would punish him.

[Sequel to A Cog Dog]

Try My Love (See How Well It Fits) Eric Bogosian/Luke Brandon Field/Assad Zaman, 4.2k words, Explicit

“You’ll listen to me, and you’ll get to fuck Assad. You’ll be so good, won’t you, sweetheart?” Eric asked, his lips twisted into that sardonic grin of his as they pressed against the shell of Luke’s ear. It was red hot, the flush on his face extending from the tips of his ears down to the neckline of his shirt. Sweetheart. The endearment never felt so cold, yet so all-encompassingly warm.

Performance Anxiety Eric Bogosian/Assad Zaman, 1k words, Explicit

He didn’t even like going to the urinals if someone else was in the bathroom with him, and now, with Eric pressed up against the length of him, hard against his ass and waiting? It was impossible.

Du trägst ‘n Gott zwischen deinen Schenkeln Eric Bogosian/Assad Zaman, 1.3k words, Explicit

Assad was staring. He knew he was staring. It wasn’t polite to stare at people in general, but it was particularly rude when they had their genitals out.

XXL Eric Bogosian/Assad Zaman, 2.8k words, Explicit

He'd had never seen the boy’s face so red, had never seen him so panicked. “Eric, I am so sorry. If I’d know, I. I would have. I’d never invade Jo’s privacy like that. You have to know, I’d—”

“Oh, those aren’t hers,” Eric interjected, cutting off Assad’s panicked ramblings before he could spiral any further. “Well. She uses them, sure, but not on herself.”

A Sight Worth Seeing, A Vision Of You Eric Bogosian/Luke Brandon Field, 965 words, Mature

“Debbie Harry, huh?” Eric asks with a grin, wolfish and playful. Luke squirms in his lap. Aroused. Embarrassed. It’s not like he’s had a massive crush on her since he was 13.

“Yeah. Big Blondie fan, you know.” He laughs, desperate.

Lazy Sunday Eric Bogosian/Assad Zaman, 1.7k words, Explicit

Assad knew how much Eric loved his thighs.They were strong but soft, something to hold on to. And Eric had last night. He easily folded him in half with his knees to his chest, holding him in place with a strong grip on his thighs. Assad could feel bruises forming already.

Safe In Your Skin Luke Brandon Field/Assad Zaman, 2.6k words, Explicit

Assad had been truly terrifying, even when there had been no real danger. Luke’s injuries were fake, the twin gaping wounds in his neck no more than makeup, yet the fear had been real. The way his body trembled had been real. Assad’s hand, surprisingly gentle, rubbing his cheek as Armand talked Daniel into accepting death, had been real. The way Assad’s knee pressed into his crotch—intentional or not—had been real, and the mixed signals had his brain spinning.

Dr. Feelgood Eric Bogosian/Assad Zaman, 3k words, Explicit

Eric had always loved the look of rubber, the feel of it against his skin. It was something he hadn’t felt in decades, since his life had settled down into something bordering on mundane, but the sensation was impossible to forget. At times he found it difficult to focus on set, Assad looking irresistible in his low-cut shirts and his tight black gloves, but it worked out in the end. Daniel was supposed to be fascinated by this mysterious young man, after all.

Assad had jerked him off one night after filming, gloves still on, and he’d been fantasizing about it ever since.

Step a Little Closer Jacob Anderson/Eric Bogosian, 1.7k words, Explicit

“There’s no way you could do it wrong,” Eric had assured him. And sure, maybe if Jacob had ran into the room and launched himself foot-first at Eric’s junk they would have had a problem, but that hadn’t been the case.

Jacob could have easily convinced Eric he’d stepped on hundreds of dicks in his time, with the ease at which he took to it.

Show Me The Ropes Luke Brandon Field/Assad Zaman, 9.4k words, Explicit

“You could practice on me.”

The words were leaving Luke’s mouth before his brain had time to stop them, and it was too late to take it back by the time they registered.

“I could?” Assad asked, perking up.

Luke could back out now. He could laugh it off, a joke between friends gone too far, and Assad would drop the matter. The more he thought about it, though, the more his head spun.

Assad’s capable hands on him, guiding him into place. The sharp sting of rope rubbing against his tender skin, distracting from the dull throb of his sore muscles. Assad’s gentle voice talking him through it all, praising him. So good for me, Luke. Staying so still.

The Royal Treatment Jacob Anderson/Assad Zaman, 5k words, Explicit

What had been the plan, really?

Buy the lingerie, put it on—and then what? Text his wife on the other side of the world? Have a sad wank alone in his apartment? He wasn’t Cinderella. The clothes weren’t magic. There would be no transformation into this perfect, idealized thing. He was still just Jacob—playing at something he wasn’t just to hide from his real problems, like always.

To Everything There Is A Season Eric Bogosian/Assad Zaman, 1.2k words, Teen

Eric used to worry about the future a lot more when he was younger. Now—laying on his couch with Assad on top of him, dozing away in the warmth of a lazy summer afternoon—it’s less a worry and more of a tender yearning, an ache. To have his story coming to an end just as Assad’s is gearing up.

Nothing Compares to a Quiet Evening Alone Luke Brandon Field/Assad Zaman, 1.2k words, Explicit

Luke and Assad had been driving for hours, watched the sky go from blue to orange to black, but they were still hours away from their destination—a little camping spot by Lake Tahoe. Assad needed the escape after weeks of promotion, and Luke had offered his car, his playlists, his company.

[yaoiblackmold]

Shipping LBF and Eric Bogosian together is hilarious to me because it's basically like a theoretical "would you fuck a younger/older version of yourself" but this time it's real and both of them were like yes I would fuck my clone.

[ebogohead]

saw a meme on twitter

[bludkin]

"thank you boss" is what Luke says after Eric—

[demonpoppyseed]

How about some Luke/Eric to help your writers block? Thinking of Luke becoming obsessed with Eric's arms and how strong they look...

Thank you for the prompt! Assad decided to tag along

🖤🖤🖤

It hadn't been a problem during season 1.

The truth was, Luke hadn't even noticed then. It wasn't as if he'd filmed with Eric, and when they had spent time together, Eric had worn a thick leather jacket. He could have had spaghetti arms under there and Luke wouldn't even have noticed.

And yeah, maybe Luke had noticed that he was handsome. And charming. And that he had great taste in music and a killer sense of humor. But those had been passing thoughts, the normal sorts of things you noticed about someone you liked. Someone you liked in a totally normal, platonic way. Obviously.

No, it had all been fine then. The moment he'd gotten into trouble had been when he'd watched the first season. Specifically the first scene of the first season.

Now in this post-watching season one world, he twirled his pen between his teeth, chewing so hard on the end that he could feel indents all around the plastic.

Across the table, Eric laughed at something Assad had said. Luke had not a single clue what it was.

The muscles moved in Eric's arm, torturously visible in his short sleeve t-shirt as he reached for Assad's neck.

When that arm wrapped around Assad's throat and pulled him in for a noogie, Luke let out a horrible, pathetic little whine.

Assad didn't seem to hear, too busy giggling in Eric's hold, but Eric's head whipped around to look at him.

Luke felt a hot blush spill over his face. Eric grinned and winked.

"Get off of me," Assad giggled, pretending to struggle.

"No," Eric said, still grinning at Luke.

Luke suddenly realized his mouth was hanging open. He shut it quickly around his pen.

"Eriiiiic!"

Eric's grip tightened, muscles flexing. Assad's breathing came quick and shallow, his fingers grappling at Eric's forearm. Eric raised an eyebrow at Luke.

"Think he could fight me off if he actually tried? I've told him before to give it his all, but I don't think his heart's ever been in it."

Luke forced himself to look down at Assad and felt such an intense wave of jealousy it made him dizzy.

Slut, his brain supplied, made venomous by the look of unabashed bliss on Assad's face.

Shut up, he told his brain bitterly. Like you wouldn't be just like that. Like you wouldn't be worse.

"Think you could fight me off?"

Luke's eyes snapped back up to Eric's face. He swallowed, and watched Eric's eyes follow the movement of his throat.

"P-" he said. His voice felt hoarse. He cleared his throat. "Probably not."

"Want to find out?"

Luke glanced around. There was no one else in the room, but it wasn't private either, just a little break room close to the soundstage.

"Doesn't have to be here."

Luke glanced back at Eric and Assad, surprised by the sound of Assad's voice. Eric had let him go, and he was sitting up straight, hair mussed and eyes sparkling.

"We could all go back to mine tonight—"

"This morning, you mean," Eric scoffed.

Assad ignored him.

"I've got, you know. Wine. Cheese. Toys."

Luke coughed loudly, his pen clattering to the floor.

"What?" he wheezed.

Eric and Assad glanced at each other.

"What?" Assad said. "He wasn't getting it."

"So you jumped straight to toys?"

Assad raised his hands defensively.

Fuck, Luke thought. He's got nice arms too.

[borndalemouche]

everybody get more rpf-ey RIGHT NOW!!

[badger-and-bloom]

just reced my friend absolutely beautiful insane fauxest smut (the bogosian BDSM package)

we talked about daddy kink fauxcest being a guilty (or not so guilty for me) pleasure for both of us, but didn't go into detail and man, idk how fauxcesty he likes his fauxcest...

so either i just gave him a beautiful gift, or he's gonna look at me with very different eyes soon lol