#buddie kinktober 2021

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Weekly Recap | January 8th-14th 2024

TWO MONTHS UNTIL SEASON 7!!!

I'm sorry it's late and I'm sorry if I missed anyone but my ao3 history was sortof a mess 😩 I think maybe some userscript I downloaded is fucking up my history. oh well. (or else someone has hacked my ao3 account and has been reading House M.D. fanfic?!?!? (how the fuck did I even get in my history, I don't even remember searching for anything that had House fics in the results wtf))

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Followed By Ghosts by itsanapothecary (Canon Divergent, S1-S2 | 21K | Teen): Instead of hiding the truth about Daniel from their children, Margaret and Philip memorialize their lost son in every one of their remaining children's accomplishments. Growing up, neither Maddie nor Buck felt like they could escape the shadow of their brother. When Buck finds the 118, he gets a chance to be his own person, although the looming attention from his parents and weight of expectations threatens to jeopardize what he's built in Los Angeles.

no harm, no foul by callmenewbie/ @callmenewbie (Getting Together | 5K | Mature): Eddie knows how Buck feels. Buck knows how Eddie feels. So why is Eddie giving him the cold shoulder instead of talking about it?

what to do when evan buckley breaks into your house at 3:17 in the morning by oklahoma/ @malewifediaz (Love Confessions | 3K | Teen): After a night out drinking with Maddie, Buck (kind of) breaks in to Eddie’s house.

Wait For It by oliviacirce (PWP, Post-S6E6: Cursed | 8K | Explicit): Buck kind of liked not jerking off.

in a fix by rainbow_nerds/ @rainbow-nerdss (Getting Together, PWP | 4K | Explicit): Buck gets himself into a bit of a sticky situation, and Eddie helps him out.

we were lucky once (could be lucky again) by hattalove/ @hattalove (Post-Break Up | 1K | Teen): which they're not together anymore, but they can't sleep apart.

Mark Me Like a Bloodstain (Burning Red) by sirencalls/ @usersiren (Vampire Eddie, Post-S4, PWP | 3K | Explicit): “Eddie, you’re freezing,” Buck says, worry creeping into his tone. “Eddie, we need to get you to the hospital—” “No.” His voice is echoey and strange, definitively not human, and he picks up on the way Buck’s pulse quickens. Fuck, he’s scaring Buck. The human part of him is ashamed, guilty for making Buck ever be afraid of him. The vampire part of him is delighted, is even more wanting because of it, and that’s why he calls himself a monster.

Kinktober 2021 series by sirencalls/ @usersiren (PWP | 31 works | 68K | Explicit)

all that is you makes up all that is me by soyxunxperdedor/ @messyhairdiaz (Post-S6E11 | 1K | General): “I was just checking if you’re ready…” Eddie says faintly, trailing off as his eyes track the path of the lightning seared across Buck’s skin. -or- In the aftermath of a lightning strike, Buck and Eddie have a conversation.

Long Overdue by mansikka (PWP | 3K | Mature): Eddie realizes his feelings for Buck are more than platonic; what's he supposed to do now?

kiss me, kiss me (i don't know if i can let you go) by ipretendtobesane/ @useramor (Getting Together, Accidental Kissing | 10K | General): If anyone ever asks- they were both drunk. Eddie knows they weren’t, he and Buck don’t like to drink during the week, regardless of whether or not they work the next day. If they are working, they don’t want to be out of it on the job, and if they’re not they don’t want to be out of it when Christopher wakes up the next morning at 7:00am with more energy than either of them can handle. But there’s not really a good explanation otherwise. No other way to explain why, as Buck was walking out the door, Eddie leaned in and gave him a soft kiss goodnight.

til there was you by woodchoc_magnum/ @woodchoc-magnum (Hurt Buck, Married Buddie | 16K | Mature): In which Buck's appendix tries to kill him in the middle of a busy shift, and Eddie has to stage a dramatic rescue.

spread a little christmas cheer by soyxunxperdedor/ @messyhairdiaz (Post-S3E10: Christmas Spirit, PWP | 1K | Explicit): Eddie has a realization at the Christmas party and goes the wrong way with it.

do you love me? all you gotta do is say yes by fleetinghearts/ @shitouttabuck (Friends to Fiances, Crack | 3K | Teen): “It’s always pretty fun to see a former fuckboy from your grad school era bootycall list all domestic and settled down.” or, two boy best friends and an ex lover walk into a grocery store. everyone is on their normalest behaviour.

🔥 Echoes of Your Name by sirencalls/ @usersiren (Canon Divergence, PWP, Sex Worker Buck | 9K | Explicit): Of course he’s immediately wary of it. Porn videos have never worked for Eddie, so why would the audio version of them be any different? It’s the same strangers faking the same moans and whines as the other actors, just without a pretty face to go with it. Eddie thinks it’ll almost be less effective—seeing every tiny reaction that someone has to what you’re doing to them is part of the fun—so he doesn’t have high expectations. He doesn’t expect it to work.

marry me, eddie diaz by elisela/ @elisela (Marriage Proposal | 1K | General): There’s a long silence, and then, “you do that a lot,” Eddie says, looking over at him strangely. “I do what a lot?” “Ask me to marry you,” Eddie says. “I know it’s just a joke, but I feel like—” he stops and shakes his head, bringing his hand up to rub the back of his neck.

sit present in the darkness by elisela (Post-Shooting, Established Buddie | 4K | General): In the midst of stories about their jobs, catching up on what the kids have said, and making endless fun of each other, Eddie’s sitting at his seat with his phone face down on the table in front of him. Occasionally it will buzz and he’ll look around the table, pick it up when he thinks no one is watching. He types something quickly, looks over his shoulder at the kid’s table—where Buck has been since the food was brought to them���and puts it down again. Face down. Karen knows this game. She’s played it before, almost lost.

WIP

🔥 Precious & Fragile Things by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Small Miracles AU, Angel Buck | 13/? | 31K | Teen): Buck is the Fallen Angel of Petty Temptation, who has been tasked with tempting human Eddie Diaz to sin and enjoy life, but just a little. He thinks the job will be easy - get in, get out, go back to Peru to continue messing around with eternity. But when Buck arrives in Los Angeles, he finds Eddie is harder to tempt than expected, and more compelling than Buck had hoped.

🔥 and if i bleed (you'll be the last to know) by diazchristopher/ @captain-hen (Canon Divergent Season 6, Friends with Benefits | 2/18 | 9K | Explicit): or, an alternate look at season 6 where buck and eddie have been casually sleeping together since before the beginning of the season. somehow, this changes both everything and nothing at all.

🔥 Things We're All Too Young to Know by @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon, S1 through S6 | 106/? | 290K | Mature): This is a love story. Even if it doesn’t always look like it. Even if it doesn’t always feel like it. A look back on Eddie and Buck's lives up to now, and what led them to each other, interpreted from the current 9-1-1 canon.

Innocence died screaming, honey, ask me I should know by JJK/ @trenchcoatsandtimetravel (Demon Buck, Canon Divergent | 9/? | 15K | Teen): Buck is a demon with the power to help with pregnancy, childbirth, and infant health. When the Buckleys make a deal asking for someone to help 'save their baby', Buck leaps at the chance as it will give him what he's always wanted: a life on earth. But demon deals are tricky and neither of them gets quite what they're after. This is Buck's journey as he navigates growing up on earth and remembering how to help those in need.

🔥 for all the haunts and homes of men by euadnes/ @kananjarus (Canon Divergent, Post-Apocalyptic, Station Eleven Crossover | WIP | 12/? | 105K | Mature | Warning: Violence): The year by the old calendar is 2025. Home is gone. Home is a failed rescue mission and an echo of a memory. Home is a lost boy living in a wooden house by the sea. But first, there was a promise. Christopher, when it's safe, I'll take you back to your father. Buck had all but given up on keeping it after the world had died and everyone in it. But just as some oaths refuse to be forgotten, so the same can be said about the endurance of love.

🔥 Right Where You Left Me by hyacinthusbloom/ @thebloomingheather (Canon Divergent, Post-S4, Angst | 21/? | 106K | Explicit | ❗️Warning: Rape/Non-con): "Therapy?" Eddie suggests. Buck almost laughs, but instead says, "I'll go if you go." Because he had fully expected him to be chicken shit, to disagree, and instead Eddie, the bastard, replies, "Deal." Or Buck never tells anyone that he slept with his therapist and deals with the butterfly effect years later.

🔥 a foundation of trust and love we cannot see by lemonzestywrites/ @lemonzestywrites (FWB, BDSM, Sub Eddie, Dom Buck | 2/17 | 24K | Explicit): “It’s like I want to explore it and dive into it, but it’s not exactly like I’m seeing someone to try this all out with,” he explains, doing his best to keep down the annoyed huff that threatens to escape him at every other word. Buck nods to himself before steadily going silent. For a minute, Eddie thinks that this is the end of their conversation. “I can show you if you’d like.” Eddie nearly chokes on his beer.

Love Ends. by rowan_wood (Exes to Lovers | 5/17 | 7K | Explicit): But what if it doesn't?

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🔥 Relationship Advice from Complete Strangers Online by HMSLusitania/ @hmslusitania (Getting Together | 4K | Teen): When he gets home for the night, Buck turns to the one source of information that’s never let him down: the internet. But where does one go for relationship advice from complete strangers online? Which is how, ten minutes later, he finds himself on Reddit with a shiny new account and username. It takes him a while after that to craft his question for r/Relationships, but he thinks he’s got it pretty accurately conveyed before he hits post.

🔥 You Could Be The One I Keep by browney3dgirl6/ @hoodie-buck (Didn't Know They Were Dating | 6K | Teen): Eddie finally get's up the nerve to ask Buck out, his best friend accepting much easier than Eddie ever dreamed. Things are better than ever between them, the two of them becoming even closer, going out on several dates—only problem? Buck has no idea they're dating, like not even the slightest clue.

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homewrecker

submission for: @cirigiri's The DILF List Collab (DILF #17 — the friend’s husband) AND for iwaizumi's birthday on the 10th of june. also, this is part 1, part 2 is coming out on the 21st, and part 3 during kinktober <3

features: friend's husband!hajime iwaizumi x mrs. oikawa!f!reader (afab!reader, uses she/her pronouns) | song: homewrecker - marina | wc: 4185 | part 2 | part 3

summary: while hajime iwaizumi is a highly successful athletic trainer, his marriage is in disarray. his wife ended up cheating on him even after having a son, kaito iwaizumi, when she went on a business trip to argentina; with his best buddy, tooru oikawa, of all people. he wasn't the only one who had been duped, though. so were you, tooru oikawa's wife, and with a daughter, melina jose oikawa. you remembered your pent-up sentiments for hajime while comforting each other, and things start to take a spicy turn. | visual inspiration: this artwork by @/novak.rouge on instagram (@beware-of-the-rogue the way you and ella have spoiled me xD) and serena mendoza is inspired by serena van der woodsen from gossip girl (yes i love that show gtfo my case lol /j /lh)

beta readers: @mrskenmakozume @sweetsbysatori (your inputs are so so valuable ilysm <333) | networks: @tokyometronetwork @hanayanetwork

brainstorming: @mxonigirimiya (this wouldn't have been possible without you so thank you so so much *sobs* <33)

content warnings: hq timeskip spoilers, themes of infidelity, suggestive tones, angst, hurt/comfort, usage of swear words (this is so not me lol, i just had a rough couple of days, and this is me venting lol), serena's called a bitch, paparazzi, mentions of body insecurity/dysmorphia (but not reader), the reader having symptoms of depression including having trouble with eating, mentions of consumption of alcohol, sexual tension, slightly dubcon (if you squint at the end) 'cause iwaizumi's speaking in a slurred voice, please lmk if i miss out on any tags

a/n: this took me a lot of while to come up with this lol, because it's writing about my kinnie in a bad light, but it's only for the sake of the plot y'all. but i honestly loved writing this, i'd been in a bad mood off late and i needed to vent out. also, please note that i don't ever condone cheating. as always, likes, comments & reblogs, especially reblogs are appreciated. also, minors please dni, i will block you.

9th May 2021. 7:00pm, San Juan, Argentina

The waves from the cerulean sea kissed your toes as you were sitting near the shoreline in Del Bono with your elbows on the clear sand. The incandescent moon shone light on your shimmery silver dress and sand-covered feet which had become sore after running away from the izakaya after one of your colleagues shared the news where you learned that your husband, the setter of Club Atletico San Juan, Tooru Oikawa, was rumored to have cheated on you with your best friend since university, Serena Mendoza. You heaved a long drawn sigh as you felt something punching your gut as you then sat up with your hands hugging your stomach, writhing in agony, and tears welling in your eyes. Your heart broke for your daughter, as you wondered whether she heard the news about her father, and wondered whether her classmates would eventually make fun of her. She was at no fault of this at all, but was unnecessarily caught in this crossfire. 

Wiping the tears from your waterline, for a moment you think about Serena, one of the richest, most popular and good looking girls at the University of California at Irvine, who became your best friend over your course of study at the university. She was regarded as one of the most beautiful girls in your university. Everyone wanted to be her, some wanted to be with her, and you, (Y/N) (L/N), having moved to the States from Japan, had considered yourself very lucky to befriend her. 

The day after you two graduated from uni, you two were lying on one of the sands of the California beaches. You let the sand below you cling to you as you wore a swimsuit with every inch of the fabric hugging your skin especially after you’d gone for a swim, while Serena wore her black V-neck one-piece swimsuit, her body and her long, wavy blonde locks basked in the glory of the sunshine, waiting for you to get back. As you two were lying down, soaking in the sun, Serena said, “You know something? Someday, it would be nice for us to get married to a pair of best friends, wouldn’t it?” As the water kisses your feet, you turn to Serena and add, “Famous best friends, maybe? And if we end up getting a high profile job too, someday we wouldn’t have to worry about our life, y’know? ‘Cause we’d be living a life of luxury,” chuckling amongst yourselves.

Boy, how you were wrong.

10th May 2021. 7:00am, Tokyo, Japan

“We now begin this special program with breaking news as we see clips showing the well known setter for the San Juan Volleyball Team, Tooru Oikawa, walking out of his hotel with someone other than his wife. Sources say…”

As Iwaizumi was told by Atsumu Miya, one of his athletes that he was training for the Olympics, to watch the news online through his iPad,  the world came to a standstill for him. He was beyond disbelief, seeing his wife and the mother of their son, as the mystery woman who was scuttling inside the hotel with Oikawa’s arm around her waist as he kissed her on her lips. He could make out that it was Serena through her blonde tresses, and the emerald earrings that he gave her for their anniversary.

“Haji,” he heard her calling for him once more, interrupting his train of thought, but the voice that once brought him joy now wrung his heart, causing him to be in profound agony. He turned in the direction of the gradually unfamiliar voice as he noticed Serena walking out of their bedroom in her work attire. She’d seen a little frantic, when she asked him, “Haji, where’s our son?” Furrowing his eyebrows at her, the athletic trainer responded, “That’s not something you needed to know,” then shrugged his shoulders to continue, “given that you don’t care for him anyway, but I’d already contacted my parents to take him in.” Serena widened her eyes in shock, raising her voice, “How dare you! He’s our son! How dare you make such decisions without consulting me?” 

Approaching her, Hajime confronted his wife, and replied, “Serena, you lost that right. Not when you chose to go to Buenos Aires for the trip. You lost the right to call me your husband and Kaito as our son, when you decided to fuck my best friend,” raising his voice at the end and pointing a finger towards her. Serena’s mouth gaped wide open as he told her, “Atsumu showed me the news. That bastard woke me up at 7am! I’m glad that he did though, because you cheated on me, and betrayed your best friend, by sleeping with my asshole of a best friend! Oh my god, do you have any idea what she must be going through?” In the midst of the long argument, initially she kept denying it, saying, “No, Haji, that’s so not true. I just met him and caught up with him. That’s all,” and she kept trying to change the topic, but fate wasn’t on her side as she got a ping on the phone from Oikawa. He snatched the phone from her and then saw a notification from the beguiling devil himself. As he opened the phone, the text gave him enough reasonable doubt to confirm his suspicions:

“Serena-chan, what are we gonna do? (Y/N)-chan hasn't seen the news yet, has Iwa-chan? How are we going to explain this without getting caught?”

His olive-green irises started seeing red, but instead of deciding to lash out at Serena, which even she expected, an idea sparked into his head. He took a deep breath and he then proceeded to dial your number. As you lifted the phone, he was met with your ragged breaths and sniffles, as you replied with a lump in your throat, “Hello, Iwaizumi?” For a moment, when he heard you, he felt your heart break along with his, but he knew he had to be strong for the both of you. 

He’d known you and Serena since the time you three studied together in Irvine. You and Iwaizumi did not have much in common, but you two were willing to be a part of each other’s interests. You two would watch Godzilla together while you would take him along with Serena out on a drive. Whether it was playing volleyball, playing in the arcade, or sipping on some horchata while gorging on some tacos, you loved to hang outdoors. You two slowly started to become thick as thieves, and you started to have feelings for him.

However, when he confessed one day that he had feelings for Serena, it caused your heart to break inside and you were a little jealous of her, but you had kept all the negativity aside, resigning yourself to thinking that he would never be interested in you to begin with. So, when Oikawa dropped by to visit Iwaizumi, the former ace introduced you to his childhood best friend who started shadowing his idol, the former setter-turned-coach Jose Blanco, when he joined the Club Atletico San Juan, one of the most popular teams in the Argentinian Volleyball Federation.

Tooru had once come across as smug initially, but he eventually captured your heart over you two having a lot more in common with each other, and you had similar experiences growing up. You two eventually fell in love with each other, and you and Tooru and Serena and Hajime got married on the same day. While Hajime and Serena worked in the States, the former gaining American citizenship, you had worked with Serena for a while, until you and Oikawa moved to Argentina, with him gaining Argentinian citizenship.

“Hi, it’s… been a while, hasn’t it?” Iwaizumi asked you, in a softer tone, causing Serena to open her mouth in shock. Taking a long drawn breath, you responded with a quivering voice, “It has, but it’s sad we’re talking under these circumstances.” He nodded, inquiring while Serena widened her eyes, “When did you find out?” Drooping your shoulders, you continued, “I was at an izakaya with my co-workers after we had a successful presentation. Before coming here, it felt really awkward. Many of my co-workers were giving me weird looks throughout the day, until some of them decided to treat me to a drink in the evening. You know that she and I decided to be colleagues in the American Volleyball Association where Kuroo-san referred us before I transferred to Argentina, right? So, I contacted my boss after knowing the news and he granted me permission to work from home. I’ve never done this, Iwa! I take pride in going to work everyday, and I just…” 

You couldn’t speak anymore because you’d started sobbing, smearing your makeup. Iwa repeatedly called your name to calm you down, while flashing his hand at Serena to stop her from walking towards him. Having gained your attention, you replied, “I don’t know what to do, I’m going to be booking a cab home as of now.” He then interrupted you by saying, “Before you do that, I think you need to call Oikawa. This needs to be talked about.” Your eyes widened as fear and anger gripped you, snarking, “wait, is that bitch here?” He hummed in response, causing you to respond, “you know what? Let’s do that. Also, please put the phone on speaker.” 

While Serena does not move an inch, Hajime put the phone in front of him and turned on the speaker, while side-eyeing at her. After a couple of minutes, a familiar voice was heard out loud. “Ola, mi amõr. What's up? Practice is wrapping up, so I’m on my way home. What do you want for dinner?” The whole room could sense that he was acting like nothing happened. Then you continued, “Tooru, I saw the news. I know that you’re having an affair with Serena.” An uncomfortable silence lingered in the room, before Oikawa breaks it, replying in an act of defiance, “Baby, it's not what it looks like,” when Hajime chimed in, exclaiming with seething rage, “So what is it then, Shittykawa, ‘cause it looks like you're all over my wife!” 

Serena then cried out, “Tooru, I did not tell him anything,” with you interrupting her, saying, “Shut up, bitch, no one wants to listen to you!” Tooru was shocked, and he softly replied, “Mi amor, can we talk about this by ourselves, at home? I’m so sorry–” Shaking your head, you retorted, “Nah. You’re only sorry that you got caught. So, either we can’t talk about it at all, or we can talk about it now since you decided to embarrass not just yourself, but all four of us on an international stage. Do you know how many weird looks I got today? Huh? I'd have to call my boss for some days off or to work from home, because paparazzi would probably be fucking hounding my office, putting my job at risk, so I'm at the beach, and I’ll be going back home now, and I’m sure the cameras have reached there too,” you shrug and raise your voice, continuing, “packing our bags, and taking Melina with me to Tokyo, where you’re not going to follow me, do you understand, Oikawa?” 

During this time, Oikawa gets a call from Jose Blanco, his coach, and Iwaizumi from Fuki Hibarida, the coach of the Japanese National Volleyball Team. Both of them were urged to put the phone via a conference call, where everyone was present. You muted your side of the call out of respect but didn't cut the call. Instead, you got up, rustled your dress, and booked a cab home. “Oikawa,” Blanco spoke first, “you’re our most important player in the team, so how is it that your dirty laundry is now aired?” Hibarida continued, “we’ve decided to arrange the conference call, because one, we know that you two have been friends growing up, so this better be fixed somehow, and two, the Olympics are on the way and we don’t want any bad press to affect our games. So, you two better fucking get it together or both of you're off your respective teams, because we're not going to risk our image by being associated with that mess.” Nodding with a single tear streaming down his cheek, Hajime responded, “We are so sorry, Hibarida-san and Blanco-san for all the chaos that’s been happening. I’ll be organizing a press conference tomorrow and come clean. I hope Oikawa does the same, because a lot is at stake here, including our friendship, which has already gone to the dogs. Have a good day, both of you.” 

When both of them hung up, you unmuted yourself and continued speaking, “I’m home now. I’m telling our daughter  that we’re taking an impromptu trip to her grandparents’ place, in Miyagi. Hajime, since our parents live nearby, why don’t you bring your son there?” With a soft smile on his face, he replied, “Already did that, (y/n). It will be nice for our kids to bond. Where will you be staying?” 

“I’ll be staying over at a friend’s place,” you continued, “We’ll be in touch, Haji. But before I hang up, I want to ask the both of you something. Tooru, what did she give you that I couldn't? Serena, what did he give you that Hajime couldn’t provide? What could have been so lacking in our respective marriages, that you, Tooru sought it out in not just any woman, but the wife of your best friend for almost 2 decades? The same question goes to you too, Serena.” Both of them sheepishly replied, “I don't know,” making both you and Iwaizumi even more furious. You then hung up and tried to find a way to collect your emotions and move out to a friend’s place with your daughter before you move back to Tokyo the next day.

On the following day, Hajime and Tooru organized a press conference at their respective places, and Tooru was the first to speak, “Good evening everyone. This press conference is being held to come clean and ensure that our Olympic game is not jeopardized. The rumors are true: I did have an affair with Iwaizumi's wife. All of us have known each other since college days, and Iwaizumi and I grew up together. So, this in no way excuses my actions, or our actions. We were drunk, we acted impulsively without thinking about the impact it would have on our partners We are sorry—not only to everyone we disappointed, but especially to our partners whom we betrayed in one of the most intimate ways. Having said that, it was a one time thing that never should have happened, and all we can do is ask for forgiveness,” half-lying in the end. Then Hajime continued, “Our families request privacy as we figure out how to move forward after this scandal. So, I hope that all of you will respect our decisions in this matter. And to those who are fans of the team and of the sport of volleyball, I request that this isolated incident should not affect your love for it at all. Above all, we’ll always be fans of the sport, no matter what. The press conference ends here.”

Days have passed since you moved out of Argentina back to Tokyo, and you and Hajime had told Serena and Tooru that you two were separating from the both of them. Upon reaching Tokyo, you’d contacted your childhood friend, Tetsuro Kuroo, who was now a sports promoter at the Japan Volleyball Association, who gave you a separate house to live in for a couple of days, and was even willing to refer you for a spot in the JVA, should you wanted to come back to work. You responded, saying that you would think it over. In the meantime, Iwaizumi moved out of the house and contacted his other best friends, Issei Matsukawa and Hanamaki Takahiro. “Bro, we’re really sorry that that happened and you can stay with either one of us,” Mattsun replied over the phone, “however, Oikawa was lying about one thing. It was not a one time thing, Iwaizumi. They’d been sleeping with each other even when you all were just dating.” Hajime felt a sinking feeling within him when he learnt of the dirty little secret.

Despite all the four settling with each other in different countries, Oikawa and Serena had a secret that neither Hajime nor you were aware of. Even though Tooru and Serena loved you two a lot, enough to want to start families  with the both of you, they loved each other differently. The secret glances they shared, the trips they would secretly take to meet each other, the marks they had to hide and everything else surrounding their years of tryst were oblivious to you two. They were never caught, except by some of his Argentinian friends who tried to convince him to stop the affair, until now. Mattsun had eventually learned of this the month before the press leak, when he ended up snooping through Oikawa’s phone when he’d come to Japan for some time before the Olympics. Mattsun told Makki and while the both of them confronted Oikawa and told him to inform Hajime, he said that he would, but since they knew that he wouldn’t, Makki left an anonymous tip to the press who started tracking them, hence the press leak. The day of the press leak, Oikawa lost his cool when he saw the only DM from Makki ‘cause they’d usually talk over the phone: “I hope you enjoy explaining your affair to the press, Oikawa :D”

The first few days went by very drearily, causing you to weep profusely. This affected you so much that it caused you to have sleepless nights and bouts of overeating and not eating at all. You were scared to go to work again so after a couple of days, you contacted your boss saying that you wanted to work from home until the situation died down. So, you started slowly gaining your energy back, and with employing a couple of self-care options, you were slowly feeling better yourself. This didn’t stop you from suddenly thinking about the whole situation without it constantly pricking you. You’d told Tooru that you wanted to be separated and you wanted time to think for yourself and the custody of your daughter. It was especially hard when you’d be in touch with your daughter and you were not able to say anything to her just yet. She may have your hair and your features but she had Tooru’s eyes, and it pained you to see her brown irises  and be reminded of him.

With Hajime, it was different. 

In any case, he kept to himself anyway. Nonetheless, people did still know him as an athletic trainer, and through a couple of viral videos of him working out, he was also referred to as a “DILF.” He never missed looking in the mirror since he started working out consciously and living a healthy lifestyle, and he was proud to see his muscle mass growing in the right places. As he raked his fingers through his hair, he would flex his biceps and admire the physique he was trying to build for himself. 

He was not ashamed of the way he looked. It may have bothered him that he was shorter than Tooru, but he was happy with how he lived. He was aware that Tooru was more popular with girls than he was. However, whenever Serena complimented him and told him that he still looked attractive and that she was lucky to be with him, he became much more at ease. But with her having cheated on him, he suddenly felt a sinking feeling in his stomach, realizing that she may have been lying. He suffered a significant blow to his self-confidence, not only as a partner but also as a parent and a person. The moments he felt like not working out, he would skip it, but would be chided by Mattsun, Makki, and you. 

Everyday you’d check in with Hajime to figure things out as to how you two would be able to cope with everything. You were able to convince one of your old friends who work in the grocery store to deliver the groceries to Hajime so he could avoid the paparazzi, and since Kuroo gets his groceries delivered anyway, you don't have to go out either. This wasn’t just to calm everything down, it's also to salvage your images because you didn’t want people to pity you as the left-behind partners. You two were much more than that. Because life had been kicking the both of you hard, while you two were occasional drinkers, your quantities eventually started increasing. You two somehow found a way to sneak to each other’s houses without garnering unwanted attention. Even if it was for a brief moment, you two indulged in a temporary escape with each other, ignoring the reality that was haunting the both of you. 

One day, at his house, when you two were watching a comedy movie while hogging on some popcorn together, while laughing, your hand subconsciously landed on his thigh and then your eyes turned to each other. Your heart started to beat faster as your eyes landed on his. Ragged breaths were echoed throughout the room, as he closed the laptop. As he was cupping your cheeks and drew your face closer, he asked you slowly, gentlemanly, “(y/n), can I please-” and as you were about to give in to the temptation, your phone buzzed causing you to jolt from your carnal trance as your daughter called you. Sensing that you needed time to think about all that just happened, you told him that you were leaving and that you’d meet him later. 

As you finish speaking with your daughter, while driving back home, your mind then lingers back to the first time when you first saw him at the university's recreation center, his dark brown, spiky hair caught your attention and then his green eyes which truly captured your attention. In discussing the intramural tournaments with him as you were interested in signing up, you found his toned figure attractive. You were standing at the registration desk when Serena grabbed your arm and whispered into your ear, “oooh, did you notice the dickprint on his shorts?  Because that looks so satisfying,” and you did notice a slight bulge in his shorts as you glanced over at him.

He seemed to get the memo when your gaze meets his, as he winked at you, making your cheeks flush as you parted ways. Ever since then, over the years, whenever you touched yourself, as your fingers ran over your clit, everyday, even when you were married to Tooru, you still kept thinking of Hajime as you imagined him calling you, “baby,” as he thrusted himself inside you. You were scared to tell Serena about how you felt for him because they told you individually, and out of respect for both of them, you kept your feelings aside and you genuinely started to like Tooru, but you couldn’t stop thinking of Hajime. How could you? You were truly in love with him.

9th June, 2021. 11:30pm

You realized that it was Hajime’s birthday coming soon, and no sooner did you think about him, than you were immediately reminded of the moment you two had shared when you two almost kissed each other, causing your cheeks to fluster. You’d wanted him for so long, but never got to act on the feelings, but that day, when your lips were about to meet, you realized that you haven’t had sex in so long. Your marriage with Oikawa had fallen apart at its seams, and while you had been thinking of getting back to him for your daughter, that moment with Hajime made you realize that you’d rather have the athletic trainer more than the setter.

Having then downed a few glasses of wine, and craving to be intimate with him, you put your lacy underwear under Hajime’s oversized volleyball shirt, turned on your vibrator, placed it over your clit, and felt the vibrations run through you. Initially, you moved the tip of the toy slowly up your entrance before you let it enter you, then you increase the speed. You were fondling yourself, bursting out in a series of moans when you heard a knock at your door. As you awoke for a brief moment and wondered what was happening, you kept the vibrator on your bedside table. You ran to the door, opening it with your eyes wide and shocked at who was there. The former ace mumbles in a slurred voice, picking you up as he wraps your legs around his waist. He takes your cheeks to bring you closer and begins to kiss you.

© Shyna 2022 - reposting on any other platform is not allowed. likes, comments, and especially reblogs are appreciated. (taglist in next rb)

#📃 the dilf list ! #tokyometronetwork #hanaya network #hajime iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi hajime x reader #hajime iwaizumi smut #iwaizumi hajime smut #iwaizumi hajime #hajime iwaizumi #iwaizumi smut #iwaizumi hajime (27) athletic trainer #haikyuu smut #haikyuu angst #hq hurt/comfort #tw dubcon #tw alcohol #mentions of body dysmorphia #tw depression #shy pens it out #let shy bite your lower lip

[beelicious-and-fictitious]

Joel Kinnaman Character Masterlist

Main Masterlist

This is a collection of my all of my fics written as pairings for Joel Kinnaman’s characters. All NSFW fics are marked as SMUT!

***all unfinished series/ fics are on hiatus***

Original Character Fics

Ruby Moon Sunflower Seeds (unfinished series) | Teaser One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Face Cast

Rick Flag X OC Kaia Castle. He’s a soldier, she has superpowers, and there’s something there between them. More than he knows: until one day he’s fucking around with a new job and alien tech and discovers that she had his baby... and his girls in danger.

Reader Insert Fics

Detective Stephen Holder from The Killing (tv show 2011-2014)

Royal Flush | 3k words 🔥SMUT🔥 | you play strip poker with your buddy Stephen

Can’t Stay Mad At You | 3.3k words 🔥SMUT🔥 | your boyfriend Stephen is late because of work (again) and he tries his best to make it up to you

Just Ask | 5.3k words 🔥SMUT🔥 | your boyfriend Stephen thinks pussy eating is fake and you show him how wrong he is

Every Little Step (unfinished series) | [on old Masterlist]

Stephen Holder X Mom! POC! Reader. Stephen meets you, a fellow detective at Seattle Police Department and recovering alcoholic. He falls for you and your adorable daughter instantly.

Colonel Rick Flag from DCEU Suicide Squad (2019)/ The Suicide Squad (2020)

French Lace And Silk Stockings | 2k words 🔥SMUT🔥 | 1950′s AU where you try on some lingerie your husband Rick bought you

Safe Harbor | 6.5k words 🔥SMUT🔥 | Rick can’t seem to depressurize from the horrors of the latest mission but you can help with that

Silver Ghosts | Drabble Challenge: less than 1k word limit | Written for the March 2022 GFS Drabble Project

Tamagotchi | Drabble Challenge: less than 1k word limit | Written for the April 2022 GFS Drabble Project

Think You Can Handle That Much? | 1.4k words 🔥SMUT🔥 | My one and only fic request! You (can be read also as OC Kaia Castle) are freaking out about the wedding and your fiance Rick knows just how to calm you

Twelve of Thirty-One Kinktober 2021 Prompts | *word count is tagged at the beginning of every fic* 🔥SMUT🔥 | Prompts completed for Rick are as follows numerically: 5-10, 15-17, 20, 23, & 25. More info in Kinktober 2021 Masterlist (linked above)

Takeshi Kovacs (Ryker Sleeve) from Altered Carbon

Rose Venemum | 4.3k words 🔥SMUT🔥 | You ask Tak to help you with a mission and discover a new kink or two

Two of Thirty-One Kinktober 2021 Prompts | 1.5k + 2k words 🔥SMUT🔥 | Prompts completed with Takeshi Kovacs were “Day Fourteen: Temperature Play/ Bath Shower Sex” and “Day Nineteen: Impact Play”

Erik Heller from Hanna (tv show 2019-2021)

A Southward Breeze | Drabble mode: less than 1k word limit | Written for the May 2022 GFS Drabble Project

\\Return to Main Masterlist for more fics by yours truly//

#joel kinnaman #joel kinnaman character fiction #heresathreebee masterlist #rick flag x female reader #takeshi kovacs x female reader #stephen holder x female reader #erik heller x female reader #black reader insert #original character insert #bee's archive of fiction

[enretrogue]

𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞 / 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐢𝐜 𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐬

(These are not my works; full credit goes to the original writers. If you'd like your work removed, just shoot me a message and I'll remove it for you!)

✪ ~ BIPOC reader or writer (if this is wrong or you’d like it added, let me know!)

Marvel / MCU Fic Rec List ⎢ Fanfics Rec List

Lonely Eyes — @dameronology In A Dream I Was — @balenciagabucky ✪ Soft Love — @balenciagabucky ✪ Riding the Wave — @balenciagabucky ✪ Small Repairs — @mandocrasis Untitled Smut — @buckyhoney Untitled Smut — @buckyhoney Attagirl — @buckyhoney Ruthless — @buckyhoney Cuts and Bruises — @buckyhoney Spankings — @buckyhoney The Backseat — @buckyhoney Santa’s Baking Buddies — @fluffyprettykitty Warm December — @buckysbruni ✪ The Weakness in Strength — @lordabovehelpme Untitled Smut — @pillow-titties Fire Place — @ladykathanisharma Together — @mystic-shadows42 Confrontation — @mystic-shadows42 Unexpected Surprise — @mystic-shadows42 Sacrifice — @mystic-shadows42 Your Daddy Don’t Know Masterlist — @darkmasterlistyouneveraskedfor Pick Me Up — @there-goes-thefighter Promise — @freyjaallan Worth It — @zosthings Old Times — @zosthings My Guy — @mlmxreader Spending Christmas Eve Indoors w/ Frank Castle — @spinningwebsandtales Morning Person — @moon-kn1ght Throwing Punches — @crushed-pink-petals-writes ✪ Just a Thot — @crushed-pink-petals-writes ✪ Bruised Knuckles, Bleeding Heart — @atlasbarnes Untitled Smut — @greenorangevioletgrass Selfish — @thanosisadilf Teen Idle — @teacherries Fall Weather — @marvelouslyrandom Ache — @bonesofapoet After the Care — @twistnet Falling Asleep in Frank’s Shirt — @twistnet The Things We Left Behind — @caffeineforbucky Kinktober Day 5 — @murdertoothpick Kinktober 2021 - Cum Marking — @jamalflanagan ✪ Kinktober Day One - Facesitting — @luxurybeskar Car Sex — @castlevader Pregnant Reader HC — @thrndlngs Cooking Lessons — @pastafossa Fighter!Frank — @honeydulcewrites ✪ Chalk — @anjova Nurse — @martyrmurdock Pretty — @martyrmurdock

#lala’s fic recs #black!reader fic recs #woc!reader fic recs #frank castle x reader #the punisher x reader #marvel

[thirstyandbeautiful]

oh girl you mentioned how lewis has a thing for high heels and expensive jewelry, i think that idea deserves some elaboration like imagine getting home after an event that you wore high heels, mesh thigh highs and an outrageous diamond choker to and he tells you to leave them before he has his way w you 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

Oohhhhh sweet anon but I HAVE written this!!! Fuck buddies series with jewelry, and met gala goodness part one and part two + diamond play from our 2021 kinktober list

#w #hoe fairy #lh #sir boo daddy #I foam at the mouth and the #[redacted] #when it comes to luxurious fucking with this man

[thetwelfthcrow]

Can you explain why you're having difficulties with Racing Heartbeats? :( I hope that will be better soon. I hate writers block but I also don't know how to cure it. But is it just Racing Heartbeats or do you feel blocked writing fanfic in general? You also said you struggle with writers month, I wanted to try similar challenges in the future but that's exactly what I'm scared of. I'll just frustrate myself. Maybe you have tips?

Don't answer if you don't want to 💜

hi love! what a sweet question of yours <3

there's no real cure for a writer's block, i've come to learn. in 2020-2021 i've had the full two years of being insanely inspired to keep on writing and in the beginning of 2022 my brain just needed a breather. it sucks, it always does. what helps me most is to stop forcing myself to do anything, to not open those docs or anything. go for a nice long walk and think of nothing. and then, when you want to try again (because you have to keep trying!) start w something small. maybe a short story that has nothing to do with anything else (like i know those eyes, dear, always seeking). or maybe a playlist or a moodboard. just something easy to ease back in. and if that doesn't work to get you back to writing, well hey, at least ya got a cool moodboard!

for me, i feel fully blocked when it comes to racing heartbeats in particular. it's a complicated relationship i have w the fic that goes from 'this is my favorite thing ever written i'm so proud i've come this far' and 'can it be over already i'm sick and tired of it, my characterisation sucks and there's so many plotholes idk how i'll ever solve that'. and right now they both coexist (which is even more frustrating, bc i can't hate RH without also realising it's the coolest challenge i've ever given myself and how far i've come). and the 'when will you update' questions mostly drain me a bit bc then it feels like a chore. which is why i've decided to not update it until i'm back in a more positive mindset so i can be open to the comments again.

i'm struggling only a little bit with nanowrimo. i had an amazing start where i wrote more than my goal in the first ten days! but the past five days have been a bit tougher, both bc i'm not at a scene i could fully visualise and bc i haven't had all too much time. as my beloved @vmyosotis said: it's not a sprint race! gotta take pit stops sometimes. and occasionally one of those pit stops is a bottas-at-monaco pit stop. and that's okay!

i would definitely recommend to try joining a writing challenge, if you can. but only if you can be kind to yourself. only if you can be forgiving.

i joined nanowrimo to see how far i'd come. if it wasn't for nanowrimo and my beloved brainstorm buddy @vmyosotis for keep me under the charm, then that fic wouldn't be the 15k work it is right now. that work wouldn't be a trilogy with part 1 done. and i'm so so happy with it and feel so so motivated to write for it. but y'know, sometimes life gets in the way and you can't meat that 1,667 wordcount daygoal and that's okay. i'm in here for the fics at the end of the month, not a blindsighted 50k. the same goes for any challenges like kinktober/whumptober. 31 fics in 31 days? nah mate, just pick the ones you like and see how far you'd come. try new things.

challenges should have one purpose: trying new things.

whether it's new tropes or a huge fic when you've never written something big, it's all about trying something new. and that's super cool and gets you to grow as a writer. i guess that's the only tip i have: be kind to yourself and just see how far you'll come. because you'll look back after that challenge and go, whew. i've done something i never did before and it was really cool of myself.

hope this helps! and thanks for your question! i sure hope to see you participate in any challenge whenever you're ready <3

#Anonymous #nanowrimo #racing heartbeats #writing advice #<-- i suppose? #zhalia’s lil’ chit chat

[crossovereddie]

Buddie Kinktober 2021

Day 2: Spanking

#evan 'buck' buckley #Eddie Diaz #Buddie #buddie kinktober 2021 #BK2021 #kinktober #buddie fics #911 fox

[messyhairdiaz]

unlaced

buddie - rated e - 2838 words

The whole thing had gotten away from him a little bit.

It all started a month ago, when Eddie had figured out how hot Buck found him in nothing but a jockstrap, and he’d thought, ok, but let’s take it up a notch.

-or-

Eddie wants to do something special for Buck's birthday

read on ao3

#buddiefic #911fic #buddie #911 fox #buddie fic #911 fic #kinktober #kinktober 2021 #buddie kinktober #didn't plan on doing anything for kinktober and yet here i am #my fic

[eusuntgratie]

his

day 18: comeplay

Evan “Buck” Buckley/Eddie Diaz, M, 500 words

read on ao3

The first time, Buck thinks it’s just a coincidence. That Eddie just happened to get some of his come on his hand before he ran it up his sides, over his belly, and up his chest. He looked so happy, so pleased, so hungry that he couldn’t bring himself to tease him for it, not even after.

#kinktober #kinktober 2021 #buddie #buddie fic #grace writes #my fic

[lieutenantdru]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 成化十四年 | The Sleuth of the Ming Dynasty (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sui Zhou/Tang Fan Characters: Sui Zhou, Tang Fan Additional Tags: Kinktober, Yunhe arc, Master/Slave, First Kiss Summary:

Sui Zhou cleaned an already clean kitchen, letting the order of the room flow into his own mind. He was dressed, enough, but not in his ridiculous uniform. He liked at least having a uniform. He needed structure, boundaries, rules to adhere to.

Tang Fan came into the kitchen, uncharacteristically silent. Sui Zhou didn't look at him, didn't say anything. He could see Tang Fan out of the corner out of his eye, completely still. Sui Zhou kept looking over at him, more obvious when his master wasn't moving.

#TSOMD #the sleuth of ming dynasty #tang fan #sui zhou #Yunhe arc #suitang #You know that thing where your buddy offers you a job when you get fired #fanfic #sleuth of ming dynasty #kinktober 2021

[holylulusworld]

Wild 2 - Kinktober 24

Summary: Steve finally found his true mate. Can Bucky find his one true mate in this new life too?

Pairing: Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader

Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark

Warnings: angst, a/b/o, longing, loneliness, scenting, true mates, mentions of imprisonment, character’s death, fluff, hurt & comfort, cuddling & snuggling

Kink: Phantom scent

A/N: This is a sequel to Wild (Steve Rogers) to tell Bucky’s story.

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Kinktober 2021

James Buchanan Barnes never was the jealous type.

Until, one day, or rather a few months ago, his best friend found his true mate. Seventy years after he crashed into the ice.

People might get the wrong idea and think Bucky doesn’t want Steve to be happy, but it’s quite the opposite. He’s happy for his best friend, but now the longing for his true mate became unbearable.

Day and night the alpha paces around town, always on the hunt. He tries to catch the scent of any omega to find the one. So far, he did not succeed.

“He always looks so sad,” Steve’s mate whispers, stealing glances at her alpha’s best friend stand far away from the crowd once again. “What’s wrong with him?”

“I think he’s lonely,” the blonde alpha knows about his friend’s loneliness and tried anything to find an omega for Bucky, but none stayed for longer than a day or two. “Tony, Fury, and I tried to find out if Hydra captured his true mate too.”

“Oh—you mean they kidnapped your friend’s mate too? Why didn’t you say a thing before Steve? I—I was imprisoned with more than one omega. Maybe one of them belonged to Bucky?” Steve’s eyes light up when his mate tells him about other omegas and how they helped each other during these dark times.

“Do you know more about the omegas they held hostage?” the alpha asks, running his hand over his mate’s back, always aware she still needs time to recover from her imprisonment. 

“One day a man I never saw before came to the abandoned building. He brought the other omegas away and I don't know what happened to them. That was a few days before you found me,” she says, eyes filled with tears once again. 

“Aw, doll,” Steve brings her into his arms to calm her. “You did so well. Now we can try to help them too, okay.”

“Okay.”

Bucky is long gone when Steve finally looks in his direction again. The alpha just couldn’t bear watching his friend hold his mate in his arms…

“Another one,” Bucky jerks his head toward the bottles behind the bartender’s back. “No, make it a bottle.” Sometimes Bucky wishes he still could get drunk, to forget he’s a loner, a lost alpha without a purpose. “Do you think everyone has a true mate?”

“I got no clue, buddy,” the bartender shrugs. “I’m beta, that makes things easier. Alphas and omegas are screwed if you ask me.”

“Screwed, right,” the soldier nods, eyes glued to his reflection in one of the mirrors behind the bar counter. “Just wish I had someone to protect and—”

“Dude, unlike other bartenders, I’m not good at listening to other peoples’ problems. I serve drinks, nothing else.”

“Got it,” Bucky pays for the bottle before he gets up from his chair, sighing deeply. He turns to leave, wanting to drink the whole bottle just to feel the burning liquid run down his throat when a faint scent catches his attention.

He twirls around, sniffs in all directions but the scent is gone, and he whines, wondering what just happened.

“Did—did you smell it too?” he asks an alpha passing him by. “That was an omega, right?”

“What are you talking man? Get lost,” the other man barks, brushing past the confused alpha. “People these days…”

“It was an omega. I just know it,” Bucky walks around the bar, sniffing in all directions to catch the scent again but it’s gone. “No—where did she go?”

“You can get any information right?” Bucky paces back and forth in front of Tony’s desk. “I need you to check on any omega entering the bar last night. I need to find her.” He exclaims.

“Listen, I can’t check on any omega. I can barely recognize a face on the footage you gave me. I’m good, but not that good,” Tony sighs when the alpha stops in his tracks, whining low in his throat only to start to pace again. “Fine, how does she look like?”

“I don’t know,” the alpha mutters. “But I know how she smells.” 

Tony deadpans before he bursts into laughter. “With all due respect, old man,” he snickers. “How shall I find a scent?”

“Invent something?” Bucky offers. “You build robots, you created Vision and now I want you to invent something to catch her scent.”

“How—I?” running one hand down his face Tony sighs deeply. “I can try to check on the footage again. That’s all I can do for now.”

“Oh,” disappointed Bucky silently nods. “That’s better than nothing…I guess…”

“Nothing?” Tony analyzes the data he gathered from the footage, ignoring Steve taking his friend’s place to pace around his office. “Did he really scent his true mate or was it wishful thinking?”

“He’s out of it right now. Bucky smashed things around his room, growled at anyone getting too close to him. I saw him run out of the building three hours ago,” Tony explains. “He didn’t look good, Steve.”

“We got to find that omega. But—is this even possible?”

“Another one,” Bucky sits at the same bar, on the same barstool to find the scent again. “Do you have regulars here?” he asks, looking around the bar to check on any woman walking past him. 

“I really don’t pay much attention, okay. People come here, order drinks, and leave again. Some end up drunk on the street or in the sheets with a stranger,” the bartender is not helpful, so Bucky gets up from the barstool to stroll around the bar, subtle sniffing in all directions.

Tonight, he doesn’t catch the scent, so he leaves the bar without his mate once again…

“It’s her again Steve, I just know it!” Bucky sniffs around the bakery, growls low in his throat when he catches the scent driving him crazy once again. “It’s barely there but I can smell her.”

“I smell nothing but cake and coffee,” Steve looks around the bakery, frowning deeply as his best friend kneels on the floor to sniff at one of the chairs. “Buck! What are you doing?”

“She sat here, Stevie. My omega was here,” he insists, nosing his way up the chair. “It must be her. Ask the clerk about the girl sitting here.”

“Fine, if you believe it’s here, I’ll ask the boy,” worriedly watching his friend sniff at the table Steve sighs deeply. He remembers the day he caught his mate’s scent for the first time. It felt like coming home and losing your mind at the same time. “Maybe they have cameras too…”

“A red velvet cupcake and a tea please, chamomile,” you say, smiling at the clerk at your favorite bakery. “No, make it two. It’s Sunday.”

“On its way,” the kind beta flashes you a smile, but it fades when someone stands behind you, growling orders.

Gunshots echo through the bakery seconds later, and you instinctively fall to your knees to crawl away. 

“Get her!” the man points at you and your heart speeds up. You only wanted to get a cupcake and now, a masked man points guns at you, and threatens to kill you if you don’t follow him. “Get up, bitch, or I’ll kill you right here.”

“Boss, we got a problem,” the windows burst, people begin to scream and all you can do is to watch the man grab your arm harshly to shield his body with your body.

“Get any closer Stark and I will kill the girl and every person in the bakery,” the man threatens, now wrapping his hand around your neck. “I’ll break her neck before you can reach me.”

“I don’t need to reach you,” Iron Man snickers, watching Bucky sneak behind the man threatening your life to break said man’s neck. “Gotcha, bird brain…”

“OH-my-GOD,” you cry, feeling your legs give in as the man threatening to kill you drops to the ground, staring up at you with lifeless eyes. “I—I…”

“You are safe, doll,” an alpha purrs, but you are too out of it. You scream and cry, hands clutching his shirt. “You need to calm down. Listen to my voice.”

“Get off me,” panting heavily you look up at the alpha saving your life. “No! No! You will hurt me too! I can’t—I—you.” His scent finally hits you and oddly you feel calmer. You take one step closer to sniff at him, crooning when he lifts his hands above his head, signalizing he will not harm you. “That scent.”

“Omega, doll,” you carefully approach the alpha, slowly stepping closer to sniff at his shirt. “No one is going to hurt you.”

“You killed that man,” he nods but remains still. Bucky watches you touch his metal arm, fingertips running up and down the cool metal. “A metal arm, that’s—”

“I lost my arm a few years ago,” the alpha feels his chest swell feeling your hand grip his wrist tightly. “I will not hurt you.”

“I scented you before, at a bar in town,” you take another step toward him, stand on tiptoes to sniff at his neck. “I knew you are my alpha but couldn’t catch your scent again.”

“I was looking for you all over town,” he freezes when you pounce on him to wrap him in a hug. You hold tight onto him, face buried in his chest, hands running up and down his back.

Bucky doesn’t know how to react. For years no one touched him gently and now, he’s got no clue how to react to your gentleness. He doesn’t want it to end, though. “Alpha.”

“I,” he clumsily moves his hand over your hair, gently patting it. “Omega,” he clears his throat, tries anything to return your attention. “Can I bring you home?”

“Sorry to disturb your reunion or whatever this sickening sweet thing going on between you and your omega is, but she cannot go home. They found her once, they’ll find her again,” Tony interjects. “I suggest you bring her to the Avengers’ Tower, and we will get her stuff later.”

“That’s my room, apartment…I mean the place where I live,” Bucky guides you into his apartment, showing you around, explaining every detail he remembers. “Uh—Natasha and Wanda were at your apartment. Just like Tony expected Hydra agents sniffed around and trashed your home. I’m sorry.”

“Did they steal anything?” you know this is the stupidest thing you could reply but somehow, it was the first thing coming to your mind.

“No, but your furniture and dishes got damaged, but they got your clothes and other stuff. Sam and Clint will help them bring everything here. I’m sorry,” Bucky swallows thickly as you walk straight toward his bedroom, purring low in your throat when you catch more of his scent.

“Can we rest for now?” again Bucky is frozen to the spot as you take his hand to lead him toward his bed. “I was looking for you too, alpha. Then, I take a break from my search, and you crash into my life.”

“This wasn’t the way I wanted to find you. You must think I’m a monster,” he whispers as you lie down on his bed. Bucky sighs, but he joins you on the bed.

“You saved my life,” you move slowly closer to him to feel his warmth, hands reaching out for your mate. “That man, he would’ve killed me and the other people at the bakery. You’re not a monster, you are my alpha and tried to protect me.”

“I—I’m your alpha,” Bucky smiles for the first time since he found you at the bakery. He moves closer to bring you into his arms, immediately scenting you. “My omega.”

“I got one last question before you are allowed to court for me.”

“Shoot me, doll,” Bucky laughs when you give him a sweet pout.

“Cat or dog kind of guy?” you look up at Bucky, smirking when he mouths cat, hoping you like cats too. “Good, you can court for me.”

“Phew, did ya hear that, Alpine? We got an omega,” you giggle despite all the horrid things happening within the last hours, you feel like this is the beginning of something beautiful.

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[tropes-and-tales]

Hurt People Hurt People

Day 11:  C*ck warming (Frankie “Catfish” Morales x F!Reader)

(For the 2021 Kinktober event offered by @beeschaos and @withlove-sid.  The original post and calendar/list can be found here.)  

CW:  Heavy angsty feelings; talk of drug use; talk of PTSD; smut (PiV; unprotected) 18+ only.

Word Count:  2997

It’s Pope who calls you.  He’s quick to say that he didn’t want to call you, but he’s in Colombia, Will and Benny are out of town, and Tom has some family obligation.

Leaving exactly one person – you.

“I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important,” he tells you.  “But Fish is in a bad place.  I talked to him and he sounds…not like himself.  Can you go and check on him for me?”

You’re annoyed at the interruption to your quiet evening at home, but you’re also annoyed that Pope sounds so apologetic.  It’s Fish.  One of your boys, and you’d do anything for any one of them.  Of course you agree to drive over to Frankie’s place – it’s only fifteen minutes away from your house – and you hang up on Pope after promising him a full report later.

You know why Pope is apologetic.  You pull on your running shoes, pull on a sweatshirt, grab your keys, and then you’re on your way.  But you can’t ignore the sick feeling in the pit of your stomach.  Frankie.  You’ve seen him a lot since the boys mustered out, but there is always a tension there.  Unresolved shit.  Sometimes you feel eyes on you and look up to see Frankie gazing at you like a dog out of an ASPCA commercial.  Big sad brown eyes, but they usually just irritate you.

Frankie can feel sad.  It’s a feeling of his own making.  He’s the one who wanted to be fuck-buddies all those years ago, calling you when the boys were in town.  He’s the one who admonished you when you caught feelings for him, and he’s the one who unceremoniously ended the friends-with-benefits arrangement you had because your confession made him uncomfortable.

He’s the one who knocked up some woman and married her, and he’s the one who had his life fall apart pretty spectacularly.  Divorced, a kid he sees every other weekend, and a nasty coke habit to boot.

But if you could talk freely with Pope, you’d admit:  yes, you still have feelings for Frankie.  Even after everything he did.  It hurts to see him in a hell of his own design, and if you can check on him…

He answers moments after you knock on his door.  He looks like reheated shit:  his hair is tangled and wild, and not with his usual scruffy-Frankie charm.  There are deep circles under his eyes, which are bloodshot and weary.

“Hey,” he says.  He steps aside, gestures for you to enter, so you do.  There’s a hopeful gleam in his eyes, but it goes out when you say that Pope wanted you to check on him.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he lies, and he rubs the back of his neck.  “Just…had a craving, you know?”

“Did you use?”

He shakes his head.  “Almost called my old dealer.  Had the number pulled up, but…I fought it.  Barely.”

You walk into his living room and he follows.  He plops down onto his couch, and he looks so damned tired – shoulders slumped, eyes downcast.  He looks miserable, and you feel that urge – the urge to fix him, to swoop in and give him comfort.

“Give me your phone, Fish.”  You hold out your hand, and he gazes at you a long moment before unlocking his cell and handing it to you.  

“What’s your dealer’s name?” you ask, and he tells you.  You scroll through his contacts – you see Pope and the Miller brothers’ contacts, but you scroll right past the letter of your last name and don’t see your own.  It makes you snort bitterly, but you find the dealer’s name.  You delete the information, and you hand it back to Frankie.

“Thanks,” he says, his voice soft.

You look around the place – he had lived here with his ex and kid before they split.  He’s made no effort to replace the stuff she took – the mantle over the fireplace is bare of pictures, for example – so it looks like he has just moved in.  Or is in the process of moving out.  The thought softens you to him, and you sit beside him on the couch.  Not close, but beside him, which is something.

“You hungry?” you ask, and your own voice is softer now.  “I could order pizza.”

He shakes his head, but then he lies again, says he could eat if you want to stay and maybe watch the game with him.

“Or a movie, if you want,” he adds, and there’s a hopeful edge to his voice.

“Would it help you get through your cravings?”

“Maybe.”

So you shrug out of your sweatshirt, you kick off your shoes.  You call in an order for pizza, and you settle in for an evening with Frankie.  

He’s not a very good liar though – he really wasn’t hungry, and he picks at his pizza.  And he’s jittery – his leg bouncing, his hands raking through his hair so obsessively that you’re afraid he’s going to make himself bald before he’s fifty.  He doesn’t pay any sort of attention to the plot of the movie, and it’s one of those car chase movies that don’t require much brainpower to keep up.

Halfway through the movie, you turn and look at him.  His hands are trembling, and you feel awful for being so curt when you arrived.  You still have feelings for him – you still love him.  You’re only hurt, and you should put that hurt aside more readily when he’s in the throes of his addiction.

“How are you feeling, Frankie?” you ask.  Your voice is soft, and it makes him turn to you in surprise.  He’s not used to hearing you speak softly to him anymore.

“It’s rough,” he admits.  “Comes out of nowhere sometimes, the cravings.  Sometimes I know what will trigger it, but sometimes….just comes out of the blue.  Like…”

He trails off, but you know exactly what he means.  Exactly like his PTSD.  He had it even back when you were hooking up, the sex sometimes taking on a desperate edge when he clung to you, buried himself in your arms.  He just wanted to be held then, a safe place to weep without judgement.  You had given him that – and more – but he had still broken up with you…

You push the flare of anger aside.  You have to be better, for him.  He has next to nothing now:  no wife, no kid, no job.  Just the trauma of his time in the service and an addiction that is looming at the door, threatening to undo his six months of sobriety.

“If it’s like….that,” you offer quietly, staring at your socked feet stretched out in front of you.  “Would it help to…do that thing?”

He knows what you mean instantly.  He pulls in a harsh breath and you can feel him staring at you, but you refuse to meet his gaze.  That thing – when you used to ride him, both of you coming…and then you would stay on top of him, his softening cock nestled inside you, the weight of your body holding him down in a way that comforted him.  He would wrap his arms around you, breathe in the scent of your hair, and it always grounded him.  Soothed the demons that followed him from his time in Special Ops.

He doesn’t say no.  He says you don’t have to do that.  Which isn’t no.

“Would it help you, Frankie?”

You glance over at him, and you see how he swallows hard.  How he considers it.  You can see how your words affect him – the growing bulge in his jeans.  Even the suggestion has your own body responding, the arousal slicking your panties as you wait for him to answer you.  Your traitorous body, always yearning for Frankie where your mind knows better.

“Only if you want to,” he responds, and his voice has that low timbre that makes desire pulse between your thighs.  His bedroom voice.

You do want to.  You know you’ll regret it later, once your mind can power back up – but your mind is quiet on the matter, hazy with lust.  You stand up, unbutton your jeans.  Push them down with your panties in one motion, and Frankie watches for a beat before standing and doing the same.

You only planned on removing the necessary clothing before mounting him, but he sheds his shirt.  Sits back down on the couch, and when you approach, he reaches out with a tentative hand and tugs the hem of your shirt.  

“Will you take this off?” he asks.  “I want to feel you against me.”

You oblige him.  You try to ignore the way his eyes rake over you, the way he sighs when you climb onto his lap.  There’s no point in any foreplay – he’s rigid underneath you, you’re slick and ready for him.  You reach down and line him up with your entrance, and you lower yourself onto him.  It feels so fucking good, being joined to him again, and a flood of buried emotions bubble to the surface.

He must feel something too, because he groans underneath you.  He wraps his arms around you, and he tries to chase your mouth with his own to kiss you, but you turn away.

You can’t kiss Frankie.  If you kiss Frankie, the teetering on the edge that you’re doing now….well, a kiss will push you over the edge.  And you’ll be exactly back where you were years ago – heartsick, lonely, in pain and in love, which seemed much the same to you after Frankie Morales broke your heart.

Instead, you settle your head on his shoulder, the little nook there perfectly sized for your head.  You don’t move – you stay settled in his lap.  He doesn’t move either.  He sighs when you dodge his kiss, but he stills after that.  Wraps his arms around you, and you feel him breathing in the scent of your hair.  Just like before, and it makes tears prickle in your eyes.

You don’t know how long you stay like that.  The stupid movie ends, and the T.V. switches over to sports highlights, but neither of you move.  You don’t grind on him, he doesn’t thrust up into you.  For you, it’s both intense and intimate.  Impaled upon him as you are, not moving, you grow sensitive to the feeling of him inside you.  Every curve, every ridge.  You can feel the end of him nestled against the end of you, and it might raise a dull ache if he were fucking you – but he isn’t, so it’s just a pleasant pressure that makes your breath hitch in your throat.

For Frankie?  You can’t be sure how’s he feeling, but you can guess.  His fidgeting stops.  His breathing speeds up at first, but then it calms – slow and steady.  His hands are gentle on your back, sometimes rubbing you, sometimes just holding you.  And it’s like before, how the two of you fall into sync, your breaths matching up so that it’s like you’re one being, breathing together.

You used to pretend that your hearts were beating at the same cadence, but that hopeful optimist of a girl is long gone.

You can feel when the moment shifts from one of comfort and grounding to more.  Frankie’s steady breathing starts to get shallow, and you can feel how he pulses inside you, gently squeezing his muscles to gain some movement, some friction.  It sets you off – you’re already so sensitive – and you start to move.  You don’t ride him.  You only grind against him, and the base of his cock drives against your clit when you do.

“B-baby,” he stutters out.  “C-close…I’m close…”

“Tell me when,” you reply.  It only takes another moment before his hands are on your hips, guiding you off of him, and then you feel it – the warmth as he comes between the two of you, his cum painting your stomach and his.

The regret hits you almost immediately.  He tries to reach out, murmuring that he wants to take care of you because you haven’t come yet, but you dodge his hand.  You grab some of the leftover napkins from dinner and daub his cum off of your stomach, and you get dressed so fast that Frankie frowns.

“Hey, are you okay?” he asks.  “Sit down, we can talk – “

“No,” you cut him off.  Take a deep breath, and you can feel the tears prickling behind your eyelids.  You pray that they don’t spill out until you are safely in your car.  “No, I should go.”

“Hey…”  He puts his hand on your arm and you let it stay there for a moment.  The tears are burning hot in your eyes, and you pull away, mutter something about getting home before it’s too late.  You don’t look at him again – you’d cry if you did – and you flee him.

You are barely out of his driveway before you burst into tears.

*****

Pope should have never sent you.  He should have gotten Tom to bounce from his family thing instead, sent a buddy to check on Fish.  

He should have never sent you.

It’s obvious, when he finally gets ahold of you.  He calls three times, texts five times before you finally answer his call.  He can almost immediately tell you’ve been crying, and he knows exactly why.  Why else do you ever cry after being around Frankie?

“Shit,” he says.  “Are you okay?”

You lie to him.  Of course you do.  You’ve always taken a tough-girl stance with him and the guys, pretending to be hard like them, pretending not to care when a certain one of them uses you and breaks your heart.  Pretending that you’re completely cool with it all, hanging with them when they mustered out and acting like Fish hadn’t hurt you as badly as he did.

It hurts Pope to hear it.  You’re such a gentle, soft person by nature.  You think you can hide it, but you can’t.  He sees all the ways you’re soft, and there’s nothing more gentle than how you care for Fish.  Even now, even years after he hurt you so badly.  You love Fish, and you put your own feelings at great peril to always help him.

“Fish is okay,” you finally say.  Not saying a word about yourself and your feelings – only talking about Fish.  Always putting yourself last.

“He had a craving, but I helped….”  The way you trail off, Pope can guess at how you helped.

*****

Frankie feels better and worse.

His cravings are gone.  As fast and as intense as they came upon him, they disappear – with your help.  The feeling of your body on his grounded him as only you could.  You were his safe place.  His refuge.  And not just your body, as he knows you believe.

But now he feels like shit.  Worse than shit.  He hadn’t meant to use you, but he did.  He used you just the same as he always had, and he could see your eyes, shiny with tears, when you fled.

It doesn’t help when his phone chirps.  He has a brief bit of hope that it’s you, but it’s Pope.

Pope, giving him hell.  Pope, telling him to get his head out of his ass.  

Frankie can trace the entire lineage of his sad history with you.  Instantly drawn to you – an old family friend of the Miller boys.  A one night stand that turns into a second night.  But he was in the service, and he heard enough horror stories about girls back home.  Cheating, passing off babies for the military benefits.

He should have cut you loose.  Should have never kept coming back, jerking you around.  Of course you caught feelings for him – you were so damned sweet.  You saw the best in everyone, even a piece of shit like him.

It scared him, honestly.  Frankie knew he never deserved a woman like you.  You were smart and successful, even back then.  You had a way of turning even the nastiest, most carnal sex into something meaningful….gazing into his eyes, stroking your fingers through his hair.  He started to find peace with you.  You started to become a refuge from the nightmares that plagued him at all hours.

It scared him.  What could he offer you?  So he fled.  Everything that came after – his ex getting pregnant, trying to make it work by marrying her.  Trying to find another way to deal with the nightmares.  Losing everything in the end.

Not everything, though.  Despite it all, you’re still here for him.  You’re colder now, more curt, but it’s an act and anyone can see through it.  You still love him; you’re still hurt by him.  

He needs to either cut you loose, or he needs to come clean.  Pope tells him his opinion, and Frankie has to trust his friend.  

Frankie picks up his phone, but he’s already decided.  If you don’t answer, he’ll drive over to your place.  It’s gone on for far too long, and he doesn’t want to be a piece of shit who uses you anymore.  

He wants to be a man you deserve.  He wants to be the man you thought he was, all those years ago.

He scrolls through his phone until he finds your contact information.  Not saved under your name at all.  It never has been, not since he snagged your number after that first night together.  Even back then, Frankie knew.  He was just too much of a coward to admit it beyond a jokey little moniker in his cell phone.  Now, years later – a divorced addict with PTSD – he thinks he can admit it.

He finds your contact information.  A picture he took on the sly of you, a happy smile on your face.  You had been laughing at one of Benny’s stupid stories.  

And the name he put to your phone number.  Not your name – mi alma, it says.  My soul.  

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[xxsycamore]

- You offered solace, I found love - [LUKE/MC SMUT]

Rating: E

Word count: 2,839

Relationship: F/M; Luke Randolph/MC (Emma)

Summary:  Waking up from grotesque sights of spilled brother blood, Emma remembers the one person whose arms would always be open for her.

Luke, the biggest comfort there is.

Even if looking him in the eye is difficult sometimes, she accepts his invitation, unaware of where it would lead them both.

Tags:  Crushes; Friends to Lovers; Love Confessions; Cuddling & Snuggling; Spooning; Dreams and Nightmares; Comfort ; Masturbation; First Time; Loss of Virginity; Size Kink; Size Difference; Vaginal Fingering; Vaginal Sex; Cunnilingus; Oral Sex; Creampie

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Written for my Visions of Temptation Kinktober 2021 challenge. [DAY 1] [DAY 2] [DAY 3] [DAY 4] [DAY 5] [DAY 6] [DAY 7] [DAY 8]

DAY 9 - Size difference kink + “If we both can’t sleep, why not do something fun instead?”

A/N:  This started as just another kinktober piece and quickly transformed into something so very wholesome that I'm sobbing over it... I hope you like it! I love Luke a lot, I hope I did him justice with how little I know about him! Hopefully we'll have more Luke content in the future, he deserves all the love and more. 

Ever since first meeting him, Luke has always struck Emma as a super nice person.

Among the eight beast princes, she's lucky to have more than one shoulder to lean on, in times of need. Luke in particular, has shown her how trustworthy he could be with little gestures that almost always have occurred when she'd least expected it.

Like lending his overcoat in a night of a ball that suddenly turned cold; carrying heavy stakes of paper from one office to another; most frequently, handing her those upper-shelf books that she always misguides her ability to reach. For this last one, with the amount of times it has happened, a joke has already started running between them of Luke becoming Emma's personal ladder.

And with that, ever since first meeting him, Luke has always struck Emma as…big.

Not just his height, but all of him: the number of sizes larger than hers his overcoat was that one night, and when he handled that stack of papers perfectly easy in his big hands where she found it a struggle to do the same… And, of course, all the times he has loomed over her in front of these bookshelves. It's impressive to say the least, and Luke himself can hardly help himself from sliding some friendly teasing remarks of just how tiny Emma is in comparison.

At first it's a mere heartthrob that comes and goes, in these situations.

Then they start to get closer, becoming each other's cuddle buddy somewhere along the way, and gradually spending more and more time together.

Emma can't help it but spot more things about her that are tiny and more things about Luke that are big.

  Tonight she falls asleep with a pleasantly tired feeling in her body after having spent some time thinking certain things about Luke, with a hand between her tights. The embarrassment that comes along with the visions inside her head is enough to make it hard to look him in the eye the next day. But that will be a concern of Emma of tomorrow, so instead of guilt, she settles in for the more preferable emotion of hazy satisfaction and some daydreaming about Luke that would help lull her to sleep.

But those daydreams not always lead to happy dreams.

Even if Emma claims that the anxiety coming with her new responsible role as a Belle has started to fade little by little, sometimes it would come haunting her during the night. Dreadful sights of spilled brother blood and rebellious crowds of people - they always result in those awful sub-conscious sensations of wanting to scream when her voice refuses to come out. Sometimes, she dreams of her own death, behind the bars of dungeon's cell.

Tonight's cauchemar consists of nothing less. If anything, the sights became more grotesque, and dare she say, more realistic. Turning to the other side in bed proves to be no escape from the disturbing non-dream memory of Leon and Chevalier having a heated argument the previous day.

She rolls on her back and opens her eyes. Luke. The only comforting thought there is, in such moments. She tries to distract herself with the far brighter thoughts of discussing the country's future with him, and how he always seems to remain positive about it. How he always changes the topic when it gets too gloomy.

Emma hugs a pillow close to her chest, recognizing the need of human warmth to her side right now. The warmth of Luke.

She is yet to accept his super sweet offer of turning some of their nights into a cuddling session. It has since been so tempting, and she had to deny despite herself. Her elevated heartbeat reminded her that she'd hardly take it to be by his side for so long, and in the same bed.

Tonight is different, because the nightmare-provoked fear is making her weak, and needy. With a pout on her face directed at rational-thinking Emma, she slips out of bed. After all, rational-thinking Emma and Emma of tomorrow happen to be the same person, and that is still none of her concern.

 With a vest draped over her shoulders and that same pillow still hugged to her chest, she tip-toes across the corridor to where Luke's bedroom is situated. All the way there, her sleepy mind comes up with starter ideas as to how to tell Luke that she is suddenly not that opposite his nighttime cuddling idea, and that she's changed her mind in the middle of the night of all times.

Once inside, she finds out that the hardest part about all of it is…waking Luke up. She hasn't thought of how saddening it would be to watch his angelic face and those slightly parted lips and to have to disturb his sleep…

But it eventually happens, with the slightest of tugs on the hem of his shirt. Luke's soothing green eyes meet hers in the low light and his initial surprise quickly morphs into joy. He is way sleepier than she is, and he seemingly abandons the idea of trying to tie together more of a sentence than a simple "Oh, Emma? Come here."

It's nice and comfortable in his arms. Emma almost forgets to be bewildered of the unfamiliar place and the unfamiliar sensation. Luke moves her into a comfortable position for both of them, nestling his head just above hers, as he spoons her. The blankets are soft and warm around the two of them, and it's all perfect.

Emma marvels at the way the man didn't need as much as a simple explanation of her sudden visit. Just as she wonders if he gave it any curious thought at all, a raspy voice whispers just above her ear.

"Another bad dream?"

That's right, she's mentioned before of having those often. It's only heartwarming to know that Luke's remembered that well enough as to connect the dots in so short.

"Yeah…" She whispers back, curling some more onto herself. The pull of sleep comes as soon as neither speaks a word for a couple of seconds, and she tells herself that it's all fine to be where she is.

 It's devastating to learn that her mind is doing tricks on her, again. The familiar just-on-the-edge-of-falling-asleep feeling lingers behind her closed eyelids, making her almost irritatedly tired, while another part of her mind is wide awake and refusing to shut down. She shifts some more, changing the positions of her arms and sighing into her pillow.

Luke's breathing gives him away that he is in a somewhat similar position. His own restless movements are not much different, and at some point their limbs bump into each other's, resulting in quiet laughter from both.

It's only worse when they start idly conversating. Emma feels herself getting more and more awake, but she also notices that she is not all that angry about it anymore. The things they talk about are funny more often than not, and if anything, all remaining anxiety vanishes from her. The outlines of the almost pitch black room are now starting to get familiar to her.

And somewhere amidst talking about this and that, Luke's hand wraps up tightly around her waist. Over the sheer material of her nightgown, Emma feels every little movement as Luke slides his fingers down the side of her hip and then up to her waist, repeatedly. She wonders if he does it to soothe her into sleep, or…

"Hey Emma? If we both can’t sleep, why not do something fun instead?”

Even the previously demanding side to her mind that refused to shut down now does it at once. She digs her nails into the corner of her pillow, hurrying up to answer him.

"Like what?"

"Like…" Luke's movements pause at her hip, his fingers briefly dipping into the flesh of it, experimentally. "…Having sex?"

Emma turns her neck, knowing full well that she won't be able to face him the slightest, yet her gesture is enough to tell him of her bewilderment.

"Sex? You want to have sex with me?"

"Don't you? Oh, I'm so sorry! I just thought that…it would help tire you down, and calm you down, and…"

"Luke, wait, that's not- I want it!"

The words leave her lips before she gives it any thought, and a hand comes clasping around her mouth in realization. Thankfully Luke breaks the silence.

"I talked with Jin about your frequent nightmares… I asked him how I could be of any help, in case you came to my room after waking up from one…"

Blinking, still more at the ceiling than the man at her side, Emma's hand searches under the covers for Luke's, giving him a tiny squeeze that would let him know it's alright to keep going.

"And Jin told me to try cuddling you, talking to you - but not about the dream, and, well, he said that having sex would help comfort you. Assuming that we've, erm, reached that page."

Emma is speechless. Right, Jin, of course it's Jin.

The wisest thing to say in such moment never comes to mind, and laughing is surely the best fit, but she finds herself chuckling. Luke does the same. His voice is a little more awake-sounding now.

"Nothing good comes from listening to him after all now, does it?"

"Ahahah, it's so much like him to suggest something like that! But, I mean, I guess it's not a generally bad advice."

Emma goes quiet again, realizing how her words sounded awfully suggesting instead of simply easing Jin's fault. Luke, however, doesn't falter the slightest with that.

"So? Are we…already on that page?"

And there goes her effort at keeping a cool head. She must admit to herself that she went relatively far. Sleeping with Luke? Is she truly ready for that?

"I'm… ready for that. If you are too, I mean."

She can't see it, but Luke is surely smiling at her side.

"That's great to hear! The truth is, I've been thinking about this for some time now. Thinking about doing this with you."

Emma lets her head fall back into its initial comfortable place nestled just underneath the crook of Luke's neck. She curls more onto herself, if it's even possible, and lets things go slowly, enjoying the newly broken barriers as Luke rubs over her skin more confidently now.

And going back to that thought again now, Luke is big. And curled-up like this, Emma now is so contrastingly small - she pictures the margins of the bed and how Luke is easily reaching the end of it when he stretches out his legs, and how she herself occupies just half of that. And it's a good feeling, definitely, as she feels entirely engulfed in his presence. Falling asleep in this embrace later would only provide an endless sense of being protected that she would have a hard time exchanging for her own cold and lonely bed.

But that's enough of the concerns of Emma of tomorrow. Speaking of concerns, this has to be the most fitting word to describe the feeling of something large and hard pressing into her backside.

Oh, no. Luke is huge. Big and large and even enormous in the eye of her mind and- of course his cock would be big, too. What is a tiny woman like her going to do, more so with Luke being her first?

She keeps on thinking about that all through their make-out session once she rolls the other way to face him and they get more and more familiar with each other's forms. Limbs get entangled and arouse peaks, resulting in some needy, honest moans seeping far too early from her lips. Luke's soft giggles are comforting as he moves on to the next step, preparing her for what is to come.

His hot mouth on her pussy feels already too much, but Emma would be damned if she asks him to stop before the real thing. She simply lays down without having much of a choice as her body melts to a near-liquid state under Luke's ministrations. She all but wonders just what else Jin has advised him about.

By the time two orgasms are drawn out by his tongue, Emma is sure she is making a mess out of the sheets by her sheer wetness alone. Luke is seeing that too, dipping his finger to her entrance and sliding it all the way up to her clit, taking notice of her state.

Emma jolts a little at the slight overstimulation on her clit, but it only highlights the need for more. She lets Luke know that by spreading her legs further and lifting her arms, inviting him to meet her in an embrace.

Their lips are the first thing to connect once Luke comes in closer. He positions himself carefully over her smaller form, kissing her desperately to claim all the kisses they've missed in the past. Neither lingers too far from the main demanding need that throbs in both of them that comes to light each time their parts rub against each other.

The slide of his two fingers inside her virgin folds feels already burning enough, and by the time he works her on a third, her every breath is just another moan of his name. He shushes her reassuringly with a kiss. Not as much as a couple of seconds pass before the scissoring motion of his hand indicates that she's relaxed somewhat. As pretty as the sight is to Luke, he reminds himself that he could save idly pleasing her for some brighter part of the day. She looks like she'll start wincing any moment now about how she wants him to hurry up, and thankfully her wetness aids in preparing her for the taking, because Luke himself can't wait much longer.

"Here I go. Remember to breathe, Emma."

Breathers would come easier if there isn't someone to steal them, Emma thinks, while being perfectly content with how breathless she is, all because of him. Soon every thought goes away as she feels Luke's length slowly making its way inside her.

"Ahh, so big…"

"And you're so tight, Emma… shh, relax, try to relax…"

"I am relaxed though…ngghh!! Luke…"

All the pent-up air in Luke's lungs comes out as a broken moan as he's almost forgotten to breathe for a second. He is now halfway in, and without pushing further, he decides to try thrusting in and out shallowly.

They both moan at how good it feels. Luke kisses Emma anew to distract her if any additional pain occurs as his thrusts gradually grow in depth and speed, and he is met with more moans of his name.

"Emma, that's it Emma, let it go… I'm not going to last much longer too…"

Definitely not long enough if she keeps squeezing him from the inside like that, not with those adorable whines that invite him further to chase after his peak.

"Come with me, Luke…"

"Emma…"

With his thrusts now fast and deep, and the sounds of them echoing in the darkness of the room, a pair of broken moans announce their joined fall into the pits of pleasure. It lasts for who knows long before they start to calm down. Luke grunts against Emma's lips as he feels a tear rolling down her cheek.

"Emma? Are you alright?"

Pushing him face-first into her chest, Emma laughs. It reminds Luke a lot of a moment they shared earlier that night, and naturally, he laughs too.

"I take that as you liked it. I'm glad." Luke kisses what he can of Emma's chest as he shifts his weight to the side without letting go of her embrace.

Emma stokes his hair in return, feeling the pleasant heaviness fall on her eyelids again as they've been shut for some time now. She feels the desire to say something to Luke, yet her mouth refuses to move safe for stretching out in a tiny smile.

"I liked it too, Emma… I love you so much."

He feels his own heart skipping a beat, and realizes the weight of those words, but surprisingly not accompanied by the panic he expects. He can't help it but smile to himself, balling his hand into a fist as he delights in the content of finally saying those words out loud.

Only, the reply never comes. Luke listens carefully and concludes that Emma has most definitely drifted to sleep somewhere between the hair strokes that have ceased as well.

Luke carefully brings the blanket over the two of them, engulfing them both with the warm of some well-deserved sleep to come. Mostly for Emma and her nightmare-plagued mind that remains the main reason of her coming here tonight.

Even if that doesn't seem like the case anymore.

The smile still stays on his face as he whispers, more to himself than anything.

"I agree, Jin's advice wasn't bad after all."

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An interesting beach vacation with your favorite moron trio boy.

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