#I'm just as eager to read a sex work AU as I am to read a senator AU or racer au or college professor au etc

[phoenixyfriend]

something something one of those those "Jango falls for Courtesan/Stripper/NightclubSinger/TrophyWife!Obi-Wan" AUs...

But instead Obi-Wan actually being a sex worker, he's undercover and still a Jedi, and either:

They split ways and run into each other a few months later with Obi-Wan in full Prude Beige Knight mode OR

The situation goes pear-shaped while they're still flirting and Obi-Wan has to break cover to grab a senator and jump out a window and suddenly this half-dressed glittery Person is batting away shots with a lightsaber and there's a bratty twelve-year-old who ALSO has a lightsaber threatening people with I Will Eat Your Liver if they keep staring at his dad's ass just because the sequined sheathe dress tore in a sexy place

[junkissed]

goodnight n go (teaser)

member — fwb!vernon x reader genre — smut, angst, non-idol au teaser word count — 1.7k full fic word count — 10.2k synopsis — you keep coming back for more, but every night ends the same. maybe this time things will be different. warnings — mentions of alcohol, drunk sex, car sex, guitarist!vernon, rock band!hhu, no physical descriptions of reader, vernon is afraid of commitment. this is a teaser and the final fic will have a happy ending !! notes — before you ask, yes this is based on the ariana song lol but also inspired by black eye because it's been stuck in my head the past few days. as always, thanks to @onlymingyus for reading over this for me <3 i'm still on hiatus and requests are closed but i randomly had inspiration to write something for vernon so i hope you enjoy! i am planning on writing more for this story, but i'm back at uni and my time is already quite limited, so i'll try to write more when i can! reblogs, comments, and asks are super appreciated, it means a lot and helps me keep writing so please lmk if you liked it :)

“hey, you wanna get drinks tonight?”

as usual, that’s how it starts.

you probably should have said no. you’d played this game before. you knew exactly what hansol meant when he offered to hang out after band practice, because it was never just “hanging out”.

you don’t even know why you still go to practices anymore. for a long time you’d avoided them; it wasn’t really your style, and you were never interested in being a groupie for their local gigs. your roommate seungcheol always invited you to every practice, and every time you declined with the excuse of homework or other plans, but cheol finally convinced you to come just one time.

at first, it had been because he wanted you to hear a new song they were working on and he’d wanted to know how you liked it before they played it at an upcoming show. but then he’d introduced you to the rest of his bandmates, and after that there was no going back.

you couldn’t help the way your eyes always gravitated towards hansol, who insisted that you call him his real name instead of his stage name that everyone else called him. from the very first practice, you were captivated by him: the way his long fingers seem to dance along the neck of his guitar so effortlessly, the way his voice rasps when he sings, the way your breath catches in your throat when he grips the microphone stand and rolls his head back, lips parted in ecstasy.

he’s addictive, and it’s exactly the reason why you find yourself in the backseat of his car over and over again.

every time, it was easy to pretend that things would be different. you’d walk into the bar together and sit at the table in the back, order a few drinks, chat for a while about nothing. did you like the new stuff we played tonight? yeah, i know cheol is really excited to perform it saturday. you been doing any writing lately? mmm, a little. i’ve been feeling inspired. we could go back to my place and i could show you. except he never does.

hansol wasn’t a bad guy. he always paid for your drinks no matter how many times you offered to pick up the tab, he was polite, he listened to what you had to say. he just didn’t want more than that, and that’s where it all fell apart. you’d screw around for a while, then you’d part ways and wouldn’t speak to each other until next week. you never went to see them play shows, he never texted, you never called, never went on a real date besides meeting in the same bar down the street every thursday night after practice.

he seemed fine with that. you weren’t. and yet every time, you ended up back in his arms.

he groans into your mouth, pushing his hips into you and pinning you harder against the faded leather seats of his old honda. his lips are sloppy but eager, messily pressing his mouth into yours as his fingers tangle in the hair at the base of your neck. you can taste the beer and smoke on his breath, but for some reason it doesn’t bother you. maybe you’re used to it, or maybe it’s just because it’s him. you don’t want to know which reason is the truth.

he kisses you until you’re dizzy, and you can’t tell if it’s from the alcohol or from the thrill of kissing him once again. it’s a high you’re convinced you’ll never get tired of, although you’re not quite sure yet if it’s one that he will.

hansol always lets you set the pace, but tonight he can’t seem to keep his hands to himself. both of your shirts met the floor of his car what seems like hours ago, leaving you in just your pants as he makes out with you as if it’s the first and last time he’ll get that chance. his fingers breeze over your waist the same way they breeze over his guitar strings when he plays: careful yet greedy, each touch intentional yet impulsive as he grips your waist.

he drags his fingers higher and it sends a shiver down your spine, arching your hips up against him and rolling your head back against the seat’s headrest. if there’s only one upside to this relationship, it’s that he’s good at this. really good. if he weren’t, then you wouldn’t have spent so many nights letting him fuck you in the parking lot of your shitty local bar. it does something for your confidence knowing that he must feel the same about you, or else he wouldn’t keep inviting you out. at the very least, this arrangement is mutual, even if you wish it wasn’t.

his hips rock against your crotch again, and even through both of your clothes you can feel how hard he is. your mind is clouded, everything’s a haze, and all you can think about is how badly you want him. the warmth of his skin, the gentle scratch of his nails on the back of your neck, his long eyelashes that flutter against your cheek as he kisses you.

you feel your hands slide haphazardly down his bare chest, fumbling over his hips as you tug on the waistband of his jeans. none of it feels graceful, not like the way he handles his music. it’s sloppy, desperate, clumsy, and it’s everything you need right now.

he manages to lean back from you enough to undo his pants and push them down to his knees, but his mouth is back on yours in an instant. somehow you end up on your back across the seats, gazing up at him with slack lips as his thin silver chain dangles over your face. you might not remember a lot of what happens on these nights when you’re with him, but you’ll always remember this moment. him hovering above you with heavily lidded eyes, biting his lip and cursing as he pushes into you, is etched into your mind in a way you simultaneously love and hate. love because it feels so good, hate because it never lasts.

the rest of those nights never stands out in your memory. you remember feeling good, you remember trembling in his arms and gasping and moaning and crying in pleasure, but the images are too fuzzy to make out. you don’t really need to reflect on them anyway; you know he’ll just bring you out next week and do it all over again.

hansol kisses you once more after you’re both finally spent, but the kisses afterwards are always different. more… hesitant, more uncertain. none of the passion and desperation that you’ve come to crave from him. not what you really want.

“i can drive you home,” he offers once he’s finished cleaning you up. for once you think he might genuinely mean it, but you can never be sure enough to take that chance. you want him to drive you home. god, you want him to so bad. to have him come over with you and stay the night, stay another night and another until your apartment isn’t just yours anymore, that’s what you’ve wanted all this time. and it’s what you’ll never have.

“i’ll call an uber,” you answer.

“i’ll wait with you, then.”

the silence that settles over his car is heavy as you climb back into the front passenger seat. you want to tell him to get in the uber with you, stay more than just a couple hours with you in the furthest back corner of the bar parking lot that’s too far to be illuminated by streetlights. you want to argue that he’s too drunk even to drive himself, that he needs to come home with you and sleep it off together in the comfort of your bed, but you know it’s not true and it won’t work. this is a conversation you’ve had many times before. every night you’ve spent with him blurs into the next, always the same. 

sometimes you want to laugh at how naive you are, for thinking he’d eventually come to his senses and realize there’s more to you than a good lay before a gig. sometimes you want to grab him and shake him by the shoulders and tell him to grow the fuck up, give him an ultimatum and make him tell you what he wants from you or else put an end to it all. sometimes you just want to cry, to mourn your wasted time when you’re fully aware it’s never going to lead to something more, no matter how badly you want it and how hard you try.

no matter how many times you get your hopes up, no matter how many times you pray and beg and plead with god and the universe and every other higher power to get him to realize this can’t keep going on the way it is forever, nothing ever changes. you’re never going to stop running to him when he calls, and he’s never going to stop calling.

finally another car pulls into the lot, and you manage to pull yourself out of his car. you hear your name behind you and you stumble, swaying on your feet as he rolls down his window.

maybe this time will be different.

he says his usual goodbyes and goodnights, flashing you a loose grin and a wave as his engine sputters to life, and he asks if you’re planning on coming to practice next week. 

and you find yourself nodding.

you’re left standing there, your head and your heart pounding, watching his headlights fade as he drives away, until you’ve stood there for so long that your ride starts honking and calling for you to get in the car so you can leave.

maybe next time will be different.

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[bangtanintotheroom]

Fill the Void (M)

I don't wanna decide things for myself, on my own

Finally, for the first time, I'm alone

You call me, havin' good times with a bad boy

Seems I've got a choice to make

Be my voice and I choose you to fill the void

• Pairing: Professional Dom!Hyunjin x Client!(F)Reader

• Genre: Non-Idol!AU, Sex Worker!AU, Smut

• Rating: 18+

• Words: 7.1k

• Summary: He’s always there to help you forget your troubles, even if it’s just for a few hours.

• Warnings/themes: explicit sexual content, sex work, swearing, drinking, discussion of safe words and consent, dom!Hyunjin, sub!Y/N, sensory deprivation (blindfold), usage of sl*t, degradation, bondage, edging, orgasm denial, manhandling, praise, use of sex toys, fingering, oral (f. receiving), dirty talk, light choking, protected sex, spanking, multiple orgasms, aftercare

• Playlist: 🎧

• Song Inspo: Fill the Void - The Weeknd, Lily-Rose Depp (Spotify | Soundcloud)

• Notes: Wow, look who finished this, eons later! I am so sorry for everyone who’s been looking forward to this, between the holiday and con rush and focus issues, it was hard getting this complete 🥲 but it’s here now and I hope it was somewhat worth the wait! Shoutout to my lovely Sunclair @minisugakoobies for beta reading! 💖

• Taglist: @minttangerines @aznstoner @horanghater @addictedtohobi @swga-ficrecs @firesighgirl @hyunjinsjeans

It didn’t matter how many times you frequented this place; your reaction would always be the same.

Heart picking up in speed as you opened the heavy wooden door between a nail salon and a cat cafe.

Eyes darting around at the picture frames of scantily clad people hanging on the burgundy walls.

Lips curling as you approached the androgynous young man sitting behind the singular desk in the lobby.

He was quick to notice you, glittered eyes crinkling in recognition.

“Y/N, so good to see you again!”

“Same to you, Felix. Is he here tonight?”

What did it say about you that a specific name didn’t have to be announced for him to know who you were talking about?

“Of course, he just got in a few minutes ago. I’ll give him a call.”

Nodding in understanding, you waited as the receptionist picked up the phone and dialed. It didn’t take long for him to start speaking to who was on the other end.

“Hey man, what’s up? I’ve got a surprise for you here.”

A pause while you fiddled with your purse strap.

“One of your regulars is back.”

Felix chose to shoot you a wink from the side, making you grin bashfully.

“Yup, that’s the one. How long will it be?”

More silence before he nodded.

“Sounds good, she’ll be waiting for you. See ya.”

Hanging up the phone, Felix shot you a smile that contrasted with the dark and sensual decor.

“It’ll be a few minutes, he’s just freshening up and he’ll be out for you.”

His words only made your pulse quicken further, but you played it cool on the surface as you replied, “Wonderful. Thank you.”

“Just make yourself comfortable, okay?”

His suggestion was paired with an arm outstretched towards a waiting area to the right, occupied with a few patrons sitting on black velvet couches. With a nod at the blond, you headed into the room, only receiving a glance or two from the other occupants. You took a seat on one of the armchairs in the corner, crossing your legs and leaning back into the cushion as you waited.

To soothe the nerves that always plagued you in this establishment, your eyes took in the people nearby. There were only five of them, taking up little space in the sizable room.

Two of them were huddled together on one of the sofas, most likely a couple judging by the way they held hands and touched knees. Not an ounce of anxiety was on their faces; if anything, they looked eager for whatever was in store for them tonight.

As for the others…

Your eyes shifted subtly to the opposite side.

Three young men who seemed to be good friends, but were currently on different wavelengths. The one in the middle was sandwiched between the other two as they whispered excitedly. He seemed to be less enthusiastic than them, leg bouncing while he kept shaking his head or retorting to the others. A pat on the back helped ease his nerves, body leaning back into the seat as he took deep breaths.

Poor sap was probably a newbie.

You remembered when you were in his position. It felt like so long ago.

Or maybe you had just been here so often that it felt like a long time.

Either way, you were in and knew what you needed tonight.

“Y/N?”

A familiar voice brought you to attention, straightening up in your seat at the tall and lean figure now standing in front of you as your stomach flipped in on itself.

“Hyunjin.”

The man smiled down at you, the red lights illuminating and shadowing the right places on his handsome face.

“Welcome back.”

You returned the expression, cheeks heating up despite your best efforts. He always seemed to have this effect on you.

“It’s good to be back.”

Hyunjin’s magnetic smile only widened, holding a hand out towards you. Without exchanging any more words, you took it, marveling at the warmth and delicacy of it. The opposite of what it could really do behind closed doors.

He helped you up and led you out of the waiting room and back into the hall. You saw the other patrons staring at the two of you out of the corners of your eyes, expressions ranging from encouragement to curiosity. Probably wondering what the enticing worker and the client in her wrinkled pantsuit were going to get up to.

Nothing was said as you and him walked past closed doors, the occasional sounds soaking through them. A moan. A groan or two. Some laughter. Once in a while a scream of pleasure. Or pain.

The first couple of visits, you’d jump and blink owlishly at the rooms, your gaping broken by the gentle tug Hyunjin would give your hand. You were used to these noises by now; it was nothing but background music to you.

Finally, a familiar door ended up in your vision. The dark wood with the red chain wrapped around the handle had your stomach knotting in titillation. Just like always.

Hyunjin opened it and motioned you to enter first, waiting until you stepped halfway in to shut it behind him.

His designated room fit the aesthetic of the establishment, yet it had its own style that catered to its owner. Black made up most of the decor, with the occasional blocks of white and garnished by gold. With the large bed in the middle, decorated with multiple throw pillows, any passerby would assume this was a normal person’s bedroom.

But the oddly-shaped chair looming in the corner hinted at what occurred here other than sleeping and relaxing.

“Need a drink?”

The query made you inhale and let out a heavy breath.

“Please.”

You made yourself comfortable on the end of the king-sized bed, unbuttoning your blazer before tossing it behind you. The urge to lay back and sink into the cozy mattress crept up, but you fought it in favor of watching Hyunjin work his magic at the mini bar.

“I hadn’t heard from you in a while, thought something might’ve happened.”

You shook your head, even though he couldn’t see you.

“No, just a deadline that’s been sucking the soul out of me.”

The worker hummed in understanding, turning around to reveal a glass in his hand, halfway full with white wine. As soon as he was within reach, you took a hold of the drink, wasting no time in taking a sip. The room temperature liquid slid down your throat like it was gold, pulling a sigh out when you pulled the glass away.

“Fuck, I needed that. Thank you, Hyunjin.”

“You’re welcome, Y/N.”

Hyunjin sat next to you, the distance enough to be respectable yet hint to the familiarity the two of you had.

“How have you been?”

One more sip and you turned your head to answer.

“On the verge of jumping out a window.”

The chuckle he gave was minor, though his expression exuded sympathy.

“Has work been that difficult?”

“Difficult doesn’t even come close to it.”

“Oh?”

Just that one little word was enough to have you prepping to express just what had been plaguing you in your career to even bring you here tonight.

“Well, where do I start?”

You moved your free arm back to lean on it, head tilting back to face the ceiling.

“Rumor has it that one of my managers is going to be laid off soon, despite our team being in the middle of a large project.”

You lifted the half-empty glass in the air.

“We have a new intern. Nice kid, but the amount of times he’s forgotten the basic details because he’s too focused on the big picture is irritating.”

The grip on the crystal stem tightened.

“I just found out that the sales coordinator who has been hitting on me is married. But if you ask him, he’ll say he’s in an open relationship.”

You sighed and shook your head.

“I actually liked that asshole.”

Hyunjin gave a scoff before remarking, “Men aren’t shit.”

“Seriously. Oh, and—” The lip of the glass hovered just centimeters away from your lips now. “—I got a parking ticket this morning.”

The tiniest of snorts left Hyunjin while you downed the rest of your drink, letting out a sigh of relief once it finished sliding down your throat.

“You’ve really been going through it, haven’t you?”

“To say the least.”

Your head turned, looking over the other’s appearance with interest. He always had the most interesting outfits on whenever you came, emphasizing his tall and lean figure. This time was no exception.

A short-sleeved sweater vest with a crisp white collar and a black tie wrapped around his neck and simple black slacks. A few bracelets and a watch on his wrists to brighten up the dark look. His hair was tied up this time, showing off an undercut you remembered him mentioning during your last visit. But while you were studying his face, you noticed something that wasn’t there before.

“This is new.”

You pointed to the metal sitting underneath Hyunjin’s right brow, his expression brightening.

“Ah, you noticed. I got it a few weeks ago.”

A hum vibrated through your lips as you admired the piercing.

“It suits you.”

He was quick to express his gratitude, clearly pleased that you brought it up. The two of you conversed on whatever came up for a while, acting like old friends and not a worker and client about to get down to business. But you started growing restless after a certain point, ready to receive what you came here for.

“Hyunjin?”

“Hm?”

You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear while looking into his eyes.

“I think I’m ready now.”

Your words made Hyunjin’s eyes steel, starting to enter into professional mode.

“Are you sure?”

No hesitation.

“Yes.”

“Okay—” He placed a hand on the small of your back, rubbing with comfort. “—how do you want it, Y/N?”

You knew. You knew since you began planning to come here earlier in the week. But it was a little further than what you were used to doing with him.

So you had to swallow the spit gathering in your mouth before responding, “Rough. Rougher than usual.”

The shift in Hyunjin’s dark eyes resembled the one you would see in your coworkers as they prepared to counter suggestions in meetings. His hand also stopped rubbing your lower back.

“How rough?”

His question forced you to take a moment and remember how the system he had set up worked. When you mulled over just how far you wanted him to go, you held up four fingers. He counted each digit and raised a brow at your answer.

“Are you sure? We’ve never gone that far before.”

“Yes, Hyunjin. I really need this, believe me.”

Your tone was verging on desperate, dying to give complete control over to this man and forget about anything irrelevant. It was just the professional in him making sure that his client knew what they were signing up for. You appreciated it, really.

But you needed Hyunjin to start making you forget your own name.

Thankfully, he nodded after a pause or two, his hand continuing to move again.

“Okay, love. That means we’ll have to do a refresher on safe words.”

Ah. Now you really had to dig in your brain this time.

You had never been pushed far enough that you had to use them, but now you were testing your boundaries. Hyunjin was good at his job, but that didn’t mean things couldn’t go wrong.

With intense focus, you attempted to recall the words. It took a while yet they returned in full clarity.

“Soft.”

“To keep going.”

You nodded.

“Hard.”

His mouth quirked.

“To bring up the intensity.”

The next one.

“Pause.”

“To stop completely.”

“And…”

This one took longer, but you managed.

“Swap.”

“To switch it up.”

You hummed in approval, his answers matching up correctly with your words.

“I’m surprised you remember.”

Hyunjin’s shoulders lifted in nonchalance.

“It’s my job, darling.”

A chuckle came from you; he did have a point.

“Fair. So—” You set your empty glass on the floor before standing up, cocking your head as you looked down at him. “—should I undress myself or would you like to do the honors?”

Hyunjin gave you the sauciest of smirks, letting you know that play time was over.

“It’s all up to you, love.”

Yes.

This was just what you needed.

To think about nothing except the toy sliding in and out of you and the one controlling it.

It took little effort on Hyunjin’s part to clear your mind of the troubles plaguing you outside of this building. As soon as you were stripped down to nothing but your skin, he was quick to switch to his other persona, instructing you to get comfortable on the piece of furniture in the corner before strapping you in with ease. The way his lips quirked when he looked over your bound form never failed to raise goosebumps. It was the last glimpse you got of him before satin covered your eyes and left you to view nothing but darkness.

And true to his promise, he began pushing you to your limits.

“A-Ah—”

You could hear him huff below you, taunting, “You’re making a mess on my furniture, darling.”

You were pretty sure he wasn’t exaggerating; every time the vibrator sunk in or pulled back, you could feel your wetness dripping out and collecting into a puddle underneath your ass. This was how you got whenever Hyunjin teased you. The ability he had to build you up and make you walk to the mountaintop, only to force you to turn around and head back down was astonishing.

And addicting.

“Mnh—”

It was pointless to tug at the bands around your wrists. You didn’t even budge an inch.

“So needy for a piece of plastic. It’s adorable.”

You tried to stop what came out of your mouth next automatically, but failed, retorting, “That piece of plastic is making me feel good— Ah!”

A sharp impact on your thigh brought a cry out of you, swiftly followed by his stern voice.

“Manners, Y/N.”

Oops. One of the rules established was to not talk back and you almost ruined the mood.

“I’m sorry, sir.”

Hyunjin clicked his tongue at your meek apology, clearly not too pleased with the interruption.

“I thought I was doing my job, but I guess not since your mouth just ran off.”

You couldn’t avoid the way your walls squeezed when you heard him say in a velvety tone, “Guess we’ll have to fix that, hm?”

Within a second, you could feel the toy pulling out, a whine escaping your lips as you felt so empty all of a sudden.

“Sir—”

He didn’t allow you to utter another syllable as you felt something wet and hot gliding against your swollen folds out of nowhere. The sensation made you jerk in your restraints and yelp sharply, legs bound tight to prevent you from closing them. You weren’t sure if it was a good or bad thing at the moment.

Hyunjin’s tongue took its sweet time traveling, the tip dipping into crevices and swirling around your hard clit with precision. In any other situation, the attention would be welcome, especially from someone as skilled as him. But this was not helping with the golden rule of the night.

Don’t come unless he says so.

“Hyu— Sir, please!”

You trembled at the hum washing over your center. “Hm?”

“Sir…more.” A pause. “Please?”

Almost forgot your manners.

“I don’t know, love, can you handle more?”

Could you? Probably not, but tonight was about pushing your boundaries…

“Yes.”

Nothing but your labored breathing was heard for some time. Which was why you flinched at the feel of something much smaller and warmer than the vibrator poking at your entrance.

“Is this good enough for you, greedy thing?”

“Y-Yes sir!”

Your pitch increased when you felt his finger slide into you with little resistance, burying up to the knuckle. Hips raising at the sensation, they began following the rhythm of Hyunjin’s thrusting, enjoying the bundle of pleasure that began building up again.

“Fuck, you’re so needy.”

A pinch of your hip interrupted your movements, teeth catching onto your bottom lip.

“Fucking yourself onto my finger like a slut. Never imagined that this would be what I dealt with tonight.”

There was no hiding the shiver that wracked your body at his words. And if there was a chance, it was wiped off the map when Hyunjin tapped onto your G-spot, ripping a shriek out of you.

“Shit!”

The chuckle you heard was dripping with nearly sadistic amusement at your predicament.

“There you go, making a mess again.”

Your face burned with unbearable heat as he pointed out the obvious, feeling your arousal dribbling out every time he stroked the soft area or thrusted into it. It was difficult to get like this with any of your previous partners, but the man between your legs had you in such a state without even breaking a sweat.

To make matters worse, Hyunjin went back to stimulating your clit with his mouth. You could hear the clinking of the chains as you pulled your wrists forward, barely making any distance. He had made it so you couldn’t move as he ruined you to bits; all you could do was squirm on the chair and express yourself through expletives and moans.

It didn’t take long for your body to sink into the rhythm he was creating, fighting less and less against the pleasure. You had even bucked your hips a few times, receiving chuckling and teasing from the other.

But then you realized at a certain point that you were getting too relaxed.

For a string deep in your belly began forming into a knot and pulling tight.

Fuck. Not good.

“Y/N.”

The rigidity surrounding your name made you freeze before Hyunjin continued, “You better not be doing what I think you’re about to do.”

“I-I’m not, sir—”

The way your voice shook and you tugged at your bindings betrayed your words. Denying the sensation only seemed to exacerbate it, the mass growing further and further the more his fingers slid in and out of your pussy.

“Doesn’t feel like it. Remember what I said?”

“Y-Yes.”

A sharp pinch to your inner thigh made you whimper.

“Say it.”

“Don’t c-come unless you say so. I promise I won’t, sir.”

A rub on that same spot was followed by, “Good.”

But he didn’t ease up. Instead, he continued his motions and challenged your resistance to breaking one of his rules. You were trying to give the facade that you were under control, but your body kept twisting and whimpers poured from your agape mouth.

It was so tempting to just give up and say your safe word, but fuck that.

You were on a mission tonight and you weren’t raised to be a quitter.

The sting of nails digging into your palms felt minor compared to the ache between your legs.

Fight it. Fight it. Fight it.

The sensation remained stagnant before finally beginning to fade into slight discomfort. Although your body protested, your mind was satiated by the praise you heard next.

“Good girl. I love when you listen to me.”

You hummed in appreciation at Hyunjin’s words and the hand gently rubbing your hip now.

“Th-Thank you, sir.”

The welcoming warmth of his palm lulled you into somewhat of a relaxed state that made you aware of the current position you were in. The hardness of the chair was starting to make your bottom sore and your hands and feet were starting to get a bit tingly now. Your lips turned downwards as you tried but failed to regain your discomfort.

“Sir?”

“Yes?”

“Easy.”

His touch paused, the heat stagnant on your skin.

“Are you uncomfortable?”

“A little.”

You heard Hyunjin hum before responding, “Should we move this to the bed, darling?”

Just the thought of laying on the soft duvet had your tone brightening as you gave your approval. The hand left your hip before landing above your head to work on loosening you from the furniture.

Feeling the leather unwrap from your wrists and ankles was a mild relief, flexing your toes and fingers for a moment before you felt your hips being grabbed and pulled downwards. Your legs came together quick enough to help you stand, although they had little strength once your feet touched the ground. Your sense of balance was affected from the prolonged position and you stumbled forward.

If it wasn’t for the hands that swiftly supported your waist, you would have ended up face first with the carpet.

“Be careful.”

Anyone unfamiliar with Hyunjin would have missed the minor softening of his tone, the immersion breaking for a moment to make sure you were able to continue. You took this opportunity to rest your forehead against what felt like his shoulder and regain your bearings. The sensation of fabric against your skin and the scent of his cologne entering your nostrils contributed to being aware of your surroundings once again.

After taking a few deep breaths, you straightened up, hoping that you were looking somewhere at Hyunjin’s face.

“Y/N, how are you feeling?”

A loaded question, really.

You were feeling like a mess in the best way possible, yet the sharp pang between your thighs was torturous. Every throb reminded you of what he had been putting you through for the last…

How long had it even been since you stepped in this room?

“I’m…soft.”

Hyunjin clued in on the word, a hum leaving him in response.

“I see. Do you think we should move this somewhere a little more comfortable?”

The invitation was more than welcoming to you. As much fun as you were having in the chair, nothing could beat the plushness of a bed. Especially his bed.

“I’d like that, sir.”

A rub of your waist made a thrill run down your spine, followed by his hands coming up behind your head.

“Should we take this off or leave it on?”

You didn’t want to risk nearly taking a spill again, so you chose the former, remaining still as Hyunjin undid the knot of your blindfold. As soon as the fabric was lifted off, you made the mistake of quickly opening your eyes, wincing as the dim light attacked them. The man in front of you chuckled in amusement, appearing as a blurry shape to you.

“I turned the lights down for a reason, darling.”

“Thank you…”

It took a minute to adjust, but you were able to finally see the other in full form, taking in his appearance.

Aside from a bead of sweat at his hairline, he looked nonplussed. Like he hadn’t been working you up with his own two hands.

Someone who was impeccable at his job.

“Come on.”

Hyunjin’s expression cooled, a hand sliding down to grip the back of your neck.

“Break time is over.”

The pang between your thighs returned in full force at the tone of his voice and touch, your head bobbing in agreement. He took a hold of your shoulders before turning you around, the king-sized bed in your view as he guided you to walk forward. Just as your legs were about to hit the foot of it, Hyunjin stopped you, leaning down to croon into your ear, “How do you want it?”

It wasn’t easy to answer immediately. The cautious part of you said to get in a position that wouldn’t break you down further, but the adventurous side wanted to go all out. You pondered for as long as you could, not feeling any sort of impatience from the man behind you.

But finally—

“Can I show you?”

Your question was answered with a hum, feeling his hands remove themselves. Once you were free, you stepped forward to climb onto the bed, stopping in the middle on your hands and knees. You lowered the side of your head to rest on the plush comforter, bringing your arms behind you to cross your wrists on the small of your back.

“Like this, sir.”

You heard Hyunjin make a sound of interest before footsteps echoed, stopping once his body was in your sight.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.” Your gaze connected with his. “And bind me again, please.”

Hyunjin quirked a brow, somewhat intrigued by your request. Studying your expression to find any hesitation, he gave his own approval once it was clear that there was none.

“Alright. Lift your head up for a second.”

You were a bit confused, but obliged, watching his arm go out of view to grab something above your head. It was clear what he went for when he slid the object under your temple before motioning you to lower it, the coolness and comfort of the silk pillowcase providing some relief.

“So you don’t walk out of here with a sore neck.”

A smile couldn’t help but form, looking up at him as you gave your thanks. The tiniest lift of his mouth occurred but disappeared swiftly, leaving your sight as he walked off to grab whatever was needed for this next phase.

You were hopeful that whatever would enter you next wasn’t his fingers or another toy. At this point, you needed something more substantial. And knowing how thorough Hyunjin could be with what he hid in his slacks had your veins thrumming with electricity.

But alas. You blanked out for a moment and forgot that it wasn’t going to be the usual song and dance tonight, per your request.

For after you felt him locking the familiar leather cuffs around your wrists, his fingertips trailed down your body until they stroked against your dripping folds.

“Have you gotten even wetter, darling?”

You swallowed down a whimper when he tapped your throbbing clit, replying, “Maybe…”

A short laugh and a pinch to your bottom was what you got in return.

“Why am I not surprised? I bet you’re hoping that I’ll fuck you now, hm?”

Even if your body remained still as a board, surely he saw the way you reacted between your legs.

“Yes sir.”

A light swat on your ass had your breath hitching.

“Yes sir, what?”

Oh. Here we go.

You had to wet your dry lips before speaking lowly, “Yes sir, I’m hoping you’ll fuck me.”

Hyunjin didn’t seem to be entirely convinced as he delivered another smack, earning a short but sharp sound from you.

“It doesn’t sound like it, Y/N. You seemed more desperate when I had that piece of plastic inside you.”

Now you could feel his fingertip parting your folds before it slowly opened your entrance, sinking in ever so slightly, not even close to stroking that sweet spot.

“Even when my finger was in, you sounded needy. I think you were satisfied with just those, no?”

He probably wanted you to convince him. Really convince him.

Time to reach into your depths and pull out the performance of your life.

“No, sir. They’re not enough.”

You dared to push your hips back, forcing the digit in deeper.

“I need your cock instead. Need it to fuck me dumb.”

A noise of intrigue came from behind you, but you continued before he could say anything.

“I really need this, sir. Want you to stretch my pussy out some more—”

You moved back further, breath hitching when your spot was nearly touched.

“Please fuck me now.”

Nothing but your own heartbeat was heard, hoping that your little show was enough to prove yourself. After a moment, you felt the finger inside you take its sweet time sliding out, hips following in vain. A hard slap was given on your ass, followed by a deep chuckle.

“That was impressive, darling. I’ve never heard you sound so needy before.”

As much as you wanted to bury your heated face into the bed, you remained steady. “I’ll do what I have to to convince you, sir.”

“I see—”

The noise of his belt coming undone made your ears perk up.

“Then I should give the little slut what she’s been asking for, right?”

It was so hard to hide your triumphant grin, but you managed to dim it down into the tiniest of smiles.

“Thank you, sir.”

A pat to your bottom was Hyunjin’s appreciation of your manners. It felt like ages before you felt him get on the bed to kneel behind your bent form. But when something thicker than a finger and warmer than a vibrator rested between your ass cheeks, elation began blossoming in your chest. It was hard to resist when you decided to wiggle, biting back a giggle at the slightest intake of breath from him.

It was a temporary victory as Hyunjin’s hands took a firm hold of your hips, keeping you in place now.

“Cheeky.”

You weren’t surprised at the pinch you received, taking it in stride. This was what you were waiting for all night. Hell, all day. You didn’t have to hope that he would, to put it simply, fuck the ever-loving shit out of you.

The man knew how to do his job thoroughly.

“Ready?”

You nodded, shifting your body a bit to prepare for what was to come.

“Yes, sir.”

With those two words, you could feel Hyunjin grab himself, readjusting to have his tip pressing lower down now. Your toes curled instinctively when you felt the blunt head of his cock parting your folds before he began penetrating. You forgot how to breathe for a moment at the intrusion, nails digging into your palms. But he was giving you what you asked for and that’s all you could want.

Until—

Oh fuck.

You were more sensitive than you realized, feeling the familiar tingle in your fingers and toes start as he sunk further in. You tried to stave off the sensations, but with each inch, you felt your self control withering away and collecting into a ball of tension in your lower stomach. Your walls began trembling before starting to clench around him in preparation for—

“Y/N.”

The sharpness of your name forced you to pay attention, especially when Hyunjin followed with, “Don’t.”

Damn. Your body was a rebel, trying to fight against his command, pussy still throbbing incessantly. You had to get it under control now. Who knew what he’d have in store if you disobeyed?

“I-I’m trying, sir…”

You were forced to shut your eyes as you tried your damnedest to regain control, from counting backwards to picturing a calm ocean. After a few countdowns, you managed to refocus, avoiding the inevitable orgasm. Even though your cunt was screaming at you to give in to the sweet release, you felt a sense of satisfaction at being able to hold back.

Hyunjin seemed to be impressed also, giving a gentle rub to your sore ass cheek before cooing, “Such a good girl.”

You exhaled sharply, only to suck in a breath when you felt him begin to move. The thrusts were slow and long, forcing you to soak in every bit of his dick. He had a way of rolling his hips that not many men had in them, rendering you weak within a couple of minutes. Now was not an exception, soft moans starting to leave your parted lips with increasing frequency.

“This is what you wanted, right?”

“Mnh— Yes, sir. Feels good—”

Funny how nonplussed Hyunjin sounded compared to you, already getting lost in the pleasure.

“Good. I better keep hearing you sound like this.”

“Of course— Ah!”

A deeper than expected thrust ripped a cry from your throat. Your fingers curled and dug into your palms as you tried to keep it together. As badly as you wanted to release, you were determined to stick to your challenge tonight.

Even though the man behind you was making it insanely difficult.

He wouldn’t stick with the same, old rhythm. If Hyunjin wasn’t switching his strokes up, he was grunting or husking out words that made heat spread throughout every part of your body.

Good.

You wanted to forget about whatever happened prior to you stepping in this building and he was doing his absolute best to see your wish through.

Time was a foreign concept while you were being fucked. Especially when you were doing your best to not come before you were given the go ahead. But like a splash of cold water, you suddenly felt Hyunjin completely bury himself, skin flush against yours.

A yelp left you at the change, ready to call out his name until you heard something gruff and velvety ring out behind you.

“Come.”

Was it the way his word was delivered with pure authority? Was it because he was buried deep inside your cunt, flush with your bottom? Or was it how tight he gripped your hips, fingers digging hard enough to feel the dullness of his nails?

Either way, it hit you like a freight train.

If anyone had been walking close in the hallway, surely they heard the way you screamed out.

Spots filled your vision, every bit of your body shaking at the long-awaited release. The only thing keeping you from completely sinking into the bed were Hyunjin’s hands.

“Yes, that’s it, darling.”

How you managed to hear his praise during your prolonged orgasm was a miracle. Eventually, the sensations faded and you were of sound mind again.

The dom must have noticed as you could feel him beginning to thrust into you again, bringing a feeling of strong overstimulation to you. You bit back a whimper, your pussy trembling in a mix of pleasure and discomfort. You tried to subtly shift away from him, but to no avail.

A pressure on the chain linking your bound hands was quickly followed by a commanding, “Don’t fucking run—“

A sudden jerk of your cuffs forced your body to straighten, your bound hands now trapped between your back and Hyunjin’s torso.

“You wanted to come so badly, I’m giving it to you.”

There was little space for you to protest at all, a hand coming up to wrap around your neck and an arm wrapping around your waist to keep you in place. As soon as a light pressure made your breathing hitch, Hyunjin began pounding into you, harder than ever.

If it wasn’t for his fingers, you would have shrieked.

The sensitivity from before still lingered, bringing a mix of pain and bliss that was unlike what you had experienced with him before. But you never spoke any of your safe words.

You just let the other keep pushing you over the edge repeatedly, to the point where you practically forgot your own name. Your entire body and brain were entering into a fog that could only focus on the cock driving in and out of you and the debauchery being rasped into your ear.

“Fuck, that’s it! Coming endlessly like a needy slut.”

“This pussy of yours just keeps squeezing me over and over—”

“Such a good girl for me, mnh—!”

Just when you were on the verge of asking him to slow down, you felt Hyunjin completely bury himself before remaining still behind you. The gritted swearing and strong twitching of his cock against your hypersensitive walls clued you in to what was happening, a mix of relief tinted with satisfaction washing over you.

As the two of you caught your breath, exhaustion started sinking its claws into you. Your eyelids became heavy, threatening to close when he released your neck and waist to gently lay you on your front. Landing on the duvet only made the sensation worse, leaving you limp as a noodle.

If you had been by yourself in this room, there would’ve been no way to get out. Thank God for Hyunjin being here to look out for you.

You could feel him undoing your cuffs before he carefully rolled you onto your side, guiding you into a fetal position that was much needed.

“How are you feeling?”

Spent. Satisfied. Ready for a nap.

But all you could muster was a weak grunt.

Hearing Hyunjin hum, you felt a warm hand lay between your shoulder blades and begin to rub.

“Would you like something to eat and drink? It’ll help get your energy back.”

At least you could manage a nod, lids fluttering.

The hand was removed as he went to grab whatever he had stored away for moments like this, leaving you to try your best to not fall asleep right there. Luckily, Hyunjin returned swiftly, soft voice sounding again. “Darling, I’m going to sit you up, okay?”

You managed to croak a feeble response, allowing him to guide you to sit up against the pillows. You saw spots for a moment, leaning your head back to try and blink them away.

“Here.”

You looked down to see the lip of a water bottle in front of your face. With Hyunjin’s help, you managed to latch on and drink. Once you got a satisfying amount down, he handed you a small pack of saltines, already opened.

“Is this fine or would you like something else?”

The tiniest of smiles came over as you took the package.

“This is perfect. Thank you.”

Hyunjin reflected your expression, waiting until you ate one of the crackers before reaching for your free arm. As soon as his lithe fingers began working into your stiff muscles, you sighed in contentment.

“Your arms must be killing you right now.”

“Mm, I’ve had worse being in the gym.”

The dom chuckled at your light quip, glad to see that you were coming back down easily.

“I’ll still give you an Aleve before you head out, your tune might change in the morning.”

Even though your eyes rolled, you were appreciative of his thinking ahead. One of the reasons you always came back.

“Thank you.”

While you were snacking away, Hyunjin continued massaging all of your limbs, chasing away the aches and tingles with little effort. As soon as you finished eating and chugged your last bit of water, he was quick to offer you more, but you declined.

If you filled your stomach any more, you definitely would have curled up in your spot and taken a nap. You didn’t want to go over your time limit and interfere with his next client.

Once you had your bearings about you, you let Hyunjin know that you were ready to leave. He looked you over once more to make sure you were able to head home safely before helping you into the adjoining bathroom to freshen up. You cleaned up as best as you could and redressed, not caring that the wrinkles in your pantsuit worsened by now.

Your companion for the night took your hand and led you out and back down the hallway, your mood a 180 from a couple of hours ago. Stress didn’t run through your veins anymore, replaced with a lightness that could only come from a place like this.

“So how long will it be until I see your face again?”

A shrug greeted Hyunjin’s question.

“Hopefully not as long. I’ve still got some PTO left that I can use, so who knows?”

“Hm, we shall see.”

The two of you reached the entrance to the waiting room, the other stopping to turn and face you head-on.

“So this is goodbye, for now.”

You nodded and replied, “It is. Thank you again, Hyunjin. You don’t know how much I needed this tonight—” your teeth flashed, “—it’s like an entire weight off my shoulders.”

Hyunjin smiled politely, taking your free hand as well to give both of them a careful squeeze.

“As always, it’s my pleasure. You did great, Y/N.”

The praise brought a flutter to your chest and a warmth to your face. He was never shy with compliments. Although you had to wonder if his clients ever returned the favor on the regular…

Time to take a chance.

“So did you, Hyunjin.”

The way his eyes scrunched and teeth flashed, paired with his cheeks turning pink, let you know that you made the right decision.

“Thank you, darling.”

With a kiss to your hands and a good night, he sent you off on your way. You had a bounce in your step as you headed past the receptionist desk, Felix in the middle of a conversation with a young woman.

“I can guarantee you’ll have a good time with him, he’s one of our best here. Oh, Y/N!”

The call of your name made you pause, acknowledging the blond.

“How was it?”

Your grin expressed everything and more as you answered, “More than I needed and wanted.”

Felix beamed, pleased with your feedback. “Excellent! I actually have this wonderful young lady here asking about Hyunjin—” he jerked his head towards her, “—maybe you can give her your two cents?”

Said woman looked at you now, her lips curving with kindness and modesty.

“Hello. You’re familiar with Hyunjin?”

“Very. He’s my go-to guy whenever I visit. I’ve never had the urge to choose anyone else.”

Her eyes widened, curiosity covering her face now.

“Wow, really? That’s quite the preference.”

Watching the way she reacted reminded you of your first time here; on edge and unsure what exactly you wanted from one of the doms. If it wasn’t for the extensive patience Hyunjin showed you that first night, you never would have stepped foot in here again, let alone multiple times.

She had nothing to worry about.

“Mhm. Honestly, from one woman to another, I say go with him. Trust me—” you gave her as much of a reassuring smile as you could muster, “—you’ll be in good hands.”

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[theharrowing]

You. Me. Bed. Clothes off. Now.

You and some friends visit Paradise for a fun night out and you meet an alluring stranger who invites you to a part of the club many don't know exist.

🤍 Collateral Hoseok x Female Reader

🤍 word count: 770

🤍 strangers to strangers with benefits, nsfw, 18+

🤍 warnings: an allusion to smut with adult language (thinking about voyeurism/exhibitionism, explicit discussion of sex and squirting); Collateral Hoseok is a bisexual menace; does this count as Hoseok cuckolding Seokjin?; mc is a little naïve because i like this trope; consensual grinding on the dancefloor; location is a strip club & brothel (for those of you unfamiliar with Paradise.)

🤍 notes: this is not the mc from Collateral!!! this is a different reader character. i don't have a lot of Hoseoks that i felt would fit this so i decided that my Collateral Hoseok would be a good fit. 2024 needs to be the year that i write some smutty Hoseok x reader content!!! also, although Collateral is a mafia au, it's not mentioned in this snip.

🤍 written for the Harrow's Holiday Cheer Event, requested by @back2bluesidex 🎈 my darling Nika!!! thank you do much for requesting!!! although we have only recently met, i am already thrilled to call you a friend & get to know you better.

🤍 beta read by @neoneunnajimin

🤍 posted dec. 2023

When you joined your best friends at Paradise to dance the night away near the back bar with the hope of getting some rich hottie to take you home for the night, you were not expecting the first guy to approach you to have a boyfriend. 

"He doesn't mind," the man insists in your ear as you dance with your ass pressed against his crotch, staring ahead at an equally hot man who sits at the bar, facing you with his legs spread wide while another man sits beside him.

The man you dance with and his boyfriend wear all black with their dark hair styled away from their foreheads, and the one at the bar stares at you with an intense, hungry gaze while the man at his side, dressed in all white, rubs a palm over his chest and tummy. 

You've never fucked a man with a boyfriend before, and the prospect sends a thrill down your spine—you wonder if he might want to watch. As you nibble your bottom lip and consider the proposal, swishing your ass against the man's growing erection hard enough to feel it against you, the man at the bar cocks an eyebrow.

"Alright," you say, grinning widely and surprising yourself. "Where?"

"Downstairs," the man answers, nibbling at your earlobe until you raise your shoulder high and giggle. "We own a brothel down there."

"A brothel?" you ask in disbelief, spinning enough to attempt to look at the man behind you. 

"Shhh," he whispers with a hint of a smirk, "It's a secret."

The man takes you by the hand, blows a kiss to his boyfriend, and leads you through the club, past the large center bar and three long stripper stages, to a door manned by a security guard. The guard nods at the man you are with and does not say a word, and you are surprised as you are led into a somewhat well-lit hallway, past rooms that look like they are meant for private strip shows—some with the doors closed. 

"I'm Hoseok, by the way," the man says, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. 

You feel your cheeks warm as you tell him your name, then you turn to take in his pretty face and ask, "Do you work here?"

Hoseok's features are long and thin, just like his build, and his heart shaped lips pull into a bright, wide smile as he glances at you and says, "I guess you could say it's a family business."

You hum and store the information for later, not eager to ruin the moment by asking too many questions. At the end of the hall is another guard who nods to Hoseok and says, "Executive suite is all yours, sir."

"Thanks, Binnie," Hoseok says as he punches a long code into the a keypad and opens the door to a set of stairs that continue underground to a dark, fuchsia-lit hallway. With another squeeze of your hand, he says, "Do you have a safeword? Or, rather, do you think we will need one?"

You do not have a safeword and you shake your head as you say, "I don't…but we could establish one."

A loud slap followed by a scream echoes from behind one of the doors you pass, causing goosebumps to break out over your skin. And when Hoseok asks, "Just how hard do you like to be fucked?" you feel a shiver work its way through you.

"Hard," you admit, keeping your eyes on the black door at the end of the hallway, too shy to look at Hoseok. "Make me forget about my shitty ex. Make me forget my own name."

"Ooh, a rebound?" Hoseok asks excitedly as you reach the door at the end of the hall and he punches in another long code to gain access. "How exciting."

The door opens wide and you step inside, marveling at the large bed with silk sheets and black wrist and ankle restraints resting on top—at the shelves of impact toys and dildos, vibrators, and plugs. You take in the sight of a large, white leather couch and a fully stocked bar to the far left, and then you turn back to Hoseok, feeling bold. 

"I've always wanted to try to squirt, but I've never been with someone good enough to get me there."

Hoseok's eyes widen, and the door slams closed behind the two of you, leaving you in an equally dim room, perfectly alone. Quickly, he begins to unbutton his black dress shirt as he very sharply says, “You. Me. Bed. Clothes off. Now.”

this one was just cruel. i'm so sorry for stopping here. i.............i might have to write more of this at some point because i would love to explore Collateral Hoseok so, so badly.

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[rose-of-the-grave]

The Pact

Pairing: Lily x James

Modern AU

This will hopefully have five parts. I'm the author (please don't repost) <3

Masterlist Series Masterlist. Read on Ao3

Warnings: 18+, no actual smut but a lot of references, mentions of past bullying(no specifics),

Word Count: 1,980

Description: When their friends keep meddling in their love lives Lily and James agree to fake date for a few weeks.

"Lils, we need to get you laid!"

Lily rolled her eyes at her best friend. She did not want to have to go through this conversation again. Just because she hadn't gone on a date in a few months since she had broken up with her sleazebag ex didn't mean she was desperate for some action.

"Can we not do this again?" She pleaded.

"Why? You haven't gone on a date since you broke up with that slime ball Severus. And I know for a fact that you never went further than the second base with him. Which means you haven't had sex in at least six months."

"Seven." She muttered.

"Even worse! You need to get laid and we," she pointed at herself and their other friend, Alice, "are going to make it happen."

"We are?" Alice asked. Marlene elbowed her in the ribs causing her to cough. "Oh. Right. We are!"

"Look, that's sweet but I don't need help getting some."

"Oh?" Marlene arched one eyebrow questioningly. "Are you seeing someone and not telling us?"

Seeing an exit to this conversation she did her best to act convincing when she said, coyly, "Maybe I am. So what?"

Her two friends thankfully took the bait. Unfortunately for Lily, they were very eager to discover the identity of her supposed boyfriend.

"So?" Marlene asked.

Pretending not to know what she wanted to know Lily parroted back, "So?"

"Well? Come one tell us! Who is this mystery guy?" She lowered her voice a little, leaning over the table. "Is it someone we know?"

Trying to diffuse the situation, she merely replied, "Perhaps."

The bell rung signalling that someone had entered the restaurant. Momentarily distracted, Lily looked up. In had walked three men, Sirius, Remus, and James. She knew all three and was close friends with Remus. They had become close when they started working at the same bookstore. Shortly after meeting him she had been introduced to his boyfriend, Sirius. They got along well enough but they didn't have too much in common.

Then there was James. He was practically like a brother to Sirius which meant she saw him on occasion. He would stop by the bookstore once in a while to say to Remus. However, he had developed a terrible habit of asking her out nearly every time they met. At first she had been nice about it but after a while it had gotten a little annoying.

He had stopped once she started dating someone. Overall, she had liked him just fine before. He was funny and charming but once his previous history with her boyfriend had been revealed she had been quick to start hating him.

According to Sev, James had bullied him ruthlessly all through school. Lily had always been one to stand up to bullies so that had started an automatic dislike for him. Her anger towards him developed into outright hatred whenever he mentioned her boyfriend. Right out of the gate he had questioned their relationship, saying that Severus wasn't right for her.

Two months later, he was proved correct when he started hanging out more with his friends and had outright insulted her. From a young age she had always tried her hardest in school so having her boyfriend question her intelligence and insult her family was a huge red flag. She dumped him immediately.

However, even after the breakup she still maintained her aversion to one James Potter. He had seemed to get the memo and had stayed away as best as he could considering their mutual friends. The worst part was he was still funny and charming. If it hadn't been for her disastrous relationship she probably would have taken him up on his offer.

She internally groaned at what she was about to do. Her friends were not going to let up until they got a name.

Standing up, she excused herself saying she had to go to the bathroom.

When she went to walk away, Marlene made it clear that they would be continuing this conversation when she got back. Alice nodded, further hammering in Lily's decision.

Marching up to the three men who had just walked in, she smiled and greeted Remus and Sirius. When she turned to face James, her smile slipped. She already hated what she was about to do.

"Can I talk to you for a minute?"

He was, unsurprisingly, shocked that she had reached out and talked to him. Those were the first words that she had spoken to him in a while other than the occasional, "Hello" and "Remus is in the backroom, he should be out in a minute".

"Sure." He responded, hesitantly. His mind was already racing trying to think of what she might want to tell him. They walked away towards the bathrooms.

"So," he turned to face her. "What's going on?"

Inhaling, attempting to steady her breath, she met his gaze. "I was wondering if you would mind pretending to be my boyfriend for a little while."

"I'm sorry, what?" He was looking at her like she had just told him that the earth was actually flat and everyone was being lied to.

"You heard me Potter." She fixed him with a steely-eyed gaze. "I need you to be my fake boyfriend to get Marlene and Alice off my backs about getting back out there."

"You know you could just tell them to back off."

"You say that like it's easy. I tried but Marlene is of the opinion that I need to get laid." He spluttered a bit when she said that. "Look, you were interested in me before. We already know each other well enough."

"They'll see right through it. You've made your hatred for me quite clear. There's no way they'll believe that you are suddenly dating me."

She sighed, twisting a strand of hair between her fingers. He had noticed that she did that a lot when she got stressed.

"We can just tell them that we've put our differences behind us. We can make it clear that this is still really new so that's why we haven't told anyone yet. Maybe you convinced me to give you another shot and put everything else behind us."

James nodded, "Okay. So if I agree to this, and that doesn't mean I'm going to, what are we talking here? We've been together for a few weeks but have been keeping it a secret. How long are we going to keep this up?"

"We're all going on that ski trip to the cabin. Why not stay together until after that? We can break up after saying the close proximity and everything made us rethink things."

"So, we''ll stay together for two weeks maximum and then break it off once we get home?" He clarified.

"Yeah."

Lily looked away to where her friends were sitting. Their food had just arrived and Marlene was already eating while Alice was still calmly sipping on a margarita. Hopefully he would just get it over with. Just tell her he wouldn't do it and to find someone else. Anything to end this prolonged silence.

"Okay. I'll do it."

She looked back at him in shock. He was actually willing to do it. She had purposely chosen him because he had already asked her out multiple times so she had assumed he would most likely be amenable but she was still a bit surprised he had said yes.

"Really?"

"Yeah. I mean why not? It'll be fun, I can practice my acting skills. Besides, Rem and Siri have been thinking about setting me up with some girl. I love them but the last blind date they set me up with was a total disaster. Two birds with one stone, eh? You get your friends off your back and I get them off of mine."

"Okay then. We can go back to our tables and break the news."

He gave her his trademark smile. The one that helped get away with nearly anything. He could probably flash that smile at the police and get away with murder if he wanted.

Lily watched as he went back to his table and sat down with his friends. Walking back over to her own table, she slid back in her seat.

Marlene raised an eyebrow, her mouth still full of food. In answer to her friend's silent question she merely replied, "James."

Alice started coughing and Marlene preemptively swallowed. Still coughing a bit, they both said, "James? As in James Potter?"

Lily nodded.

"But I thought you hated him." Marlene looked at her questioningly. Lily wondered whether her friend had already sniffed out the lie.

"I don't know. He convinced me to give him a second chance, wipe the slate clean. Turns out we actually get along pretty well. We started dating a couple weeks ago. It's not that serious but who knows?"

"Have you slept together yet?" Marlene asked.

"What?"

"You know, had sex, fucked, made love, the beast with two backs, the devil's tango..."

"Alright, alright. I get it." Lily said.

"You sure? Because I've got more."

"That's quite alright. I got your meaning the first time. And yes, if you must know."

"Well?"

Lily raised an eyebrow.

"How was he?"

Lily's face turned bright red as she replied, "No comment."

"Aww, come on." Marlene gave her her best puppy eyes.

"Nope."

"Fine." She changed the subject, asking Alice how her kid was doing. Apparently her son, Neville, had just started to walk. Smiling and laughing at Alice's recounts of her crazy, sleep-deprived life Lily tried to forget everything else that had just happened.

Looking over at her new fake boyfriend she knew this was going to be an utter disaster. There he was, laughing with his friends. She wondered whether he had already broken the news. Then, as if he could feel the weight of her gaze, he looked over at her from across the room. Their eyes met and his smile slid off of his face, replaced with a softer emotion. Pity, she assumed. He may have something to gain from this situation but she was the one desperate enough to ask someone she claimed to despise to pretend to date her for two weeks.

He looked back at his friends when Sirius said something, joining in on the laughter again. It seemed as if Lily was the only one not laughing.

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"So, Prongs. How'd you manage it? I mean the woman hated you for months and now she's your girlfriend? That isn't the sort of thing that just happens everyday." James looked over at his best friend.

"I don't know, man. One day I somehow convinced her to give me another shot. I'm a little foggy on the details. I was just surprised she said yes to going out with me that I kind of forgot everything that happened before."

"I don't blame you. You've had a crush on her since the first time you laid eyes on her."

James stuck his tongue out at Sirius. He'd given up on her after her dating that greasy-haired weasel. James had figured Lily would never look past that and he couldn't exactly blame her. He wasn't always kind to Severus back in school. And now she was offering him two weeks where he could be as in love with her as he wanted and if, at the end, she didn't feel the same way he could play it off as just getting too much in character. Sure, the eventual breakup would hurt but those two weeks would be absolute heaven.

Maybe, just maybe James could get over her for good. He could use these two weeks to get her out of his system. The best he could hope for was that by the end she wouldn't hate him any more than she already did.

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[navybrat817]

Starting Gate

Pairing: Motocross!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: You attract the attention of your coworker's friend who just happens to be a handsome racer who plays for keeps. Word Count: Almost 5.5k Warnings: Flirting, tension, swearing, rivalries, future explicit sexual content, motocross!Bucky Barnes (he’s a warning, okay?) A/N: Hey, lovelies! Welcome to my motocross AU! I'm excited to share the start of Hothead and Spitfire. This may expand to other racers as well. Thank you @sweeterthanthis @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog @dreamlessinparis @buckyownsmylife for letting me scream about this. Beta read by the beautiful @whisperlullaby, but any and all mistakes are my own. Banners by the talented @vase-of-lilies. Moodboard by yours truly with the incredible Bucky edit provided by Nix. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Please reblog or comment as it means the world!

Looking out the window of the passenger seat of Natasha Romanoff’s car, you couldn't stop yourself from smiling as she drove. The sun was shining in the light blue sky, but the air was relatively warm. It's a beautiful day for a race. You felt like you were going to jump out of your skin from how eager you were, but you had to play it cool.

“You know you’re allowed to be excited about today.”

So much for playing it cool.

“I’m a little excited,” you said, giving her a smile as you looked away from the window. “Okay, I’m really excited. I’m glad you invited me.”

“I’m glad you accepted. You said you liked motocross when it was brought up in the work chat," she pointed out. You went to a few races back home. They were fun. "I’ve wanted to introduce you to a couple of the guys and I thought today would be perfect.”

Since you moved to the area a few months before, you hadn’t had time to make many friends. You somehow managed to hit it off with Natasha, your coworker. She had a cool, almost intimidating, energy about her that you appreciated. Her actions and words were deliberate and calculated, while you sometimes led with emotion. She admitted recently that she admired that, along with your grit, because it showed her how honest you were. 

Not that everyone appreciates it.

You wouldn’t necessarily call yourself argumentative, but you were vocal. Your parents heard from teachers often as you grew up that you stood up for what you believed in, pushed the envelope at times, and wore your heart on your sleeve. While some thought that those were admirable traits, others wrote you off as emotional or snappy. It didn’t always hurt when that happened. A smaller circle of people who accepted you was better than a large group who didn’t care at the end of the day.

Maybe I can find that here.

“What’s the sour look for?”

“Shouldn’t your eyes be on the road?” you half teased, not wanting your thoughts to cloud your good mood.

“You’re regretting wearing the skirt, aren’t you?” her lip quirked up, not quite smiling.

“You TOLD me to wear this!” you reminded her.

“I suggested it because you said you couldn’t remember the last time you got laid.”

You huffed a little. "Boys suck. I need a man."

By definition, you weren't a jaded girl about love. Though your friends back home sometimes reminded you that you had a bit of a wild streak, especially when it came to boys. You liked the rush of excitement in the beginning and the thrill of not knowing what would happen tomorrow. Somewhere along the way, your wants changed. You still craved excitement, but also wanted the guy you fell for to stick around once the euphoria faded. You wanted to be loved.

Am I asking for too much?

"Oh, some of them here are very much boys. A few are decent men."

“So, you brought me out here to introduce me to a couple of your guy friends, watch them race, and help get me laid?” 

She waited a beat before she answered. “Something like that.”

“I’m not going to hook up with some random racer,” you smiled, though getting laid did sound nice. Sex wasn’t the beginning and end of everything for you, but you hadn’t been fucked in months and you were starting to get frustrated. At least I have my trusty toy.

“I wouldn’t judge you if you did,” she said as the car began to slow down. 

“Nat…” you began, turning as much as you could in your seat to face her. “I have a perfectly good vibrator at home. It’s dependable and doesn’t talk back.”

She gave you a knowing look once she parked in the grass parking lot, evident even through her sunglasses. “You want someone who talks back.”

You bit your tongue before you could say you wanted someone dependable, too. “Maybe, but not too much. I don’t want a pushover, but I don’t want an asshole either.”

“Was that why it didn’t work out with that guy back home? What was his name? Frank?”

You wrinkled your nose a bit. “He was only a partial asshole. He was also part sex god and a had a self destructive streak a mile wide,” you said. 

Frank was a free spirit, always up for an adventure. You knew he was never meant to be the guy you ended up with forever, but you were drawn to him nonetheless in the beginning. Sex could only distract you so much from the lack of direction in life and occasional drug use. In the end, you couldn’t fix him and he didn’t want you to.

You still wished him well.

“Are you looking for Mr. Perfect?”

“No, I’m not. Mr. Perfect doesn’t exist because someone like that doesn't have flaws. That isn’t realistic. I just want a guy perfect for me."

"That makes sense," she agreed. "Someone who gets you."

"Exactly. I'm a lot to handle, but-"

"You're not," she interrupted. "Guys get away with being brazen all the time. Girls should be able to do the same."

"Thanks, Nat,” you sighed a little. She was right. “I just want someone who appreciates me. Someone who pushes back when I push, but lets me be vulnerable, too," you explained before you sat up straight. “Wait, why are we talking about this? This is race day.”

Natasha hummed thoughtfully as she tucked a strand of red hair behind her ear. “Okay. Let’s go.”

What is she up to?

You bit your lip as you got out of the car, replaying your words in your mind as you smoothed out your skirt. You wondered if you set your expectations for guys too high. It doesn't matter. I'm not here to pick up anyone, even if the racers look hot with their gloves and the way their asses look in their pants and everything else.

It was crowded as the two of you began to walk, but not overwhelming. It was still a bit early. You saw the track ahead before you veered off toward the trailers. "You sure they don't mind meeting me now? We could always wait until after the race," you offered. 

"I promised I'd stop by to wish them good luck.”

“Remind me again who I’m meeting?” 

“Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers, both 450 riders and two of the best in their class. Been best friends since they were kids," she replied. "Might see a couple of the others, but that may not be until after the race."

You remembered seeing a few photos of Bucky and Steve on Natasha's social media page. Both were handsome, but the brunette with the steel blue eyes caught your attention. From what you heard in passing, he was single. 

How the hell is a guy that handsome not seeing anyone? Maybe he’s a manwhore, which is his choice. Nat doesn't seem like the type to hang out with assholes. 

"Fair warning. Steve is usually a bit quiet before a race, but Bucky can be a bit unpredictable," she told you.

"What do you mean?"

"He may be grumpy or just stare at you. It intimidates a few people. Please, don't take it personally if he does.”

"I'm a big girl. I can handle it," you promised. "Though I'm questioning why you thought it would be a good idea to introduce me before the race. And no promises that I won’t make a face if he stares.”

Natasha gave you a rare smile before it quickly fell. “Shit,” she whispered, walking a bit faster. You fell in step beside her, hearing heated voices ahead. Two men, racers by the look of their outfits, were standing inches apart and the larger of the two looked ready to come to blows before a third rushed over.

“Stay the fuck away from my bike!”

“Buck, step back. He isn’t worth it.”

"I wasn’t anywhere near your bike. You’re paranoid.” 

“You’re a fucking prick!”

“Hey! You boys causing trouble?” Natasha called out, trying to break the tension as you got closer.

You recognized two out of the three men as they looked your way. The one who pushed his way into the middle with dark blonde hair and a trimmed beard was Steve Rogers. He looked a bit thankful for the distraction, even though he could hold his own from the looks of him. If you had to guess his height, you would say 6’3 or 6’4. The baggy arms of the red, white, and blue jersey didn’t hide how muscular he was.

You didn’t recognize the man on the left with the dark brown hair, but you saw him give you a once over with a smirk. His eyes almost matched his hair color. Between that and the black and white jersey against his tanned skin, you were sure girls flocked to him. 

Handsome. Cocky. And he's looking at me like he owns me. 

And the man on the right? That was Bucky Barnes. Just as tall and broad as his best friend, but he looked like a cobra ready to strike. And seeing him in person, oh, he was very much your type. His eyes really were like steel as they bore into yours, strands of his medium length caramel hair framing his gorgeous face as he clenched his fists. He looked like sex and danger personified, the kind of man who would devour you if you let him. 

Well, I’m fucked.

You were also glad you wore that skirt.

“Only trouble is this fucking prick messing with my bike,” Bucky snapped, pointing at the other brunette. 

“Maddox Rumlow. Good racer, big ego, even bigger prick,” Natasha whispered to you, almost making you snort with laughter.

“For the last time, I didn’t touch your bike,” Maddox calmly spoke, smirking as he cocked his head to the side. “And I don’t need to mess with it to beat you. I can beat you on my own just fine.”

“And I can beat your face in just fine,” Bucky gritted.

That shouldn’t turn me on.

Maddox didn’t look phased. If anything, he looked amused. “If I were you, I’d worry about finishing the race and not messing up my other arm. Not unless you want a matching pair.”

“That’s enough,” Steve said through his teeth as Natasha inhaled sharply, the only telltale giveaway that she was upset. And that upset you. Bucky was her friend and you felt protective of him for that reason. “Seriously, what’s your problem? You never give Levinson or Jensen or anyone else this kind of grief.”

“I’m not giving Barnes grief,” Maddox had the nerve to look wounded, looking at a few others who had ventured over, likely wanting to see if there would be a fight. “No one wants him to get hurt. Again.”

Glancing at Bucky, you saw him clench his fists even tighter. That’s when you heard the slight whirr. Natasha didn’t give you the details, but she mentioned that he lost his left arm some time back and received a metal prosthetic in its place. You couldn’t see it with the shirt and glove covering it, but the tick in the brunette’s jaw told you that Maddox’s earlier comment struck a nerve. It struck a nerve with everyone.

Oh, fuck this guy.

“I’m sorry, your name’s Maddox?” you asked sweetly to catch his eye, looking him up and down the way he had to you moments ago. 

“I am,” he answered with a charming smile, licking his bottom lip as he shamelessly checked you out again. If he eye-fucks me any harder… “Haven’t seen you before. What’s your name, sweetheart?”

Steve had to bring his arm up to keep Bucky from moving toward him, making you pause before you said your name. Is he just done with his shit? “Nat says you’re a good racer.”

“Good? One of the best,” he corrected you. “You’ll see.”

“So humble,” Natasha said under her breath.

“Are you messing with Bucky here because he’s your biggest threat?” you guessed.

“I wouldn’t call him a threat. More like friendly competition. It never hurt anyone,” Maddox smirked as Bucky glared back at him.

He’s trying to get under his skin and it’s working. Well, two can play that game.

“Right. Keeps people on their toes. I get it. But I bet he has a kickass nickname,” you said, giving Bucky a soft smile before you looked back at Maddox. “Do you have one or should I pick one for you? Maddox the Meager. Mediocre. Or should we just go with what he called you: Prick? Maddox the Prick has a nice ring to it.”

The smirk Maddox wore instantly went away as Steve’s eyebrows shot up. Natasha let out a hum of approval as you looked at Bucky out of the corner of your eye. He had a smirk on his face and you couldn’t help but clench at the sight of it.

God, if he smirked at me like that while he’s between my thighs…

"What was that?” Maddox asked, the false charm completely gone from his earlier tone.

“Meager, mediocre, prick,” you rattled off easily as his nostrils flared. “Well, what else should I call someone who eggs someone else on before a race? Doesn’t seem like 'friendly' competition to me. I kind of get it, but just because he has a couple of inches on you-"

"I'm taller than him," he cut you off.

You raised an eyebrow, "I wasn't talking about his height."

Maddox's mouth set in a grim line as you heard a couple of low whistles and chuckles. Doesn’t feel good to have someone go after your ego, does it? “You have a mouth on you.”

“So I’ve been told,” you shrugged a little.

“I like it," he grinned, but there was nothing friendly behind it. "I can think of a couple of things you can do with your mouth, sweetheart."

“I’m not your sweetheart.”

“And she’s not interested,” Bucky said, making you shiver. Unlike the fury you heard when he snapped at Maddox previously, all you heard was ice in his tone. Maybe that was the reason you didn't mind that he spoke for you. “So fuck off.”

For a split second, Maddox looked furious. He recovered quickly as he straightened up and winked at you. “We’ll see about that,” he said, taking a few steps back. “See you on the track.”

Bucky turned away from you to watch him walk away, giving you a chance to check out his ass. No, no, no. Don’t look. Fuck, I want to squeeze it. He swung back toward you as your head snapped up, giving you a full head-to-toe view of him. The red and grey of his motocross gear suited him. You noticed after a moment that he was also effectively blocking Maddox from your view as he walked away, forcing you to look at him instead. “I like her, Nat.”

Okay, why did hearing that make my heart stop?

“I knew you would,” the redhead replied, nudging you with her shoulder. “And I knew you’d make an impression, but I didn’t think you’d have fans.”

“What?” you blinked as she nodded to Steve and a couple of others you didn’t recognize. You were the center of attention. Even Bucky’s eyes were still on you. “Hi. Why are you all staring at me?”

Steve chuckled a little. “Because we’re not used to seeing someone putting Rumlow in his place. The guy’s a bully on and off the tracks, but fans and sponsors seem to love him. I’m Steve, by the way,” he said, holding out his gloved hand as he gestured to the guys behind him with his head. “That’s Sam and Joaquin. Natasha’s told us all about you.”

“Nice to meet you,” you said as you shook it, noting that he was careful not to crush your hand. “All good things, I hope.”

“All good things, but I’m a little bummed I missed the show,” Sam smiled, running a hand along his buzzed hair. There had to be something in the water since he was built, too, though he was slightly smaller than Bucky and Steve. 

Joaquin, the smallest of the four men, gave you a small smile. “Care to give a repeat performance?”

“Only if Levinson gets to see it. He’ll be pissed when he hears he missed it, too,” Sam joked.

“For now, the show’s over,” Nat said, shooing them toward the trailer.  

Except for Bucky.

He caught your eye as he moved closer to you. He actually looked relaxed. And he smiled at you. “I’m Bucky. Nat really has told us a lot about you, which isn’t like her.”

Oh, he has a gorgeous smile. 

You repeated your name for him, a little disappointed that he didn’t shake your hand like Steve. "Yeah, I noticed she can be a bit guarded, but she really has done a lot to make me feel welcome here."

"You like it here?"

"Yeah, I do," you nodded, the small talk unexpected, but nice.

“Do you make it a point to jump in to defend complete strangers or am I the exception to the rule?”

You had to smile at the question. “You’re Nat’s friend, so you’re not a complete stranger,” you teased, making him smile more. You wanted him to smile again. “And while I don’t know the history between you two, I could tell from the small interaction that he was being an ass. I’m not exactly known for holding my tongue.”

“I don’t doubt that. Not every day people call him a prick to his face. Well, besides me."

“The shoe fit,” you shrugged, not at all ashamed. “And I’d say it again.”

“You’re a little spitfire, aren’t you?” he grinned, putting his hands on his hips.

“I guess you could call me that," you smiled. You liked it. "You know, I was half expecting to meet a grump. Nat said that’s how you are sometimes before a race.”

“I usually am,” he said honestly, lifting one shoulder in a shrug. “Until that prick showed up, hanging around my bike and looking in my trailer.”

“Why did you let him get to you?” you asked curiously.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. He looked disappointed in himself. “I don’t know. I’ve never liked the guy and he never liked me. Had it out for me from the start," he explained.

"Probably because you really are his biggest threat."

"That and he comes from a family of assholes. He’s a good racer, I’ll give him that, but he plays dirty and doesn’t care who gets hurt as long as he gets ahead. Worst part is he acts like he’s a good guy when almost everyone else is looking.”

“So, he really is a prick,” you teased, kicking a bit of grass with your shoe.

“Yeah, he is. I don't think he's used to a gorgeous girl seeing through him. And I’m never going to let him live ‘Maddox the Prick’ down, so thanks for that."

He thinks I'm gorgeous?

“Glad I could be of service,” you smiled. “If I can give you one more thing? Unsolicited advice, but try not to act like a hothead to your competition."

Bucky's brows pinched slightly. It was adorable. "I'm not a hothead."

“Maybe not, but you kind of acted like one. Did you notice that Maddox didn’t raise his voice or step forward when you snapped at him? He made you look aggressive, which is probably how he wanted you to look to anyone else who saw it,” you explained. Stop talking. Why am I talking so much? “I think he was trying to goad you into a fight and or at least rile you up to throw off your game.”

Bucky’s jaw clenched and unclenched as he regarded you. Fuck, I upset him. He didn’t move away from you though and you refused to squirm or back down under his gaze.

“If Steve hadn’t held you back, would you have punched him?”

Bucky slowly nodded after a moment. 

“I probably would have tried to hit him, too. Not sure if Nat told you, but I tend to lead with emotion. Act first, question later.”

He grunted in response, giving you what you assumed was his grumpy glare.

Welp, it was fun being your friend while it lasted, Nat.

“For what it’s worth, I’m glad you didn’t hit him. Because he would have won and guys like him don’t deserve to win,” you said, touching his right arm before you quickly dropped your hand. He didn’t ask you to put your hands on him. “I’m sorry. I talk too much and you didn’t ask for my opinion.”

“Who said you talk too much?” he questioned, stepping forward when you stepped back. 

“I just did,” you answered.

“Well, you don’t,” he said quietly.

“I don’t?” you asked in disbelief.

He shook his head, his eyes warmer than you expected as he looked at you. “No. You tell it like it is. You should hear Steve when he goes off on his tangents. Punk acts like he’s doing me a favor whenever he does.”

“Oh,” you said, surprised as you smoothed out the non-existent wrinkle from your skirt. His eyes followed the movement, though he tried to be discreet. “Most guys would’ve told me to ‘fuck off’ after that.”

“Show me where those guys are so I can teach them a lesson,” he said seriously.

A knight in shining motocross gear armor.

“No need for that,” you smiled, feeling better now that you knew he wasn’t offended by what you said. “But I appreciate the offer.”

He moved forward another step and you instinctively leaned in closer. Something crackled in the air between the two of you. You wondered if he felt it, too, or if you simply imagined it. “Thank you for defending me and for the unsolicited advice. I shouldn’t have let him get to me.”

He smells really good. Like a woody citrus. Who smells that good before a race? “You’re welcome. Thank you for not telling me to ‘fuck off’.”

You both laughed, that electric current flowing through you again. “So you think he was just trying to get under my skin, huh?”

“I could be wrong, but I think so. And I don’t want to see you lose to a guy like that.”

Bucky looked over your shoulder, the warmth disappearing from his eyes. “I won’t lose.”

You turned your head to follow his gaze. Maddox was by his trailer a short distance away, but his eyes were on the two of you. Maybe he really was threatened by him.

Bucky gently took your wrist to turn you back toward him. "Rumlow keeps checking you out. He wants you," he stated. 

"Is that a problem?" you asked, glancing over at Maddox again. He smirked in response when he made eye contact. You had no intention of doing anything with him, but wondered if Bucky cared because of his own self interest or yours.

“You acting uninterested will make him want you more. He likes a challenge.”

"Doesn't surprise me," you said. Some people liked to go after what they couldn't have.

"He's good. I'm better."

You heard the complete confidence in Bucky's voice and you believed him. "I guess I’ll see for myself," you teased.

"Kiss me."

You studied Bucky for a moment as you faced him again, waiting for him to say he was joking. He didn't. “Say that again?"

"Kiss me," he repeated slower, somehow making it sound like a suggestion and not an order.

"Kiss you? You just met me.”

“And I still wanna kiss you.”

Your gaze went to his mouth. The offer was tempting, but you knew if you felt his lips against yours that you would want more. "Why? For good luck?"

"Yeah,” he answered, his lips shifting into a devilish smirk that made you clench. “And to piss him off. Maybe I want to get under his skin, too.”

You bristled at how casually he said that, even with the heat flowing through your body. “I'm not a pawn or chew toy for you dogs to play with."

He laughed, tugging you close. All the anger you saw from him a short time ago was gone, which quelched your anger, too. "Lucky for you, I play for keeps. Also not big on sharing."

"Sounds like a you problem," you retorted, but didn't step away. “But if you really want to piss him off, I have another pair of lips you can kiss instead."

His eyes lit up as he leaned in close, his lips an inch from yours. "You offering?"

Your stomach flipped as he placed his other hand on the nape of your neck. "You accepting?"

Natasha cleared her throat as she appeared beside you, almost making you step back. She invited you to watch the race with her and implied that she wanted you to have a good time, but she shouldn’t have to watch you flirt with her friend. "You two can finish this later. You have a race to get ready for, Barnes."

"Good luck," you said with gentle sincerity.

Bucky closed the gap between you and pressed his lips against yours. They were softer than you expected, a complete contrast to his hard, muscular frame. Instead of pushing him back, you molded your body against his. The kiss only lasted another second before he pulled his mouth away. You exhaled, wishing you had parted your lips to let him explore. Judging from the flash of want in his eyes as he stared, the small kiss got to him, too.

"Barnes? Barnes!" Natasha said, snapping you both out of whatever spell you were under.

Bucky cleared his throat as he took a step back. "Just gave me all the luck I need," he grinned, licking his lips. "Mmm. Is that cherry? I like it."

You wanted to smack the smug expression off his face and kiss him again. How the fuck can a brief kiss leave me aching? "Sweeter than any pie you've ever had."

"I believe it. Hope I get another taste," he winked as he grabbed his helmet. You hoped he didn't see you shiver at the implication. 

“C’mon, let’s go,” Steve said, but there was a smile on his face and Sam’s as well.

"Hey, Rumlow!" Bucky yelled.

Maddox glared over at him, no doubt having seen the kiss. "What, Barnes?"

"Winner gets a date with her," he declared, pointing at you.

Oh, fuck no. "Excuse me?"

"You're on," Maddox called back. It was like they didn't hear you or simply didn't care.

"Bucky, what the fuck did I say about not being a toy?" you snapped as Nat grabbed your arm. It was a good thing she had a strong grip because now you felt a bit volatile. 

“Consider it a payment for the unsolicited advice,” he simpered at your slack-jawed expression.

"You can't bet a date with me." 

“But you’re the grand prize. And I told you, I play for keeps,” he said, slipping his helmet on as Steve yanked him back by his right arm. You could see Sam trying not to laugh.

Yeah, you better put your helmet on so I don't throw something at your ridiculously handsome face.

“I’m not a fucking prize!”

"Sorry, doll!" he said, gesturing to his covered ear. "Can't hear you with my helmet on."

“Nat, tell him!”

“After all that? And after I saw you check out his ass?" she smirked. 

Of course, she saw that. How does she see everything?

"You were checking out my ass?" you heard the smile in Bucky's voice as heat rose to your cheeks. “It’s all yours after I win.”

You were torn between flattery and something you couldn’t even pinpoint. "Thought you couldn't hear anything," you gritted, hearing his chuckle as the redhead pulled you away. 

“Can’t wait for our date!”

Your heart nearly stopped as you looked back. His helmet shielded his face, but you could still feel his eyes on you. “In your dreams, Hothead!”

“You’ll be in my dreams tonight! And you know that isn't my nickname. It's actually-

"It's Hothead."

"Whatever you say. Spitfire."

“I hope she knocks your ass in the dirt,” Sam laughed.

You chortled as Nat continued to drag you away. “What the hell just happened?"

"I think you have a date.”

"I don't have a date yet," you huffed. "Unbelievable."

"Which part?" she asked deadpan. “The fact that he already likes you, that you like him, or that you two kissed?”

Some of your anger faded as guilt crept in again. Bucky was her friend and you shouldn’t have let him kiss you. "Nat, I’m sorry. If I made you uncomfortable-"

"Woah," she held a hand up to stop you. "Not uncomfortable with you two flirting. You're adults. Plus, I've seen much worse from some of these guys."

"But he's your friend."

"You're my friend, too, and a huge step up the girls that normally flock to him. And you managed to calm him down, which is impressive."

"So, if I made a move or he made a move on me, you would be totally fine with that?" you didn't hide your suspicion.

"He already made a move," she threw a glance over her shoulder before looking ahead again. “I’m totally fine with it.”

You thought back to the conversation in the car, how she hinted at wanting you to meet her friends and get laid. “Wait. You wanted this to happen.”

“Wanted what to happen?” she asked. 

You were tempted to grab and shake her. “You know what! You were trying to set me up without setting me up.”

Her stare was impassive as she looked at you again. She had a good poker face. "To be perfectly honest, I was hoping for the two of you to hit it off,” she admitted, clearing her throat. “I may have overheard him tell Rogers that he was interested in meeting you after I told them about you. He hasn't dated in a while, so him showing even a hint of interest was a good thing."

A rush of air left your lungs as you stopped walking. Part of you took what you heard as a compliment. "That’s why you told me not to take it personally if he was moody. You wanted me to like him. Nat, why didn’t you just say so?”

“Because I didn’t want you to feel pressured to come for that reason and didn’t want you to feel awkward if you didn’t like him. I wanted it to just happen. And if it didn’t, no big deal. You would’ve been none the wiser.”

Calculated. Deliberate. “I feel a bit hustled.”

The redhead pursed her lips. “I get why you feel that way, but don’t hold that against him. I haven’t seen him let his guard down so quickly for anyone.”

“How did he let his guard down?"

“He actually listened and talked to you. He flirted with you. That’s not something he does with everyone,” she swore. “Plus you defended him in a way that didn’t make him look weak by shifting the focus back to Rumlow.”

You wanted to believe her. You liked that he took you by surprise. And you really liked his brief kiss. He took a risk and, you had to admit to yourself, it paid off because you couldn't stop thinking about it. “I just don’t want to be a prop for him to beat Maddox.”

“Barnes may have said that to piss him off, but the chance of getting a date with you is extra motivation for him to win. So if the only reason you’re upset is because you want it to be a real date, believe me when I say it would be.”

“You actually think I’ll honor that if he wins?” 

“Yeah, I do,” she said. "That guy you want who talks back? Pushes, but lets you be vulnerable, too? That could be him. And how will you know if you don't try?"

Why does she have to be right about that? 

In the very short time you knew Bucky, you felt excited, aroused, out of sorts and more. It felt like whiplash without the pain. You wanted to know what else he could bring out of you. And the racer seemed to want to know you, at least a little. What did you have to lose?

“I want him to win,” you said in defeat, chewing on your lower lip. “I really want him to win.”

“He will,” Nat’s voice was soft, but firm.

Don’t let me down, Bucky Barnes.

So, what do we think? I can't wait to share more of these two after Break Check. Love and thanks for reading!

[arofili]

I love reading what you write! It's always such good, easy writing no matter what it's about! Do you have any Russingon fic recs? I'm new to Ao3 and still figuring it all out.

Aww thank you so much <3 <3 that means a lot! and YES I have lots of Russingon fic recs! These are all taken from my bookmarks and I know there are other great fics out there, but these are ones that I have saved and come back to frequently!

(I’m also going to plug my Russingon fics bc I write them a lot and I’m pretty proud of some of those works!)

Blessed Hands Will Break Me by @absynthe--minded - WIP currently at 139k, lots of worldbuilding, from Fingon’s discovery of Maedhros’ capture to the Mereth Aderthad - Absynthe is an amazing Russingon writer, absolutely check her stuff out!

“whoso list to hunt” by vauquelin (elftrash) - 3k oneshot, post-Angband, 1st person Fingon POV - another incredible writer

“Old Pains” by @zealouswerewolfcollector​ - ficlet, post-reembodiment, Maedhros is unsure of reality

Did My Heart Love Till Now? by @absynthe--minded​ (with art by @felixwhetsel​ !) - 5k, Years of the Trees, masquerade shenanigans <3

“stay thy mind, and all the rest” by @mc-dude​ - 25k oneshot, get together, Fingon visits Maedhros in Himring, the ANGST and LONGING gahhhh !!!

“commit (to the bit)” by vauquelin (elftrash) - 4k oneshot, Years of the Trees, FAKE DATING FOR WORLD PEACE, this author has a GIFT for prose and the subtlety of interpersonal interaction

“cliffs of fall” by @arrivisting - 3k oneshot, nonlinear narrative but generally focused on post-reembodiment reunion with Complicated Feelings - another author with a truly inspiring talent for prose, I reread the wedding scene in this fic at least once a week and it never fails to make me emo

In Equal Measure by @siphilemon - WIP currently at 108k, time-travel fix-it, bullet point fic, not just Russingon but they’re the ones who time traveled and anyway their parts make me go insane

Your colors by @elesianne - 2 chapters, 3k total, Years of the Trees and then Beleriand, gift-giving and anniversaries and dirty talk, so tender and loving, Elle’s Russingon always hits me right in the heart <3

“Like the old season” by Tyelperintal - 1.8k oneshot, post-Angband, Maedhros and Fingon take a walk in the woods, super sweet

“Gifts of the Heart” by @wren-of-the-woods - 10k oneshot, Years of the Trees, really lovely get-together fic, gift-giving, just super sweet and fun

Our Houses Bound Together by @senalishia and @z-h-i-e - 5 chapters, 17.2k total, arranged marriage AU!!, mutual pining, lots of drama, very fun

“just one safe place” by sunflower_diode - 2.1k oneshot, post-Angband, homoerotic haircutting

“All About Your Heart” and its sequel “At Last Broke Silence, And The Ice” by @admirablemonster - first fic is 2k, second is 8k, modern AU ft. aspec Fingon and genderfluid Maedhros!!!, get together, family drama, ice angst <3

Life after Death by Sylanna - WIP currently at 69k, Fingon-centric post-reembodiment fic, slow moving and contemplative, the author is truly the sweetest person ever

What Is Wrought Between Us by @nikosheba - 90k series (with plenty of smut too), complete, canon compliant, ranges from the Years of the Trees all the way to after the Dagor Dagorath, a truly incredible work

“Kindness” by justonelastdance - 1.6k oneshot, Maedhros in a fucked up mental state post-Angband, hurt/comfort - this author writes a lot of Maedhros whump so if you like this check out their other stuff too (this one is just my favorite)

and under the cut, some smut recs....

smut recs

In a Jeweled Crown by @absynthe--minded - 3 chapters, 12k, complete, Fingon’s coronation and the aftermath - this one still makes me go nuts every time I read it

Reconnecting by nyromes - a series with 2 parts, 9k total, first time post-Angband + first time Maedhros bottoms post-Angband

“Bright Defiance” (1.7k) and its companion fic “Very Good” (800 word ficlet) by @edgeoflight - two oneshots, Fingon coaxes Maedhros’ story out of him post-Angband + some PWP - these are some of my favorites, I come back to them frequently

“all your perfect imperfections” by @stormxpadme - 1.8k oneshot, stumpfucking, I’m biased bc this was written for me but I do love it very much, Himring era

“These Games We Play” by @edgeoflight - 1.7k oneshot, the original stumpfucking fic, Himring era

A Surprise At Home by Findecutie and MayGlenn - 25k of pwp, Years of the Trees, newlyweds, crossdressing - part of the much longer Russ and Finno Verse but this was my intro to that verse and it’s good on its own!

“Fuath” by yeaka - 3k oneshot, first time, some truly disturbing manipulation by Melkor but the Russingon here fucking destroys me ;-;

“Rozanne” by yeaka - 2.8k oneshot, Maedhros recovering from Angband, I once saw someone use the phrase “lovingly described blowjobs” and that’s basically this fic

“Sleeve” by yeaka - 2.4k oneshot, trans!Maedhros, Years of the Trees, Fëanor invents the condom for Maedhros and Russingon are incredibly eager to try it out, they’re SO IN LOVE here it gets me every time

Passion and Anxious Care by LiveOakWithMoss - 12.5k total, 2 fic series, modern AU, oh my god they were roommates, get together and then first time, this is another one I return to frequently - this author is/was a BNF a few years ago but hasn’t been active recently

“For nimble thought can jump both sea and land” by TheLionInMyBed - 2.2k oneshot, palantiri foolishness that leads to video sex basically, Beleriand era - another BNF who is/was buds with LiveOakWithMoss

Treat me soft but touch me cool by LiveOakWithMoss and TheLionInMyBed - 4 chapters, 18k total, swoon kink/medical kink, relationship difficulties that are resolved, Beleriand era with a final chapter post-reembodiment, love this one

“Enthroned” by @ultraviolet-eucatastrophe - 4.5k oneshot, throne sex, fealty kink, King Fingon era

“A Disgrace to the House of Finwë” by @edgeoflight - 2.3k oneshot, get together/first time, Years of the Trees, they’re just super sweet together <3

“What Happens in Himring” by teasoni - 3.4k oneshot, reunion sex, Himring era, fealty kink, this fic is tagged “finally some dicks get sucked!!!!!!” and I think about that tag every time I write a Russingon blowjob jdkfhdkj

“a light in darkness, hope in woe” by @admirablemonster - 4k oneshot, trans!Maedhros, surprise baby Gil-galad in the middle of the Bragollach

“A lord and his prince” by @ultraviolet-eucatastrophe - 3.1k oneshot, early Beleriand era, reunion sex, super sweet and fluffy

“Made of Lava” by @edgeoflight - 2.1k oneshot, Years of the Trees, tender get-together fic with a kind of silly premise

Bend, bruise, beg by LiveOakWithMoss - 5 chapters, 13k total, part of a larger modern AU but tbh I haven’t read the main fic in that verse and this absolutely stands on its own, Maedhros discovering his kinks, chapters 2 (first time) and 4 (butt plug shenanigans) are my favorites

“in a field of stars” by Nacht - 3.4k oneshot, Years of the Trees, first time/get together, the writing style here is really unique and sticks with me

“a sword once sheathed” by @mc-dude - 3.5k oneshot, Beleriand era, reunion sex, the amount of horny longing is truly astonishing

Of Flight and Freedom by @admirablemonster - 2 chapters, 6.6k total, wingfic/wing kink, first time/get together, the Rescue and its aftermath

“Thorns” by yeaka - 2k oneshot, post-Angband, Maedhros with lousy self-worth, Fingon who punishes him with love, bondage

The Ice Between by angrymermaids (who has a tumblr but I don’t remember the url oops) - 7 chapters, 33.5k total, Beleriand era, piecing their relationship back together / trying to get back to being intimate, focus on Fingon and his trauma from the Ice

“much too tall for a boyfriend” by @i-am-a-lonely-visitor - 4.7k oneshot, fem!Maedhros x budding-transmasc!Fingon, Years of the Trees, I think about this fic ALL THE TIME I kind of want to write a sequel to it sjfdhdkjh

“the beat of your heart as my hand touches your skin” by @admirablemonster - 5.3k oneshot, part of the Elves in Pon Farr series, Years of the Trees, heat fic/mating cycles, first time/get together, Maedhros’ first heat catches him by surprise while on a camping trip with Fingon, accidental soulbond

“Beneath the Blanketing White” by @nikosheba - 2.3k oneshot, Himring era, pwp, cameo from little Gil-galad at the end

“What I Am (When I’m With You)” by @thatfeanorian - 5k oneshot, part of a larger modern AU, married fluff, Fingon with baby Gil, ends with some lovely smut, this was written for me so AGAIN I’m biased but I do very much love this one

“open your body and soul to me” by @the-quiet-fire-of-defiance - 2.3k oneshot, Years of the Trees, trans!Maedhros, pregnancy, exhibitionism, sex toys, they’re so in love that it drives me crazy, I can’t stop thinking about this fic djfhkjd

“Like the Golden Fire in Your Eyes” by @sianascera - 3.8k oneshot, Years of the Trees, Maedhros invents nipple piercings, extremely fun <3

[notjustsmutficfest]

list of betas you can contact!

here is a list of the lovely people who have volunteered to be a beta for our lovely writers!

mads

tumblr: @blouprint

where to contact mads: tumblr please! either blouprint or my main is officialbeemovie

likes to beta: no preference!

dislikes to beta: Preferably not anything with a/b/o dynamics

can be a cheerleader if needed

is able to britpick

is okay with betaing more than one fic (currently betaing 0 fics)

notes from mads: "I can beta short fics relatively quickly, I'm okay with betaing long fic but I work 40+ hours a week so it may take me a bit longer!

fabienne

tumblr: @jalboyh-otb

how to contact fabienne: email or tumblr (jalboyh-otb) /twitter (jalboyh_otb)

likes to beta: I'm open to a lot of things and don't want to limit the options to much! I would like to beta friends to lovers, fwb to lovers, pining/oblivious characters and I especially love it if it include some banter and a lot of sexual tension between the protagonists.

dislikes to beta: hard no: massive age gaps, sugar daddy/baby, non consensual stuff, Somnophilia

can be a cheerleader if needed

cannot britpick

is okay with betaing more than one fic (currently betaing 0 fics)

notes from fabienne: I haven't done this before, but I've been reading fan fiction for quite some time and I am eager to help authors implement their ideas and become part of the writing process. Due to my lack of experience I may need some guidance to be able to fulfill your expectations. First and foremost I want everybody involved to be comfortable, therefore I'm looking for open communication and feedback, so that I can give you my best. I just want to offer my help and support you within something your passionate about :) Depending on the writer's preferences I can just proofread or give my own input, thoughts & criticism and I'm willing to give whatever feedback the writer specifically asks for. I am comfortable with giving constructive criticism and compliments. My schedule is very accommodating right now, which means I can get back to you pretty fast and should be able to meet deadlines without any difficulty. Most likely I'll start betaing something within the same day.

rae

tumblr: @huggieshalo

how to contact rae: discord: r.ivver#8462

likes to beta: no preference!

dislikes to beta: hard no's are abo, vampire characters, pretty okay with most other things

can be a cheerleader if needed

cannot britpick

is okay with betaing more than one fic (currently betaing 0 fics)

notes from rae: I haven't done much as a beta but I just want to lend my help. the longest fic I've beta once is 14k words. I can vet for mistakes and grammar pretty easily. I believe I'm good at paraphrasing and I've received feedback that I'm a good cheerleader. I may not be as good at finding tenses mistake as I suck that that in my own writing. I read pretty quickly so I prefer to beta after the work is finished. and I usually can only beta over the weekends so better to be a one time thing

tricia

tumblr: @dirtycheaponsilverstreet

how to contact tricia: tumblr/email

likes to beta: angst, fluff, historical au's

dislikes to beta: TW for self harm/depression

can be a cheerleader if needed

is able to britpick

is okay with betaing more than one fic (currently betaing 0 fics)

notes from tricia: I'm a fast reader so I have no preference of long fic (over 100K takes me a day or so) (30-50K takes me about 2-3 hours), I have a good eye for typos, Not very good with grammar but I have tools for it I can share with. (i.e. Grammarly). I can give an honest feed back if what I'm getting from the fic is the same theme as what the author intends it for.

var

tumblr: @ifyoubelievethatguyissuperman

how to contact var: tumblr, discord (the_ductape_goddess#4145)

likes to beta: love me some kink, so that’s always welcome! (i’m comfortable with all kinds of kink/fetishes, even the dark and heavy stuff) also, i love plotty smut—worldbuilding, referencing a backstory, all of it!

dislikes to beta: hard no: het sex (and i don’t mean penis-in-vagina, just heterosexual sex)

can be a cheerleaer if needed

cannot britpick

is okay with betaing more than one fic (currently betaing 0 fics)

notes from var: i can beta quickly and throughly, but when my adhd acts up sometimes i forget to, so i work best with people who don’t mind giving reminding me to do it

this is my first time making a list like this, so hopefully it was clear and easy to navigate, but if anyone has any questions whether you're a writer or beta, feel free to send me a message! :)

*betas, if you have any changes you'd like me to make to your info, let me know & i'm happy to do so*

[lauwrite1225]

"What about a break ?" || Finan x OC

Summary: Saegyth said she would come late for dinner, so Finan decided to bring dinner to her office and maybe more...

A/N : It's still 8 am, and here I am, posting a smut. I am blaming @poguesmaybank once again. Like all the time I post modern AU smut about Finan and Saegyth. To be faire it's been waiting for a while in my docs, 2 months? Anyway, E N J O Y.

Take me to Another Lifetime Masterlist

Warning: Fluff and Smut

"What about a break?"

Saegyth twirled her pen between her fingers, concentrating on the paper she was reading. This was the biggest case she ever had since she was working on her own. Well in fact two other lawyers were working with her, but each of them had their own cases and rarely came to interfere in others work. Though, this time she would have gladly welcomed some help. She sighed leaning back in her chair and dropping her pen. 

She looked at the clock on the wall, it was already past 8pm. She grabbed her phone, intending to warn Finan she wouldn't be home for dinner, but she got a call from him first. She picked up and made her rolling chair turn. 

"Hi darling." She frowned when she heard the sound of a car through the phone. "You're not at home?"

"I'm not!" He replied and she could easily imagine that a grin was plastered on his face. "I'm in front of the office, can ya open me?" 

Saegyth stood up, confused about why he was here. Usually he would be at home at this hour, waiting for her for dinner. "What are you doing here?" She asked him, even though she was walking out of her office toward the front door and would have the answer soon enough.

"Ya sound pleased to see me." He replied, making her roll her eyes.

She hung up and unlocked the door to find herself face to face with her smirking fiancee, holding in one hand a paper bag. "I'm taking no more clients at this hour, sir." She said, leaning against the door's frame.

"Even if they brin' food?" Finan raised an eyebrow and shook the bag slightly.

She smiled and he immediately leaned to catch her lips. She pulled him in and locked the door behind him while he was looking around. It wasn't the first time Finan was coming, but it was rare enough for him to feel as he needed to recognize everything before staring back at her. 

"You said you'd finish late, so I thought you might be hungry." He explained as she stepped forward to take a look at what was in the paper bag. 

"Sushi! You read my mind, I was craving for some at lunch." She smiled and he chuckled. 

"Maybe." 

Saegyth shook her head before walking into her office, Finan close behind her. She piled up the folder spread on the desk to make space and let Finan rest the two boxes of sushis. 

"Ya're alone?" He questioned her, sitting on one of the two chairs usually for the clients. 

Saegyth nodded, taking a salmon roll, her favourites and for once Finan didn't forget to take a box of them. "Medwin left a hour ago." 

"So ya're alone." He grinned after leaning forward to dip a sushi in the soy sauce and bite in it.

She narrowed her eyes, he had something in mind, however she pretended not noticing it and kept talking of her day with him, until the two boxes were empty and her stomach was filled. She sunk in her chair again, a satisfied sigh escaping her lips. 

"Thank you for the dinner." She said, eyeing him as he crossed the room to drop the boxes in the trash. 

He was still wearing his work clothes, consisting of a shirt, a blue-gray one today, and a simple jean. It was casualer than her own look for work, but it was fitting him perfectly, his shirt highlighting the shape of his torso and his broad shoulders. 

"You should surprise me more often." She added, grabbing a folder and taking the document she was previously working on. "I like it." 

He turned around, smirking widely and she couldn't help but bite the tip of her pen. He walked back to her and made her chair turn so he could stoop towards her, his hands clasped around the armrests. His face was an inch from hers and she could smell his perfume, it had a woody smell that she always found heartwarming mixed with a subtle odor of iris, making it hard to not just bury her own face in his neck.

"I can still surprise ya." He tilted his head, one of his hands moving to her bare thigh under the skirt of her dress. His palm was cold, spreading goosebumps on her skin.

"I have work to do." She replied but it didn't discourage Finan, whose fingers were now playing with the elastic band of her underwear which didn't help the smirk dancing on her lips.

"What about a break?" 

In fact, he didn't wait for her answer, his lips crashing on hers in a first soft kiss, tasting sweet soy sauce. She answered quickly, her hand sliding in his hair, eager for more. She felt him grin against her mouth teasing her flesh before finally easing the ache that had started to grow between her legs. She pressed her head against the seatback, his finger drawing a first circle at the apex of her fold. Her own fingers curled in his hair while she started to unbutton his shirt, now craving to feel his warm skin. 

“I hope there isn’t any security cam.” He chuckled, his mouth tracing a hot path along her neck. 

An amused huffed passed between her lips before she bit her lower one when Finan shifted his hand, to tease her entrance and she instinctively rocked her hips. She moaned at the bliss he was tactfully building in her, working again on undoing his buttons. Then, she undid his belt, removing the shirt from his trousers to finally let her palm slid on his chest. He caught her lips once again and at how rough his kiss was, his tongue meeting hers yearningly, swallowing her whimpers, she guessed he was impatient to feel his own pleasure. 

“Make space on the desk.” She commanded him, pushing him away slightly. Finan grinned, his hand moving from between her legs. He grabbed the pile of folders and looked around for somewhere to put it. “Put it on the floor.” She said, standing up. 

“Alright!” Finan shrugged and he let the pile fall on the floor. 

She grabbed the edge of his shirt, sliding the sleeves down his arms, and then her hands wandered on his torso, her mouth drawing the line of his collarbone. She stepped back until her thighs bumped on the desk, and with a smirk playing on her lips she sat on it. She removed her shoes, then her underwear, Finan observing her with pure lust burning in his eyes. She took his hand and led him between her knees, welcoming his lips.

“I hope you’re not planning on making a habit of this.” She said between kisses along his jaw while working on pulling down his trousers and boxer just enough and he on the zip at the back of her dress so she could remove the sleeves. 

“As if ya’d mind?” He grinned, unclasping her bra and tossing it on the floor. 

She chuckled, lying down on the desk, Finan kissing a hot line from her stomach to shoulder, his mouth paying enough attention to her breast to make her sigh contentedly. She could feel him hard between her thighs and she couldn’t help but rub herself against him, provoking his deep growl that vibrated against her skin. He grabbed her hips roughly, adjusting her before finally guiding himself in her, his palm then travelling up her body as they both moaned. Saegyth’s legs encircled his hips and her hand gripped her own hair as he began to thrust, firmly gripping her waist. His movements were frank and quickly built an euphoric feeling in her mind, and she prayed for none of her coworkers to unexpectedly come back to their office for whatever reason as she found herself unable to not express her pleasure.

Finan leaned down to her, kissing and nipping the soft skin of her neck between his groans, his breath heavy as the sound reached her ears. She wrapped her arms around his neck, wanting to feel his body more against hers, the warmth of it as it grazed over hers regularly, making her lose her mind. Her hand slid in his thick hair, fingers pulling it lightly as she came apart, her thighs tightening around his hips and his name falling from her lips. In a last deep thrust, Finan came as well, his forehead pressed against her shoulder. 

He started to chuckle, still out of breath but utterly satisfied, his body heavier on Saegyth’s while her fingers were brushing the nape of his neck. She turned her head so she could nuzzle his messy hair, the smell of his perfume still keen. 

“Ya should work late more often.” He said with a smirk, pushing himself up to see her face. “And let me come here with dinner.”

“I doubt I would really work.” She laughed, but a tender kiss shut her up.

“T'would be just for a break.” He grinned, moving away to put back his boxer and trousers correctly. 

She shook her head in amusement and sat up. She pulled him toward her, her arms wrapping around his waist and her head resting against his chest, the sudden need to hug him overwhelming her. He immediately embraced her with his strong arms and she sighed appreciatively as he kissed the top of her head. 

“I think I’m going to continue this tomorrow. I really need a bed right now.” Finan growled and she looked up to find him smiling broadly. “To sleep.” She specified. 

“Of course, darlin’.” He replied, trying to act as innocent as he was able to. 

Once they were properly dressed again, they went back to their flat. Half true to her words, Saegyth let herself fall in bed as soon as they were home but didn't find the will to push Finan away when he started to kiss a path down between her legs. They fell asleep, body tangled together, the pleasant feeling of exhaustion running through their veins after sex, later than she had planned. But she definitely wasn't regretting it.

Tag: @poguesmaybank @tlksmut @finansarms @obipoelover @geekandbooknerd @maggiescarborough

[glamrockmonarch]

Brian wouldn't be amused by the way I start my sentences...but oh well!

So I was browsing as one does first thing in the morning...and I saw this beauty of a post. Which was so short and precise, straight to the point...everything I am not. Naturally, I thought to myself "thats so cute!" And then I got hit by another post by someone else (I cannot find it, my app reloaded AHHH! TUMBLR MOBILE APP HELL!) where I saw some soft pictures of Joe with children...So...

I present to you:

Baby Fever: an AU

Aka a side project for this fine blog to forever be too much for me.

It's a series where I will just let out some steam from my soft soft heart in the form of writing about Daddy!Ben, Daddy!Gwil, Daddy!Rami, Daddy!Joe, and why the fuck not: Mama!Lucy. All in the same AU for my personal enjoyment!

And we're starting with Joe. Enjoy!

Second Time Around

Summary: You and Joe have a complex relationship, friends to lovers? Ah, yes? Now married for four years with a two year old boy to call your own, things lately have been busy for Joe, and you have put a hold on baby no. 2...Or have you?

"Joe?" You somehow manage to open the door while carrying the bag full of groceries.

The day has been menacing with rain since early in the morning and you knew you had very little time to get around your chores before it started pouring. You also had a busy night ahead of you, with the baseball on tonight, you know your husband will definitely want to cuddle with you and watch the game. Hence the beer and frozen pizza still in your car.

"Yes?" You heard two voices, different in their entirety coming from the hall.

Looking up, you felt a little helpless; struggling to keep the bag in your hands as you tried to make your way into the open kitchen space. Peaceful as ever Joe came into view in one of his sweatpants and a shirt, your beautiful little boy perched up on his hip giggling at Joe's beard that he kept playfully rubbing against his son's soft cheek and nose.

"Dada!" He wiggled in his arms.

"Obviously the one that goes to the gym and allegedly carried 70 pounds on Monday!" You huffed on your way past them.

You were just so drained from all energy you really needed Joe's help.

Joe gave baby Joey a look and rushed to say hello to you, as he had been busy that morning and didn't get to spend much time with you other than breakfast and that short moment when you kissed his lips before her drove Joe to daycare so you could get a head start on everything.

"Here, I'll get those," Joe said as he handed you Joe and let you take a breath.

You enjoyed those little moments when everything fit in so well. Joe was your best friend before you started going out romantically. You knew he had his history with other women, and he was a few years older than you...but you came to see him as something else. Joe seemed to realise you were all he ever needed and wanted at about the same time; it was a matter of weeks before you were official, after years of friendship but anyway: you moved quite fast! And it never felt like it was happening that fast at all, nor that you needed to catch to something. It was your own pace and it worked perfectly for you.

Now you ask Joey about his day and smile at him as he goes on and on about what he did at the day care today and what fun he had with Dada after he picked him up.

"Oh, you got invited to a party?" You opened your eyes wide.

Joey giggled and nodded while Joe came in through the door, kicking it closed behind him as he handled every remaining bag. Kudos to him: he didn't drop a thing.

Joe gave his son a smile and turned to you, acting as if he had been smelling around.

"I think we have a visit from Stinky, babe."

Joe pinched his nose once he put everything down on the counter.

You giggled and looked at Joey, who did need a shower but still acted as he was wondering who Joe could be talking about.

"I'll get started," you nodded up at the ceiling and Joe got it, starting to put the groceries in place. "Don't be late, captain!"

You took your son upstairs and ran the bath for him, making sure you had all his toys. After you tied your hair up and you got Joey undressed to put in the bath which he enjoyed very much.

"Mammy, do the thing with the shampoo!" He jumped around in the tub.

It was as if that was Joe's cue, he walked in then and made his way to the two of you.

"Alright, little man...that's Daddy's gig!"

You took a step back and let Joe do his thing, fooling around with Joey during bath time, not that you didn't join in...

And in fact it was a fun part of your day, laughing with your two favourite men in the world as Joey giggled with the towel wrapped around his little body.

It was safe to say that Joey was out as soon as you got him dressed in his pjs, this was maybe one of those moments that were simply yours regardless of Joe being home or not: your baby will always prefer being safely wrapped in your arms as he doses off to sleep. And that's exactly what he did while Joe read a bedtime story to him, which your little one didn't pay much attention to.

Finally, you sat with Joe downstairs in the living room wearing your comfy sweats and a tank top, sighing and laying your head on his shoulder you got around to watching the game. Joe wrapped his arm around you and held you, he could tell there had been something on your mind for the past couple of days but he knew better than to push you onto talking: you would talk to him when you were ready and that was more than okay.

"Joe?" You finally let out.

"Yes, YN?"

Joe played it cool because he didn't want to sound too eager to listen but he was curious and he was starting to get concerned.

"I'm pregnant."

The game was still on when you blurted the words out, regardless, Joe straightened up and turned to you. You sat up right as well, turning to him.

"You...what?"

Joe seemed to go pale, he knew you didn't want to have a baby at the moment, he was working more and he would be away from home for a while that year. You talked about it and agreed you would wait till next year...and yet: here you were sitting next to him looking some kind if way.

Joe examined your expression for a second and he knew what he was seeing. You were not scared, you couldn't be! You've done this before. And you were not mad either, a baby would never be a reason to make you mad... You were worried. You had every right to be, because you knew the struggles of pregnancy and you knew how hard and how easy some things had been even with Joe by your side so knowing now that you would be doing most of the journey without him and with Joey to care for was placing questions and worries in your mind.

"The doctor told me on Wednesday." You explained, "7 weeks."

Joe opened his mouth in astonishment, he didn't expect this news at all, it had only been a few weeks since you switched from the injections to the pill. He expected something else like you wanting to tag along for the five month shoot he was going on in July. He covered his mouth with his hand and then reached out to hold you, his arms wrapped tight and secure around your sensitive frame.

"Babe, that's wonderful!"

Joe kissed the top of your head to sooth you, he was already starting to feel his heart swell with love for your little baby.

"Yeah..." You mumbled on his shoulder and held on to him for what he felt was the longest he held you ever. "But I'm worried you'll miss most of this." You pulled away and put your hand on your still very normal not-pregnant-looking belly.

Joe gave you a side smile and brought his hand on top of yours, his thumb caressing your knuckles.

"YN, I'll find a way. Promise."

You looked into each other's eyes and although you didn't want to, you let out some tears. Which Joe quickly wiped away, kissing your cheeks he grabbed you and held you closer to him so you were almost completely laying on top of him with your head on his chest.

"You looked so pretty in those maternity panties...can't wait till they come back out!"

Strangely enough, Joe really did enjoy touching and holding you when you were pregnant the first time. He would always hold your hand at least, but mostly he loved to spoon you and run his hands all over your baby bumb all the way till the end of your pregnancy. He wasn't going to lie, he also quite enjoyed having sex with you during that time, it seemed something less kinky and more intimate than usual.

"Joe..." he made you giggle, which was his goal.

"Wait, does this mean I get to grow a dadstache?"

"Joe-no." You put your hand on his chest.

"Joe, ah-yes!"

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[lordofthebigtimesupernatural]

Hello! I am a really big fan of your shiro dad AU! It is wonderfully writing and I always enjoy It. I was wondering if you are still taking prompts (If your not I'm sorry, you can ignore it, I couldn't find anything in your blog that said otherwise) could you do a prompt where klance are a newlywed couple and Lance gets hurts really bad so we have Shiro trying to comfort Keith who having a really hard time and it's freaking out? Thank you!!

Hello! Omg thank you for enjoying this AU and for always reading it. You’re so kind nonny and I love it! This was another tear-jerking prompt and for that I love you all. These are my jams, so be ready for it. As always, Klance is an AU of this AU since I have not set pairings for the Single Dad Shiro AU but this was such a precious prompt! Enjoy!

x.V.x

              Keithhad known what happiness was from a young age thanks to his dad. Keith had oncethought that his dad had been enough for him and he was blessed. Then Keith gothis grandparents and his uncle Kuro and he still didn’t think life could getbetter. Until he met Hunk, Lance and Pidge.

              Keithwas thankful every day for having gone to Allura’s program and meeting thosethree. Keith had struggled to make friends all his life and even now thosethree were all the friends he had, but they were all that Keith needed. He’dknown them practically his whole life and he couldn’t imagine it without anyone of them.

              EspeciallyLance.

              Evenafter being married to Lance for six months now, Keith was still in awe. Everytime he looked down at the engagement ring that Lance had surprised him with,after his return home from his service in the military, on one hand and now hiswedding ring on the other, Keithstill couldn’t believe it. He still couldn’t believe that he’d been with thisman for nearly a decade now. He still couldn’t believe that Lance had finallyasked him out to the carnival on the dock at sixteen for their first date,which led to another and then another and then another. He still couldn’t believethat Lance’s hugs and kisses always greeted him after a long day of work, orthat Lance’s family still cooked for the newlyweds often. He couldn’t believethat just six months ago he’d said, “I do” to the love of his life and went ontheir honeymoon together.

              And tothink it all started with Keith accidentally knocking down Lance’s sandcastleat the age of four.

              Keithwas sure the two of them were disgustingly sweet, always holding hands orlaughing and kissing, but Lance always knew when a line was crossed. He knewwhen it was too much for Keith or when to back off. He never pressured Keithinto sex ever and he was content tojust walk side-by-side with Keith if it was too much for Keith.

              Ofcourse they still bickered and fought, but that was always overpowered withtenderness and love between the two.

              “I’vegot a late night today with teacher training for the new school year so don’twait up.” Lance said, kissing Keith before pulling him into his arms. Keithrolled his eyes at Lance’s attempts to be romantic but couldn’t help but grinat his husband.

              “Boo, myhusband leaves little old me to eatall alone and sleep alone today.” Keith fake pouted while Lance rubbed circlesinto his hips.

              “Awbabe, come on, don’t be that way.” Lance whined, pressing soft kisses all alongKeith’s face. Keith couldn’t stop himself from laughing at the butterfly-likefeeling. “It’s not like I’d rather be trained again on how to teach a bunch of five-year-old brats, rather thanspend time with my gorgeous husband.”

              Keithlaughed again, eyes catching the silver wedding rings on Lance’s hand. Like always,he found himself draw to tracing over the ring with scarred hands. “Alright, Isuppose it’s okay. And you know you love those kids.” Keith leaned up to giveLance one last peck on the lips before sliding out of Lance’s arms. He ignoredLance’s pathetic whine to head into the kitchen.

              “That Ido. But not as much as I love you!” Lance called out before opening the frontdoor.

              “Yeah, Ilove you too.” Keith said, smiling at Lance’s small whoop of happiness. Helooked down at his own rings and couldn’t keep the cheesy grin from his face. Lance could be a dork sometimes, but atleast he’s my dork.

x.V.x

              It waslate, and after a long day of repairing the old studio to look new, and Keithwas exhausted. He’d barely made dinner, since Lance wasn’t home and Keith couldnot having some sort of a cooked mealwaiting for his husband, before he’d fallen face first into their bed to sleep.He fell asleep knowing Lance would be home soon enough, pressed up next to himwhere he could lay his head on Lance’s chest. Maybe his hair would annoy Lanceand tickle him, since he’d grown it out past his shoulders, knowing that Lancewouldn’t move a muscle if Keith pretended he was asleep.

              However,instead of being awoken by Lance’s warm arms, he was instead awoke to the loudring of the phone and an empty bed.

              Theircat Bluedot (we can’t name her Blue,Keith, not after my girl) was annoyed and meowed loudly at the noiseinstantly awaking their overly large puppy Marmora. Between Bluedot hissing,Marmora barking and the phone ringing, Keith could feel a headache coming on.However, he stumbled over an eager Marmora and managed to reach the phone afterthe sixth ring.

              “Hello?”He sleepily asked.

              “Hi, I’m looking for a Keith Shirogane?”An unfamiliar voice said over the line and Keith frowned. He momentarilyrecalled the argument between Keith and Lance about which last name they wouldsettle for and even though Lance proposed, they had decided to keep theShirogane name. Keith was touched when Lance admitted he knew how much his namemeant to Keith and that he never planned on having Keith change it.

              “This ishim. Can I ask who is calling?”

              “I’m Dr.Ross at St. Andrea’s hospital. I’m calling because you are the husband and emergencycontact for Lance Shirogane.” Instantly, Keith felt his entire body freeze asif icy fingers were squeezing him. His breathing had stopped short and he couldfeel his arms trembling. No, no, no.Lance is okay. He has to be. This is all a dream.

              “L-Lance?”He asked tightly.

              “Yes. Ishe your husband?”

              Keithswallowed thickly. “Y-Yes. He’s my husband. Please, is he okay?” Keith desperatelyasked, ignoring Marmora and Bluedot who had both wandered into the room. Theyboth stared at Keith, as if worried, but Keith couldn’t focus on anything butthe voice on the other side of the line.

              “I’mafraid your husband was in a car accident. Another car swerved on a patch ofice and hit his side of the car. He was taken into surgery for his leg, aboutten minutes ago. I’m calling to let you know that he’s hear and we’ll needsomeone to fill out forms in case any other emergency surgeries are needed.”The doctor continued and Keith felt as if his whole world was falling. Theworld was dangerously tilting andKeith had to grab the counter to stop himself from falling. Mamroa whined andBluedot tried to cuddle up next to Keith’s legs. This can’t be happening. Lance has to be fine. He’ll be coming homeany second now, with that stupid grin on his face and those bright blue eyes hehas.

              This isn’t happening.

              “O-Okay.”Keith said shakily, amazing at how calm his voice remained. “I’ll be down assoon as I can. Thank you for calling me.” Keith’s body was numb but it wasalready moving to where he had last put his shoes, with Marmora and Bluedottrailing behind.

              “Alright.We’ll keep you updated as you get here.”

              “Please,”Keith licked his lips, feeling his breath turning shallow. The doctor was quieton the other side of the line but didn’t hang up. “Please take care of myhusband.”

              “…Ipromise we will.”

              ThenKeith was racing to the hospital.

x.V.x

              “Keith,oh, have they told you anything?” Keith numbly looked up upon seeing severalpeople entering the hospital room. He hadn’t left the bedside since the doctorshad emerged from surgery and allowed him back to see Lance. It was horrifyingto see his husband so lifeless on thehospital bed covered in bandages. His usually sunny skin was paler than Keithhad ever seen it and only make the situation look worse than it was.

              Thankfully,Keith got up to greet Lance’s parents. Both of which pulled him into asurprising hug, kissing his cheek before going over to their son’s bedside.Then Keith was drawn into a tight hug by his own dad. It was then that Keithfinally allowed his body to break down, like it had been wanting to for hours.

              Quietly,Shiro pulled the two of them out of the room to give Lance’s family someprivacy and for Keith. They were allowed into a quieter, empty room where Keithsobbed into his father’s chest. It was a bit awkward with Keith being tallerthan Shiro now, but Shiro easily pulled him down and rubbed soothing circlesinto Keith’s hair.

              “Shh.Shh.” Shiro soothed softly, not even wincing when Keith dug his nails into his back.His son looked awful when Shiro hadfinally seen him, nowhere near as bad as Lance, but still bad. Keith neededthis moment and he needed to let out the pain instead of bottling it in. Shiroquietly heard the door opening and saw Kuro entering and shutting the doorbehind him.

              “It’s okay Keith. He’s going to bealright? Lance is going to make a full recovery.” Shiro continued to whisper asKeith’s cries went on. Kuro found himself gently rubbing Keith’s shaking back. “Thedoctors said that he’ll be fine. He’ll need some help for a while but he’sgonna be fine and they’ll wake him up tomorrow. It’s okay. He’s okay.”

              Keithcried even harder but attempted to nod against his father. He knew that Shirowas right and that he was repeating everything that the doctors had told Keith.But Keith was just so tired.

              “I – I can’tlose him.” Keith finally choked out.

              “OhKeith, you’re not going to lose him.” Shiro pulled Keith’s head away from hisbody so they could look right at each other. He then gently wiped the tearsfrom Keith’s eyes. “Lance is aliveand he’s going to be fine. You won’t lose him.”

              Keithsniffled, red faced with bags under his eyes and hair a mess. “B -  But what if I do?”

              “Now, Idon’t wanna hear you talking like that.” Kuro snapped suddenly, surprising bothKeith and Shiro. Shiro narrowed his eyes at Kuro, wanting to scold his brother’sblunt behavior only to stay quiet at Kuro’s look.

              “Enoughof that crap.” Kuro said again and Keith bit back a cry. “Lance is going to be fine. He’s alive; he’s breathing on hisown and he is not in life-threateningconditions. You need to stop thinking that the worst is going to happen andthink about what’s good right now.”

              “Kuro…”Shiro said softly, earning another look from his brother. Keith hiccuppedbefore frowning.

              “I’msorry that I can’t think like that after my husbandwas just in an awful car accident.” Keith bit back sharply. Kuro’s lips almosttwisted upward in a grin. “At least I’m not emotionlesslike everyone seems to think. Sorry for crying over him.”

              “No oneis saying you shouldn’t be emotional Keith.” Kuro said, much gentler than before.Shiro eventually caught on to what his brother was saying and smiled. “We’reall not saying that. It’s okay to be mad or upset or whatever. But you can’t think the worst. You need to bepositive because that’s what Lance is going to need when he wakes up.”

              “Hecould have died!” Keith snapped.

              “But hedidn’t.” Kuro replied.

              “Keith,”Shiro cut in softly. “Listen to your uncle. He’s right, for once.” Shiroignored the wounded look on Kuro’s face to look at his son. Keith was shockedto see his own father siding with Kuro rather than him. “You have every rightto be upset and to cry and that’s not what he’s trying to get you to stop. Hewants you to stop fearing that Lance is going to die because it’s draining on you. You can’t function ifyou’re always thinking that the worst will happen to Lance after this.”

              “You’redad’s right. Thanks Takashi.” Kurorolled his eyes and put a hand on Keith’s shoulders. “I know it’s hard, but it’sgoing to be a hell of a lot harder for Lance, and he needs you by his side. Heneeds a positive force by his side to keep him going when it gets rough. You’reboth allowed to be angry and upset that this happened but you can’t keepthinking of all the bad when there’s so much good. Your husband is alive with injuries that will heal. Keith,you and the two of us, understand physical scars more than anybody and how hardthey can be. Isn’t it wonderful that Lance will only have minor scars; that hisleg didn’t needed to be amputated or that he will have full mobility when heheals.”

              It tooksome time but eventually Keith nodded.

              “AndLance is alive. Lance will soon enough come home to you to your precious puppyand that hellion you call a cat.” Kuro continued, while Keith’s grin only grewwider and wider.

              “Bluedotis wonderful, especially to Lance.” Keith said gently, and Kuro rubbed his chinthoughtfully.

              “Maybewe can get it to see Lance in the hospital. But I’ll make Shiro do is becausethat is a demon cat.” Kuro shuddered and Shiro protested loudly.

              “As if.I’m not touching Bluedot. She yelled at me. I’ll gladly sneak Marmora inbecause he is such a good boy.” Shiro replied, causing Keith to laugh wetly.

              “Okay,okay. I get it. Stop being so emo.” Keith finally said with a relieved sigh. Hegrinned again when his dad and his uncle both pulled him in for a bone crushinghug. Keith whined playfully, demanding to be let go but the two only held ontighter until Keith couldn’t stop laughing.I’m lucky to have the family that I have.

              And to get to share it withLance.

              Thatnight, when Lance finally woke up Keith had immediately threatened to castratehim if he ever did another night trainingagain, before smothering Lance with kisses. Lance took it all with grace andlet his husband and family fret and worry over him until Keith and Lance werefinally alone. They stayed up talking about anything and everything, like theydid as kids, until Lance fell asleep. His hand was still in Keith’s and Keithsmiled. He then leaned down to press a soft kiss to Lance’s lips before closinghis own eyes and getting some much needed sleep.

              “I loveyou Lance.”