#bad buddy but more like they are no longer buddies and it’s awkward af when everyone wants them to be besties again

[theia134340]

Made the grave mistake of opening up ohms IG comment section.

Let that man breathe fr. Why would y’all want him to go act in another bl with a dude who’s not even trying to interact with him in public or private anymore ??? Whatever tendrils of friendship were left, those has been long destroyed by all this constant hate on their socials and demanding they act the way y’all want them to when they are clearly not comfortable even being in the same row at any event. Everyone is acting like ohm was the one who betrayed something longstanding lmaoooo. It was quite literally a one and done deal of bl. Pls move on since it’s been years atp and I hate it here.

[queenoftheworldisdead]

Need me

Chapter 1

Note: didn’t tag because i hate this. just needed it out of my brain. might be a prequel to Six Feet. Be warned this is LONG AF and suck so.....  Summary: Stripper just wants to work to support herself, but her bad life choices come back to bite her in the ass. Warning: choking, non-consensual sex/ dubious consent, self loathing

Chapter 2

Dark Mafia Bucky x Reader, Mafia AU ( mentions of past relations with Tony Stark)

It was always easier when liquor flowed through you. When the buzz hit your system that stiffness you got whenever you danced melted away.

Staring blankly into the spotlight so that the light blurred your vision. Spinning around the pole, little light spots float over the faces on the floor. Grabbing the pole behind your head, you slide down onto your hunches. With your thighs spread wide your free hand moved to untie the bow between your breasts allowing them to bounce out freely.

A high pitched whistle rung out from the end of the stage, the cat call signaling that someone was impressed with the view. A flutter of bills rained down on the right end of the stage so there you crawled, on hands and knees as seductively as you could for it.

Making sure to keep your stomach sucked in, back arched just right so that your ass stays high. The closer you got to the pile the more to sprinkled down on you. Rising on your knees you giggled and played it up for the generous spender.

"Meow" you were a little drunk and bored so why not pretend to be a cat tonight. You giggled again when his eyes go wide at your antics.

"Hello Kitten" the voice belonged to the most gorgeous face you've seen in a while. In the soft neon hues you could make out his sharp jawline, dark hair styled short, his light eyes mesmerized by you.

Laying on your back you wiggle atop of the scattered bills, swatting at the falling money like the cat for him. You purred and meowed at him as he neared the stage, sprinkling more and more bills on you.

It was so odd to get so much money and attention. You weren't a top girl, they were beautiful, some mostly artificially built, but others were natural beauties. You were out of shape, a sloppy dancer let the owner, Nick, tell it.

Yet this stranger rained down the dollars.

The club had opened an hour ago, it was still considered too early for high rollers and even then they preferred to spend money in the champagne rooms not the main stage.

Shit if this is how the night is going to be then maybe  acting like a cat might need to be revisited.

Taking the cash he held in his hand he fanned it above your head, so you pretend to swat at it like any good little kitty would do.

A tall broad shouldered blonde approached his side, holding a tumbler of what you presumed to be whisky. He leaned in the ear of the brunette then smirked down at you and laughed at the sight.

"Well...who do we have here Bucky?"

The blonde gave a name to your mark. Unlike the playful vibe you had gotten from Bucky this one was different and it made Bucky feel different too. From the look in his buddies hungry eyes you could tell he wanted to do more than touch you.

"Back off punk this one's mine."

Suddenly it felt like this song was on for just too long. Your buzz was wearing off and the longer they watched the more you felt awkward. Their eyes were too intense making it hard to focus on the dance and music.  

Turning to face away, you twerked a little, sliding down on your hands stretching out your back, leaving your ass in the air. You hear them hiss at the sight so you wiggled and danced for them.

They carried on in conversation, but with the change in position it was hard to make out what they were talking about. In the corner of your eye you saw the signal that time was up.  

"Thanks for being so generous" looking over your shoulder at them, putting an end to the playful kitty act. "My time is up" you pouted then scooped up your take.

You glance over again to see Bucky's smirk turns to a tight line upon your announcement.

Bucky’s arm slung over his friends shoulder, leaning in he whispered something to him then they retreated from stage.  

Despite Bucky's generosity they were starting to give you a weird vibe you couldn't shake. Standing with your arms full of money you head to the back.

 When you walked past the curtain your best friend, Bubbles, stood at the bottom stare waiting. She lit up at the sight of your big haul.

"Whoa! There are some high rollers out there this early Sweetie?" She asked calling by your stage name.

"I guess so. I've only seen this kind of money on music videos" you giggled walking down with the stage steps. Bubbles was up next so before she crossed the curtain you wished her luck.

"Excuse me Miss" a timid voice called from the door of the locker room before you could proceed onward to your locker causing bills to fell from your grasp.

"Shit!"

"Oh sorry! So sorry" the flustered girl dropped down, picking up your fallen money for you.

"What do you need kid?" You say as you kept an eye on her while she handled your money. Gingerly she placed the fallen money atop your misshapen stack.

“Are you..Miss Cat?” she asked nervously.

“No, I’m Sweetie.” you turn and walk off, but she moves to walk next to you.

"Can you help me find a Miss..um...Cat? Please?" She asked so softly you could barely hear her in the loud dressing room.  You recognized one of the waitresses, by face not by name. She looked like she was better suited for a proper cafe not this place. Still new to the world not yet hardened by its cruelty.

"Oh yeah. Sure.” you smile at her sweetly.

“Hey Cat!" You shouted over the lockers.  Turning from her you marched onward to your locker while she followed close behind. You saw Cat earlier walking to the back when you were on stage, so you were sure she was still getting ready.

"Yeah?" A voice answered from beyond the metal wall.

Looking over your shoulder you urged the girl to speak. "Um..Um Miss Cat there is a request in room two for you!" She half shouted, Cat replied with a surprised 'O'.

"Damn girl! You just got here right? Must be nice to be that popular." You teased.

"Tell him she will be there in a minute, she needs to finish getting ready." The waitress mouthed a thank you before she scurried away out the door.

When you waved her goodbye your money scattered on the floor. It didn't matter too much as you were now at you destination. Flopping down on your bench you fixed your top first, setting your breasts straight and then got started.

After the cash was counted and stashed you needed to make your rounds on the floor. 

Going table to table practically begging men was something you weren't looking forward to. There was nothing worse than being rejected by a guy that on any normal day you wouldn't bat an eyelash at.

Here they knew they had the power. The pros could sniff out a good mark, but that superpower was never bestowed upon you.

The door to the locker room burst open just as your locker slammed shut.

"All right ladies listen up!" Nick yelled over the everyone.

Heads turned and bodies moved around to focus on Nick. He was a common occurrence backstage so the barely dressed girls didn't shy away when he barged in.

Behind him Rumlow, the bouncer, dragged in a few girls that you had seen on the floor when you were on stage. That was new. Rumlow never entered the locker room. His presence quickly starting grumbles of chatter amongst everyone and when Bubbles came back from behind the curtain cursing at Nick it only helped fuel the confusion.

"As of today we are now under no management!" Nick shouted, quieting the the confused gaggle of girls. His one good eye roaming over everyone, unconcern by the effect his announcement made within the locker room.

"I want everybody on Stage now!"

No one moved.

"I said Now!"

One by one each of the girls climbed up the stairs and on to the stage. Clamoring together after you all passed through the curtain.

The club now empty, a bizarre sight as it was not the case when you were on. It's as if the club had never opened. Abandoned drinks on various tables, the DJ had stopped playing music, but the spot light stayed trained on the stage.

Nick walked below you all from the main floor and barked more orders. He wanted everyone to line up along the plank and put toes on the edge of the stage. It was such a strange request, yet everyone complied, but not without a few gripes.

As bodies moved into place, you finally noticed a large group of men in the far back corner of the club. With the spot light on the stage it was hard to make out who they were or how many.

"Who are they?" You whisper to Bubbles as you position yourself next to her.

"No clue."

You were all standing shoulder to shoulder, wrapping around the stage like soldiers at attention waiting for the next command from their general. Half of the girls were either in street clothes or their dance attire.

"Backs straight ladies show them what they bought." Nick shouted.

"What?" A few dancers called out all at once.

The men started to move from the back, coming more into view as they got closer to the stage. When they spread out, flanking the stage surrounding you all from the floor you became unnerved. Each one in a well dressed, everything looked designer in some variation of black, all with a hungry look in their eyes.

"You out...that one on the far end bye" a strange man's voice started commanding, pointing at varies girls from down the line. The dismissed girls heels shuffled behind you as they headed to the back.

"Did he just fire them? What the fuck?" Bubbles whispered to you. She was already starting to fume, especially after getting her stage time cut short.

"Shut the fuck up over there!" 

Your eyes shoot straight ahead and shoulders stiffened when he barked at Bubbles. You could her hear cursing under her breath, through gritted teeth you tried to get her to calm down. Her temper got her in trouble on a good day.

Her good lucks made a top earn during the golden hours, but because of her constant fighting with dancers and customers Nick bumped her to the opening shit.

"Fuck you!" Bubbles spat out, leaning to look at the man calling the shots.

Fuck!

This was the exact opposite of what you wanted. Your hot headed friend had caught the attention of the prick firing girls willy-nilly.

"Bubbles!" You scold her. She didn't care, she was not intimidated by these men, but you sure as shit were.

"I see a few of these Maidens have some fire!" A man with a heavy accent boomed from behind you. There was a sinister delight to his tone that you didn't like.

The face to the voice casually walked in front of you two. Your eyes widened when you recognized his face. It was Bucky, his cold blue eyes greeting you with a smirk once again.

"Ladies is there a problem here?"

"First off don’t fucking don’t tell me to shut up! Second..What the fuck man? You can't just fire girls like that! Some of them got kids to support and shit!" Bubbles fumed with her hands on her hip, her confidence gaining cheers of encouragement all around.

"Well Doll I wish I could tell you I give a shit..." Before she could move you stopped her. You grabbed her by the arm preventing her from taking the man on.

"Bubbles! Girl he is twice your size calm down."

Bucky chuckled as you tried to calm your friend down.

"Listen up this club has now fallen into Howling Commando territory. So that means this club now belongs to us. You belong to us." The men gave a chores of cheers for their achievement.

The Commandos were a well known syndicate, mostly known for gun running. The infamous group taking ownership of the club didn't bode well you and the other dancers.

"Congratulations you have all made it through round one. Now boys lets test drive our new merchandise." His eyes stayed on you during the announcement.

All the dancers heads bobbed and swiveled in search of Nick, but he had vanished from the floor. You watched in silent horror as men crept the stage while Bucky stood back and watched.  

From behind and around you could hear the clicking of heels shuffle. Girls bumped into each as they retreated from the edge of the stage.

His blonde companion appeared by his side just as he did earlier. Resting an arm on Bucky's shoulder, his eyes fixated on Bubbles. Your hand found for hers, holding each other tight when he moved past Bucky to join the other men by the stage. shoving a comrade to the side that seemed to by eyeing Bubbles too.

The blonde stretched out his arm, reaching a hand to tugged a string on Bubble's outfit.

"All right boys take your pick, let me know if they make it to round two." Bucky ordered.

Each man took their pick. Some of the dancers fought, argue fruitlessly, while others crumbled and sobbed before being carted off to some corner of the club. The stage was cleared fast leaving you and Bubbles the only two left standing.

"Hello Kitten, remember me?" Bucky asked as he approached the edge of the stage, patting the floor of the stage signaling you to near, instead you stayed frozen in place. Bubble's yelped drawing your attention back to her, his blonde friend had her by the wrist. Another pat caught your attention making you lock eyes with him again.

"Kitten I don't like to repeat myself."

Nervously you approached him. Your plastic heels wobbled a bit as you crouched down you and came face to face with the man.

"You played a really dirty trick on me and Steve."

He threw a his thumb toward Steve. Giving a name to the monster, who pulled Bubbles off the stage. You watched Bubbles fight his grip as he walked her away, until he stopped. Steve lifted her with ease and tossed her over his shoulder. Her tough demeanor turned suddenly soft, scared as she looked back at you helplessly with tears in her eyes. When Steve passed through the doors of the private room section your stomach sank.

"Your such a naughty Kitty....Sending someone else to play in your place."

Your brows furrowed with confusion.

Shit Cat.

You hadn't noticed her in the group in the locker room or on stage. Your heart raced when he took hold of your chin, forcing you to focus on him and you fought the urge to pull away.

"Worried about your friend huh... don't be"  Bucky taunted.

Primal noises grew in volume and fill the club. The seedy strip club was turning into a brothel right before your eyes.

Bucky lead you with a hand clasped around the back of your neck to Nick's office. You shook like a leaf in his grasp. The whole way tripping over your plastic heels as you tried to keep his pace.

Once inside he tossed you on the leather couch that sat across from Nicks desk. Your knees hit the side of the chair making you tumbled face first into the leather cushions.

He was going to do what he wanted with you. You started to blubber at the thought of Bubbles, Cat and the other girls. Their fate would soon be yours.

Bucky walked in front of the sofa, he towered over you, completely unbothered by your distress. You pushed up and sat with your legs tucked under. Your eyes stared up at him, watching as he pulled a box of smokes from his jacket. Casually he took a cigarette out, sparked it up and took a few puffs.

He examined you through the smoke, the toxic haze invaded your nose when you sniffled. You went stiff when he lifted a hand to play with a string on your shoulder. 

"So your Tony's whore."

You met Tony at the club. The charismatic older man had quickly become your regular. Always requesting a private dance after you came off stage.

He was such a blessing whenever he came in, showering you with money. Nick eased up off your ass whenever Tony swung by. It didn't take too long to find out why.

During one of your steamier sessions he dropped his badge. When you saw it you were freaked, jumping off his lap before things got too out of hand. Tony Stark, a detective, he explained as you redressed. Coaxing you to stay and finish where you left off. Nick was a retired cop so that explained Nick's leniency.

After that you two to fucked up royally. Tony got you pregnant. When you told Tony he surprisingly didn't care. Almost like a Prince Charming whisking you away from the club life, setting you up in a nice apartment. Playing house with you, filling you with delusions of a happy family.

You hadn't even known how full of shit he actually was until his wife popped up at the apartment you shared with your future baby's father.

Tony was of course away at work when you stood face to face with his spouse. Her eyes soaked with tears cursing you to all hell for ruining her life. You were in such shock at the revelation that you couldn't find the words to say. Seven months into your pregnancy the world he built for you came crumbling down.

Tony didn't come back that day or any day after. You couldn’t count the times you called him and left messages, begging, crying pleading for him come back. If he weren’t a detective you would’ve shown up to his job.

He had gone back to her and it hurt you tremendously and it still hurt. Tony was kind enough to keep paying rent and the bills though. You presumed it was to make up for the fact that he would not be their for the birth of his daughter.

It didn't take long after Daisy's birth for Pepper to lead the charge for full custody. The whole ordeal leaving you with a feeling of worthlessness as their lawyers painted you as an unfit mother and gold digging opportunist.

Without your little one you felt numb so you drank more and more to cope with the loneliness, the heart ache. To add insult to injury once they took her the money stopped so it was back to the poles.

Tears streamed down your face as you sobbed uncontrollably. This man was going to kill you all because you had the dumb luck of fucking a cop.

Bucky's jaw tightened his demeanor no longer jovial. All your thoughts fell to your daughter and how you wanted to see her again.

"L-listen me and T-tony.."

"There's an informant working for Tony."  He cut you off.

"What?" Brushing away a few tears you try and comprehend what he was saying.  

"I want their name." He said plainly as smoke blew out, stubbing out the cig on the arm of the chair. 

"I don't know what you want from me? He barely lets me see my kid." Your face was still wet with tears.

"Did you know Pepper can't have kids?" He said stepping closer to you.

Your eyes fell away from him, his question dominating your thoughts.

When he moved a hand to pull at your bow you were too late to stop him. You leaned into the back of the couch and wrapped your arms around to cover yourself.

"They supposedly considered adoption, but Pepper insisted on Tony having a blood heir." Bucky lean towards you so you huddled into the corner of the sofa. One arm helped box you into the side of the couch.

Bucky didn't bother with removing your hands from your chest, instead forcing his hand down your g-string and deep between your legs.  Your legs started to ache as you sat perched on them and with the added hand you started to squirm.You squeezed your thighs tight but it was useless.

The tears continued to flow down as you begged him to stop. Bucky felt like an immovable wall when you tried to push him off. He hissed when his meaty digits rubbed against your clit.

His callus palm sent vibrations all around you. Biting the inside of your cheek you try to ignore the blooming heat.

Beating on his chest you feel him vibrate with laughter. When a finger slipped through, parting your lips you yelp. The nervous energy started to be overpower by a sense of betrayal.

Casually Bucky started pumping into you. Your eyes burned from all the tears you cried. Your hand cocked back and slapped against his face with all your might, but it did nothing. He just stared at you intently. Watching your pathetic attempts with a sadistic joy. When he dipped further in, your hands that had pushed him away were now dug into the fabric of his shirt.  

"I-if you know soooo much. oh shit.. hah-how come you cant find this informant?"  You frantically pant out as you try to control yourself.

He didn't answer. You squirmed wen he added another finger. You tried to hold back a moan at the curl of his digits, the back of his palm rubbing roughly against your clit.

“Mmm shit!”

“That’s it Kitten.”

The walls of your heat ached, there was nothing you could do to stop your cunt from clamping down around his digits.

"Making a mess of my fingers" he tsk'd. When he pulled out of your soaking slit you exhale loudly. Bucky moved to stand tall before you again as you slummed back.

"He used you, because your nothing, but a stupid whore." The jiggle of his pants caught your attention.

"He loved me.. he didn't...H-he just couldn't leave her." As the words fell out you didn't know if you were trying to convenience yourself or Bucky. That was what Tony told you all those time at family court.

"Believe me or don't" He slipped out of his blazer, you watch unable to move as he undressed.

"....I don't care" His icy eyes stared into your soul all the while as you wish you could melt into the leathery fabric.

"Get me the name or you will be a faded memory to Daisy. And that's if Pepper doesn't erase you first." Each word hit you like a brick to the face.

Your hand cupped your mouth to stop the returning sob. "Face down ass up Kitten I want to see how loud you purr."

There was nothing you could do. If you didn't move on your own you were sure he would move you himself so you just got into place. Holding your breath to stop the hiccups as you bend over, clutching the opposite edge of the cushion with each hand.

Bucky’s added weight dipped the couch making it grown. He nestled himself in-between your thighs, the closeness of him shooting your anxiety through the roof. When he moved your g-string down your legs your heart beat so hard  in your chest. The pace so fast you tried to concentrate on calming it down, rather than your impending doom. 

Had Tony used you? Was Bucky right? You felt sick. The leather of the couch cushion pressing into your ear as Bucky got into position behind you.

When Bucky tapped the hard shaft of his cock on your ass you blubbered out loud, unable to contain the mix of emotions inside you.

Bucky's hands hooked under your waist, shifting you about so that he could guide himself hands free to your opening.

The head of his cock pressed in hard and firm, separating your folds, yanking your hips straight when they start to falter.

Methodically Bucky pushed into you, forcing you to feel every inch of him as he stretched you. Your toes curled at the feel of his girth overwhelming you.

His husky growl married with his fingers digging into your side. His weight pushing you hard into the cushion.

Shooting pains resonated throughout your body, mewls escaped you as your body tried desperately to adjust. Bucky's sunk deep into you as your nails tore through the leather of the cushion. When he finally pulled back your body trembled.

This man was nothing but control and power in human flesh. Your emotions were becoming overwhelmed. Your need was taking over.

"Please Bucky...." You croaked out while his tip remained inside you. 

"You take my cock so good Kitten." Bucky's voice was husky and full of lust. The sound of his timber sent rippled through your core. Your mound a flame from his touch and length. You wanted him to fuck you hard, you needed to forget about Tony and the world.

"Fuck when was the last time he touched you?" Broken moan are your only reply.

He sunk into you again with a lethargic stroke. You had to grit your teeth to take the length of him. Your cunt already massaging his cock, aching for more despite the pain.

"You're so fucking tight."

This was no quick hit it and quit it scenario. This was torture.

"Kitten...." He groaned out at you. Bucky's slow torture was breaking down, his rhythm increasing ever so slightly.

You hated yourself for wanting him. For needing him to fuck you hard, to use you.

You wanted to hear him call out your name as he railed you into the couch and you despised yourself for it.

"Tell me what you want Kitten."

You could hear your sex. The wetness enveloping his cock thoroughly.

When Bucky pushed himself to his hilt again you crumbled."Fuck me." It was weak, broken, but it was your voice.

"You want to cum for me?" He sounded like a lover. Full of care, so beautiful, but deep down you knew it was a lie.

"Bucky please fuck me!"

Your ass slapped against his thighs sending a sound of applause around the room. Bucky had set you a blaze. You needed to be used by him, to be needed.

"I can feel you, Kitten..Fuck." 

You bit your lip and moan reveling in his pleasure.

"That's it purr for me Kitten...Such a good Kitten just for me." Buck’s words of praise helped to further send you over the edge. "This pussy fits me fucking good." He growled down, slapping your ass making you moan louder.

"Who do you belong to Kitten?" Bucky tore through your cunt. The pain blanked over your thoughts, fading away unwanted feelings.

"Fuck! Bucky! Fuck...I'm your whore!" Your voice strained as you shouted out the words. Bucky’s dominating hold giving you the feeling of being owned. You wanted him to own you and break in pieces.

"Show me I own you. Come on my cock baby." He hissed and you exploded, your cunt convulsing all over his cock. Bucky fucked you through your climax, his own rhythm breaking down as you come.

With a final hard thrust came. Bucky’s warmth overflowing as he breathed heavy. Your body milking and pushing out his cum as it over flowed.

Bucky's cum seeped out of you, drying along your thighs as you laid half sleep on the couch. His blazer draped over your body keeping you warm.

He sat on the couch next to you, stroking along your leg soothingly. The smell of another cig filled the air as he got up and walked over to Nick's desk. 

Or was it his desk now, you weren't sure. Your arm dropped to the floor when you moved it. When you lifted it your finger tips graze something underneath. Curious you clutched it and brought it into view. An empty bottle champagne.

You look at the back of Bucky. Thoughts of your daughter poured into you. Thoughts of her being bullied for having a stripper mom. Thoughts of her hating you for being this worthless loser. How Pepper would be their for her, consoling her.

There was no way you could get what he wanted. And even if you could it would just be a matter of time before your daughter grew to hate you. Your were dealt a losers hand.

Slipping your arms through the sleeves of his jacket you try not to make to much noise. Standing up with bottle in hand you crept up on Bucky. He was looking at his phone, his back still toward you when you smashed the bottle over his head. He dropped to the ground like a sack of potatoes.

Quickly you dropped down, digging through his pockets while he was out. Keys, wallet and phone were what you took off him. You got up from the floor you back away.

Holding your breath you watched to see if Bucky would move. when his chest went up and down you were slightly relieved that you hadn’t killed him.

Your hand rest on the door knob when your cracked it open. You watched and waited, listening intently for anything, but nothing came. Your heart raced again when you start to walk out of the office. Down the hall of Nick's office was the employee parking lot and you hoped to gawd that the mobsters parked there too.

Bang Bang

"Gawd Damn it Tony!" you bashed on the door of your baby's father home. You felt frantic constantly looking over your shoulder as you waited for him. When the door finally opened it was no surprised that his wife  was the first to greet you.

When you got far enough away from the club you searched his car for a change of clothes. The mobster only had a pair of old trainers that you added to your already unfashionable look.

Dressed in Bucky's blazer and gym shoes. You had tried your best to remove your make up on the drive, but you were sure that probably made things look worse.

"Hi Pep" you spat. "Where is Daisy?" Crossing your arms over your chest to control your shaking. You were anxious, a mess and you knew she was judging every aspect of your appearance.

"It's not your day to see her and you know it" her hate filled eyes bore through you as she spoke. Pepper's slender frame blocked the door as you tried and choke down your rising anger. The hate between you two was mutual.

"Look if you had a daughter of your own you might understand the Maternal need to see ones own flesh and blood." You took a step closer to her, she was taller than you, but you always assumed if things got dirty you would win that fight.

"Whoa whoa whoa lets retract those claws ladies." Tony appeared from behind her with Daisy, the cheerful little thing, lighting up when she laid eyes on you. Her cute calls for her ‘Mommy’ breaking the tension between you two. Pepper's sneer did not go unnoticed by you as she turned and stormed off. Smirking to yourself, relishing the reaction you pulled from her.

"Now I know you know better than to just pop up like this. You cant keep doing this" he was stern, but you rolled your eyes in response.

"Well maybe if you would've left your wife and not taken full custody of Daisy I wouldn't feel the need to make a surprise visit." You made sure to be loud, hoping for Pepper to come back in and start something with you, but she didn't. Tony on the other hand was unamused.

"Hi baby" you kissed her on her chubby cheeks, smelled her hair, bouncing with her on your hip as you walked across the threshold. "Listen Tony I need to leave town for a few days, my mom is sick." You didn't look at him. You could feel the pending judgment on his face before he sighed.

"You begged, pleaded even to get unsupervised custody, and now that you get it you disappear on us...On her" he corrected himself, but you couldn't deny your heart skipped a beat when he said us.

Placing Daisy on the floor you let her run of to play with some toys. She lift up toys, showing the off for you.

"I know" you sighed heavily biting your bottom lip as you looked back him. "She is sick. It's only for a few days and I will be back in town." You lied.

This was a goodbye. It didn't matter if Bucky was telling the truth or not. Daisy's life was better without you. Pepper was better than you. Would be a better mother than you. Bucky was right Daisy was so young enough to forget you.

Your eyes started to water as you watched your daughter. This house this life was better than anything you could give her.

Tony sighed. "Alright don't make this a habit." He chided.

Tony was closer to you than you realized. Wrapping an arm around your lower waist, leaning in your earn the move making your heart race.

"I miss you so much." His words burned your ears and you had to pull away. It felt like a dream.

You turned to look at him. Searching for that Prince Charming that promised you this life, your heart ached when you found nothing there. Stepping back you move to sit next to Daisy. Laughing when she talked in gibberish as she shows you another dolly.

"Tony can you come here a sec?" Pepper called out. He leaves you alone with Daisy to attend to his wife.

Your mind was made up. You needed to disappear.

Chapter 2>>>

[the-wintershade]

Dating Cal Kestis Would Include...

Cal is just this soft and kind boi with such a fire inside of him.

Protective!Cal jumps out at any opportunity where he feels you are uncomfortable or unsure of yourself.

He’s always going to be right there, standing slightly in front of you, lightsaber at the ready.

He gets that slight crease between his eyebrows and his teeth might slip out a little bit as he’s trying to warn others that he’ll defend you with everything he has.

But he doesn’t want to be suffocating.

He’ll only do that in very serious cases where he can feel that something is wrong, that you’re terrified or scared.

If you tell him that you’re okay or that you can handle it, he’ll back off but stay close just to watch over you.

Since he’s kinda protective, you’ve developed a system to let him know you’re okay.

Started out when you tagged along on a scouting mission that wasn’t supposed to be dangerous but, of course, there were seeds of the first order coming about. He kept you behind him at all costs and always tried to keep a hand, arm, or some part of his body in front of you.

If you were force-sensitive, you were usually aware of dangerous people well before you made it over and soon grew tired of him always having to be in front of you.

If you weren’t, you let him lead, knowing he would be better at that kind of thing anyway, but also got a little frustrated at the being in front all the time.

So, once, when his arm came out in front of you, you looked at it and tapped it twice.

Cal didn’t know what was going on and he turned to you with a scrunched face and worried eyes.

“I’m okay. I’m not in any danger. I can handle it.” You looked to him and then to his arm. 

He let it fall before turning to you.“Does this bother you?”

“A little bit. But not because I’m upset that you’re looking out for me. I just want to be here with you as another operative on a mission, not as a follower that needs an escort.”

Cal seemed to understand and apologized for making you feel beneath him, but you assured him he didn’t. It was true.

So you came up with tapping him twice anywhere on his body when you knew you could handle the situation while Cal was taking on the defensive role. And it worked.

Even if you were a bit spooked, if you knew you had the problem covered, you’d tap him twice on his shoulder.

Weird person hitting on you and Cal tried to step up? Two taps on the lower back as you wrap an arm around him. You would politely tell them off and everything would be fine.

If you were force sensitive or weapons proficient and ran into a storm trooper or creatures, two taps on his outstretched arm and you’d be able to take those suckers out.

A little uncomfortable splitting up but had to? Two squeezes to your conjoined hands followed by four rapid pulses. I’ve got this, come back to me.

He’s a very good listener and he’s the best to open your mind to because he won’t judge you for anything that comes out. He just patiently waits with that soft, seriousness, looking at you, nodding along with what you’re saying until you’ve finished. 

Even then he’s not the type to try to analyze things unless you want him to. He’ll usually be quiet until you start a conversation and then he’ll begin talking.

In the beginning, when you first got to know each other, Cal was pretty shy around you, but now? Now, he shares everything with you. Every detail he finds intriguing, inspiring, or intellectually challenging, he confides in you.

He loves sharing his little world with you.

Touch starved af!

Cal loves to have you run your fingers through his hair even though he won’t tell you explicitly.

He’ll play with his hair, running his hand over it, intentionally messing it up until you come over and fix it or mess around with it.

Works every time.

Also likes the idea of holding hands but doesn’t do it all the time because he usually likes to have his hands free.

But around the mantis, in his room, while eating (surprisingly), and taking you safe places, he’ll reach out for you, waiting until you place your hand in his before moving on.

He likes it when you’re walking around and you’re just relaxing, exploring a new city or somewhere where you get a breather for a few days, and you wrap yourself around his arm.

Once again, he’ll never admit it, but he likes having you close, tucked against him.

Hugs are probably his favorite and he loves pulling you into one. He’ll hold you for a longer time than necessary, breathing you in, memorizing your touch, your feel, how you fit into him.

He just genuinely likes being close to you.

Cal’s not a big kisser.

Not because he doesn’t like it but he’s so inexperienced and unsure of himself that he’s not always comfortable with it.

It’s not his favorite way to express affection but he tries.He likes kissing you on the forehead, cheek, or hand the most. The shoulder is a close second to those.

He kisses you quickly on the lips, only lingering in the other spots where he likes kissing you the most.

But as time goes on and you become more comfortable and used to each other, he begins to kiss you longer and harder.

Sometimes with more intensity than he means to.

And it’s good.

But there are times where he needs space and he does have limits on what he can give to physical affection for the day.

And you respect it and give him space when he needs it because he’s been through a lot and deserves to have his boundaries.

You and Cal sleep together, but just sleeping. He doesn’t want to force you into anything and he’s never really entertained the thoughts to want anything else but you right beside him.

The first few times it’s awkward and when he even asked you, his face was so red that he barely got the words out.

But he did and you, wide eyes and blushing just as much, agreeded.

After the general awkwardness faded, it was nice sleeping next to him.

He sometimes liked sleeping with your backs touching when he wasn’t that up for cuddling just so he was touching you is someway.

Other times, he would wrap his arm around you and hug you close, nuzzling into your neck, his nose pressed against your skin.

Or you would lie on his chest, wrapping an arm around his torso, while he kept his arms around you.

You were sometimes the big spoon depending on what was going on that day or week.

His mouth usually hangs slightly open while he sleeps and he looks so innocent and calm that you wish you could just wrap him up and keep him safe from everything.

You can’t do that so you compromise with a kiss on the cheek.

He still has nightmares about order 66 and his master which you can feel wether it’s through his pain or through the force if you’re force sensitive.

Your heart hurts watching tears come out of his eyes and small mumbles of pleading phrases escape his sleeping lips.

Usually, you let him work through it and hold him a little closer until the movement and tears and mumbling stops.

Other times you have to wake him up because he’s shaking or violently thrashing and screaming. You speak softly at first and then become a little louder, assuring him you’re there and that he’s safe.

He always looks like a young child when he wakes and you just hold him against you, murmuring soothing words to him until he calms down.

He doesn’t like crying in front of you. He thinks it makes him look weak but you reassure him, again and again, that there is nothing wrong with crying.

You wipe at his eyes and hold on to some part of him while he calms down and falls back asleep. He unconsciously pulls you closer.

Some days he focuses on the memories harder than others, and when that happens you touch him to let him know you’re there but don’t say anything to disturb him.

He’s always very careful and cautious with you, making sure he’s not stepping over any boundaries and that you’re okay with everything.

It’s one of the things you really like about him: how caring and genuine he is.

He’s very sweet with you but also with BD and kind to the crew on the mantis.

He’s delicate with everything, trying not to disturb the wildlife or places he goes too much. He only takes what he needs when he needs it.

He’s not that fond of killing stormtroopers or creatures but he’ll only kill when there’s no other option.

You love his softness and sometimes he wonders if that’s a bad thing.

“You still like me? Even though I’m not hard and tough?”

“Cal, I adore you because you’re not hard and act tough all the time. You’re genuine and you care and you’re gentle and thoughtful. Those are qualities it’s hard to find in anyone these days and I’m always in awe and amazement of you. I love those traits. Don’t feel self-conscious of them.”

He blushes a furious pink and looks away. You smile.

Cal always has this look he saves for you. It’s pure happiness and admiration and you always have to look away when you see him admiring you for fear that you’ll melt.

But there’s a way you look at him that’s so open that his cheeks flush a deep red and he’ll turn away.

Cal’s not that much of a flirt but he’ll wink at you and carry a lazy way of walking when around you. 

You like kissing him swiftly on the cheek as you walk by to watch him flush and throw him off what he was working on.

He always gets you back by wrapping your torso into him from behind and kissing your forehead.

BD-1 adores you. He always sends out a string of happy beeps and noises when he and Cal come back and jumps out to you.

You catch him and listen as he talks about all of the cool things that they found while he was scanning.

Cal tries to shush him, but laughs when you tell him to stop and let the droid talk in peace. You hand him back to Cal when he’s done and Cal pats him on the head. “Did you get it all out buddy?”

He gives an emphatic yep! and Cal chuckles along with you. His eyes linger on you as they normally do and you feel your skin heat up.

The mantis crew likes you too and all of the calm and determined energy you bring to the team. You help keep Cal grounded as you tag along on missions and steady him when he’s afraid of losing control or hurting people. They thank you for that.

You also like helping out with planting the new seeds and watching them grow much to Greez’s appreciation.

Cal’s not great at saying I love you. He’s never really said it before in such a way, and he feels out of practice.

But he shows you, all the time, through things big and small.

And even when he won’t say I love you, he’ll say other things like “be safe”, “I missed you”, or “I need you with me”.

It feels awkward to say those three words out loud because he knows the heavy implication that comes with using them, so he’s waiting till just the right moment to say them to you.

One night, as you’re lying together in bed, you almost asleep, he whispers “I love you.”

You eyes snap open as you look to him watching you with that lazy smile on his face. He moves your hair and plants a warm kiss on your forehead.

You feel it down to your toes and your core becomes alive with flame.

“I love you too.”

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Author: Randombtsprincessa

Characters: Jung Hoseok x Kim Seokjin 

Words: 4.1k

Genre/Rating: Smut/fluff (NC - 17)

Prompt: 2seok with bad boy Jin (think tattoos, motorbikes, intimidating af but rescues kittens type) and model student shy and sweet Hoseok.

Warning: Clubbing, social drinking, mentions of drunken sex, tattoed blond Jin, flirting, LGBTQ+ fic, MxM fic, bad father, bad childhood mentions, volunteering work, kissing, blowjob in a garage, unprotected oral (male receiving) [be safe folks].

A/N: The following work is a part of @ficswithluv ‘s amazing project Change With Luv. It was commissioned by the lovely Ducky ( @diedinwarofhormones​ ) Thank you for the commission and let’s hope the donation helps bring about some really needed reforms! It is my very first mxm fic so please be a little lenient in judgement and I kept the smut not very explicit just in case (also because I exceeded the word limit shhh) so yeah. I hope you enjoy! Please do check out the project to help bring some change to the world and art to the world! 

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In life, there are three sets of people who go hand in hand.

There are the people who are completely alike, do everything together, share hobbies and end up being the ‘goals’ that are usually portrayed on every hyped up couples instagram.

There are people who seem to just mesh well, go about in their personal bubbles as things either go well or not.

And then…there are the people who are nothing alike. They are poles apart, one league away from each other.

Yet, they are brought closer and closer to each other and gel together in a manner that astounds the people surrounding them.

Or so Jung Hoseok had read somewhere; in a book, maybe in his adolescence, in those past teen years that seem like a dream.

He was grown up now, in college and while he had kept on the rosy tint in his cheeks, he had shed off most of his earlier romantic notions.

After all, college was a step forward towards the future he craved desperately. And he worked hard for it, to graduate and then carry on further into a blissful, stress free life.

So, when he came in touch with the circle in which Kim Seokjin moved, well…

All those ideals and notions came back like a sucker punch.

To be very honest, a club scene where there was too much light but nothing could be seen, where a bass thumped that irritatingly made you feel like you had a second heartbeat, too many sweaty bodies that merged, collided to a rambling beat and alcohol that cost half a days’ worth income – even on a campus ground, was not to Hoseok’s taste.

However, his best friend Namjoon had dragged him out of his room this time, screaming, wailing, and crawling – for once to pry Hoseok away from those chemistry books that still had equations pounding in his cranium.

Many minutes after arriving at the party, Namjoon had disappeared.

Hoseok had no idea where; if there was someone who was more shy, nerdy or awkward than him…it was Kim Namjoon.

He hoped he was getting laid somewhere, that way he’d be much less annoyed when Hoseok inevitably left to go home.

He turned his torso around to the crowd, and although he could see absolutely nothing clearly, he tried, he really did.

He reached up, straightened onto the bar stool so he could look over the multiple heads. Most of the flashing lights glinted against his glasses, blinding him and he sighed. Slumping back, he admitted defeat, looking along the length of the bar.

Maybe he should order another drink?

It wasn’t midnight just yet. He could make it till 12 and then slip away. After all, if Namjoon was around and…not otherwise occupied, he would come over so they could both go back to the dorm.

They both had early and lengthy classes for god’s sake.

As he stretched out a hand, to attract the bartender’s attention, he saw him.

The angle the man sat at made it impossible for him to get a clear look at his face. However, it was easy to discern the hunch of his shoulders, too wide, clad in a smooth leather jacket that exploded rainbows whenever a streak of light bounced off of the man.

Deep blond hair ruffled on top of the head and he could barely make out the hints of a neck tattoo.

The bartender soon came over to take his order and after refilling the drink, Hoseok decided that he could stay a bit more, just to see what the stranger looked like maybe.

“Buddy, take a picture. It’ll last longer.”

Hoseok started, the rim of the glass jolting against his teeth at the move as the man turned his head to look at him head on, one dark eyebrow quirked.

Suffice it to say, the man was breathtaking.

The soft blond hair accentuated the poufy lips of the man, glistening wet from the alcohol. The leather jacket showed off a swimmer’s body, a silver clasp at his thin waist.

Hoseok was tempted to think that this man put his last boyfriend to shame.

“I’m sorry; I must’ve just stared at you. I was zoning out.” Hoseok excused himself.

“Don’t worry about it.” The man grinned, leaning forward so he would be audible. “You here with someone?”

“My roommate…he’s disappeared.”

The stranger nodded, taking a swig from his glass. “Yeah, that happens around here. If you wanna zone out a bit more, feel free but only cause you’re cute.”

Hoseok’s mouth fell open at the flirting, gaping like a fish as the man grinned yet again, this time feral.

“I…I wasn’t…”

“Like I said, don’t worry about it, pretty boy.”

The man was taking the final gulp, placing the glass next to Hoseok, along with a couple bills under the glass. “Buy yourself a drink from me, would you?”

Hoseok could only stare at the glass and money, still shocked at the bold advance of a complete stranger.

“Oh and hey pretty boy,”

Hoseok turned to look at the exiting male.

“Next time, I’m gonna start charging.”

He turned after that, not hindered by any of the swirling bodies in his path, leaving Hoseok to wonder if maybe he should’ve gotten the name of the man, or at least given his own.

“You’re, like, not even listening to me.” Namjoon snapped Hoseok’s attention towards himself, a pen tapping insistently against his notebook.

“Yes I am,” Hoseok immediately defended but it was too late.

Namjoon had already shoved the study materials that were strewn across the table to one side, both arms coming up to cradle his head. “Go on, purge.”

“I don’t have anything to say to you, I swear.” Hoseok could hear the defensiveness in his own voice and while it was partly true, he knew he would have to cave in the face of his best friend.

“Fine…I met this guy at the club party a couple nights ago.”

Namjoon stared.

“The one you left me alone at.”

That seemed to jog his memory, causing a delicate sheen of plum to spread along his cheeks. “I said I was sorry, I mean...I saw Taehyung and he looked like –,”

“A dream, yes, I got that.” Hoseok stopped himself from rolling his eyes at the slightly…enormous crush that Namjoon harbored towards the popular junior.

“You didn’t tell me about this guy though,” Namjoon continued.

What was there to tell? Yes, he’d conversed briefly with an absolute stranger for not more than five minutes. Yes, he had never felt this wildly attracted to anyone before. At least, not so much that warranted mooning over him for more than a day. He also knew that there was a good chance that he would never run into him again.

He didn’t even know his name. There was nothing tying the both of them.

Unless he wanted to end up like Namjoon, in a puppy love with a guy he was too scared to talk to, he’d have to move on.

After all; Hoseok thought back to the sleek black lines that ran along the man’s skin, the tight leather that clung to him, smelling of liquor that was alluring in its own right; he was someone Hoseok would not usually find himself associated with.

He was probably a patented bad boy, and Hoseok well…he was model student.

“You just flaked on me again, bro.” Namjoon poked his arm.

“Sorry, so, you didn’t get laid that night then? Why didn’t you come find me?”

“I kind of did; but I don’t know if you can call it that. The chick and I both were pretty smashed and all I could think about was Taehyung’s --,”

“No thanks, I don’t need that imagery in my head.” Hoseok interrupted with a sharp flutter of his hands, raising them to cover his ears.

Namjoon broke out laughing, before shaking his head. “So, do you know anything about this mysterious man of yours?”

“No, but I do know, we have a test tomorrow, so let’s get back to work, shall we?”

Yes, he did know one thing. It was to never hold true to ideals about anything. Somehow they always got smashed to pieces.

Hoseok had been right to let go of past ideals as he grew up.

He was sitting in the café, books open as he checked the answers to his test. A smooth cream latte sat near his hand with a plate of the café bakery’s special made chocolate chip cookies. Hoseok and Namjoon being regulars meant the staff knew their preferences and it was a god send when the both of them would stumble in, bleary and hazy from their workload to a ready steaming cup and some desperately needed sugar.

He had attempted to put away thoughts of any blonde men that may have crossed his path to solely worry about how chemistry worked in anatomy and it had somewhat paid off, if only all his answers mirrored the ones in his notes.

So, when he heard that same voice, calling out from the wide open door that had haunted him for the past few days, he had to look up.

In the daylight, if possible The Stranger looked much more beautiful than what the club lights paid homage to. He was awfully tall and broad, the same leather jacket and belt still wrapped around him, only this time, he had a helmet clasped under an arm and his hair was mussed from probably being trapped under it.

Big boots thudded, as Hoseok watched the man make his way to the counter, a hard smile ready for the counter worker who clearly stuttered in talking with him, while boxing up a few things.

Must be another regular; Hoseok thought back if he had ever seen him around but glossed over him. Nothing came to mind, even as the man slid over his payment before grabbing the handles of the bag, laughing at something the barista said.

Sensing that he was about to turn about, Hoseok looked down quickly, nearly burying his face behind the book.

He prayed; eyes closed that he hadn’t been caught. While he had hoped for another sight of his stranger, Hoseok hadn’t accounted for what he would do if it did happen. All the times, he’d imagined meeting up in his daydreams, they always stopped short when it came to a response on his part.

“…hey, it’s you.”

Hoseok gulped, wondering why he wasn’t invisible as he looked up, caught in the dark gaze of The Stranger again.

“It is you. Remember me?” The man tilted his head, shifting the helmet in his arms.

“Oh…yeah, in the club, of course,” Hoseok’s voice shook, hands dropping the book to the table as he worked hard to form coherent sentences.

The man’s eyes flashed to the books, grinning with those teeth flashing. “You’re a student.”

There was no room to deny it even as Hoseok chuckled. “Yeah, what about you?”

“Oh I’m done. I just hang about now.” He lowered his voice as if admitting to a mock crime and after a deep breath, Hoseok let out a much more relaxed grin.

In the light, it was easier to tell how different they really were. He was leather-clad, motorcycle helmet laden. Hoseok was wearing a knit sweater and simple jeans and sneakers, a school bag at his feet and his books strewn about a table.

Worlds apart…

Hoseok was someone easy to approach, to talk to, while this man was obviously not someone who anyone would go to first. However, even with the dark aura that hung about him, the way he talked, to ease Hoseok up, revealed something much softer beneath him.

“Speaking of which, I need to go. I will see you around I guess.” The man said.

Your name - give him your damn name, Hobi.

“My name is Hoseok. I forgot to mention it last time.” He said quickly.

The man paused in opening the door, a quirk to his lips. “I’ll remember that.”

And he was gone, with Hoseok watching his walk to a Harley parked nearby, straddling it as he put on the helmet. The Stranger hadn’t afforded Hoseok his own name…

Maybe they were too different. And maybe Hoseok wasn’t the only one who was aware of that fact.

Even if - Hoseok thought as he stared at the boy sitting opposite him - he wasn’t the only one who knew how different their lives were, neither seemed too intent on cutting their losses just at the moment.

Hoseok hadn’t timed himself, he swore up and down that the reason he was frequenting the café more and more was the increased need for coffee and not the need to catch an elusive Seokjin, whose name he’d caught only accidentally when the barista called for his order.

However, now here they were sitting across from each other.

He was still just as intimidating at first glance, a cold tilt to his head at anyone who he didn’t favor approaching him. A light scoff followed whenever he overheard something particularly obnoxious and rough looking fingers that Hoseok couldn’t help but want to touch.

He was in too deep, he figured. His mind had compartmentalized the raging crush he harbored for the new and exciting addition to his world but he knew that amidst his straight As and glowing recommendations, Jin would not only not sit well, but also appear…unsavory.

And Hoseok absolutely, blissfully, just didn’t care.

He had had a bad childhood, Seokjin had told him. A rich father, who had abandoned his family to ‘fuck about’ as he put it, with packets of money deposited for their upkeep but Jin didn’t touch it.

His mother had paid through the money in a trust after he had graduated in business but instead of putting his degree to use, he’d started working in a garage, now partner in it.

That explained the motorcycle, Hoseok had joked while Jin had only shrugged.

“I also volunteer a lot of my free time. My mom, well, I love her but she’s got her own life now…and she puts all of my father’s money in the trust still so I don’t have to bother her about anything. I don’t think she enjoys having a reminder of my dad around anyway.”

All Hoseok could do was nod his head sadly at him.

So when Seokjin offered to show Hoseok about the volunteering he did, he jumped at the opportunity. He had a chance to see what the man really was like under the façade of the cool bravado and Hoseok could feel intrigue tingling at his fingertips.

He wasn’t disappointed.

Seokjin took him to an animal shelter first, filled with puppies with big eyes, kittens that purred and curled up under their chins, bigger dogs and cats that were soft to touch and clearly abandoned and starved for loved. There were birds too, brightly colored and some wild and a couple of pigs and horses. Each animal that Jin visited seemed to love him, curling under his touch, molding them to him.

The next place they visited was a children’s library. A large group of toddlers shrieked when they saw him, swarming up to him and begging for a story. Hoseok watched with a bemused smile for an hour as Jin made animal and vehicle noises to entertain the spellbound kids.

When finally, they visited a retirement home, it was then that Hoseok saw the brief haunted look behind Seokjin’s eyes. It was just a glance, as he wiped an old woman’s mouth as she chuckled motherly at him, the rice that clung to her chin not fazing Jin in the slightest.

“It’s like having a family of my own.” He whispered as Hoseok put a hand to his shoulder, still hesitant.

“You miss them.”

“I do, but I would rather do this than let them be burdened by my presence again.”

“Maybe, they don’t feel that way.”

Seokjin didn’t reply to that, instead standing with a lovable smile to the lady who waved goodbye. “I’ll drop you off at your dorm.” He said.

His voice scared Hoseok. There was an air of finality there, as if he knew he’d shown Hoseok much more than was necessary. More than he needed to, to a guy who he probably wouldn’t see much of in the future.

“I’m not ready to go just yet.”

Hoseok knew he sounded desperate but there was nothing he could do. He had to accept his reality.

Seokjin turned with a curious look, puzzled at the heaviness in Hoseok’s voice before smirking. “Then there’s one more place I can show you. Let’s grab some dinner first.”

“This is amazing.” Hoseok whispered, awed as Jin flicked on light switches.

When Jin had said he was going to take him to his garage, Hoseok expected something like a shed, greased and metal barred. This was, this was sleek, all black steel and huge lights swinging from the ceiling.

“I spent a good deal of dad’s money on this. Hence, why I got the partnership, I saved the place from sinking. The upscale décor brings in some solid clients so, I guess you could say my sense of style did the job.” Jin kicked at a few strewn crates, turning to throw a wink at Hoseok.

Hoseok looked down at the remnants burger in his hand, biting the piece down into his mouth so as to not answer.

He watched, surreptitiously as Jin undid the jacket, removing his arms from the leather sleeves to reveal an extremely thin white tank top that sent a swoop down Hoseok’s throat, settling somewhere in his gut.

Jin turned; pausing Hoseok’s ogling at his muscled back as he stretched out his arms over his head, a thin strip of his stomach showing.

Hoseok swallowed loudly, the bite of burger going the wrong path and he broke out in coughs.

“Hey, what…” Seokjin laughed, pulling out a water bottle from a mini fridge to pass it to the wheezing boy. “Calm down, pretty boy. I know the burger’s good but eat slowly.”

Hoseok pulled the bottle away, eyes still watering.

This was too much; here he was, Hoseok, a nice kid who tried to steer clear from all sorts of ‘trouble’ and he was here with Kim Seokjin, someone who people would say embodied trouble.

And what was he doing?

Why, all he wanted was Seokjin to ram against him on the surface of one of the cars of course.

He was worse than Namjoon.

“I think…I should go.” Hoseok stuttered, casting his eyes down. This was it, the final time he put himself in the path of such temptations. Jin would never look twice at someone like him. He was in way over his head.

“Hey pretty boy,”

Hoseok looked up at Seokjin, who now stood too close to his face, blond hair hanging in his eyes, lips pulled into his teeth.

“Tell me something, why are you so scared of me?” Jin asked.

Hoseok blinked, all previous concerns evaporating. “Wait, what…? I’m not scared of you.” He said, conviction strengthening his voice.

“Really,” Jin moved in, eyes dropping to the way Hoseok chewed on his bottom lip. “So, why do you keep pulling away? You stare at me, flirt with me, hold on to me on the bike, but when I bring you here and when we’re alone for too long you withdraw.”

Hoseok thudded back against something and Jin took advantage, lifting his hands and putting them on either side of his body, caging him in.

“I’m…I’m not scared of you.” Hoseok sighed, giving in. “I’m scared of well, my feelings, as cliché as it seems.”

“Why?” Seokjin asked smoothly.

“Because we’re so different; I mean you’re a rich kid who acts like a bad boy but is so kind and sweet under all that toughness and I’m…I’m a good sweet boy who would never - never be able to keep up with someone like you. I’m putting myself up for disappointment when you realize it too.”

Seokjin stared at Hoseok, hard and deep. He looked almost angry – dangerous...gorgeous.

“You know what I realized actually?” He asked. There was a pleasant lilt to his tone but Hoseok could feel the undercurrents of a threat to it.

He leaned in, making Hoseok press himself to the wall, his body almost vibrating from the proximity.

“I realized that you’re exactly the kind of person who can keep up with me. I realized that it doesn’t matter if we belong to different circles. I realized that I should probably kiss you right now because you might be a grade-A kid but baby, you’re fucking stupid.

Hoseok had no time to even draw a full breath. Jin had reared back and then slammed Hoseok back again. The hands that Hoseok had dreamed of touching now gripped his cheeks, Jin’s mouth fully on his, swallowing the surprised squeaks he embarrassingly let out.

Seokjin chuckled against his lips, pulling back just enough to nip at his chin. “Fuck, I should’ve done that in the club.”

Hoseok reached forward to tug Jin back, taking over the kiss this time as he delved into the older boy’s mouth, tasting the soda on his tongue.

“Not a complete good boy, then.” Jin commented, reaching back to tug off the tank.

Hoseok lounged against the wall, idly tracing over the tattoos that ran over Jin’s exquisite body. “What do they mean?” He asked as Jin tugged off Hoseok’s shirt too.

Jin paused, glancing down at his torso.

“This,” he raised his arm. “A compass to point me in the right direction,” He moved to his shoulder. “The lion to keep me strong and brave,” he smirked suddenly, grabbing Hoseok’s hand and placing it against the burning skin of his chest. “The tree keeps me kind and nurturing.”

Hoseok met Jin’s gaze, running his hand down to his belt, fiddling with the clasp.

“Wait,” Jin stopped him, shoving his hand away. “This is about you. Let me take care of you tonight.”

“What do you mean, oh,” Hoseok’s voice pitched higher as Jin fluidly sank to his knees in front of him. Deft, nimble fingers undid the buttons and zipper on his jeans, pulling the band and the underwear down to free his gorged shaft.

“Fuck,” Jin and Hoseok both let out as Jin swept his hands against the soft skin. He was hard, Hoseok marveled, hard enough to drip over Jin’s palms which he smeared back onto his skin to make the slide easier.

A loud moan escaped Hoseok’s parted lips when Jin engulfed him, first the tip and then most of his length. He jolted, head falling back as his hips pushed forward on their own volition.

Jin kept his eyes on him, a smirk straining his lips at the vulnerable stance of the lithe man. While he would usually be on the receiving end of this, there was something so sexy, so erotic about watching a man lose it over head as he throated as much as he could.

Hoseok meanwhile fumbled with his hands, alternating between fisting his own hair and tugging at Jin’s to further lower himself into the heat of his cavern. If he knew this was what he would be missing out, there would’ve been no way he would have agonized over it for this long.

Seokjin continued moving, squelching sounds echoing throughout the empty garage that sounded so wonderfully taboo, Hoseok nearly came right there. The thrill of it; the way someone could walk right in, catch them with Seokjin sucking him deep into his mouth caused his eyes to roll back.

“That’s it, pretty boy. Come for me.” Jin coaxed from below and before he could catch his breath, his throat closed up, his body hunching when Jin pulled him back, and the tip of his cock brushing the back of his throat, deeper still.

With an almost pornographic groan, Hoseok unloaded himself into Jin’s throat, his lover keeping him in till he was fully empty.

Jin pulled away from him, color flaming high in Hoseok’s cheeks at the wet sound that echoed through the near empty garage.

All he could do was fall into the surprisingly sweet kiss that Jin pressed to lips, the taste of him mingling in his own mouth. Jin handed him his shirt with an impish grin.

“Next time,” he pulled Hoseok in by the waist. “I’m going to make you pay for ‘zoning out’ in the club.”

[randomfandomwriting]

Hello friend!! Here's what i thought of: little one shots of when Lance first chirps for members of his pack 💕

(Hi friend! Thank you for the request! I really really love this idea actually! {Also, like, two months after I started writing this, as I'm close to finishing it, I realize, I totally could've and maybe should've done this completely different??? Too late now though haha})

Really everyone is involved. Hunk, Pidge, Keith, Shiro, Allura, Coran, Lance.

~Minor angst (turns into fluff), Fluffy, no nsfw~ 

"All I'm saying is, Iverson didn't really need to ban us from the simulator, because, hey, my grades are already so deep in the trash compactor, we'll be lucky to even qualify for it," Lance said. He squirmed in his desk chair, his head resting in his hand, elbow on the desk. 

He had been staring at the book in front of him for a while, he didn't really have any idea how long, but none of the words were actually soaking in. His knee bounced at supersonic speed. 

He swiveled around in his chair to face Hunk's back, as Hunk was currently writing down the answers to whatever questions had been assigned for the homework for whatever it was that Lance's brain refused to read.

Hunk smelled how worked up Lance was getting, so he sat up and turned to face him. "Are you really that much behind? You should've said something, man, I would've helped you study." Hunk's brow was lowered but he gave Lance a tentative smile. 

School was always a touchy subject for Lance, Hunk knew that. But Lance knew that Hunk would never hold Lance's struggle with proving his intelligence against him. 

Lance sighed and rubbed his face. His eyes were tired. His chest was tight with pent up energy and frustrations.

"Yeah, I know, and I know that Pidge would probably help if I asked him, even though we just met him the beginning of this year, but I don't want to be the weak link, I don't want to be the slacker, I don't want to be annoying and constantly asking for help, I just, can't do it." 

Lance's shoulders slumped. He stared down at his fingers while he picked at his nails. 

Hunk took a deep breath and let himself scent the room just a bit, trying however he could to help Lance calm down. "Buddy, there's nothing wrong with you, your brain is wired differently and there's absolutely nothing wrong with that." 

Lance glanced up at him and gave a weak smile. "Thanks, Hunk."

"That smile was so fake, my grandma's teeth are suing." 

“Oh my gosh, Hunk, no, that was too smooth,” Lance said, shaking his head and trying.to not smile.

Hunk smiled back at him. “I’m not wrong. But seriously, dude, it’s okay. I know the Garrison is really bad with giving accommodations, but that doesn’t mean that I am or Pidge is.”

Lance tilted his head and shrugged. “You guys are both really busy with your own workloads and responsibilities, I don’t want to be more work for you guys, that’s rude and annoying, and I don’t want to be rude and annoying. I should be able to do this kind.of thing myself, everyone else can, I’m just, I don’t know, it just doesn’t work right, my brain doesn’t work right.” He took a deep breath and stared at the floor. He wiggled his legs and tapped his fingers on his thighs.

Hunk was quiet for a moment, pushing his chair side to side with his feet. Their room was getting messy, they needed to clean up a bit before bed tonight.

He stood and pulled Lance up into a hug. Lance didn’t hug back, just stood in his arms, so Hunk scented him lightly. Lance relaxed and took a deep breath in, bathing his senses with the beta calm.

“You’re not annoying or a burden. I know we don’t talk about it, but I’m really glad Keith flunked out, I don’t know how I would survive the Garrison without my best friend. And we don’t know Pidge really well yet, but he seems friendly and I’m sure he wants to get into the simulator just as much as we do. The three of us are a team, and you’re a really important part of that team, Lance, you’re our pilot, we need you, okay?”

Lance nodded slightly. “Okay.”

“No, I mean that. You’re basically family, Lance. I’m on your side.”

Lance looked up at him. “You really mean all of that?”

Hunk nodded. “Of course I do, buddy, why would I lie about this?”

Lance took a deep breath and let out a quivery chirp. It was uneven and hesitant, extremely high pitched and it broke off sharply at the end.

Hunk felt his chest swell a bit. Lance smiled, uncertainty and vulnerability in his eyes. Hunk beamed down at his best friend. 

 "Thank you," Hunk said. 

 Lance nodded. "Thank you, too." 

 They stood like that for a while longer, because they'd forgotten how nice it was just to have someone you care about holding you. When they let go, they both quietly started tidying up the desks, the beds, the floor. 

Within half an hour, it was mandatory lights out and they were both curled up, listening to their breaths in the almost-silent room. The walls around them were still and the.boys were still. 

"Does this mean I'm part of your pack now?" Hunk whispered. 

Lance rolled over to face Hunk's side of the room, blinking at the dark. "Yeah. I mean, you're the first person I've ever, like, chirped for. Outside of my family, I mean." 

His cheeks felt an odd heat and he was glad that it was dark. Was he proud of embarrassed? He couldn't tell. 

"That makes it even more special then! I'm buying you a cookie tomorrow, okay? Double chocolate chip, does that sound good?" Hunk shifted in his bed and a small creak crossed the room.

 Lance smiled and turned over onto his stomach and rested his chin on his pillow. "That sounds amazing, yes please!" 

 Hunk.yawned softly. "Will do, buddy!" 

 Silence fell over the room again and Lance pressed his face into the pillow. He would build a great pack for himself, he knew he would. And it couldn't have started with anybody other than the best friend Lance could ever ask for. 

~

"Really, it's just a matter of shutting up. Which, yeah, I know, is really hard to do, same, but, just, try to remember to shut your mouth?" 

Lance rolled his eyes at Pidge. "Yeah, thanks." 

Pidge sighed. "No. Not like that." 

Lance squinted at Pidge, and tilted his head to the side. "How else could you mean that?" 

Pidge groaned and looked down. "Like, I know it's hard, I know exactly how hard it can be to just stop talking, but I know how much it helps to learn how to. People stop giving you the Looks, people actually start listening to what you've said, they tolerate you more."

Lance nodded and gave a shrug. "Okay." 

"Lance?" 

"Pidge?"

"Almost always I'll be willing to listen to whatever bullcrap you have to say. I mean, sometimes I'm in a bad mood and sometimes I need to focus, and that's when I'll tell you to shut up, and I'll mean it, but usually, I won't mind. I like you bugging mw, it reminds me of —" Pidge's words broke off into a cough. 

Lance raised his eyebrows af his friend. Pidge smiled back weakly. "I'm just telling you, I'm listening and I care. I'm really here for you, okay?" 

Lance smiled back and felt a tapping from the inside of his heart. He held his arms open and Pidge hesitantly walked into them, and they exchanged an extremely awkward hug. 

On letting go, Lance looked down at Pidge, took a breath deep enough to fill his entire diaphragm and let an unsteady but unbroken chirp out, loud enough to reverberate just a bit off the walls of the small study room. 

Pidge gave Lance an incredulous look. "Really? Me?" 

He snorted. "Yeah, really. We may not be best friends but, you remind me of family, and you really care, at least a little bit, so, you're pack, if that's alright with you?" 

Pidge nodded slowly. "Yeah. That's totally alright, it's kind of an honor right? Thanks, man." 

They exchanged smiles and a fist bump and then silently agreed to settle back down with their class assignments. 

Lance was a bit surprised with himself and the impromptu chirping. But not disppointed, not regretful. Pidge would be a good pack member too. 

Lance let out a small sigh and chirped quietly to himself, right inside his throat. His pack would be amazing. 

~

"So, I am quite interested in learning more about your kind, Lance," Allura said. 

Lance raised his eyebrows. "My kind?" 

Allura nodded. "Humans. Specifically, I'm very curious about these dynamics you've all spoken of." 

They were sitting on the sunken couch, across from one another. Allura sat up straight, ankles crossed and hands clasped neatly on her lap. Lance was leaning back, his hands behind his head and knees spread wide. 

"Oh, yeah, haha, well, what would you like to know?" Lance tried to avoid clearing his throat obnoxiously. 

Allura leaned forward slightly and smiled warmly at him. "Well, what are these dynamics and how do they apply to you paladins, and how does that affect your relationships with those who do not have these dynamics?" 

Lance sat quietly for a moment, trying to pull his thoughts together. He didnt want to sound like an idiot in front of the princess. Why couldn't she have asked Pidge or Shiro? 

He sucked in a deep breath. "Well, there are three dynamics. Omega, Beta, and Alpha. Um, Alphas are like the protector leader types, but, that doesn't mean that only Alphas can lead? That's like, stupid old-timey thinking. Betas are like, the peacekeepers, they're the calming ones, the chill ones. And Omegas are the like, the caretakers? And, really, it's just about what kind of instincts are the strongest I think, because I've met some heartless Omegas and some careless Betas, and everyone is allowed to be who they are you know? Dynamics dont override personalities." 

Lance chuckled and shook his head, thinking about people from Earth that he missed. His smile faded a bit.

"And how they affect us? Well, it affects everyone differently, but it also allows us to have, uh, closer bonds? But, separately, um, well, Shiro, Keith, and Pidge are Alphas, so, sometimes they get really aggressive and they sometimes go through these things called ruts, but we don't have to talk about that right now, and also they can be more forward than they think they're being. Now, Hunk, he's a Beta, so he's really chill but he's also the one who's gonna be breaking up the most fights, unless it's like a really serious Alpha Alpha fight thing, then that's my job, because I'm an Omega. Which, means, like, I'm supposed to like, take care of everyone emotionally? And do, like, home ec stuff, but honestly Hunk is a way better cook than I am, so he's beter suited to do that stuff. Also, I get heats, but again, we don't need to go into that."

Lance paused again. "What was the last question?" He wrinkled his nose and his eyebrows creased as he tried to think back and remember. 

"How do these dynamics affect relationships with Coran and I, or anyone else without them?" Allura's wide eyes were focused on Lance's face. 

Lance shrugged and smiled. "I dunno, really. I've never known someone without a dynamic, it's one of those weird new alien things." 

Allura nodded and was quiet for a minute. "So, are you all like, a family then?" 

Lance grimaced, thinking of Shiro and Keith. "Hunk and Pidge are part of my pack, my family sorta, yes, but, only them." 

Allura looked down at the floor, then looked back up at Lance, her eyebrows furrowed. "It's all very interesting, though, I am very curious how you mark a difference between those who are, er, pack members and those who are not?" 

Lance nodded and smiled. "Well, scents, and everyone has their own scent and--" he tilted his head back and pointed at one of his scent glands "--we all have a few of these bad boys on us, and when we smell like each other, other people can smell it on us and it's like having, uh, maybe like a sign? That says, "I have an Alpha and a Beta in my pack," at least in my case that's what it says." 

Allura nodded but still had a look of dissatisfaction on her face. "How does one become part of a pack?" 

Lance sat forward. "Omega perk, at least by tradition. You can have a pack without Omegas, of course, but, when an Omega is around, they get to choose, and they get the final say on who can or can't be in a pack. Traditionally." 

Allura nodded and smiled. "And how is this done?" 

Lance smiled and stood up. He held out a hand. Allura stood and took his hand gingerly. Lance took a deep breath and let out two solid chirps, straight from his throat. Not very loud, but strong chirps. 

Allura tilted her head. "What does that mean?" 

Lance laughed nervously and let go of her hand. "It means youre part of my pack. You've treated us well, whether it was out of necessity or not, you've treated us well, and, I trust you, and this is my way of thanking you, I guess?" He tried to will away the blush he could feel spreading across his cheeks. 

Allura smiled warmly at him and nodded seriously. "Thank you, too, Lance, I understand that this is an important ordeal for you humans, I don't take it lightly." 

Lance nodded back at her. He pointed a thumb at the door, and took a step in that direction. "I'm gonna, go tell Hunk and Pidge." 

Allura nodded and gave a small wave goodbye as he left. 

~

Lance groaned and sat up. He took a deep breath in then froze. He opened his eyes and gave a weak smile. "Hello?" His voice was thick with sleep. 

Shiro was standing beside his bed, staring at him with an awkward smile plastered on his face. "Good morning, Lance." 

Lance scooted back and rubbed his eyes. Tucking his legs in, he motioned for Shiro to sit down on the bed. 

Shiro sat down and looked at Lance. "So, Lance, is there, something wrong?" 

Lance squinted at the man. "What?" He fought back a yawn. 

Shiro frowned and seemed to be deliberating something. He opened his mouth slightly, shut it, then opened it again to say, "Have I done something to offend you, or make you not like me?" 

Lance shook his head. "No? Why?" 

Shiro looked down at his hands, which were tightly gripping his knees. "I think of all of you paladins-- and Allura and Coran-- as," he paused, taking a deep breath, then looking Lance straight in the eye, "as my pack. And, I respect that you're a more traditional Omega, I do, and I understand that you've already started your pack, I just..." Shiro looked down at his hands again. "Is there any chance that I might be able to join your pack at some point in time?" He swallowed hard and looked up at Lance. 

Lance was covering his mouth, trying his hardest not to laugh. 

Shiro slouched just slightly, then nodded. "I understand, Lance, please--" 

Lance grabbed Shiro's hand and chirped loudly, multiple times, and then scented lightly. Shiro, completely perplexed, froze and looked at Lance.

Lance laughed quietly. "You've been my hero since before I even got into the Garrison. I didn't ask you to be part of my pack because I figured you wouldn't actually want to be part of my pack. I mean, sure, we're all stuck together out here, but that doesn't mean we have to be stuck together, you know?" 

Shiro nodded. "I do understand that, but I do want to be part of your pack, Lance, I already consider all of you my pack, this," he gestured between them, "just officializes it in my mind." He paused for just a moment. "Also, you're a wonderful Omega, and our pack is wonderful, and there may be many wonderful people on Earth too, but no one there is really going to understand what all this has been like as well as you guys do and will. We're stuck together, and that's good." 

Lance chirped again, once and much softer. "Thank you, Shiro." 

Shiro nodded and gave Lance a smile that warmed his eyes up even more than usual. "Thank you, Lance." 

Shiro cleared his throat and Lance let go of his hand. Shiro stood and gave Lance a small nod. "I'll leave and let you get ready for the day, sorry for the intrusion." Shiro have a sheepish grin. 

Lance waved his hand and stretched his legs out across his bed again. "Ah, it's fine, glad we got that sorted out." 

Shiro nodded and then walked out. Lance waited until the door slid closed to lay back down and close his eyes. He wanted at least ten more minutes of sleep before his day actually started.

~

Coran whistled cheerily as he and Lance worked to do their cleaning. Lance never even really complained about it anymore, because he liked the focus he got from being able to just zone in on something to clean it and make sure he'd done his job. 

Sure, Coran's stories could get long-winded, but when Lance was focusing? He could tune just about anything out without even trying. 

Suddenly he stopped. "Hey Coran?" 

"Yes, my boy?" The Altean didn't even turn around, or stop wiping at the control panel. 

Lance took a deep breath and let out a sharp series of chirps. "You're part of my pack now, I just wanted you to know that I appreciate you and all the work you do around here, and youre kinda insane, but I think that just helps us all stay a bit more sane, and thank you." 

Coran turned around and gave him a smile. "Thank you, Lance, now could you pass me that rag?" 

Lance knew that Coran was normally one for theatrics, but the Altean knew when to be more reserved too. Lance appreciated that effort to reassure Lance that, yes, Coran most definitely understood the seriousness of this subject, knew that Lance didn't want to hash out every detail or mame a huge ringing announcement or anything like that. 

Lance's pack seemed to be growing faster than he could really imagine, but, he liked the choices he was making. These people truly were his pack, they deserved his chirps. 

~

The whole team was sitting around the table, eating their dinner. There had been a battle the day before, and everyone was starting to feel more normal again, ready to joke and laugh, able to feel something other than the weight of war in their hearts. 

Pidge told a joke that made Hunk snort his alien pouch drink out of his nose, making everyone laugh, even if they didn't like Pidge's joke. 

Lance looked around the table at these people, his people, his pack, and started chirping to himself, then a bit louder, just so they could all hear him. 

The sound of Omegan chirps put a contented smile on everyone's faces. 

Almost everyone, anyways. 

"Is that it then?" a calm voice asked. 

Lance looked over at Keith. "What?" 

Keith's eyes were fixed wholly on Lance's face. "Does this mean i get to be part of your pack then?" 

"What do you mea-- oh my god I never asked you to be part of my pack, I'm so sorry." Lance looked slightly panicked as he nodded at Keith. "I've been meaning to tell you, for, like, a week, I forgot I hadnt, oh my gosh."

Pidge snorted. "Leave it to you, Lance." 

Lance pointed his fork at Pidge. "Watch it." He turned back to Keith. "Yes, this is it, you're part of my pack." 

Keith smiled softly at Lance. "Thanks." 

Lance nodded and took another bite of his meal. He glanced around at his pack. 'I was right,' he thought to himself. 'A great pack. And I built it myself.' He smiled at the thought before rejoining the conversation.

[theaterboyinwonderland]

U make me answer 25 q I make u answer 1-50 :^)

Hey! Fuck you you hoe :D Tumblr mobile wouldnt let me.copy paste so i wrote this shit in a google doc admire how.much energy i put into this. You fuck 1) counter couch or top of the dryer? Easy couch its comfy and easy to sit on. Plus diff postions are easier2) Your last sexual encounter? Good or bad and why? Depends,  do u count phone sex? If so ugh…? A week ago? irl probs like...4 or 5 months ago. For real sex like 2 or 3 years. Phone sex was good! My mans hot. Irl dude was also goo! Hes a pretty close friend ive hooked up with b4 and probs will later but eh. And for real sex god he sucked. Last longer bro3)Fictional person you think would be good in bed? Lust from FMA.4)Something that never fails to make you horny?  A guy biting my neck and saying “like that baby/love/ect” my neck is SUPER sensitive and a homie love a good pet name5)Where is one place youd never have sex? A hospice 6)The most awkward moment during a sexual experience was when? I was with the dude from 2 and we were both WASTED. He like wanted me.to blow him so naturally i did but he thrusted into me without telling me. Now heres the thing i got a gag reflex but i can control it kinda well. Drunk me however cant and if a long phallic thing goes down outta nowhere i also cant. Anyway so i puked on him. Needless to say we didnt finish that night. 7) Weirdest thing to ever turn you on? When i was a kid id get horny  hearing the sex sounds from fable. Which after replaying them are SOOO bad8)What is the best way to sexually bind someone?Im a sub bottom dude dont fuvking ask me. Probs get them to love you?9)Fastest way to make you horny? Pin me to a bed force eye contact and then kiss/bite me neck/throat. Dirty talk also helps.10Top or bottom? Bottom 11)We were about to have sex but then…. I probs said im tired 12)Is one orgasm enough ? Are multiple necessary? SEE…depends..i fucking HATE over stim. I legit banned jd from doing it to me. THAT BEING SAID. If irs an ALL NIGHT thing and i only.cum.once (probs at the end edging fuck) im gonna be a mess. 13)Something you've hidden in your room that you dont want anyone to find? The body14)Weirdest  nickname a SO has ever called you? Ugh...idk ive never gotten more than babe till i started dating jd and his are nice like baby/my prince/my everything. I use cringy ones like darling  sweetie honey. Ughh t help one guy see if he liked she/her pronouns i called him princess. He later decided he like he/him so i just called him my prince15)Two things u like about oral? Taste, hearing a guy get more horny and start that low whimper/moan when they're close.16) weirdest sexual act someone has ever preformed  or tried to perform on you? All of my so and shit are basic af. Bondage and a collar are the furthest anyone has asked me. Though  a random asked if i was cool with water sports.17)Have u ever tasted yourself? Ive tasted my cum and it was….okay? Ive never sucked myself a bitcg aint flexable.18)Is it ever okay to not use a condom? Ive…never���..used….one...haha….19)Who was the sexiest teacher u ever had? I never had one but FUCK there one this one just outta college  history teacher (who apt had a big dick) and like DAMN he was fine.20)A food you would like to use during a sexual experience? I dont really wanna do food stuff? Its to messy and like...a waste of food? 21)How big is to big? 10+22)One sexual thing you would never do? IF YOUR FEET EVEN COME CLOSE TO FUCKING TOUCHING ME.23)biggest turn on? Wasn't this a q already? On a guy in gen i love singers. Abs and blonde hair dont hurt. Also being taller than me.24)Three spots that drive u insane? Neck hips collar bone25)Worst possible time to get horny? At work sense i work with old people (hey cas coulda stopped here you furry pope fucker)26)Do u like it when yoursexual partner moans? HELL FUCKING YEAH I DO! Im super audio based and i lovethat. I also have a praise kink so like moans are basically praise27)Worst sexual idea you ever had? What if i was straight?28)How much fapping is to much fapping? Ugh...HMMM...if you do it more than 3 times EVERY day maybe stop 29)Best sexual compliment youve ever had? So at the party me and the friend were at there wa:. Him. My ex. And another fuck buddy of.mine. a q came up about who gives rhe best head and whos the best kisser AND ALL OF THEM SAID ME. I was like “i am a damn good kisser “ and my ex said “fuck ya he is”30)Bald, landing strip, jumanji? Do whatever idc. Hairs hair.31)Is it good sex if you dontnut? No. Im impatient and needy.32) If they *love me* we fucking33)Fav part of your body? My eyes! I think they're nice. Other than that i hate myself lmao34)Fav forplay activities.  Idk never done much. Pinned make out sound like a blast with grinding35)Love or sex? Love. Id rather have someone who really cares about me over a good fuck.36)What do u wear to bed? Underwear.  Im not a pj or commando kinda guy37)First time u masturbated? Ugh….i must been like 11? It was b4 like i ever knew what it was and b4 i could cum. 38)Do u have any nude/masturbating pics/ videos of yourself? My boyfriend lives in another country, what do u think?39)Have you ever/when was the last time u had sex outside. Ive never had SEX but ive blown a couple.dudes in either a park or a park bathroom.  One time.in a casino parking lot40)Have/wouldu have sex in public. See 39? Full blown sex PROBS NAH but bjs probs 41)Have/would u have a 3some?Ive had one! The ex and the fuck buddy while me and the ex were together.  We never fucked but we all blew each other. Slash im down for a polyam resltionship if my partner is so id always be down. Slash slash me and jd are horny as fuck and have talked about having threesomes b4 so ye42)What is 1 random object you've used to masturbate? Ugh…? I humped my bed b4? Idfk?43)Have/would u ever masturbate at work/school. Ive blown several guys at school. So yeah id jo there.  Work ive debated but thats cause SOMEONE os a fucking tease. 44)Have/would u ever have sex on a plane. No45)What is one song youd like.to have sex to? Dead girl walking.46)What is something nonsexual that makes you horny ? Hey fuck u i said this one47)Most attractive celeb? Thomas sanders or tom holland. now THATD be a threesome. Please no one show thomas this.48)Do u watch gay/lesbian poor? Why/why not? HMM I FUCKING WONDER49) If a child was born on the occasion of the last time u had sex, how old would that child be? 2 or 3 years old. God i need to get fucked. Soon50)Has anyone ever posted nude pics of.you online? No and if they do I'll murder the prick.Thanks for the qs cas i stg the next time u post an over 50 ask im.making u do them all :’) love you bb 💛 that was more fun than i thought itd be

[deliverydefresas]

we know the start, we know the end, masters of the scene

here you have it my friends, part 3. shout out to my baked goods for helping me in this long and boring process xD 

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AU: Matteo Balsano is a famous singer who has been crushing on this one girl he saw every day behind a window many years ago, back when he first started recording his debut album and inspired his first big hit, “Princesa”. Luna Valente, professional Olympic skater turned actress is at a local (and very popular) talk show to promote her breakout movie. This is where it all starts.

BENSON VS SMITH: LOVE RIVALS?

After a couple of weeks of the stars of SHATTERED WINGS being photographed together with Matteo Balsano in what appeared to be a heated discussion, sources to the off and on couple conformed by Smith and Balsano, confirm it was all caused by Smith’s jealousy.

The actress was apparently ‘incredibly upset’ when she learnt what had really happened in JA JAZMIN’s dressing room minutes prior to their cast interview in the show, more so after in said interview Mexico’s ‘Little Sun’ hinted the incident to its international audience.

However, as their promotional tour around the globe for their very acclaimed movie continues, the duo has done nothing but deny all rumors regarding their rivalry; with Smith going as far as calling Balsano ‘an idiot I wouldn’t fight over for’. Benson affirms it’s a matter taken out of context by the fans and media.

The SHATTERED WINGS stars are set to return to the city after two months on the road two days from now, bringing home numerous ticket records from all around the world, as well as the critic’s overruling acceptance.

For more scoop on these three, click here!

Had it really been two months?

They hadn’t even able to finish their conversation, much less his apology from coming off as a creep. Now it’d been two months, and probably wouldn’t have the chance to see her again. Ámbar had warned him she’d kick his balls if he even dared to ask about her when she came back, and his relationship with Simón was anything but close to ask such manner.

Basically, he’d be stuck in her mind as a creepy memory. He didn’t like it, but he might as well accept it until he found a way to clear the water; not only for her sake, but for his too.

“You keep track of the media, now? We have a PR team for that, y’know?” his manager asked from over his shoulder, not missing the open article on his phone.

“I’m not. It was just a suggested article, that’s all.”

“Suggested means you’ve read articles like that one more than once.” Delfi arched her brow, questioning him while she sat on the chair next to his. Maybe citing her in his apartment wasn’t a good idea, he had no way to evade her questions in his own home.

“Maybe Gastón has.”

“From your phone?” He didn’t have an answer for that. “Hey, it’s okay, I’m not judging you. There’s nothing wrong with keeping personal tabs about what the world has to say about you. Just don’t get too fixated on with it, it’s not healthy.”  

“It’s not even an article about myself.” He admitted. There were no secrets between them, and he’d learnt that the cleanest they were between each other, the less problematic it’d get when it came to talk about and planning his career moves. Plus, Delfina knew how to keep everything confidential, which was the reason he’d chosen to take Ámbar’s advice so many years ago when she suggested Delfi to work with.

“Let me guess, this is about the Sol girl?”

“Luna.” He corrected quickly, not even realizing he’d done it until Delfi gave him ‘the look’. She didn’t comment on it, though.

“Luna, right. What worries you in that matter? You were the one who told me not to release any statement.”

“I guess I just – I don’t know, she’s new to this world.”

“Are you worried she can’t handle it? I wouldn’t, I know her team, she’s in good hands. And from what Pedro has told me, Simón warned her about everything that’d come her way, so she wouldn’t walk in blind.”

He’d forgotten she was seeing Simón’s best friend. “Still, I haven’t apologized yet.”

“Is this the reason of your writing block?” she asked suspiciously, folding her arms. Her tone wasn’t accusative, nor was her face annoyed, but he still felt bad it was that noticeable.

“Is it that obvious?”

“You’re not subtle, buddy, but don’t worry because no one else has noticed.” Yet. “You got time, the deadline isn’t for another year, there’s no pressure from the label.”

“But?” he knew better than to think there wasn’t one.

“But you know post-production is long AF, and your perfectionist ass will drag it as much as your brain can… if you don’t hurry with the base songs it’ll only make it longer.”    

He groaned lowly, “I know.”

“I’m going now. I’ll call you tomorrow to schedule another time, okay?” She told him as she stood from her seat to grab her purse. Their meeting had gone nowhere, but then again, he had no progress in his songwriting and he was on a break until his next album released, so there wasn’t much to discuss to begin with. “I’d advise you to go and try to find yourself a muse, though.”

“Yeah, I’ll-” Wait. A muse. He needed to find his muse. Matteo called for her before she could get out of the apartment, startling the even more confused girl.

“I need you to help me find her.”

“Are you excited to be back?”

“Aren’t you excited to be back? This is huge for you Nina!” she told her friend excitedly, holding onto her arm while they walked through the airport to wait for Simón, who was picking them up. “A new book! That’s not an everyday thing!”

“It’s just a photography book, Luna. Not a big deal.”

“Just? What have I told you of selling yourself short? The book and the quotes are beautiful and it’s definitely a big deal!”

Nina beamed at her, “thank you. I’m nervous, what if people don’t like it as much as the others? I would die if it flops, or if they question why I’m even still coming out with these.”

“Nonsense! Felicity’s fans are loyal, and they’ll love your work no matter what, have more faith in them!” she bumped her shoulder against her lightly.

“You never answered me.”

“About what?”

It was Nina’s turn to bump her shoulder. “I asked you if you were excited.”

“I’m so happy I’ll finally be in my bed again. I hate sleeping in unfamiliar places.”  

“You got to sleep on your house in México, though.”

“I almost didn’t leave.” She admitted with a giggle.

Both fell into a comfortable silence afterwards, in no hurry to keep the conversation flowing. Travelling together, living together, and knowing each other after so many years made it easy to stay in silence without it being awkward. Simón joked all the time that they were a married couple, and the only thing they needed now was a dog (mostly because he wanted one, too), and Luna could swear they’d have one already if it weren’t for Nina being strongly allergic to pets.

That, and that their time was mostly spent travelling between competitions and cool places for Nina to take photographs for her blog or her books.

She sighed silently when she remembered the competitions. Now that her ties with the movie were almost over, she needed to get her thoughts straight and decide what she was going to do next. Will she be able to compete again after the break? Did she even want to? Everyone had warned her already that everything in the skating community would change for her after this. More exposure usually meant double the pressure; and she wasn’t sure it’d sit well with her. She skated because she loved to, not because she wanted to be the best, or have everyone thinking she was. Juliana had told her that was why she fought so hard for her to play her in her movie, why she reminded her of herself.

But, did she want to change her career? She loved the experience of acting, loved how fun it was to pretend to be someone else for a while every day, but she didn’t love it the way she’d seen Ámbar do it. For the blonde, you could see, hear, feel how much she loved what she did. The girl poured everything into what she did, and she succeed marvelously. The thing all critics agreed on from all over the continents was exactly that: Luna glowed the most when she was skating, and when she spoke about how much the sport meant for her; yet, Ámbar shone in all of hers because she made you believe them, which made up for her lack of experience in the sport.

So, now she had to pick what exactly to do. If she wanted to go to the next Olympics she’d have to start her training as soon as possible, even if she was on a technical ‘break’.

“What are you thinking so hard about?”

“Huh?”

Nina smiled, “you seemed to be lost – even more than usual- in your thoughts. What’s up?”

“Nothing, just… the future, I guess.” She sighed again. Luckily, her friend knew her better than anyone and gave her a short, but strong, hug.

“You still have some time to think about it, don’t go crazy.”

“Time flies, though.”

“Aren’t you the first to say time isn’t real?” Nina joked, mocking her accent a little.

“I don’t speak like that!”

Both laughed, ignoring the annoyed looks some – probably jetlagged- people threw their way.

“But, for real, Luna, you don’t even have to choose between the two. You can always pick something else; some people will be disappointed, yes, but it’s your choice. Do what makes you happy.”

“What would I do without you, Watson?” she half joked, half seriously questioned. Nina beamed at her once more.

“The same thing I’d be without you – be my less great self.”  

“True that.” Luna pretended to cheer with her imaginary cup, her friend being quick to follow her suit. “Now, call Simon. He’s late and Felicity can’t be late for her own book release.”

“Aye, aye, capt’n!”

He wasn’t going to lie, he was nervous. (He also could almost hear Gastón’s voice in his head correcting him to nervous-wreck – he kinda agreed).

Delfi, bless her, hadn’t even bait an eye when he asked her to ask Pedro about Luna’s possible whereabouts in the city. He felt like a total stalker, so he ruled out her house and the rink she skated at, as well as the gym and Simón’s apartment. Thankfully, Delfi was able to get him last-minute invitations to an event she was going to be at.

Originally, he’d thought about going solo, so the possible – or most likely, probable- embarrassments would be for him only to know. However, as soon as Gastón heard the event was Felicity For Now’s newest book launch he’d made him ask Delfi for a plus one pass (God forbid his friend asked his ex for a favor). And, since Pedro was apparently a close friend to Felicity herself, she tagged along too. She was a lot more considerate than Gastón, though, because she promised not to cross him while his ‘apology’ took place.

“I can’t believe we’re going to see Felicity’s real identity.” Gastón gushed beside him, now at the party, careful to keep his tone low. Not because he didn’t want to embarrass him, but himself.

“Calm down, fanboy. We still have the whole party to look forward to.”

Matteo, on his own, was more worried about making himself look like a fool. He knew he’d already stood out – his black suit was a lot more formal than everyone else’s semi-formal attire- but if that wasn’t enough, the way he kept glancing around like a lost puppy made more than person stare at him for a moment.

He was too concentrated on finding her on the crowd.

Not that the crowd was too big – it was rather small, actually- but still, he didn’t want to miss her; if she was there at all.

“Do you know how long I’ve wondered who she was or how she looked like? Years! I’ll finally put a face to the character!”

“Character? I thought her book was consisted only of pictures.”

“Well, yeah. They’re pictures but they’re ordered in a sequence that tells you about her life and short quotes to help you understand the concept. It’s like a photographic journal of herself.”

“Yet she never shows her face?”  

“Nope, it’s always shadowed or blurred out.” Gastón sounded bummed out by this. He must’ve really been wondering about this mystery girl longer that he knew about. Matteo felt almost bad he wasn’t aware of this, even if his best friend never really told him about his fanboy life.

He palmed his back lightly, “cheer up, bud. Tonight’s your night.”

“Matteo, Gastón!” he knew that voice. When he turned to the direction of the call, he wasn’t surprised to see Simón. Matteo should’ve figured out that if not only Luna, but Pedro were here, then he would too.

“Hi, man.”

The guitarist threw him a smile. “What a surprise! I’ve never seen you two in events like these before.”

“Yeah, well, Gastón here is a big fan of hers.” He pointed to his friend, “and I was free from songwriting, so I came too.”

“How’s that coming along? Wrote another hit yet?”

Matteo grimaced slightly, “I’m blocked, so no. How’s your album?”

“Ouch, man, that sucks.” Simón patted his shoulder sympathetically, “we’re still editing ours out, gotta choose the right songs before we pass the final demo.”

That brought back memories. Hadn’t they been in the same exact situation six years ago, the same day he saw her for the first time? He, staring on a blank music sheet, desperately trying to find inspiration for his debut album, while Simón – and her- were on the room across listening and trying to choose which tracks to pass?

He mentally sighed. Everyone was right, he was a creep.

Simón must’ve not noticed his momentary train to his memories, because he continued talking, “- she’s not here yet, if she’s the one you’ve been looking for the past hour. Felicity is arriving with her.”

“Who?”

The guitarist was amused. “Luna. She’s arriving with Felicity in ten minutes.” His heart almost busted with this information. However, when he realized what Simón was probably thinking, he went into denying mode.

“Oh- no, no, no. I wasn’t- I didn’t- she’s not why-” Simón laughed.

“Don’t worry, man, Delfi explained to us you came to apologize to her for the headlines. It’s chill.”

He was so firing her for this (no, he wasn’t). “She did?”

“Getting last-minute invitations for this is hard, if not impossible. Especially since Ni- Felicity handpicks her guests for privacy reasons.”

“I didn’t know Delfi was that close with her.”

“She’s not, Pedro is. I gave my five cents in your favor, too.”

“Thank you.” He meant it. Simón just patted his shoulder once more and reminded him of the time, pointing to the entrance before leaving to mingle with other guests. A question popped in his head, “are they always late?”

Gastón, who’d remained quiet during his exchange with Simón, chuckled, “you really went to la la lunaland, didn’t you?” Matteo flipped him off, “Simón said he was late to pick them up at the airport, so they went behind schedule because of this.”

His friend went quiet after this, anxiously waiting for the main door to open. Matteo sipped on his forgotten drink, trying to calm his own nerves. Five minutes later, it happened.

The door opened, and in came Luna and her friend – Felicity, as his friend had mumbled beside him, smiling and hugging everyone that came to greet them. He noticed how Luna would fall a couple steps back from the photographer, letting her take all the attention.

He wanted to go there and say hi, he really did, but it was as if he was glued to his spot. Watching her laugh, smile, and talk to others from afar was the sight he was used to, and to get closer, on his own (Gastón had fled to Felicity as soon as she’d entered) was something he wasn’t sure he was ready for.

Just jail him already, really. His creepiness was scaring him too.

In the end, he waited until the whole book introduction was made, the food was eaten, drinks were drunk, to go ask her for a minute (or twenty). When she saw him, he could see she was taken aback; no one had told her he’d be there, however, she still smiled at him.

“Hi.” Gosh, was he lame.

“Hi!” she managed to sound somewhat excited to see him. Surprising, really.

“Do you think I could steal you for a couple minutes? I still haven’t apologized.” He got closer, being careful not to step into her personal bubble, and offered her his hand.

She didn’t even hesitate to take it, leading him to a quiet place to talk. They ended up in the terrace, sitting down on a bench near a lit – and warm- candle arrangement.

He wasn’t sure how to begin his apology. Should he just say sorry? Should he explain why he knew her? Why he knew she liked to be called Luna instead of Sol? Should he pretend he was star-struck that day?

“I’m sorry.”

That wasn’t his voice speaking for him.

“What?”

Luna sighed quietly, posing her bright green eyes on his own, “I know it’s my fault our names – and Ámbar’s- have been on the headlines lately. I’m sorry I put you in this situation, it must be very annoying, since you’re on your break from it.”

He shook his head, “no, no, no, no. It’s my fault. I was the one who dragged Ámbar with me and the only one who should be apologizing for my actions the night we met.” He didn’t add that his creepiness was an on-going thing, “you have nothing to apologize for. It’s all on me.”

Her face scrunched up. It was cute. “I was the one who answered wrongly with Jazmín. Had I not, the media would have no idea, or perhaps would write a different story.”

“That’s on Jazmín, not on you, Luna. She lives for making other people gossip about their lives.”

“Still, I feel bad and I apologize for it.”

Matteo sighed, “I told you, you have no reason to do so. I, on the other hand, am sorry I came off like I did. I just, well, you remind me of someone I met many years ago.”

She smiled, “do I?”

“Yeah. She was just as tiny and pocket-sized.”

“Okay, now you’re pulling my leg.” Luna laughed, her bright eyes shinning even more as the laughter reached them.

“Jokes aside, I’m sorry I made you feel uncomfortable.” Her smile remained.

“Apology accepted; but only if you accept mine.”

“Oh, but I can’t do that. Such a beautiful miss like yourself shouldn’t be apologizing for nothing.” He could see her compliment affected her in the light pink shade that now covered her cheeks, “besides, you seem to be forgetting I’ve been on the headlines longer than you. This is nothing, really.”

“But you’re on a break.”

He sighed, “yes, but like it or not it’s still publicity. It helps me stick around for a little longer.”

“So, you don’t mind being in the headlines even if they’re lies?”

“They have an image of me already; it’s not a lie, and it’s not a truth, but it’s still a part of who I am.” He had confused her now, he knew it. The small frown was proof of it. “If you choose to stick in this job you’ll understand.”

“I’m not sure I will.”

He guessed so. “Going for another gold, then?”

“Not sure of that, either.” That surprised him. Partly because he was sure she’d stick to skating, and partly because he couldn’t believe she was being this open. There was a reason he spoke in riddles sometimes, just like Ámbar, Simón, or literally any ‘famous’ person he knew. Privacy, and sometimes inner thoughts had to remain for close and trusty people only.

She’d just admitted something he knew she’d been avoiding in every interview he’d watched of her, and she’d done it freely. Was she this open always? Or did he give her the vibe that he could be trusted? Maybe she didn’t think it was as big of a deal as he did?

“Oh.”

“Yeah. I still have time, though. Not a lot, but there’s some.”

“There’s no bad in what makes you happy. I’d go for that.”

“Is that why you chose music? Because it makes you happy?” she questioned him, sincerely curious. He nodded.

“It’s the only constant thing that has made me happy since I was a kid. I fought hard for it, and I’m lucky it’s worked out this well.”

“Hmmm.”

“I’m glad I bore you.” He joked, when she seemed to be lost in her contemplating after a moment in silence. She laughed, shaking her head and making a couple ringlets fall around her neck.

“You don’t. You’re actually a quite good companion, I’d like to keep you as a friend.” She shot him a quick smile, “creepiness aside, you’re pretty cool.”

His heart did a flip. “Friends, huh?”

Luna offered her hand, beaming. “Friends.”  

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Hey Buddy

Request: Hey! Congrats on your writing anniversary! I was wondering if you could write a Dean x reader, where reader ran off not knowing she was pregnant, and Sam brings her back with their 2 year old. Dean should be mad, but really he's just glad she's back. Smut please? 

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,600ish

Warnings: minor language, smut

Well this was going to be awkward. It'd been awkward enough with Sam and he was good at dealing with that sort of thing. Dean...he was going to be a whole other issue.

“So...you look good,” said Sam, breaking the silence for the first time in three hours as he drove you back to the bunker. “He's cute.”

“He's got his father’s playfulness that's for sure,” you said, glancing back at the blonde tuft of hair that had his face jammed in his blanket while he slept. “Thanks for...ya know.”

“It used to be your house too,” said Sam.

“I just need a few days to hunt down this stupid pack so I can take him home again,” you said. You'd always wondered if something would come back to haunt you someday. A pack of werewolves wasn't exactly what you wanted your toddler around.

“Dean and I can do it. You guys just hang out somewhere safe for now,” said Sam, giving you a smile.

“Are you treating me like a civilian Sam Winchester?” you asked with an eyebrow raise. “I only need a place he's safe. I can handle the pack myself.”

“I don't know how soccer mom you've gotten to be just yet,” he said with a chuckle.

“He's too little for that yet. He likes cars and trucks though,” you said, Sam smiling.

“Is that why you left?” asked Sam, nodding back. “You didn't want him in this life?”

“I didn't even know Sam,” you said, running a hand through your hair. “He wasn't exactly planned. I just needed some time from Dean. Remember, we were arguing about the whole family thing?”

“You didn't want to marry him I recall,” said Sam, tilting his head at you.

“I did. Dean just...it was too fast for me Sammy. I thought how can the guy who barely believed me when I told him he was worth something actually know he wanted me? I didn't want us to be together and then have it all fall apart,” you said.

“I'm not taking sides. You just never came back. We never heard from you apart from you saying you were alright every once in a while,” said Sam.

“I was going to but then...Jack kind of showed up,” you said. “I thought staying away was best for him.”

“It probably was. Not telling Dean though…” said Sam. You turned to look out the window. “I guess you can stop beating yourself up over that now at least.”

“I've been doing it everyday for years Sam. This is only going to get worse once Dean knows, not better,” you said, glancing back at Jack.

Another hour or so and you were pulling up to the bunker, Baby parked outside. Jack immediately wanted to run over and look. You kept an eye on him as Sam pulled out your duffel and then Jack’s, slinging one over your shoulder but having it pulled away.

“You handle mini Dean over there,” said Sam. “He does look just like him with that plaid shirt on.”

“Whatever happens in there, just give us a few days so I can keep Jack safe,” you said. Dean wasn't going to be mad or pissed. He was going to be enraged, flip his shit so badly you'd probably be lucky to make it out of there alive.

“You're family, Y/N. We’ll always have your back,” said Sam. You picked up Jack and rested him on your hip, following Sam down the familiar steps and through the door. You missed this place so bad.

“You get her okay?” asked Dean, walking over from the library. He gave you a smile when he saw you and you hoped maybe this wouldn't be as bad as you feared.

“Hi Dean,” you said, almost shyly.

“Hi!” said Jack, reaching for Dean. You tried to rein him in but Dean shook his head and held out his arms, scooping him up.

“Hey buddy,” said Dean, holding him up high with both arms. “What's your name?”

“Jack Winchester,” he said. You froze, Sam dropping the bags to the ground. That wasn't exactly how you wanted this to happen.

“That's interesting,” said Dean, keeping a smile on his face as tucked Jack against him, sure to notice the hair and green eyes by now. “My last name is Winchester too.”

“Are you my Daddy?” he asked, the color draining from your face.

“I'm pretty sure buddy,” said Dean, turning to face you. You could only nod in horror. “Yup. I'm your Daddy.”

The sight of Jack reaching his arms around Dean made you groan. This was going to tear that poor boy up when he-

“I think your mommy and me need to talk Jackie. Okay?” said Dean, giving your son a tiny hug that made your heart melt.

“I’ll take him while you two figure things out,” said Sam, taking Jack from Dean. You sighed and followed Dean out of the library and down the hall to your old room. He shut the door quietly as you waited for the yelling to start.

“Let me just say something,” said Dean, standing in front of you, his hands on your arms. “I’m not mad.”

“How can you not be mad? I didn’t tell-”

“Y/N, this was not a place to raise a child. I had the mark back then, remember? One wrong move...you did the right thing keeping him away,” said Dean. “Not telling me...I wouldn’t have been able to do some of the things I had to the past few years if I knew I had a kid. I’m not angry with you.”

“Don’t let me off that easy,” you said, shrugging him off. “Yell at me. Do something.”

“Okay,” said Dean. He put his hands back on your arms and pulled you in close, pressing his lips to yours. You’d almost forgotten what it felt like to kiss him, the feeling it sent through you.

“Dean,” you said, panting when you both broke away. “That’s not what I meant.”

“Stay for good. I miss you. I want to know him. I’m better now. I mean, I still have a lot of the same problems but I’ve calmed it down,” said Dean.

“I never wanted him in this life,” you said. “Dean, our son-”

“We’ll make it work. Just stay a little while.”

Two Weeks Later

“Uh, hi,” said Dean, coming in his room late that night. “What are you doing in here?”

“I wanted to thank you for taking care of the pack. For how you are with him,” you said.

“I love the little guy,” said Dean. “I don’t know how you did it all alone.”

“I want him safe but I want him to have you too,” you said, staring at your lap from where you sat on Dean’s bed. “He deserves you, Dean. I’m the one that doesn’t.”

“I want both of you, sweetheart,” said Dean, shutting his door before climbing on the bed beside you. “I wasn’t lying when I said I’m not mad. Surprised? Yeah, that’s a word for it. But I can understand what you were doing, what I did to push you away in the first place. You’ve already stayed much longer than you were going to. It makes me think you might have forgiven me after all this time.”

“There’s nothing to forgive. I was going to come back, always. It just took me longer than I would have liked,” you said. 

“Me too. You did come back with a pretty kick ass surprise though,” said Dean, wrapping his arm around your waist, pulling you to lay down with him.

“You really like him?” you asked, finding no doubt in Dean’s eyes.

“I don’t like him. I love him. You gave him my last name too I noticed,” said Dean. You shrugged.

“You’re his father. There was a time when you wanted that to be my last name too,” you said.

“Still do. I’m going slower this time though. Not chancing that I’ll scare you off again,” said Dean, nuzzling his face against yours.

“You won’t,” you said, tilting your head back when Dean hit that spot he knew wound you up but finding him retreat. “I haven’t had any in close to three years Dean. Don’t tease a girl if you aren’t going to deliver.”

“None in three years? I better ease you back into this then,” said Dean, rolling to hover over you.

Not before long Dean was still hovering over you, clothes discarded, Dean keeping a steady rhythm as he pumped in and out of you. It was completely vanilla but Dean had changed. He wasn’t even focused on the end goal, on himself. He was murmuring sweet words into your ear, kissing your lips, pressing his forehead against yours, reminding you of why you loved him.

You felt yourself come slowly, riding out the high as long as possible thanks to Dean who was following shortly after. He lazily thrust a few more times after he’d finished, his pants mixing with yours as you saw a tired smile cross his face.

“I missed you, Dean. I’m sorry for not coming back sooner,” you said. Dean leaned down and kissed you, pulling out of you and rolling you so you could lay on his chest.

“I’ve got my family again. Don’t worry sweetheart, everything’s going to be just fine now.”

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[aspensrp]

this is a request for leia’s misc boy toys/a few girls. they are honestly all 100% open aside from their relationship with leia and some basic personality/misc things?? also, some of these fuckboys are based on my irl experiences so sos rip me 

pls note these are not all current, some are from the past and like i said everything about them is 100% open aside from what i write here. these are basically just mini side plots/connections to ~flesh leia/your potential character out?? nothing is planned to come romantically of any of these, aside from fuck buddies/past hookups!! 

also tbh a lot of them will probs be frat guys/at least uni age because leia’s in a sorority and in uni sorry not sorry (it’s not a greek life site but u can bet i’ll be putting up a greek life req)

this is also not a full list of leia’s hook ups even though there’s quite a few bc the girl gets around so pls throw other ideas at me!!

fuckboy #1: an actual idiot, one time got a puppy with his girlfriend of a week to celebrate their one week anniversary, is a terribly unfit puppy owner (up to u if he still has it). definitely in a frat. hooked up with leia after a mixer once when they were both drunk af, made out with her in a club later while dating the puppy gf after telling leia they broke up. still occasionally snapchats/texts her at 2am “u up??”. she’ll respond approximately 1/10 times. occasional ongoing hookup. aged 19-20.

fuckboy #2: younger than leia. just joined the military. hooked up while he was on leave for basic training because, in her words, she felt bad not sleeping with him because “he was on leave from basic training and put all his sex hope eggs in [her] basket” (yes, unfortunately that is also a direct quote from me, aspen). taking a break from the military thing to do school. nice guy who’s slowly being turned into a dick by his frat brothers/friends. claims he was blackout drunk the two times they hooked up. was not blackout drunk, he just wants to seem cool. also will occasionally drunkenly message in the middle of the night. she’ll respond more often to him than to fuckboy #1. aged 18.

fuckboy #3: drunk older guy who won’t stop hanging around the uni campus (also potential frat boy). casually was hooking up with one of leia’s sisters for awhile until the sister broke it off. was actual friends with leia during that time. hooked up with leia a few times over the course of a couple weeks. was a total ass to her when people found out about it, now says really rude things about her behind her back. no longer friends, awkward af whenever they run into each other. aged 23-25.

fuckboy #4: was dating a girl in another sorority, leia’s at most friendly acquaintance. they broke up. leia was drunk af when they hooked up, his ex gf HATES leia now for it. sex was bad, 0/10, leia almost fell asleep. awkward af when they run into each other. aged 22-24.

fuckboy #5: his brother/friend knocked on the door in the middle of the hookup. he let screamed “i’m only wearing a condom” through the door before putting on boxers and opening the door. brother came in, they chatted while fuckboy continued to have sex with leia. said “wow it’s hard staying hard” as leia cringed. then ripped the covers off so his friend/brother could see leia naked. 0/10, did not hook up again though he’ll still text her and when she’s bored she’ll reply to tease him. aged 19-21.

fuckboy #6: frat bro who fucked leia in his brother’s bed. literally just a one night stand. sometimes talk at mixers and tease the brother who’s bed they fucked in. aged 20-21.

fuckboy #7: an actual friend of leia’s who’s basically a fwb. weirdly okay with the fact that leia technically has a boyfriend and continues to sleep with her anyway. actual cute friends who also talk about her relationship problems and his girl issues. it’s weird. and ongoing/current. aged 21-22.

fuckboy #8: leia’s boyfriends frat/pledge brother. feels terrible for sleeping with leia but always hits her up when he’s drunk. if she’s drunk, she’ll reply. also ongoing/current. aged 21-22.

fuckboy #9: matched on tinder, texted for awhile. have a 200+ day snap streak but have never actually met in person. mostly just send nudes back and forth and sometimes talk about their lives over snapchat/text. aged 21-25.

fuckboy #10: a campus security guard one night stand. much older. aged 27-30+.

girl #1: started as the girl leia would make out with in freshman year at multiple mixers/parties to get attention from boys. progressed to a drunk hookup without boys around. eventually lead to a sober hookup which leia is 100% in denial about happening (tbh she’s v much in denial about being bisexual). ongoing drunk hookup (leia’s blaming the alcohol for it)/make out buddy at parties. aged 20-21.

girl #2: honestly basically this (https://totalsororitymove.com/sex-with-fboy-girlfriend-revenge/) but details changed bc leia has a bf/clearly has 0 problems with cheating. both drunk at a party (that leia’s bf was definitely out of town for), girl was crying/upset about her own bf, vented to leia, then wanted revenge. hooked up in a bedroom at the party. definitely a one night stand, might’ve got back together with the idiot bf. aged 21-22.

[lonnieontherun]

2 in 1 Movie Reviews (Spoilers!)

I haven’t done a movie review in a long time, but in a matter of days I watched ‘Alien Covenant’ and then ‘Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Men Tell No Tales’. So here's a little double review of two very differnet movies because why the heck not.

Reviews below the cut!

A reminder! This is full of SPOILERS!

Alien: Covenant

I'm not going to lie. I watched this movie for two reasons and neither of them were me being interested in this franschise. I haven't seen a single one of these movies before and Sci-fi isn't even my thing. I watched it because I was curious of the visuals and as a fan of Fantastic Beasts I was curious of how Katherine Waterston (Daniels) would do in the movie.

The visuals I think are beautiful. I like the effects and the sets and locations are great. However it pulls me a bit out of the story when I recognize the locations as Milford Sound in New Zealand. Hell I've never even been there, but I didn't even need to google the location to be sure. That's when it gets a bit hard to buy this being in some other planet faaar away. But you know what, beautiful locations I'll give them that.

The acting I thought was quite alright. I went into this movie with no expectations, but the acting isn't something I have anything bad to say about. While I'm not a fan of Fassbender, I like the guy well enough. I don't go to movies for him, but if he's in a movie I don't mind. Good job on him for making me like Walter, but hate David. I have seen Waterston (Daniels) get called out for being weepy which, sure she is, but I don't see the problem? She's still fighting and kicking ass while there's still tears because her husband is burned into a fried chicken and her friends sliced and diced. I'd be rather sad if that happened to me too... understatement. I mean I'd take believable reaction over no reaction at all.

The characters however for the most were just terrible. I have to agree with every review out there on that. Like I said I enjoyed Walter and Daniels, but for all I know that was because I knew of the actors. The others were there to be fodder and this is exactly why so few action movies sit well with me. We're in 2017 and still people don't give a shit in fleshing out their food before feeding them to the aliens. I mean, come on. Why should we care about this movie and characters if the filmmakers doesn't even care?

Holy bastard that woman running around like a headless chicken locking Carmen Ejogo's character up (Karine!) while the dude has spikes and gore coming out of his back?? I hate her? Like I get she's terrified, but my god. I would probably give up trying to help someone that is starting to look like a zombie spurting guts about, but to lock her buddy inside with him? Holy shit. I did feel sympathy for Karine there and none of that other chick. Sadly this was based on the situation and not any kind of character developement obviously.

The Aliens. So basically the only thing I knew going into the movie about the franchise was Fassbender's characters not being humans and that the huge black alien thing that takes forever to show up. I expected this Alien to be horrifying af, but by the time we got there I was perhaps desensitized by the rest of the movie. I mean after seeing something creep into people's ears and noses and burst out of their bodies I kinda found that more horrifying? That's a bit of a downer when the supposed main monster becomes less scary. Speaking of villains, that turned out to be David moreso than the Aliens though yeah? Eh :/

I did enjoy the flight off the planet with Daniels outside trying to kill the alien. Maybe the best scene in the movie, but that could still have been better. It was a huge bummer how predictable the twist was though. Of course it wasn't Walter onboard the ship. And shower sex, really?

So to sum up. Not my kind of movie. I wasn't disappointed since I went in without expectations or as a fan. It was enjoyable for the most part, but other parts were just complete nonesense and quite boring to me. Not one I'm likely to rewatch, but I don't really regret watching either.

Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Men Tell No Tales / Salazar's Revenge

Now this is a franchise I am familiar with and has for the most part enjoyed. That being said after the fourth movie I had zero expectations for this one either despite being directed by two fellow countrymen of mine. So I just went to this movie hoping for a good time and not expecting much at all which I find most of the time is the best way to watch a movie. In Norway the movie is titled Salazar’s Revenge rather than dead Men Tell No Tales so that’s the reason for the two titles.

I liked the movie quite a lot. It's a good looking movie and very enjoyable to me. I personally found it funny enough. Not rolling on the floor crying, but I had a good time and that's all I ask for from these movies. (which the fourth failed at). There's a fight scene on the ocean between two ships (obviously) where everything is way too dark and confusing however. I mean I almost had to squint to try and see what was going on and even then it was hard to follow because everything jumped by so quickly you weren't given much time to figure out what was going on in the first place. That was my biggest gripe with this movie. Light up the scene a little! Slow down! I'm here to WATCH the movie. Let me actually see what's going on then.

The acting. Eh. Both ups and downs. Sparrow has become less fun with each movies, but I like him alright. It's just that he's no longer really best thing about the movie. He's far from the worst though. Orlando Bloom. I like the guy. He seems like a cool and nice guy, but sadly that doesn't help when his acting is so bad. The opening scene with him and young Henry finding him on his ship would have been far more effective if the acting had been good. I mean the little kid was better than him. It's just a bit hard to watch Orlando sometimes and I hate myself for saying that, but it's no less the truth for me. As a Lord of the Rings fan I recognized Adam Brown (well he's in the Hobbit anyway as Ori) so that was fun and a bit... weird. I knew David Wenham (Faramir) was in the movie, but I didn't recognize him whatsoever. I had to Google him now to see if I could recognize him. Technically that's a good thing though. So overall the acting was alright. I'd say the acting in Alien was more stable throughout than here.

The bad guy! Salazar! I actually liked him? I thought the floating effects were really cool and Bardem is just a really cool guy? He looks cool. He's intimidating, but at the same time got a bit of charm to him? Sorta? Kinda? Anyway I even almost felt some kind of sympathy for him when he realized young Jack Sparrow sent him and his ship to their deaths? Also when he turned human again at the bottom of the sea? Again I felt that sympathy creep back in despite him being the villain. Wtf? So he was easily my favorite character of the movie actually. The obvious romance that would be Henry and Carina didn't really bother me as much as I thought? It's very unoriginal and I think it would have been even nicer to not force the silly romance, but eh. As I said, I didn't expect much anyway so I wasn't that disappointed.

I really liked the twist of Barbossa being Carina's father? I personally didn't see that coming at all. Maybe others did, I don't know, but I was surprised. I knew that also meant that he was so doomed to die by the end of the movie. If he will remain dead I don't know, but for now he's some kind of really dead.

I have to admit. I actually got tears in my eyes in this movie? I never saw that coming either. I don't know, as awkward as Barbossa falling slow mo into the ocean was I think the aftermath was rather... sad? And Elizabeth and Will's reunion was pretty sweet. I think the music is to blame for the tears in my eyes there and maybe Kiera. Did she even say anything? Just by a minute and not saying much or anything at all she outdid Orlando though. Dude I'm sorry okay?

So overall enjoyable movie. I would recommend it if you don't expect much. It's far better than the fourth movie and possibly the third as well. It's nowhere near the first one of course, but I liked it. I had a good time and I am more than likely to see it again at some point.

[datingadviceonreddit]

Here's the story of my first date. https://ift.tt/2Mo9A01 nothing happened after this date cz of the lack of common interests that I talked about.Here's the story of how I met this current girl. And yeah I'm still in exactly the same situation because both of the things I discussed here are amazing. https://ift.tt/2MMLfhf to start of, let me give some background. I'm a an absolutely average guy in all respects. Average looking, average height, 25 years old, super shy, still a virgin, never been hit on by anyone, never been in a committed relationship before, studied in an all boys school, studied engineering in university with only two girls in class and then worked as an Android developer in an all male development team. So never had any solid chance of interaction with girls.It took me good 5 years to go from realizing the fact that I was horribly bad with girls to having my first kiss yesterday. It's a very long journey and there's no solid path anyone can tell you. In 2013, one of the two girls in my class poked me once and I actually got offended that a girl touched me. So yeah that's how bad I was. The girl that I shared my first kiss with yesterday is all I ever wanted in a girl and much much more. She was the fashion queen in her university. I am actually having trouble believing that a 9/10 girl fell for a 6/10 guy. We made out at her place for about 5 hours and all I could ask her repeatedly was 'tell me this is not a dream'. It took me a lot of embarrassing moments to get to this pointHere's a summary of my learning journey.-To get girls, you need to be around girls. There's no other way to put it. You need to find places, venues and activities where you can meet new girls. You can't get good with girls without interacting with many of them. I went to the gym where I knew there were many girls. I went to take arts classes, community meet ups, anything where I could meet new people and specially girls.-It's doesn't matter what you're looking for, Just a hookup, FWB, fling, committed relationship. What matters is that you should be very clear on what you want. So that you can communicate it to the girl as well. You'll get someone who's into the same thing as you. Don't try to trick someone into anything.-I have embarrassed myself many times now by telling girls I liked them or had feelings for them. The way I told them goes all the way from cringy af to classy af. Everytime I did it, I got better at it. I initiated conversations with some girls that were my school crushes and told them I used to like them Just to practice telling girls about my feelings. And this is what helped me talk to the current one about how I feel.-touching is super important no doubt. But learning how to touch is a thing on itself. The first time I tried touching a girl on her shoulder, I did it in a way that made ME feel cringy and ended up getting slapped. Slowly and gradually, I got the hang of it. You need to be very slow and natural with the touching. Don't initiate touch for the sake of touching. And don't touch if it's not happening naturally.-Dont make things awkward with a girl that you can't stop seeing in your daily life. E.g. your classmate in a really small class or your office colleagues. Read the next point for the alternative.-Use tinder and other such online apps for practice. I practiced all my flirting on tinder. Would try every new r/tinder joke on my current matches and see what works and what doesn't. I got slapped and embarrassed on my tinder dates cz I knew I could stop seeing those girls if things went South.-Accept the friendzone with girls who are more experienced than you. So there's this girl that I really liked but she friendzoned me. I accepted that cz she had a lot of experience in dating and sex and shit and as a friend I can now ask her anything without making things weird.-no flirting = friendzone. Too much flirting = cringy, desperate. No flirting is kinda easy. But You have to develop the Too much flirting conversations with a few girls. Try it with some easy girl. You don't have to have feelings for them. Too much Flirting can looks something like making literally everything sexual and just dirty jokes and stuff with no real conversation between you and the girl. It's actually helpful in making you realize how much Flirting can you do before it starts getting cringy.-Dont believe in the relationship power positions and shit games like that. They're just a stupid waste of time and energy.-You should ideally have the same version of yourself in front of girls that you have in your male friends circle.-According my current girl, I am not the hottest guy she's been with. But she loves me for the fact that I care for her, I'm good at what I do professionally, I have goals to achieve in life and that she finds it sexy that I'm strong enough to share my emotional insecurities with her. She says she feels safe with me because I didn't make her feel as if I only wanted her for sex. This happened because I flirted very lightly with her. Just enough to show that I'm interested without being too over the top.-Accept rejection gracefully, I have a girl in the gym that I hit on some time ago. Got rejected, accepted it politely and now we're gym buddies.-There will be bad dates. My worst date was with a girl who just turned me off the moment she started speaking. The girl I was chatting it and the girl I had with me in the car were horribly different. It was a 4 hour long silent date. By almost the end of the date, she said, 'if you want to have sex with me, you need to start touching me'. All I had in my mind at that point was, 'bitch pls fuck off'-developing good hygiene and self care routine is extremely important. I've had one of my dates destroyed cz i didn't have my deodorant on.-No need to rush anything. As I said, it took me 5 years to get to the first kiss. And I am in no way going to try to rush things for sex with this girl either. Let things happen at their pace.-Never make a commitment you are not sure of. Don't tell a girl you'll Marry her if you're not sure you will. Just don't!-Have the sex talk including abortion before having sex. My friend just got someone pregnant. It's nothing to be joked about.-just be yourself means accept whoever you are. Present the best version of yourself and you will find someone who will like you for what you are. You need all this practice to make sure that you're ready to take action when you finally find that someone special.Some of the very helpful comments that made me see things in a better way.https://ift.tt/2nGVaKv TL:DR would probably just make it even longer. via /r/dating_advice

[livinginsentences]

The year 2016 in review

I just got back from lunch with Auntie Susan, Kuya Jet, Mop, his Vietnamese girlfriend, and the family, except Kuya because he went to the gym, of course. We ate at Mann Hann and it was a very enjoyable lunch. Kuya Jepoy and Janice weren’t there since they were working, so Kuya Jet cracked jokes about “Chep Jep” which made Mama cry with mirth.  I’m glad that our families have grown closer because I remember a time when Mama would snob Auntie Susan and give her the cold treatment. It was always awkward when they visited us for Christmas, but now, their visit and spending time with them is something I look forward to because they’re a loud entertaining bunch. It’s easy to tell when Mama’s relatives are visiting ‘cause you can hear them a mile away.  Now, the real subject of the matter though is the year 2016 in review. While change is a slow trickle of little things building up to big moments, one of the best changes in my personal recent history is Mama’s relationship with Auntie Susan, which brought a lot of good change to both of our families. Although, as if to balance this renewed relationship with Mama’s relatives, our relationship with Papa’s side of the family has turned quite sour. From a family reunion I look forward to every week, our weekly Arcadia reunions has turned into an obligation much like the Sunday masses. But I must admit, there is something comforting in rituals and traditions. I guess they mark time passing as well.  2016 definitely brought a lot of change--both good and bad. This year, I graduated, got my first job, joined an environmental/adventure-oriented org, toured my foreign friends around, and built lots of good friendships. 

This is me on the Mt. Daraitan peak with Ryza and Sandie early in June.

I am actually proud of all I have accomplished and survived this year. I am glad that I’m no longer visiting the doctors every month, getting blood tests so often and being hospitalized cause of my surgery. 2015 was definitely hard, but 2016 brought in a lot of blessings, many of which were in the form of challenges as well. 

A picture with Ms. Aimee, the Grade 9 Guidance Counselor, during our Recognition Day for the employees in ICA. I am the Grade 10 Student Development Assistant (which is a fancy name for a Guidance Counselor who doesn’t have her license yet).

The advent calendar my club members, JPF (Junior Peer Facilitators), made for me as a birthday surprise on Nov. 29, 2016.

From my favorite duology of 2016, Six of Crows, made by a fan.

Nina and Matthias, one of my favorite couples in fiction. Leigh Bardugo is fantastic!

Me and Pia jogging and bonding for MBS.

This was early in the year before Viv left for Switzerland and Denise was visiting from Singapore.

This was even earlier in the year when Ryza, Ileana and I attended a fund-raising spoken word poetry fund-raising event for the AFS (Anthropology Field School).

This was a photo taken by someone from the UPD Press, I think. It was during our University Graduation and let’s see if you can spot me! :)

This is me and Denden waiting for Row in Singapore.

My Graduation Photo.  As I wave goodbye to 2016, I also want to send out gratitude to it and all the people who made it meaningful. This post cannot encapsulate an entire year of course. But I definitely learned a lot with my first job, working with my colleagues and as a teacher who is responsible for 255 students. I learned a lot from my sisters, and I spent a lot of time being angry, frustrated and just plain fed up by my family, but that’s part of being human.  I’m really grateful for so many things that I don’t even know where to begin. For now, I’ll just list these 16 things that drift up to the surface and I can recall easily.  16 for 2016

今年感謝していること：  (This year, I am grateful for) 

Graduating Magna Cum Laude and making my parents proud.

Having the opportunity to work with the Psych Research Lab and learning from great professors and being inspired by them.

Getting my first job as a Guidance Counselor and experiencing the applied side of psychology, which I have always been daunted with and hesitant about.

Passing the Psychometrician Licensure Board exam and finishing all the processes for application in the PRC head office in Manila. That was stressful. 

Getting into MBS and meeting cool people who all love the sea and the environment as well. Daming crushables hahaha!

Travelling to Singapore and spending June 5 with my best friend who makes life more colorful! Getting to meet her friends there and eating good food.

Being able to say goodbye to Viv before she left for Switzerland and supporting her and her dreams.

Meeting Bianca and becoming closer to Pia as a buddies in MBS.

Building friendships with Ryza, Rio, Eichan, Kyle, Michelle and Migs.

Becoming a club moderator and a career counselor.

Meeting Aeris and becoming a teacher.

Touring Sandie and Sina around the Philippines.

Having enough time for myself and doing things I like and enjoy like exercise and reading YA fiction.

The 8 speakers who accepted my invitation and showed up during the Grade 10 Strand Talk I organized.

My co-workers who have been patient and generous with me.

Getting to spend more time with my siblings, especially with Kuya who is reaching out more to us.