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banannabethchase · 7 months

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Naked Love - also on AO3

Matt gets ideas after Orange pins him with his leg by his ear, and starts coming up with some of his own experiments.

Set after the Wednesday 9/27 Dynamite. Title from Naked Love by Adam Lambert.

Matt is practically vibrating when Adam storms off the stage, the adrenaline from everything with Swerve making him reckless and overwhelmed. “Hey,” Matt says, breathless. “Hi.”

“Hey, baby,” Adam says. He leans down and kisses Matt’s head absently.

“Hi,” Matt says again. He’s pink cheeked already. Adam fights the urge to laugh. “You, um. You okay?” He swallows. “That was pretty intense out there.”

Adam flexes his hand. “Yeah. Stabbing somebody with a pen could be called intense. Though I had a colleague who regularly got stabbed with scissors, so this is small potatoes.”

“Damn,” Matt says, looking impressed. “I didn’t realize your early indies days were so intense.”

He shakes his head. “Nah, not the indies. That was when I was teaching.”

Matt blinks. And blinks again.

“Are you batting your eyelashes?” Adam asks, and he can hear the incredulity in his voice. “God, you’re weird.” But he gets an idea.

Matt’s got a part of himself touching Adam the entire evening, doesn’t leave his side once Adam comes back from his shower. Adam has to practically peel his arms away when they get to the rental car.

“Didn’t you want to drive tonight?” Adam asks. “C’mon, you can’t drive if you’re attached to me. Let go, baby. Get in the car.”

Matt’s sigh is dramatic and long suffering, but he slides into the driver’s seat. Adam doesn’t mind in the slightest. It gives him the chance to close his eyes.

“So,” Matt says, blurting it out like it’s been fighting its way out of him for ages. “So, um, Orange pinned me, like – well, you saw it, right?” Adam nods, not even opening his eyes. He knows where Matt is going with this. “And, well, I was thinking. If you wanted to. Maybe you could put my leg up there tonight?” Adam waits it out a little. He knows Matt will keep going if he gives him time. “Because, like, the stretch was amazing. But also, I could tell – not that I was thinking of having sex with Orange, that’s Chuck’s job – but I could tell it would be amazing, you know? So, like, I figured we could try that tonight.” He pauses. “It’s mean to let me ramble, you know.”

Adam lets out the laugh he’d been fighting. “I like it when you ramble. You do it when you’re real worked up and into something.”

Matt sighs again, even more dramatically than the first one. “Well sorry you looked all hot in that jacket while you stabbed a man in the hand. Forgive me for finding my boyfriend sexy or whatever.”

Adam blindly reaches out and catches Matt’s hand where it was resting on the gear shift, a habit left over from a shitty, used manual he drove back during his early days of wrestling. “You’re cute when you get all indignant.”

“I’m not – shut up,” Matt says. He flips his hands over, lacing his fingers with Adam’s. “I like it when you get all intense like that.” Adam opens his eyes and – yep. Matt’s blushing. He glances over at Adam as they slow to a stop into the parking lot of the hotel. “Reminds me of back in the Ring of Honor days.” He turns even more pink, but won’t break eye contact with Adam.

“Oh,” Adam says. “Oh, I get it. You like me mean.”

“You already know that,” Matt says, rolling his eyes. He sighs, like he’s steadying himself. But he flickers back to Adam’s gaze and then away.

Adam grins. “I see what’s happening here.” He leans in, lips by Matt’s ear. “Go wait in the lobby, get a mocktail or something in the hotel bar, and maybe I’ll give you a little reminder of back in the day. See how you like it.”

Matt nearly strangles himself with the seatbelt as he rushes to leave. “Okay!” he says. He turns, smiling like sunshine. “I love you so much!”

“I love you even more,” Adam says, and he blows a kiss on impulse.

Matt’s smile brights, somehow, even more. “God, you’re awesome. Okay. Text me when you’re ready.”

“We can walk in together, if you want.”

Matt shakes his head, bun falling out in a mess. “No. I want there to be suspense.”

“I love how you figured out how to edge yourself,” Adam calls after him as Matt throws his bag over his shoulder and practically skips over to the lobby.

Adam pulls out his own bag from the car and walks up to the lobby, throwing Matt a wink as he passes him on the way to the elevator. When he gets to their room, he sits and pulls out a few materials he hasn’t used in a while. The vest for Wrestle Dream, one he hasn’t used yet but was waiting to debut. A pair of tiny trunks, extras he always keeps in his bag. And some miniscule plastic hair ties.

“Alright, Hangman,” he says to himself in the mirror. “Lets see if you remember how to braid.”

Half an hour, three broken hair elastics, and a clump of hair in the trash later, Adam grins. The vest looks great, the trunks fit (if a little tight), and the three braids on the side of his head exactly match his mental image. He forgoes his thought of using a tie as the rope. He and Matt haven’t talked about that bit.

Yet.

plz b ready soon nick’s here hitting on billy and I can’t handle it

Adam laughs out loud. You sure you don’t want to edge yourself a little more?

That joke is funnier if you know what I know about Sunday

Adam does know, because Matt is terrible at closing his laptop with his emails open. Last night Adam didn’t even mean to read it, but Matt’s computer was making a horrible blooping noise because Nick was rambling about his Billy crush and them boom. The email popped up.

Cute. Get up here.

Adam gets a pump in real quick, trying to get himself a little more like he looked at 25. He’s softer around the edges now, just as strong but with a layer of comfort on top of it, and he hopes he can still pull off the look. The self-conscious worry rarely hits him. He knows Matt will climb him like a tree in any state. But he still moves away from the line of the mirror.

His heart picks up pace as he hears the techy click of the hotel door lock, and he gets in his position. Shoulders up, face in a growl, legs firmly planted.

Matt’s eyes grow huge as he pushes open the door. “Oh. Oh, you even did the braids.” His voice is barely more than a whisper. “I feel like I just time traveled. Is it 2016 again?”

Adam’s façade cracks and he grins. “Figured you might like a flashback from when we met.”

“Always,” Matt nearly whispers. “I always forget how much I like the braids. You should bring those back forever.” He licks his lips, shameless as always, and Adam basks in it.

“Can I…?” Matt trails off. “I want – I keep forgetting I don’t have to ask.” He laughs a little, beaming up at Adam. “Remember back when we first met?”

“When I thought you were hot and fucked up our first conversation so bad I thought Nick was going to kick me out of Bullet Club?” Adam grins as Matt nods. “Yeah. Yeah, I do.”

“You look like then,” Matt murmurs. His hands slide across Adam’s stomach, and Adam flinches before he can stop himself. Matt looks up at him, concern in his big eyes. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?” He pulls his hands away, and Adam wishes he hadn’t. “What’s wrong?”

“I…” He trails off, unable to explain it. “It’s nothing.”

Matt studies him. “Adam,” he says softly. “Please tell me.”

“I just – it’s been years and I look different.” He hates that he feels defensive. He hates that this is weighing on him. “Trunks fit different, you know?”

“I like it,” Matt says, and the way his eyes hungrily trail Adam’s body feels real. “It’s you, you know? Back then you were eating weird boiled chicken and had weird hangry episodes where you’d pout for an hour over having, like, not enough ounces of protein.”

“It wasn’t an hour!”

Matt’s look shuts him up. “You’re so much happier now. You’re always – well, you know how I feel about you, but maybe…maybe I don’t say how good you look enough.” Matt bites his lip. “Like here?” Matt slides his hands down Adam’s chest, and they shiver at the same time. “God, it’s – you’re so strong. And here?” He slides his hands down Adam’s stomach, eyes fluttering shut. “God, all I can think about is how good you feel on top of me, how much muscle you’re made of, how easily you could – could throw me around however you wanted to.” He goes a little pink. When he looks up again, Adam thinks he could cry. “It’s okay to be self-conscious or whatever, but just know that I love every version of you, okay?” He reaches up and twirls a ringlet dropping from one of the braids in his fingertips. “Especially these braids. You should bring these back. Did I say that already?” Before Adam can say that, yes, he had, Matt barrels on. “Doesn’t matter. It needs to be said again. Keep them forever.”

Adam smiles, dropping his forehead to Matt’s. “I know you want to get fucked hard tonight, but I think I’ll be forced to be all stupid and romantic and make love to you.”

Matt wrinkles his nose. “Oh, god, and this is my fault, isn’t it.”

“Yup,” Adam says with a sigh. He cups Matt’s cheeks in his hands. “This was supposed to be a method to drive you mad with my old gear and instead you got all sweet about it.” He kisses the top of Matt’s head.

“You always get all cute,” Matt sighs, letting Adam slowly peel his shirt off over his head. “You’re a terrible scientist. You keep changing your plans halfway through, and a lot of your hypothesisis – hypoth – your predictions are wrong.”

Adam grins down at him as he walks Matt back to the bed. “You don’t know the plural of hypothesis.”

“Well, at least I would know how to accurately prove one,” Matt says back with a bitchy little tilt of his head.

Adam exhales. “You watch it, baby.”

“Oh, no,” Matt says, and he lifts his hips as Adam goes for his belt. “If I piss you off enough, you might get rough with me. That would be so miserable and I’d be so sad.” He flutters his eyelashes.

“Nope,” Adam says, pressing a kiss to Matt’s tummy. “You’re getting made loved to, baby. No wild fucking tonight.”

Matt sighs. “I mean, I suppose. I guess. If you have to.” He looks up at Adam. “You’ll still put my leg up by my ear, right?”

“Of course,” Adam says with a grin. “Use that bendy body of yours just right.”

Matt’s pupils blow and his mouth drops open. “Oh.”

“Oh?” Adam asks. He settles his hands on Matt’s bare thighs, slowly spreading them. “What oh?”

Matt exhales slowly. “Um. I kind of – I like the idea of you, I guess, using me?” He flames bright red, and Adam etches the look in his memory forever. “Like – like you get to do whatever you want, because I’m…yours? Or like I’m a toy.” His face gets even redder. “Something for you to, you know. Use.”

Adam sighs. “We’ll talk about that later. God, you’re so many levels of horny even when we’re about to have sex.” He leans in and kisses Matt, making it thorough and deep. Matt whimpers against him, mouth practically slack. Adam laughs, getting it dirtier, and Matt moans, pushing boxer-clad hips up, wrapping his legs around the back of Adam’s thighs.

“Come on, please,” Matt murmurs, lips still against Adam’s.

“I will,” Adam says. “I promise. I just want to take my time with you.”

Matt makes a weird, high pitched sound in the back of his throat, props himself up on his elbows. “You have no idea how hot that is.” Adam rolls his eyes and pulls off the vest. Matt repeats the sound and drops back on the bed. “You’re not allowed to look that hot and not, like, dick me down so good I can’t walk the next day.”

“What makes you think I won’t?” Adam leans back, falling back as he kneels. He runs his hand through his hair, fingers catching a bit on the braids. “I can still fuck you into next week when it’s all cute and romantic.”

Matt flutters his eyelashes. “If you promise. Also, um. You’ve still got, like, a lot of clothes on. Can you change that?”

“I’m only in trunks,” Adam says. “This is about as little clothing as I could wear.”

Matt shrugs. “Still too much. Come on. Take them off.”

“Demanding,” Adam grumbles, but he does as Matt requests. “Take off your boxers. Wait. Actually.” He crawls over Matt on the bed and shuffles the boxers down Matt’s hips, locking eye contact the whole time. “There.”

Matt’s eyes shut, a cute little smile playing on his lips. “I like it when you undress me.”

“I’ll keep that in mind when I decide to use you like my little toy, huh?”

Matt moans.

“Jesus, I haven’t even touched you yet.” Adam fights back a laugh. “Look how hard you already are.” He can’t fight this laugh. “I bet I could get you off by just talking you through it.”

“You’re edging me without doing it on purpose,” Matt whines. “This is your fault.” He pouts, turning on the boo boo eyes. “You’re being mean.”

“Once again,” Adam says, grabbing Matt’s thighs and yanking him down the bed, “I thought you like it when I’m mean.”

“Not when it means I’m not getting touched.” Matt, with a hand on the back of his neck, pulls Adam in so hard Adam falls to his elbows, their noses bumping. “That’s better. Let’s have sex now.”

“Romantic,” Adam snorts, kissing Matt’s nose. “Why won’t you let me woo you?”

Matt huffs. “Well, back in our Ring of Honor days, we didn’t have time to be all cute about it. Remember?”

Adam nods, sliding his lips down to mouth at Matt’s jaw, at his neck, down to his collarbone. “I sure as hell remember. Lots of quickies in the locker rooms, blowjobs in the back of rental cars.” He flicks his tongue against Matt’s nipple. “Before you had a beard. Before we had time.” He mouths at Matt’s stomach. “We used to do this a lot.” He wraps his mouth around Matt’s cock, not too tightly, reveling in the whining from Matt.

“We did,” Matt gasps. “We – oh – all the time.” He interrupts himself with a pleased hum, sliding his hands into Adam’s hair. “I always forget how much I like the braids. They make a good handle.”

Adam pulls off of Matt’s cock slowly, lingering at the head in the way that makes Matt squirm. “Yeah? Then maybe I’ll put some in your hair next time.” He slides up Matt’s body, kissing him slow and deep. It’s hard to keep it sweet while Matt’s rocking his hips up against Adam’s, when their cocks slide together. “Talk to me, baby. I know you want your leg in weird places, but tell me what else you want.”

“You – in me,” Matt stammers. His hands scrabble against Adam’s side. “You know what I want, come on.”

“Yeah, but I like making you say it,” Adam laughs. “Hold on right there. You want me to fuck you?”

Matt nods, a little frantic, eyes widening as Adam leaves the bed and walks over the luggage. “Don’t do the fake edging thing this time, okay?” He worries at his lip. “I like it, but I don’t want it right now.”

Adam laughs. “Baby, don’t worry. I wouldn’t leave you. Well, unless we talked about it first.” He throws a wink over to Matt who giggles. He pulls out the lube and condoms. “Do you want –”

“No,” Matt says, looking offended. “I never do.”

“I – shut up, Matty, I’m gonna ask.” Adam grins as Matt closes his mouth. “I might not ask every time, but I’ll still ask every once in a while. Just in case.”

Matt exhales, and he moves like he wants to roll his eyes but thinks better of it. “You’re so stupidly good. That sure hasn’t changed.”

Adam crawls back onto the bed and slides his hand down Matt’s strong thigh, his muscled calf, until he reaches Matt’s ankle and rests it on his shoulder. “And you’re so stupidly flexible.” He turns to press a kiss to Matt’s calf. “That’s changed, but for the better.”

Matt shrugs. “Yeah, well, gotta keep up with the young kids.”

Adam presses forward, and Matt’s eyes widen when Adam drops his hand from Matt’s leg and it just…stays there, pressed against Adam’s shoulder and right next to Matt’s own head.

“This is interesting,” Matt says, near panting. “The stretch is great, though.” He wiggles and his cock brushes up against Adam’s stomach. “Oh, god. Fun banter or whatever but get in me already.”

Adam flicks the lube open and slides his fingers between Matt’s cheeks.

“I – oh my god.” Adam stares at Matt. “What the hell were you doing in the restaurant?”

Matt’s face gets all self-satisfied. “I didn’t go to the restaurant. I went to the bathroom, and got started.” He grins. “Thoughts?”

“I think,” Adam says, lining up Matt’s hole to his cock, “you’re a fucking menace and I love you more than anything.” He thinks about Matt, forcing himself quiet as he worked himself open in a public bathroom. He probably got off on the idea he could get caught. Maybe even pulled up a photo of a younger Adam to make it better. “I love you so fucking much.”

“Good,” Matt says, wiggling his hips. It’s enough to make Adam’s vision go a little blurry. “I love you, too.”

Adam grips Matt’s leg and slowly slides in. He’s not good at this part – processing how it feels, realizing it’s always this intense every single time. He loses focus on whatever kind of wild, aimless fuck Matt wants and thinks about the first time he found a home within Matt. He’d just joined Bullet Club, nervous on a mic and in a ring in front of so many people. He was the fall guy. The one to take the pins.

But Matt saw more in him.

“Adam?” Matt asks. His voice is so soft and concerned it brings him back to the present. “Are you okay?”

Adam shakes his head a little. “Yeah, baby, I’m sorry.” He smiles down at Matt, shifting so that Matt’s leg really is up by his ear. “Just remembering the first time we did this.”

“Aw,” Matt says, face growing sweet. “You really do want to make love to me.”

“Always,” Adam murmurs. Matt gasps as Adam leans in to kiss him. “That okay?”

“Yeah,” Matt replies, eyes a little fuzzy. “God, that angle.”

“Not too much with the leg?”

Matt shakes his head. “No. Not at all. You could go more, even, if you wanted.”

Adam knows what that means, so he pushes further and cants his hips. Matt lets out this dramatic wail as he pushes his hips to take more of Adam inside of him.

“New favorite position,” Matt gasps. “God, okay. Yeah.”

As much as he knows Matt would love it, tonight isn’t the night where Adam can make himself go rough and fast. He whispers everything in his mind into Matt’s lips, rolls his hips with movements like waves, settles himself inside of Matt like he belongs here. Matt whimpers and gasps, nails digging into Adam’s biceps, as he responds.

“Adam,” he whispers.

“Right here,” Adam murmurs, leaning in to kiss Matt’s forehead. He bumps the side of his head against Matt’s leg, laughing a little. “Promise.”

“You really are the worst at being mean,” Matt says, but he smiles as he says it, beaming up at Adam. He has not choice but to lean down and kiss Matt’s pretty mouth. Matt hums against his lips, winding his arms around Adam’s neck, tangling his hands in Adam’s hair. He could live in this moment, forever, and lets every touch linger.

Matt bucks his hips up a few times, pouting to get his point across when Adam pulls away.

“You know you can use your goddamned words, right?” Adam says, moving so he can slide a hand between them around Matt’s dick. He can tell Matt is close, just from the way he rolls his hips without any rhythm.

Matt hums. “Yeah, but where’s the fun in – that, god, okay.” He looks up and locks eyes with Adam, and then they’re both coming at the same time like an old married couple, and that thought alone is enough to make Adam’s mind white out with it all, the bliss and comfort mixing to an intoxicating crescendo.

He blinks, still seeing stars, coming back to focus with his forehead pressed to Matt’s chest and Matt’s fingers carding through his hair.

“That was incredible,” Matt sighs. “But, uh, can I have my leg back? It’s getting kind of sore.”

Adam shifts, lowering Matt’s leg to the bed. “Okay?”

“Much better,” Matt says. He frowns down at his stomach. “How’d it get more on me than on you?”

Adam shifts, feeling his softening dick slip out of Matt in a zing of overstimulation. “It always does,” he replies. He gently swings Matt’s leg over his head so he can fall on the pillow next to Matt. Matt protests for a second, confused, but relaxes.

“Oh,” Matt says, still a bit dizzy. “I thought you were going to try and fuck me again.”

Adam snorts. “I may have the braids like I was 25 again, baby, but I don’t got that much stamina.”

Matt opens his mouth, then closes it.

“You have to tell me what made you make that face,” Adam insists. “I have to know.”

Matt sighs, dramatically, like always. “Well, I was thinking. That could be – fun.”

“What could?” Adam asks. “Me managing to get it up again in twenty minutes like back in the day?”

“Oh my god, yeah, but also…” He trails off and bites his lip, like he doesn’t already have Adam’s complete attention.

“Also what?” Adam encourages. He rests a hand on Matt’s arm.

“Maybe,” Matt says, tracing patterns on Adam’s chest, “maybe, since you don’t like being mean. Maybe we could ask someone for help.”

Adam turns his head, and Matt’s so close Adam has to kiss his forehead. “Help?”

“Yeah,” Matt says, and he shifts on his side, arms curled into his chest. “So they could – could use me first, all mean, and then you could take care of me after? And be all sweet?” He blinks a little. “Like, maybe, we could call in somebody who’s already expressed…interest?”

Adam sighs. “I see what this is.” He kisses Matt quickly, tasting his anticipation and replacing it with a smile. “You want Mox to fuck you.”

“Only if you’re okay with it!” Matt says. He sits up. “I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. And if you don’t like it, I won’t bring it up –”

“No, I like it,” Adam says. He smiles and watches Matt relax. “You’re right. I’m not great at being mean, at least not the whole time.” He licks his lips. “But Mox. Mox would use you like a little doll and be super mean.”

Matt nods so hard that the hair tie, already hanging on for dear life, flies out of his hair across the room.

“Just to confirm, mean to you while he fucks you.”

Matt nods again. “I really want somebody to be, like, so mean.” He lights up. “Oh, maybe he won’t let me come! And then you – you could…” He trails off, eyes going bright. “Adam, I have the best idea.”

The fantasy tumbles out of his mouth so detailed and so specific that Adam wonders if it has been brewing in his mind for ages.

“You’ve got a big plan going on there, Matty.” He yanks Matt over to him, not caring about getting sticky and gross. “Sounds like you’ve been wanting it for a while.” He trails his fingers down Matt’s spine. “Like you’re dying for somebody else to fuck you.” He kisses Matt dirty as he can get it. “Coming up with your own experiments now, you desperate little slut.”

“Is this you being mean?” Matt asks. He lifts his head, grinning. “Don’t stop.”

Mini Playlist:

Still Into You - Paramore

Naked Love - Adam Lambert

Stupid Love - Lady Gaga

Do Me - Kim Petras (yes this is on every Matt related fic playlist, no I will not apologize, it's so Matt it hurts)

#HangMatt #I have...a lot of ideas for this series and they keep duplicating like bunnies #anxious millennial dreamboat #Matt Attrackson #in which Sara writes #wtf i like wrestling now???#the matt experiments

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fortressofserenity · 1 year

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The sort of men

When it comes to what many, if not most, Tumblr users find sexy in men there are those who prefer the more conventionally attractive men. But there are others whose tastes diverge significantly from the expected norms, when I mean by that they go after characters like Sans of Undertale or Alastair from Hazbin Hotel (or is it Alistair).

Even if there are women who do prefer the typical romance novel hero model, so much so this character shows up in slash fanart art and the like, there are others who go after a more unexpected model. I actually think this might be endemic to geek communities, where there is a line between sexy and geek sexy. Geek sexy would be David Bowie, not Marvin Gaye even though the latter was a real sex symbol to many other people.

A more recent example would be Adam Driver, a man who I’ll never find arousing in any way (I admit Morgan Nakhisa’s better looking than him). So are Tom Hiddleston and Benedict Cumberbatch, to the point where I get the nagging feeling the Geek Sexyman is practically the straight female equivalent of the Manic Pixie Dream Girl.

You know, quirky and appealing because she’s not like other girls. With the exception of Bruno and anime characters (since most of them are Japanese, regardless of how white they look), the average Tumblr sexyman is skinny, white and well-dressed. Or rather wears a suit, though for some reason despite getting skinnier not a single Jojo character’s made into a Sexyman.

Despite recently returning to Tumblr, I really don’t find these characters and people attractive in any way. But I suppose for some geeky women, they look for a man who isn’t like other men but still benefits from white privilege in a way that’s denied to men of colour. I guess it’s being nonthreatening whilst being malicious.

Sans probably got really popular not so much that he’s sexy (not even deliberately sexy as with Mettaton), but he’s quite cute and some straight women do respond well to cute characters. Though my theory doesn’t work, since he got sexualised big time. Even then, there are other factors that make him a sexyman.

Perhaps this gets stranger when you realise that Dick Grayson, despite being a major sex symbol in DC Comics, isn’t a Tumblr Sexyman most probably because he’s too conventionally attractive. Probably the same with so many Arrowverse male characters, the Arrowverse really doesn’t have its own Tom Hiddleston and Benedict Cumberbatch.

I still think there’s a difference between sexy and geek sexy, conventionally sexy would mean the men who appear on the covers of romance novels. Geek sexy would be whatever man some geeky fangirls get horny over but still benefit from white privilege. This is probably the real reason why David Bowie has a Fanlore entry but not Marvin Gaye.

I guess this theory’s way too damning in some regards, even though Marvin Gaye was a legitimate sex symbol in a way Bowie wasn’t. Geek sexymen (since it’s not restricted to Tumblr) are unconventional, but only in a way that privileges white men. Men of colour, for most of the part, are only attractive if they fulfill stereotypes.

Even then, it seems on one hand some geek women are desperate to reject the sort of men they’re socialised to find attractive. On the other hand, they still cling onto white men for most of the part. Possibly why so many Tumblr Sexymen tend to be white.

#racism #dc comics #dick grayson #nightwing #tumblr sexyman #marvel #marvel cinematic universe #arrowverse #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken #david bowie #marvin gaye #undertale #star wars

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saamanthaaaxx · 4 years

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this is a link to some very very sexy images of adam driver in his amazing roles via twitter❤️❤️❤️

#i love you #my love #sexy af #adam driver #adam douglas driver #cinnamon roll #so dark and sexy #hes sexy #so cute #oh my gosh this is beautiful #i wish i could hold you

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221bshrlocked · 4 years

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That Southern Hospitality

Pairing: Clark Kent X Reader

Words: 8056 (wow this got out of hand)

Warnings: Awkward encounters. Flannel. Forearms. Smut. Dirty talk. Some kinks that might not apply to you including but not limited to hickies, size difference, age gap, flannel shirts, and finally, cum play (if that’s what it’s called). I’m on my period and I’m horny so leave me alone.

A/N: Listen I’m not sure what happened here. I was minding my own business one minute and the next thing I know, I’m writing this hella long fic because men in plaid shirts are the death of me (Adam Driver in Blackkklansman) but Clark Kent in a plaid shirt/flannel can rip me to pieces and I’d ask him if he could do it again. I know I have other stories to get to and finish, but I got the inspiration and motivation to write this and I decided it was better than not writing any fics at all. Enjoy this hell that is Henry Cavill inspired. This will be up on AO3 with gifs :) Let me know if my smut is still any good.

Two exams, three research papers, and a shit ton of unnecessary assignments, and here you were doing the laundry because how else would you deal with the stress of this hellish semester. You angrily shoved your second batch of clothes into the washer, occasionally looking at the laptop not too far from you in an attempt to memorize any details of the human chest anatomy. As you measured the bleach and poured it in the washer, you forgot what it was you were reciting in your head, turning to the diagram again and repeating the function of the thymus gland for god knows what time that day.

So busy with the laundry and making sure you don’t push your laptop over the table by accident, you didn’t notice when someone walked into the room until you stood up and grabbed your orange juice. As you were about to take a sip, you heard someone shuffle behind you before speaking.

“Do you mind if I-” The man didn’t get to finish his question, stepping back when he saw you jump in distress.

“OH MY GOD!” You screamed at the top of your lungs, turning around and not watching where you were stepping as you tried to put space between the two of you. You fell to the floor, your heart hammering in fear before it beat against your chest in anger once you felt the sweet liquid spill all over your shirt.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t-” The man stepped forward and held out his hand to pull you up, his eyes unintentionally descending to your soaking shirt.

“Jesus Christ what the hell is wrong with you? Trying to give me a heart attack or something?” You took his hand and let him pull you up, grabbing the bottle and its cap before throwing it in the trash. Wiping your face, you were about to say something when you looked up and saw who it was standing with you. Your eyes widened in horror because of course it was the quiet hottie two floors down that had to see you in this rather horrendous circumstance.

“Believe me I thought you heard me when I walked in but I realized you were probably too invested in that diagram to notice me.” He pointed to your laptop, trying his hardest to avoid looking anywhere below your neck because he really didn’t want to get a boner in these sweatpants.

“S-sorry about the mess, I’ll clean it up and give you some space.” You smiled nervously at him and were about to move towards the sink when he beat you to it and pulled out some paper towels before placing them on the floor. “Please, let me.” He looked up, his jaws clenching tightly when his eyes saw two hardened peaks teasing him through your wet shirt. He swallowed the lump in his throat and wiped the floor, knowing very well you caught him staring at your chest. When you did finally follow his gaze and looked down, embarrassment washed over you and you quickly crossed your arms to hide yourself.

He stood up a moment later and reluctantly turned towards you before looking over to see if his laundry was done. When he saw the timer was down to zero, he blinked at your obvious nervousness, immediately unbuttoning his flannel and taking it off before stepping towards you. He could hear your elevated heart rate and felt bad for causing you so much discomfort. Whatever courage you had left was spent when you looked up at him, and boy did you wish you didn’t because you weren’t sure what was going to cause you to faint first, his cologne, the way his blue eyes dilated at seeing you, or how his chest expanded with each breath he took.

“I am sorry miss. Here, take this so you could finish your laundry.” He held out his flannel to you and watched as you thought it over before reluctantly grabbing it. Who even looked that good in just a wife beater and some old sweatpants?

“W-what about your laundry?” You questioned him, walking towards one of the corners and hoping he wouldn’t turn around as you changed out of your shirt. You could hear him walk away, the sound of the washer unlocking letting you know he was thankfully a few feet away and couldn’t possibly hear your heartbeat.

“It’s fine, you can keep that until you’re done.” He quickly took his clothes out of the washer and shoved them in his basket, deciding to fold them back in his place because he really didn’t know what he could do should he stay in the same room with you for another moment. By the time you turned around and grabbed your shirt to put it in the washer, he was just about done grabbing his clothes. And when he didn finally look at you, he lost whatever self control he had left, the handle of the basket breaking under his hold and causing you to blink at him.

You couldn’t really tell what he was thinking. He looked inconvenienced with his tense jaw and the harsh grasp he had on his basket. But he also had this aura of kindness around him, like a gentle giant kind of vibe. “Wow that’s one hell of a flannel collection you got there.” You cringed at the words as soon as they left your lips but he surprisingly didn’t laugh at you. On the contrary, his shoulders relaxed before he smiled at you.

“I grew up on a farm,” he said nothing else and you weren’t sure why his answer made your stomach churn. So he was a lumberjack basically. A sweet, muscular, introverted lumberjack who for some odd reason, lives in the city.

“Thank you for this, it saved me going up four floors only to come back down again.” The flannel was long enough to be a dress and you nervously played with the long sleeves, not realizing that the more you touched the fabric, the harder he became in his sweatpants.

“It’s no trouble, miss.” He was about to walk away when you stepped to him and grabbed his arm to stop him, goosebumps erupting on your skin when you realized just how muscular he is. You immediately took your hand away and waited until he met your eyes before speaking again.

“Y/N, my name is Y/N.”

“I’m Clark.” He smiled and you watched as his incredibly fine, round ass walked away from you. When you were sure he went up the stairs, you swore quiet loudly as you pulled your phone out to call a friend. You couldn’t care less about school work or how you were standing in a stranger’s flannel that smelled way too fucking good. All you cared about was squealing like a teenage girl about the cute neighbor who didn’t miss a beat and offered his clothes because you had to make a complete fool out of yourself in front of him.

Unbeknownst to you, Clark could hear every single word you were saying about him, smiling at the prospect of someone your age gushing about him of all people, an average man who didn’t scream “friendly” to total strangers. Well, he wasn’t average but that didn’t matter. He folded his laundry and continued to eavesdrop on your call, not feeling an ounce of shame because you had so far called him “a greek god,” “a sexy farm boy,” and “a big softie.” Clark honestly wasn’t sure which of these was responsible for the raging hard-on he was suffering from and he didn’t really care because he could hear you compliment his scent to whoever you were on the phone with and he hated how vocal you were about your so-called “attraction” to him.

By the time you were finished with the phone call, you’d lost all hope of retaining any new information about the human body. Then again, if it were up to you, you could have studied his body. For science of course. All the time you were switching out your clothes and absent-mindedly scrolling through your notes, you couldn’t help but bring the flannel up to your nose, taking in deep breaths and relaxing as his musky scent hit your nostrils.

“Fucking hell he smells good.” You whispered to yourself, feeling the sudden urge to reach down and scratch that itch that’s been bothering you ever since he walked in. And you really were about to do it, had it not been for the drier letting you know your clothes are clean.

So much for wanting to get some studying done.

You collected your things and made your way up the stairs, halting at the second floor and looking at Clark’s door. It wasn’t that you were a stalker or anything. You just saw him a couple of times returning from work. Granted you’d stare at his ass for a few seconds but you didn’t purposely seek him out. You looked at your clothes and thought to just give him his flannel back but you immediately shook your head, ascending the stairs quickly before you changed your mind.

Clark was writing a new article when he heard your steps slow down and stop at the top of the stairs. He slowly stood up and approached the door, looking past the wood and watching as you silently debated on something before you thought against it and ran up the stairs. He smiled to himself, knowing he was right and that you wouldn’t return his plaid shirt just yet.

As soon as you got back to your apartment, you folded your clothes and paced around the empty living room. A heavy sigh made its way past your throat and you looked down at the shirt, wanting very much to relieve your stress but knowing there wasn’t time for that self-care session. You put the kettle on and decided to force yourself to get something done before the sun set. If you weren’t going to memorize that shit then you were certainly going to finish some of the other assignments.

Surprisingly, you managed to finish one of the research papers by eight and you lounged on your couch and listened to some jazz music as you wrote the discussion responses and questions for your other classes. You were happy that you’d only had the two research papers and the exams to study for. Rubbing your eyes, you managed to shut your laptop before rolling on the couch, staring out your curtains before taking a deep breath.

And that’s when it hit you.

It was such a stupid thought but for some reason, you genuinely believed you managed to finish all of this studying because of what you were wearing. You looked down at the shirt and pulled it to your nose for god knows what time that day, taking a deep breath before letting your mind wander to the little encounter from earlier.

You’ve had several crushes before but never like this. Not ones that made you feel peaceful at least. Maybe after this semester was over, you’d muster up the courage to ask him out. But what if he had someone already? How awkward would that be? Surely someone with his manners and looks had a girlfriend, a boyfriend even.

You didn’t dwell on that for too long, not wanting to grow sad at the prospect of missing your chances with a guy like him. You let your thoughts run over until you fell asleep, not realizing that Clark was also having a hard time riding his mind of you.

You hoped you could run into him again to avoid the awkward encounter of knocking on his door and giving him his shirt but that never happened. Somehow, you couldn’t get a sight of him for the rest of the week, which was strange considering how often you managed to get a glimpse of the man. And you noticed you’d started to stress out again when you realized his scent grew incredibly weak, the flannel no longer bringing you peace of mind as it has for the past few days.

There were only five days left and even though you had turned in all your research papers and taken one exam (and miraculously passed it), you still felt like shit. Five days to study for an exam should have been a Christmas gift compared to some of the schedules you had to deal with for the past two years, but you didn’t feel like studying and you hated that you knew what was keeping you from focusing.

You distracted yourself with numerous things, buying unnecessary clothes and accessories online and even calling your friend and asking her what show you could binge watch next.

“Fuck this shit,” you threw your pillow across the room and grabbed your phone, ordering some take out before pulling up all of your human anatomy notes in an attempt to study again. You looked around your apartment and saw the plaid shirt on the other end of the couch, rolling your eyes at the sudden need to wear it because if that meant you could focus even for a few minutes, you were definitely going to put it on.

A few minutes passed and you were still on the same diagram, swearing out loud when you heard the doorbell ring.

“Well that was quick,” you grabbed a five dollar bill to tip the driver, unlocking the door and pulling it harder than intended.

And then you forgot how to breathe for a second because shit shit shit Clark was standing in front of you and you were wearing his shirt and he was looking you up and down and fuck this was not okay. You silently cursed yourself because he was definitely going to think you were weird for wearing it when you had your own damn clothes.

“Hey,” was the only thing Clark managed to say because his neurons decided to misfire and not form a proper sentence. Goddamn his clothes looked so much better on you.

“H-hi.”

Clark cleared his throat and pretended he wasn’t gawking at you, holding out a few letters and waiting until you took them before he said anything else.

“These were in my box by accident. Sorry about that. I think a few of them might be late, I haven’t been here all week.” You watched as his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down before he pushed up his glasses and finally looked at you.

“Oh, thank you. Was it vacation week or something?” Of all the things you could have asked to not sound pathetically desperate, that should have been the last of them.

“Far from it, I was on an assignment and I had to go to Gotham to interview some businessman for the Daily Planet. Just got back.” He fixed the strap of his bag before shoving his hands in his pockets and such a simple gesture shouldn’t have made you drool but here you were.

“You’re a reporter?” Somehow, that made sense but it was weird to see someone who grew up on a farm come to the city and take the oddest job.

“Yeah.”

“That sounds nice.” You didn’t know what else to say, awkwardly shifting on your feet and hoping he’d continue the conversation for your sake.

“It is most of the time, but then you have to sit down with eccentric billionaires and then it’s not so fun anymore.” Clark remarked and he was struck with a soft chuckle that almost made him lose his balance.

“Let me guess, the infamous Bruce Wayne wasn’t as charming as everyone says he is.” You took a step forward and leaned against the door frame, noticing the way Clark stepped closer to you as well.

“How did you know?” Clark said with a hint of sarcasm and you shook your head before looking past him and silently cursing when you saw the delivery guy approaching you.

“I’ve got an order for Y/N.” The young man took one look at Clark before he knew it was best for him to just deliver the food and leave.

“Here, thank you so much.” You handed him the tip and smiled when he waved back at you.

“I’ll leave you to eat then,” Clark was about to walk away when you reached out and stopped him.

“Or you could come in? I ordered way too much food anyway.” You hoped you weren’t being too forward with him and let out a breath when he turned around and faced you.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to intrude.”

“You’re not.” You said way too quickly to your liking but knew it was worth it when he sent you that dashing smile again. He walked in and set his bag down before following you to the living room.

“Make yourself at home,” you set down the food on the table in front of the couch before walking to the kitchen to grab a few plates and some drinks. When you walked back and handed him the beer to open until you brought out all the food, he raised an eyebrow at you and asked the question he’d been wanting to ask ever since he saw you.

“Are you old enough to be drinking this?” He asked jokingly and hoped you didn’t find his question too weird.

“Hey hey I’ll have you know I am not as young as I look.” You playfully raised your voice and watched as he held his hands up in defeat.

“Just want to make sure I’m not breaking the law or anything.”

“I’m about to turn 23 so relax.” You sat down next to him, shoving the laptop to the side and grabbing the beer from his hand before rolling your eyes at him.

“So you are as young as you look then!” Clark hoped his tone still held some playfulness because he didn’t want you to know how turned on he was because of the age gap. Not that he expected anything.

“I’m old enough…” You let the words hang in the air, pretending you were focusing on splitting the food evenly between the two of you. Clark narrowed his eyes at you before shifting them towards the bit of skin peaking through the buttons of his shirt.

Fuck, his shirt.

“Thanks for this, I definitely wouldn’t have bothered to cook for myself tonight.” He broke the silence, trying to think of anything but you wearing that shirt around the apartment. And he really didn’t want to picture you going to sleep in it.

“Of course, I gotta return a bit of that southern hospitality after all.” You took a bite of the food and were about to say something when he beat you to it.

“And here I was thinking you could have just returned the shirt.” Of all the things you thought he was going to say, that was definitely not one of them because as far as you knew, he was not a confrontational man.

“I- uhhh, I was going t-”

“Relax sweetheart, I’m just teasing.” You almost choked on the food when he winked at you and you hoped to the almighty he wasn’t just pulling your leg. If your friend was here, she would have probably told you to play hard to get. But you were tired, and you didn’t think Clark was the kind of guy to enjoy that. He was older than you after all and he probably didn’t enjoy that childish behavior.

“Honestly, your shirt managed to help me with my stress.” When he said nothing and continued to stare at you, you decided you should probably apologize. “Sorry that sounded weird. Here I am being super creepy when you were just being nice. Probably don’t need this drama anyway.” You moved to get up and were about to head toward your room when you felt a hand wrap around your wrist and pull you back down.

“Don’t. You’re being honest. It’s a breath of fresh air actually.” You weren’t sure what made your heart race, the way he was looking at you or the warm fingers he had still wrapped around your wrist. You smiled all the same, nodding awkwardly before reaching for your laptop. You touched the mouse bar so the screen didn’t sleep and turned your attention to Clark again.

“Still studying the anatomy?” Clark pointed to the screen, finishing up his food and thanking you for it before standing up to throw away the empty boxes.

“I actually stopped studying for it this past week. Had other more important assignments and exams to finish. You sure you don’t want any more?” You closed the two other boxes and followed him to the kitchen, placing the boxes in the fridge before grabbing the plates and forks to place in the sink.

“I’m good thank you. When is this exam then?” He stood at the sink and folded his sleeves, the action not going unnoticed by you. When you looked up and saw that he was staring at you, you cleared your throat and went to the table to clean the rest of the things.

“It’s in five days and I really couldn’t care less because if I have to memorize one more fucking muscle, I’m going to lose my shit.” Clearing away everything, you washed your hands as well and followed him back to the couch, pretending you weren’t checking out his thighs that were currently spread out across his seat. Fuck he looked good.

“Maybe I can help with that.” Clark said before he could think twice about the bizarre idea

“How? Do you secretly know Professor Stevens and could talk to him for me so I don’t have to take the exam?” You jokingly asked, scrolling through the powerpoint to try and see which group you had to study next. When you didn’t hear a response and looked up, you saw Clark staring at you with an expression that you couldn’t quite understand.

“I sadly don’t know Professor Stevens, but I’ve heard that it’s easier to study these things when you have a real life example to map out.” There wasn’t an inch of hesitance in his words and Clark was finding it very hard to keep a straight face when you looked so flustered.

“Is this where you tell me you’re secretly a serial killer and I’m about to become one of your cadevers?” You tried to diffuse the sudden tension growing between you two but Clark never once dropped his gaze, setting his beer down on the table before standing up and rolling down his sleeves.

“No, but I am a willing participant and I will gladly be your example.” He didn’t give you a chance to respond, pulling his blue and green plaid shirt out of his jeans before unbuttoning the front, all the while making sure you never looked away.

By the time he was finished, you could feel how soaked your panties were and you hoped he didn’t notice you shift in your seat. When he smiled, you knew he did.

“Oh,” you whispered when he opened his shirt and took it off, leaving him in the wife beater and tight, dark jeans. You took a deep breath to try and relax your mind but then he pulled the white material out of his jeans in one swift move and you were left staring at his incredibly muscular, slightly hairy chest that had you wanting to jump his bones right away.

He sat down again, this time much closer to you. You cleared your throat before turning to your laptop and scrolling to the diagram about the bones, looking it over before facing Clark again and silently asking him if you could move closer. When he raised an eyebrow and nodded at you, you cleared your throat before taking his arm and pulling it on your lap.

You should’ve known it would be heavy considering how muscular he was but nothing prepared you for how soft his arm would be, even with all the hair. This was not the time to be horny and yet here you were, wanting to do something else with his fingers.

Softly, you took his hand and rested it on your lap, tracing his fingers as you called out the different bones on the limb. “Phalanges…metacarpals…c-carpals.” You spent a little bit longer on his wrist, turning it up before softly passing over the veins of his arms. When you realized you weren’t actually moving over the bones, you blinked rapidly before continuing to his arm. His arm was now rating completely on your lap and although his hand was facing the ceiling, you couldn’t help but feel like he was purposely making sure he was touching the skin of your thighs.

Dismissing the wild thought, you applied pressure with one hand on his ulna while the other passed over the hair of his arm and mirrored your actions but on his radius. When you looked up, you saw Clark’s piercing blue eyes staring into yours, not bothering to hide his obvious fascination with your lips before looking down to where you were touching him. You swallowed the lump in your throat before moving your hand to the humerus, not bothering to linger on his arm because you knew very well which bones that was.

Before you could convince yourself not to, you decided the hell with being appropriate, hands continuing their journey up to his shoulders before lingering over the clavicle, finding it incredibly sexy because it was protruding. And when your other hand moved to his chest and splayed across the center, you made sure to never look away from his suddenly dilated pupils, pushing on the hard center and whispering “sternum.”

“You’re doing pretty well darling…don’t know why you’re worried about this exam.” Clark’s jaw was tense and you knew he was as affected by you as you were by him.

“I’m more worried about muscle groups if I’m being honest.” You replied breathlessly, not expecting him to reach over and pull you on his lap. You gasped before settling down on him, not bothering to be sly when you moved your hips and found him hard beneath you.

“Get up close and personal Y/N, I don’t mind.” Clark smiled when you grabbed his arm and brought it close to you again, tracing the forearm and whispering the muscles as you touched each of them. “Flexor carpi ulnaris…E-extensor carpi radialis longus…ah fuck.” You couldn’t take it anymore, swearing when you felt his other hand grasp your thighs and squeeze them.

“Focus,” he dared to warn you, chuckling when you narrowed your eyes at him in warning.

You continued to move your fingers on his arm, no longer shying away from feeling him up a bit more. As soon as you reached his biceps and named the muscle, Clark was flexing beneath you, the small reflex turning you on way more than it should have. You lingered on his biceps a bit more than you should have and Clark noticed, the fingers of the arm you were studying wrapping around your upper arm before jerking you in his arms.

“I said focus.” His tone was dangerous and you couldn’t help the little drag you took across his thighs. Clark looked down at you before raising his eyebrows, his chest expanding with pride because your self-control was slipping just as his.

“D-deltoid,” you passed over his shoulders before finally reaching where you’ve wanted to touch him for so long. As soon as you placed both of your hands over his chest and whispered “pectoralis,” Clark was wrapping his arms around you and pulling you towards him, lips crashing against yours so aggressively you almost thought you broke your teeth. He was hungry to touch you, his arms not letting up once as he devoured your mouth. When you tried to pull away to breathe, Clark moaned against you, fingers pushing the back of your head towards him so he could suck on your tongue.

A few seconds later, he finally realized the two of you needed to breathe, letting go before continuing his attack down your neck. You found yourself pushing your body to him, sighing and moaning when you felt his teeth nip and suck on whatever skin he had access to.

“Jesus fucking Christ, do you have…any idea, how sexy you look in my shirt?” He paused in between words to kiss your neck before deciding he wanted your mouth again. You didn’t have much choice, giving yourself over to him and not bothering to attempt to have any control of the man beneath you. To say you were surprised by how needy and bold he suddenly was would have been the understatement of the century.

“God damn baby, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of you last week. Not when you looked so embarrassed with these pretty tits begging me to get an eyeful of’em.” He leaned down and bit you through the shirt, not caring how ridiculous he probably looked.

“Ohh Clark…please.” You weren’t sure what it was you were begging him for and you couldn’t care less.

“What do you want darling? I’ll give you anything you want. You’ve been such a good little sweetheart, wearin’ my shirt all week long. Were you Y/N?” You didn’t realize he was asking a question until he pulled away and lightly smacked your ass, begging you to answer him.

“Wh-what?”

“I asked, were you wearin’ my shirt all week?”

“Oh god fuck, yes. Yes I was.” You tried to get out of his grasp to touch him but he didn’t let you, teh vice grip he had around your waist letting you know he wasn’t planning on letting up anytime soon.

“Such a pretty darling. Tell me Y/N, why didn’t you give it to me when you were done?” Before you could answer him, Clark was maneuvering you around, and for some reason, you were still surprised by the sheer power this man had because he handled you as if you weighed nothing. You found yourself buried under the hunk of flesh, and although you should have felt somewhat claustrophobic, you didn’t. On the contrary, you felt safe surrounded by him.

“I- it’s going to sound stupid.” You tried to distract him because you were afraid he’d think you were weird.

“Please, baby. Tell me.” The man cooed in your ears and you were amazed by how soft he was being when a moment ago, he was just about ready to devour you.

“Y-you smell nice…your cologne, it helped me get work done. A-and I slept better when I wore it. Made me feel safe.” You couldn’t look at him, not wanting to drive him away by your obsession. You did only meet a week ago.

You took his silence for disgust and were about to push him away when he crushed you with his weight, stopping all thoughts of wanting to get away from him.

“Fucking hell Y/N, you’re going to be the death of me.” As soon as you looked into his eyes, Clark was pushing you further into the couch, his lips savoring every inch of your own, biting and engulfing them like a madman.

“Shouldn’t have gone to Gotham. Should’ve stayed here and tried to ask you out.” He was babbling nonsense, taking both of your hands in his and raising him high above your head.

“Oh god Clark…”

“Have dinner with me baby?”

“Yes anything. I’ll do anything you want me to do…j-just don’t stop. Please don’t stah-ahh,” you screamed in surprise when you heard buttons clattering across the floor, looking down at the ruined shirt before attempting to focus on Clark.

He was smiling devilishly at you, maintaining eye contact as he ripped the rest of the shirt before giving your newly exposed skin some attention. The man somehow was becoming sexier by the second and you had a feeling tonight would be a night you’d never forget.

He kissed up your stomach, licking the valley between your breasts before winking at you. Before you could beg him to not do the same with your bra, he was already ripping it in half, not bothering with your little whines as he attacked your nipples. You were a moaning mess beneath him, his name like a prayer on your lips as he sucked and bit and pinched your hardened peaks.

Clark continued his assault on you, not caring that you were shaking in his arms at this point. You were torn between looking down at him and throwing your head back to enjoy the sensations coursing through you. He moaned and growled as he sucked and pinched your nipples harder, occasionally jutting his hips and showing you just how much he wanted to have you.

It was so little, crept up on you without you noticing. Almost as if it was forced out of you. At a particular thrust of his hips, you were arching your back and pushing your breasts into his face, swearing and screaming his name until he slowly eased you down from your little high.

“Did…did you just-” Clark didn’t move a muscle, his cock finally catching up with his brain because did he just make you come without even touching your pussy?

“C-clark.” You sighed his name, looking at him through heavy-lidded eyes when you suddenly realized what just happened.

Before you could attempt an apology at how pathetic your body was, Clark was sitting up and trying to take his pants off. When you saw him fumbling through the simplest of tasks, you felt heated and proud to have made this man a mess, unbuckling his belt and throwing it away before pushing down the zipper and trying to kick his pants down. He barely managed to take off his shoes and socks, marveling at how soft and warm your hands were against his skin as you dragged his jeans down his legs.

“I need you, please. I need you inside me Clark. Now.” You begged insistently, no longer bothered by how needy this man made you. He nodded frantically and was about to pull down his boxer briefs when he remembered something. You watched him look around for something, furrowing your eyebrows at him before you realized what it was he wanted. “On the pill.” You half-yelled at him, not wanting to waste anymore time because you were so close to finally having him. He nodded at you and quickly got rid of his boxers, standing up and watching as your facial expression hardened and fear washed over your skin.

“Oh fuck,” you swore louder than you intended, eyes shifting from his leaking cock to his face. How the hell were you going to fit that in you?

“Shit, baby don’t look at me like that. W-we can stop. I could just-” Clark tried to slow down, not wanting to hurt or even scare you in any way.

“You kidding me? I’ve only been thinking about you fucking me senseless ever since I saw you. You’ll fit, it’ll be tight but y-you’ll fit. Just- just be gentle…go slow.” Your words slowed down as you became less and less positive that he was, in fact, going to fit his cock inside you and you watched as it twitched between his legs with every comment you said.

“Fuck, don’t say things like that darling.” Clark was slowly losing himself in you, but he really didn’t want to let that affect him in any other way. He leaned down slowly, pulling you up until you were standing on one foot before turning you around in his arms and laying back on the couch with you on top of him.

“Come here Y/N.” He whispered in your ears, wanting to feel your weight on top of him to remind him of how fragile you were in his arms.

“Clark, I-” You turned your head to try and look at him, shutting your eyes when you felt his hands roaming your body.

“Shhh sweetheart I got you. I’ll go slow, won’t even hurt you. But you have to promise that, ah fuck, i-if you do feel like you can’t do this, tell me. Don’t wanna lose you Y/N.” You weren’t sure what made you shudder, how kind he was even when he was painfully hard, or how he was making sure to let you know this wasn't just sex for him.

You nodded against him, spreading your legs across his thighs and looking down to see where his hands stopped. He made small circles around the outer lips of your pussy, groaning in your ears when he felt how wet and hot you were for him.

“Ready for me?” Clark reluctantly asked, waiting until you hummed your approval before grabbing his cock and inching the leaking tip into your pussy. He stopped moving when he felt you throw your head back against him, about to ask you if it was too much when you grabbed his hand and moved it towards your center, where you were joined.

“F-fuck ahh Clark, y-you can keep going.” You barely managed to say to him, focusing on your lower muscles and trying to loosen up a bit to get used to him. Clark on the other hand was having a hard time, in more ways than one, trying to not shove his dick all the way inside of you. But when he heard your little plea, he couldn’t deny you anything, thrusting up into you and waiting until you adjusted to him stretching you out before moving again.

Within minutes, you were a mess above him, repeating his name over and over as you felt his cock reach so deep inside you while his hand circled around your clit.

“Fucking hell Y/N, you’re so tight. So warm and tight…such a good darling aren’t you?” He whispered words of encouragement in your ears, continuing to slowly buck his hips up into you as his hands touched your skin.

“Clark, you feel so good…stretching me out like no one else. I- oh god ohh my god yes right there, I’ve never had big cock like you before.” You were sure he was going to split you in half and the thought of him destroying you made you even wetter. You could hear him pushing in and out of you, your juices letting him slide in easier than a few minutes before.

“Yeah baby just like that, keep taking my cock. You’re so good to me darling…made for me. Could spend hours inside you Y/N, if you only let me.” Clark kissed your shoulders before biting and sucking red marks across your neck, wanting to touch you anywhere he could reach.

You finally managed to turn your head around enough to look at him, forcing your eyes to open and gasping when you could barely make out the blue of his orbs. You leaned down and kissed him, holding onto the hand snaked around your thighs and pleasuring you before you felt a different kind of heat spread inside you.

Clark came with a growl, holding you down to him as he continued to fuck you. You fisted your hands around the couch, shaking in his arms when you felt him harden even more inside you.

“Clark, you…did you-”

“Please baby, can I keep fucking you? Please, you feel like heaven.” You were sure you died and went to a different reality because this man did not have a refractory period and was probably going to be the death of you.

“Yes, fuck, yes okay just- I need to look at you, touch you, move with you.”

“Shit yeah alright I can do that, let me.” Clark slowly sat up, pulling you off of him and wincing when the cold air hit his skin. He didn’t give you a chance to get used to being empty, immediately pulling you onto his lap and lowering you down on his still hard cock before leaning up to kiss you. You hissed at the stretch again, distracting yourself with his lips and the flexing muscles beneath your hands to not think of how deep he was reaching inside of you.

Supporting your weight on him, you started riding him at a slightly quicker pace, wanting to come on his cock just once before he continued to use you to get off.

“Come on Y/N, want to feel this pretty little cunt come ‘round me. Please darling, will you give me that? Will you come around me? So..f-fucking good,” Clark reached around and grabbed your ass, finding it incredibly sexy that you were scratching his chest to release some of that tension you felt from having him stretch you out.

Hearing him begging you to come around him was probably what had done it.. Or perhaps it was the way his muscles rippled beneath you each time you sought out his skin for support. It didn’t matter in the end because Clark fucked you through your orgasm, whispering nonsensical things in your ears and waiting until you returned to your senses before he asked you a question.

He remained motionless to not distract you, pulling you to his chest to kiss you again before nuding you to answer him.

“Let’s move this to the bedroom?” Clark asked, perhaps the third or fourth time, chuckling against you when you just nodded and wrapped your limbs around him. He carefully stood up, refusing to pull out while trying to not hurt you and push in any further. You didn’t show any sign of discomfort when he stood to his full height, slowly walking around the table towards the only hallway in the apartment.

When he did get to your room, he wrapped his arms around your back and made sure to lay down on the bed without breaking the hazy spell you were under. When he was sure you were comfortable, he supported his weight on his arms and pulled away from your neck to get a better look at you.

He found you smiling and staring back at him, hands moving his sweaty hair away from his handsome face while the other one still held onto his arms.

“Clark.” The way you said his name twisted something in his stomach and he knew that he couldn’t possibly go on without telling you his secret. He didn’t want to risk putting your life in danger, but something told him you’d be willing to take that chance for him. At least he hoped he was worth it to you.

“Y/N, I-”

“Please, move…let me make you feel good baby.” You cut him off, knowing he was probably trying to say something that didn’t need to be addressed anytime soon.

And my god, when he did start thrusting into you again, it was like you found the answer to a question you never knew you had. He was so gentle, kissing you everywhere and smiling when he saw the dazed expression aimed at him. He continued to whisper sweet things in your ear, occasionally pinching your nipples or rubbing your clit with his navel.

You arched your back against him, feeling the familiar tug in your lower stomach but wanting to wait until he came with you. You could tell Clark was chasing after his orgasm because his grunts grew louder and his rhythm faltered. His arms moved from caging you in to grabbing your neck and pushing you up to him so he could kiss you. In the end, it was his neediness that pushed you over the edge, crying out his name as you felt him thrust into you one, two, three times before you felt the familiar heat fill your insides.

Had you had one functioning neuron, you would have marveled at how much more he came the second time around. But you didn’t.

The both of you stayed wrapped around each other until Clark realized that should he stay inside you any longer, he would probably go for round three, and the last thing he wanted was to freak you out by how long he could go.

When he finally forced himself to pull out, he swore under his breath at the sight of his cum leaking out of you and before he could stop himself, he was pushing his cum back into your cunt, smirking with pride when your legs shook and you winced at the thick fingers pushing in and out of you.

Clark, however, was surprised when he didn pull his fingers out and watched as you grabbed his wrist and pulled the two digits into your mouth, never losing eye contact as you licked and sucked his fingers till they were clean.

“You’re going to be the death of me Y/N.” Clark smiled before falling to the side and wrapping his arms around you. You sighed happily, looking up at him as you traced shapes around his chest.

“I didn’t hurt you did I?” Clark asked to make sure you weren’t feeling any discomfort.

“Pretty sure I won’t be able to walk for the next few days but fuck me it was worth it.”

“Careful what you wish for Y/N.” Clark warned and you laughed against him before you snuggled into his embrace.

A few minutes passed in silence before you realized you needed to ask him what’s been on your mind ever since he walked into your apartment.

“You aren’t put off by my age are you?” Clark looked quizzically at you before pushing up to his elbows, making sure you knew he was giving you his undivided attention. You continued to play with his chest hair, refusing to look at him when you elaborated. “I just know that…well, sometimes, older guys don’t take younger girls too seriously and..what I wanted to tell you was-”

“This wasn’t just sex to me Y/N. I want to go on dates with you. I want to take you out to galas we have at work. I want to help you out when you’re too stressed or when you need to vent about something. I want to be here with you. If anything, I feel like you deserve someone your age.” Clark combed back your hair, taking the hand on his chest and bringing it to his lips before kissing it over and over again.

“I don’t think I can find anyone my age that’ll make me feel as safe as you make me.” Clark would never get used to hearing you admit you feel safe with him. It did something to him knowing you weren’t one to shy away from vocalizing your thoughts and emotions.

“You mean you won’t find a guy who’ll let you steal his shirts and walk around with them.” You punched his chest and allowed yourself to breathe again because now that you got this off your chest, you could be sort of normal again.

Clark was about to say something when he felt you trace his skin again, the hairs on his arms feeling standing up at your obvious attraction to him. He wasn’t a vain man, far from it, but he felt happy that you were pleased with him.

“Don’t tempt me sweetheart.”

“What? I’m just reviewing for the exam. You don’t want me to fail do you?” You asked playfully, hoping to god he didn’t feel weird by how much you wanted to touch him.

“By all means, review.” Clark laid his head over his arms, flexing the muscles you were currently “studying” before looking down and raising an eyebrow at you. “But I’m not responsible for what’s to follow.”

“Is that a promise or a warning?”

In the blink of an eye, Clark was shoving himself between your legs, shamelessly rolling his hips against your wet core and not caring that you probably needed some rest before you went for it again.

“It’s just my southern hospitality darling.”

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legoshi-plz · 3 years

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How about birthday prompts (Like how they celebrate your birthday and how you celebrate theirs)?

Warning: NSFW-ish themes (Riz and Bill’s part),

All Characters are adults, around mid-20s here. So basically a couple years after college. Except for Gouhin, Oguma, and Gosha who are their canon ages.

Reader is Gender Neutral

Louis:

Your Birthday:

- Mr. MoneyBags here is going to go all out as far as expenses go.

- Fancy Dinner at an elegant restaurant, picks you up in his ridiculous sports car which you’ve rode in a million times but it’s still exciting. (Also, Louis drives extremely fast. He’s a good driver but if he’s not going at least 30 miles over the speed limit, he feels like he might as well be parked in the street. Also has a bad habit of running red lights and stop signs just because he can.)

- Buys you a brand new outfit just to wear to dinner and has it delivered to you in the morning in a red velvet box with a silk bow. You’re a little uncomfortable with the whole high society scene but you go along with it anyway for Louis’ sake.

- At dinner, he orders for you. He has a bad habit of doing that, even though you’ve told him multiple times you’re capable of making your own decisions. At least he usually orders you something you end up liking.

- Night concludes back at his place, he pulls out another velvet box similar to one from this morning except this box is much smaller which only meant one thing: jewelry.

- “Louis... Are there diamonds in this?”

- “....”

-“Louis...”

-“.... Maybe...”

- You refuse to accept the overly expensive gift, refuse to even look at it. You give it back to him and you could see he’s a little hurt but you assure him you know he means well but everything was just a little too much and you felt out of place.

- He accepts your criticism gracefully even if he is a little frustrated you wouldn’t accept his gift he spent so much time picking out. He promises to tone it down next year.

His Birthday:

- You actually really hate Louis’ birthday because he almost never spends it with you.

- He always works on his birthday, not seeing it as important enough to halt business.

- You’ve tried everything from bribing his assistant to haggling his bodyguards but nobody can get Louis out of his office in his birthday.

- You’ve learned to let it go, and usually surprise him by doing something special the week before.

Legoshi:

Your Birthday:

- All about being sweet. Values time and effort over anything and hopes that you see it that way too.

- Makes you breakfast in bed, he’s a pretty good cook all things considering (it’s a skill he picked up while being a waiter.)

- Takes you out for lunch, the two of you spend the day doing pretty regular couple stuff but you’re just happy to be there with him.

- Your present is something that’s both useful and to your taste, like along the lines of a sweater or cardigan in your favorite color. He makes sure it’s oversized because he knows how much you love to wear his sweaters and he even has your name embroidered in small cursive letters above the heart.

- You love your gift and how the two of you spent the day.

His Birthday:

- You two spend it almost identically, just with he roles reversed.

-Legoshi is still a little uncomfortable with extra attention so if you want to incorporate his friends into anything then you’ll have to be really stealthy about it.

- No surprise parties please, he literally would melt into the floor with embarrassment. Best to take him somewhere and his friends slowly join in organically (or at least, you hoped it came off as organic but it really didn’t)

- “Hey Legoshi, fancy seeing you two here at this restaurant in this reserved section. Mind if I join ya?” By the tenth time that exact excuse was used, the cat was well out of the bag.

- Legoshi appreciates your efforts though, even if he’s not one for attention. He sort of clings to you the entire night, whether it be holding your hand, gripping your thigh, encircling your waist, etc. as long as he’s touching you, he feels calmer and it helps tone down his anxiety.

- Overall, Legoshi’s the type to be fine with almost any birthday celebration (or even none at all) as long as he can be with you.

Juno:

Your Birthday:

- Makes you do something spontaneous for once, even if you’re hesitant.

- Takes you somewhere like Skydiving, or Paragliding, or Bungee Jumping. If you’re adamant about making it to your next birthday not risking your life then she will settle for something a little more mild like Scuba Diving.

- Can not stop gushing about how hot you look in your wetsuit and flusters you in front of the Scuba instructor (he’s an older Walrus and finds it cute to see young animals in love).

- The two of you end up having a blast and you’re happy you went along with Juno’s plan, even if it tired you out completely.

- Once the two of you get home and shower, you collapse onto the bed and fall asleep almost immediately, the exhaustion from the deep diving really taking it’s toll.

- Juno enters the bedroom holding a cake with lit candles and wearing brand new sexy lingerie she purchased just for you to rip off of her. She’s a little disappointed to find you unconscious but she figures it is your birthday and you can sleep if you want to.

- She blows out the candles for you and puts the cake in the kitchen, then she throws on a robe and snuggles up next your slumbering figure.

Her Birthday:

- She wants to travel for her birthday and she can’t think of anyone she’d rather take a trip with more than you.

- You two go somewhere hot and tropical, probably somewhere near a beach (she loves any excuse to wear a bikini and sunbathe)

- You two probably find a bar near the beach and get drunk, her moreso then you because you start to sober up as the night goes on so you’re able to take care of her.

- You take her back to the hotel and tuck her in after helping her get ready for bed. She a giggling, flirty drunk mess the entire time but it still makes your heart soar because you know she had fun.

- Before she falls asleep, she whispers to you that this was her favorite birthday yet.

Riz:

Your Birthday:

- He’s waking you up with morning head, no way around it. You wake up to him kissing your neck, then your collarbone, down your stomach and he just keeps going down until he has you whimpering and falling apart beneath him.

- Then the two of you take a shower together and he’s making you cum for him in a totally different way.

- But once you finally pry his humongous paws off of you, you think you’ll be able to relax but he has other plans.

- He sends you off to the Spa. He’s not going in with you because he wouldn’t be caught dead in one but buys you the best top of the line experience . You enjoy the peace and relaxation but you’re kind of lonely and just want to be with him.

- When you get home, he presents your gift to you which is probably something big and wooden that he made himself because he’s great with his hands and actually an amazing craftsman. Probably something like a intricate Wooden Gazebo outside so you could sit and enjoy your garden.

- “Riz, how the hell did you get this back here without me knowing?” You ask, your arms still wrapped around his neck from where you squealed in excitement, lavishing him with kisses.

- “Built it off site, just needed a few hours to install it,” Riz winked, cupping your ass with both hands and lifting you up so your legs could wrap around his waist.

- “So that’s why you made me spend my birthday alone?” You pouted.

- “Yeah, m’sorry about that, baby. But I can make it up to you...” Riz growled, carrying you inside to the bedroom.

“Wait, I wasn’t done looking at my gift,” you giggled as he began nipping at the fur at the base of your neck.

“Trust me, it’s not going anywhere,”

His Birthday:

- Riz loves nature and outside in general. So for his birthday you plan a camping trip deep in the forest.

- You don’t tell him anything about it, you just make him request two days off of work, no questions asked.

- You two leave early in the morning, drive deep into the forest and then you spring it on him. You also let him know that if he doesn’t like the idea, theres still time to turn back and spend his birthday in the city.

- Not a chance if that happening though, this man LOVES the outdoors. He’s already halfway out the car before you could even put it in park.

- The two of you have a blast setting up the tent, making the campfire, cooking dinner over said campfire, and communing with nature.

- “There’s a river that runs north of here, it’s about a 15 minute walk from here, I figured we could go fishing there tomorrow morning,” You tell him as you sit in his lap, admiring the fire.

- However, the two of you don’t make it there until we’ll into the afternoon and it was a miracle you made it there at all. Riz had fucked you senseless last night, the atmosphere of nature giving him a newfound surge of energy. It’s a good thing no one was around because the two of you were almost embarrassingly loud.

- Anyways, Riz thoroughly enjoys his weekend of wilderness and fucking you like a wild animal all throughout the forest. You enjoy it as well despite the fact he has you almost limping by the end of the trip.

Bill:

Your Birthday:

- Honestly, he forgets. If you wait on him to remember or ‘surprise you’, then you’ll only end up ruining your own birthday.

- If you remind him on the day of, he takes you out to eat at a nice restaurant but it’s still very last minute.

- If you remind him the day before, he’ll at least get you a gift but it’s last minute.

- Overall, if you want to actually enjoy your birthday with him, you better plan it yourself

His Birthday:

- Plans an entire house party himself and invites everyone, it seems, but you. He wasn’t exactly aiming to exclude you, he just thought it’d be a given that you would be there. However, if you didn’t show up, he wouldn’t really notice either way.

- It’s wild and crazy. A ridiculously huge amount of people show up and there’s alcohol coming from every direction, and Bill is soaking up every ounce of the attention.

- Once you finally had enough of being ignored, you go home. You doubt that Bill will even notice you’ve left.

- You’re at home, showered, and about to head to bed when your phone starts ringing. It’s an unknown number so you let it ring out. But then they call back again, and again, and again. Disturbed, you accept it on the fourth call just in case it’s an emergency.

- “Finally they picked up! Y/N? You there?” It was one of Bill’s friends. Apparently in his drunken state, he went into a rage when he couldn’t find you and had been crying for you to come back for almost an hour. He was inconsolable and his friends knew there was only a matter of time before he started a fight at his own party. You were irritated but you still allowed them to drop him off at your place.

- The second you answered your front door, the giant tiger in question was all over you, squeezing you right and asking why you left him. You helped him inside and laid him in your bed.

- He cuddled with you for maybe 10 minutes tops before he was out like a light. You end up falling asleep next to him, finally enjoying a little peace for once tonight.

- That peace doesn’t last long though, Bill wakes up the next morning horny. Like extremely horny. You wake up to him grinding against your thighs, whimpering and begging to let him fuck you. You give in to the belated birthday boy and he proceeds to give you the sloppiest, most sensual, earth-shattering morning strokes of your life. You’re so mind blown by how good he fucked you, you forget about how angry you were with him.

- After a well needed shower, he takes you out for breakfast to apologize for how much of an ass he was on his birthday. You accept but tell him if he ever pulls something like that again, he can look for a new lover.

Collot:

Your Birthday:

- Surprisingly wants to spoil you on your birthday but unlike Riz, he actually minds being apart from you (he’s hella clingy, he just hates to admit it) so whatever activities he has planned, the two of you are doing it together.

- Takes you to a fancy resort, somewhere in the mountains where it’s cold and there’s snow on the ground even during the summer months.

- The two of you attempt skiing but you’re terrible at it and he ends up laughing at you falling majority of it.

- You two also enjoy the giant jacuzzi the lounge has to offer but Collot can not keep his hands off of you and eventually you two have to run back to your room for a midday quickie.

- His birthday gift to you is something simple, like a necklace with your birthstone in it. You love it and allow him to put it on you.

- The rest of the evening, it’s just you and your man, walking along the Snow filled grounds, sipping warm apple cider, and enjoying the break from the rest of the world.

Gouhin:

His Birthday:

- This man wants REST. No need to go all out, his life is crazy enough the other 365 days of the year. Just give him some peace and relaxation and he’s good to go.

- He also loves your cooking and wouldn’t be opposed to you cooking him a huge meal.

- Also loves your body and wouldn’t be opposed to you doing that thing that he really likes in bed ;)

- Your gift to him would be something he can use but also is a little unnecessary. Something like a ridiculously fancy, golden calligraphy pen for his office or a brand new crossbow with genuine leather straps. He’s pretty hard to shop for so it’s always best to go with something he already has, just a newer model.

- Honestly just wants to spend his birthday with his baby (you) as if it’s any other day.

Gosha:

Your Birthday:

- Gosha is so lovable, he’s probably more excited it’s your birthday than you are.

- He’s picked up quite a few skills over the years and baking is one of them. Bakes you a giant birthday cake in your favorite flavor. You’re grateful he was so thoughtful and made such an extravagant cake but there’s no way you’re going to finish this entire thing.

- You end up inviting over friends just to get rid of some of the cake, which they’re more than happy to do since it’s absolutely delicious.

- A few of your friends bring group dishes and fancy wine and soon it’s a whole party underway. The small gathering is actually a blast and you can’t think of a better way to spend your birthday other than surrounded by the people you love.

Oguma:

Your Birthday:

- Mr. Moneybags 2.0

- Gets you a crazy expensive gift like a brand new car and calls it a day.

- Not really much for spending time or celebrating traditionally. But to compensate, he’ll buy you the world (even after you’ve repeatedly told him you don’t need all that.)

- Probably won’t even see you on your birthday because his schedule is so overbooked but sends you plenty of gifts to remind you that he loves you.

- It stings not seeing him on your birthday but at this point in the relationship, you don’t really expect anything else from him.

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petruchio · 3 years

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bro the skywalker line is so weird. everyone was hot. shmi, gorgeous, like a madonna painting. anakin, 6’+, beefy romance novel man — v pretty. padmé, no explanation. stunning, gawgeous, flawless. luke, cute dainty perfection. leia, striking, bold dark eyes, unforgettable. han, smile lights up the stars, hair floofs, everything you could want. and all this culminated in kylo ren. how. no shade to adam driver, i just don’t find him hot. kylo ren was a bitch from the get go.

honestly i feel like with the right styling or maybe better writing i could've gotten on board with kylo ren, like i'm don't personally find adam driver that attractive but like, if you asked me who i'm more attracted to, kylo ren or adam driver in the undercover boss kylo ren snl skit, it would be the snl skit?? because it's actually funny?? like lmk why kylo ren has more dimension in that one clip than in 3 star wars movies.

i just feel like kylo as a character was so uninteresting and poorly written, and his costume design and styling was just like, snape but in star wars. like what are we supposed to do with that, i can't fucking believe that THIS character split nerd culture into warring factions over whether or not he's a soft baby or whatever the weirdos think these days like. he just sucks! as a character! he's not well written! why are we talking about him!!

but yeah the skywalker line is truly sexy as fuck like who allowed that... space royalty but make it fashion

#answered #anonymous

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thelonesomequeen · 3 years

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Ok, so SMA usually goes to someone who has a big project to promote or someone who just wants the vanity title. As far as public knows he has absolutely nothing coming out until the Buzz movie next year. And even if some big role was gonna be announced this type of extra press would usually be done close to the release- not the announcement of it. So is Chris just needing extra attention, is he that vain? Are they running low on guys to give the title too? The timing just makes no sense what so ever.

It doesn’t make sense to me either. I figured it would probably eventually happen for him, but I expected it to come along with a bigger year for him in Hollywood.

I won’t lie, I’m kind of surprised it didn’t go to Regé-Jean Page this year after the success of Bridgerton or someone with big upcoming releases like Tom Holland (although I’d personally label him cute over sexy) or Adam Driver 🦎

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mummybear · 4 years

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Getting Into Trouble

This Is Day 5 Of Roleplay May

Words: 4114

Warnings: Smut, Wall Sexy, Swearing, Dirty Talk, Rough Sex, Think That’s It :P

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader, (Marie) Reader’s Best Friend (OC), Sam Winchester, Unnamed Club Bitches

Summary: Meeting your best friend Marie at your local nightclub turns out to be a more exciting night that you had originally planned. Especially when your favourite doorman is on duty and doesn’t take his eyes off of you all night. This is also for @deanwanddamons1Kfollowerchallenge So happy for you babe you deserve it :D I had the prompt ..... ‘Sometimes you need it so bad, it’s enough to drive a young girl mad.’

A cold chill whips through the summer air as you step out of the cab, quickly leaning inside the window to pay the driver. It doesn’t take long for you to approach the steps of the club, it’s a small but popular place. A place which had been quickly growing in popularity, largely thanks to the hot staff it had recently acquired, both inside and outside of the establishment. At least that’s what you had heard, however, you and your best friend Marie had been coming here for years before the change.

A small smile slips onto your lips when you spot your favourite bouncer and doorman, right at the front of the crowd standing on the very first step. He’s looking as handsome as ever, light brown hair styled just so, green eyes that are practically shining with that bad boy twinkle when he winks at you.

He’s not as wide as the other guys, but he towers over them in height. With broad shoulders that you’ve often imagined clinging to and bow legs like no other man you’d ever seen. He’s dressed simply, but god does he wear all black extremely well. Tight black t-shirt, which you know from experience has the word security printed on the back in white block letters, with what look like tailor made pants and smart black shoes.

“Hey there sweetheart, long time no see” he greets you, just as friendly and charming as ever, with a gorgeous grin that’s all perfect teeth and plump lips. He takes your ID from you, letting his fingers gently graze yours, quickly glancing at it before he hands it back.

“Yeah it’s been a while, you’re still looking real good though” you smile sweetly, the tip of your tongue poking out between your lips as your eyes rake over him, appreciating every perfect inch of that man.

“Uh, thanks” the blush that coats his freckled cheeks is so cute, you would’ve thought he was used to the compliments by now. He licks hips plump pink lips and flicks his eyes up to meet yours again. “You’re lookin’ pretty damn sexy yourself” he rasps, voice sounding a little deeper than before as he nips at his bottom lip with his teeth.

“Hopefully I’ll see you later and you’ll finally tell me your name this time” you smile back, returning his earlier wink and tucking your ID back in your bag.

“I’d really like that. Just don’t go and get yourself into any trouble. I will throw you over my shoulder this time” he warns you playfully, you don’t miss how he lets his eyes shamelessly rake over your body.

You have to practically press your body against his to get inside, what with the amount of people trying to squeeze inside all at once. You look up at him through your black lashes, giving him your best seductive look. “Oh, promises, promises Mr green eyes. I might just have to get myself into a little trouble then” you wink as he shakes his head at you, giving you a gentle shove inside.

“Go! I’ve gotta work!” he laughs, finally turning away from you.

The moment that you actually step into the club you realise just how busy it really is tonight. There’s the odd cluster of people here and there blocking your path. People that you almost have to fight your way through, as well as the idiots paying no attention and filtering in and out, being stopped by the doormen and bouncers for god only knows what reason.

The music is quite literally pumping, to the point that you can feel the vibrations under your feet. You really need a damn drink right now and the bar is completely packed. You were really happy with your outfit tonight though, choosing it hadn’t been too difficult once you’d found the right dress. It fit your body perfectly, it was black and purple and stopped a little above your knees. Luckily your heels weren’t too high, since you were definitely planning on dancing tonight, preferably without getting blisters.

You sigh defeated, seeing the size of the lines at the bar, as they continue to grow before your eyes.

Until you spot your best friend waving at you from her usual table by the bar. Relief fills you as you get ever closer, where you notice that she’s already gotten a few rounds at the table and of course she couldn’t forgo the shots. That would definitely save you the wait, meaning that you could get this night started right.

“So, I see Mr green eyes is back, he asked about you by the way,” Marie practically shouts into your ear as she pulls you into a hug.

“Yes he is and considering he works here babe, that’s not too strange” you laugh, ignoring her final comment, you pull back to look at her. “Oh and hello to you too by the way”

“Sorry love I’ll behave. Or I’ll try at least” she winks as you both take your seats. You shake your head at her with a wry smile, unable to stop the scoff falling past your lips.

“Yeah that’ll be the day, you’re worse than me!” laughing as you clink your shot glasses together, resting a hand over her heart Marie gasps. “Down the hatch, you dork!” you shout over the loud music and that fake hurt dissolves almost immediately making way for her devilish grin beneath.

Your time together is filled with conversations of mutual friends and things you’d both done since last meeting up. Not forgetting the unsuccessful dates you had both been on, Marie can’t help but remark that you’re sexually frustrated. “I dunno what you’re talking about honey, I’m fine. In fact, I’m more than fine. Me and Mr Vibrator have it very much under control” you wink when she snorts with laughter, almost choking on her drink.

“Oh that is not the fucking same Y/N! And you damn well know it!” replying through a laugh while pushing another shot towards you. You roll your eyes but you can’t help but smile at her. You’d really missed this and as usual Marie understood more than she knew. “Nothing like a good hard fucking, which you so clearly need!”

“I am not fucking some stranger! You know that’s just not me, besides who says some random guy is gonna be any good” you reason as she shrugs at your answer.

“Doesn’t have to be a complete and total stranger. We both know someone who is just dying to get into those twisted panties of yours. Pretty sure that’s a man who knows his way around a woman” she winks, nodding over to where Mr green eyes is now standing, clearly it was time for a switch around at the club, since he’d come inside with one of his buddies and was chatting about something.

“Would you drop it woman! That man is so far out of my league. So can I please just have a great night out with my girl!” you sigh pushing another shot towards her with a pout.

“Fine. I’ll drop it. But he would be lucky to get in those pants” you roll your eyes but can’t help but smile as you take your next shot, she’d always been the best wing woman going.

The drinks keep flowing, thanks to the hot barman that Marie is currently waving at, he had apparently been trying to hook up with her for a while, but she was adamant they were only friends. It doesn’t take very long for the two of you to have a steady buzz going, after around five shots each and whatever cocktails she’d ordered before you’d got there.

“I wanna dance, come on. Please” your friend pouts at you, grabbing at your hand and dragging you off in the direction of the dance floor, she doesn’t give you time to argue.

Those puppy dog eyes she gives you tends to always do the trick. Although, if you were being honest you were also in the mood for a dance, to try and get some of the pent up energy out of your system. Keeping your fingers crossed that hopefully you could stop your mind from wandering, back to that sexy green eyed doorman, which thanks to your wing woman was becoming increasingly difficult.

The music was practically vibrating through your entire body as you and Marie stepped onto the dance floor. Christina Aguilera’s Dirty had just started playing, you glance up and spot Mr green eyes across the room, he was with another doorman now, the only guy that you were aware of who was actually taller than him. To your surprise he’s looking right at you, his bottom lip caught between his teeth.

Marie walks behind you and grabs your hips, pressing herself tight against your back.

“What are you doing woman!” you laugh as she rests her chin on your shoulder, the two of you start to rock to the beat in time with one another, raising your arms in the air as you continue to rock back against her.

“Just go with it! He has not stopped staring at you since we stood up. Not to mention he’s with the tallest man I’ve ever seen and I’ve got the sudden urge to go man climbing”

You burst out laughing at the serious way she says that, “Want a ride on man mountain huh?” you ask still half laughing as both continue moving to the beat, Marie giggles behind you as the beat speeds up. You’re slowly becoming more distracted as you watch them both move closer, your own hands start moving over your body, keeping your eyes on him the entire time.

You drop down slowly, your ass pressing back into Marie, until you settle back on the heels of your feet, thinking back to a move in the music video for this song. You can feel the muscles of your calves and thighs tense as you lean forward slightly. Slowly sliding your hands down your thighs, stopping at your knees as you part your legs and quickly snap them shut again. Standing slowly, you keep your eyes fixed on Mr. Green eyes, whose fists are currently clenched at his sides.

You don’t notice the way that his friend is staring at Marie as you push back into her with your ass, both of you laughing as she swats at it playfully and wraps her arms around you from behind.

However, your happy moods are soon ruined when a drunk group of girls fight to get past you, the one at the front bumps into you and Marie, nearly knocking you both on your asses.

“Watch where you’re going!” she slurs shoving at your shoulders, causing you to stumble back a little unsteady on your heels.

“I’m sorry. What the hell are you talking about? You’re the one who’s clearly drunk off their ass here. You walked into us!” you shout back over the music, resisting the urge to shove her back.

“Get your bitch in line. Nobody talks to my sister like that” one of the other girls squawks, sounding like an angry bird, as they all step closer to the both of you.

“What did you just fucking call her!” Marie snaps, stepping closer to the group. Where she receives a chorus of ‘you heard’ from the group of idiots. “Get your moron sister in line then, if she can’t walk straight she probably shouldn’t be here. She’s clearly had too much and needs to get her childish ass home!” Marie responds irritation lacing her tone as she tries to reason with these people. Just about managing to dodge out of the way just in time to avoid another shove.

“Stop fucking shoving people” you practically growl, finally your control snaps, shoving back as hard as you can, sending one of the girls stumbling back into the group.

“You stupid slut!” the defender shouts, raising her fist. But she’s quickly blocked by a large body and hand that’s twice the size catches her balled up fist.

“I warned you! You’re coming with me, Miss” someone growls to your side, you recognise that voice instantly, you can’t help but grin happily. Not quick enough to move away or turn to look at him properly before he throws you over one of those broad shoulders, causing you to let out an excited scream..

Your eyes search for Marie when you hear her over the music somehow. Finding her in an almost identical position to your own. Once she’s thrown over the giant's shoulder Marie gives you a thumbs up, smacking his ass as he walks away with her. The scenery behind you bumps around, swaying awkwardly as you’re carried through several doors, clinging to the back of his t-shirt for dear life as he walks..

Another door is kicked open, where you feel the cool breeze blow across your almost naked ass.

“So, where are we going Mr. mysterious?” you question, your voice dipping with his every step.

When suddenly the back door to the club swings closed behind you with a loud bang.

A surprised noise you don’t recognise leaves your lips when he returns your earlier hit. With a harsh slap to your ass. Since apparently your dress had ridden up, it was a little more skin on skin that you’d been expecting.

You hear him chuckle, right before he tugs the bottom of your dress down and bends over, carefully lowering you until your feet touch the ground again.You look up at him with a smile when his hands grab your hips, making sure that you’re stable on your own.

Running your hands up his strong chest, your touch remains light, enjoying the way his muscles flex beneath his shirt. It’s really dark out here, with no real light. Only a few neon lights to light the alley way.

“I’m not sure that I approve of you manhandling-” your words are silenced when his plump lips suddenly press against yours, with an urgency you hadn’t expected.

Your hands fist in his tight t-shirt in an attempt to pull his body closer, while he walks you backwards and presses you into the wall. You feel his tongue brush against your lips when they part, gripping your leg tight he hooks it over his hip, rolling his hips into you. You can feel the bulge through his black pants, pressing against the front of your panties, nudging repeatedly at your clit. The way he feels against you only encourages you to rock back against him.

Your tongues finally meet and you can taste the faint whiskey that lingers there, somehow you knew he’d be a whiskey man.

Your hands move to fist in his hair, enjoying the feeling of his tongue sliding against yours and the groan that fills the back of his throat, he even manages to pull a small moan slips past your lips.

“Name’s Dean by the way” he breathes against your lips, before pulling you into another breathtaking kiss.

“Y/N. Fuck…. Dean suits you,” you reply in a breathy moan, throwing your head back against the brick wall as he starts kissing down your neck, pausing to suck and nip marks into your skin.

“Wanted to do this for so long. Getting me told off every time you come in sweetheart, can’t damn well concentrate on the job” he groans against your ear, pushing your dress up around your waist so he can grip your ass tight with those big calloused hands.

“Me too, I would say I was sorry, but I don’t wanna lie” you confess with a half-hearted giggle, gasping when his finger brushes against your soaked pussy from behind, briefly dipping under your panties.

Your hands slip between the two of you. Dean leans back a little, catching on to what you’re doing, allowing you to undo his belt while he pushes a hand between your legs. You whimper when his fingers start to run back and forth over the front of your damn panties.

Once his pants are open you shove them down those gorgeous bow legs as far as you can. Dean lets out a throaty groan when your fingers wrap around his thick hard length. Letting his forehead drop forward against yours when you start to move your hand over him, up and down, feeling the thick muscle throb against your palm.

“You’re so wet baby, can’t wait to feel your pussy wrapped around my cock” Dean whispered huskily against your lips, pushing your panties to the side, he eases two thick fingers inside you.

Your free hand clings to his bicep, looking into his eyes as your pussy stretches deliciously around his fingers. The perfect drag against your tight walls as he starts moving his fingers inside you, causing goosebumps to rise across your skin.

“Dean, fuck me. Please. I need you inside me” you whine desperately, rolling your hips down into his hand, pushing his fingers deeper.

Chuckling deep and breathy, Dean curls his fingers teasingly as your thumb swipes across the swollen tip, smearing the thick pre-come down his length.

Which triggers you both to moan into each other's mouths.

Pulling your hands away from one another, you reach up and wrap your arms around his neck, as he sucks his slick covered fingers between his plump lips. Transfixed you watch the way his tongue swirls around his fingers and he moans, keeping his darkened green eyes locked on yours. As he pulls them from his mouth with an audible pop.

“You ain’t gotta tell me twice sweetheart” he tells you with a grin and that panty dropping wink.

You can faintly hear the music that’s playing in the club, the bass pounding against your back. The lyrics you manage to hear work so damn well for your current situation and you’re almost convinced that Marie had requested it.

‘Sometimes you need it so bad, it’s enough to drive a young girl mad.’

You jump when he taps your leg, that bad boy twinkle still very much present in those gorgeous eyes of his. He lifts you easily, slamming you back against the wall. You whimper at the force of it, the rough brick scraping against your back and arms, as you wrap your legs around his waist.

Gripping his cock Dean watches it slip through your slick folds, his own lips parting, pulling breathy moans and whimpers from you. “You want my cock sweetheart? You want it hard, right where anyone could see us?” Dean rasps, fingers digging into your ass as he shifts you slightly.

“Fuck yes! Please, Dean!”

Your hands push into the hair at the back of his neck gripping tightly when he finally stops teasing and lines up with your entrance. Catching his bottom lip between your lips you suck gently, before dragging your teeth over it as he slowly enters your welcoming heat.

Your mouth drops open in a silent scream and you squeeze your eyes shut, finally releasing his lip when he thrusts up into you hard, causing the rough bricks to cut into your back.

Dean hisses in pain when your fingers dig into his scalp, hair woven between your fingers as you tug. Pulling back he repeats the action, quickly thrusting his hips forward roughly plunging back into your soaking wet pussy.

Picking up a slow steady rhythm, deep and powerful, his teeth tug at the skin along your collarbone, creating a little sting of pain which only adds to the pleasure. Tugging the front of your dress out of the way with the cup of your bra, he keeps those green eyes locked on yours as he sucks your nipple into his mouth, tugging with his plump lips and sharp teeth. Groaning against your skin he swirls that talented tongue around the slowly hardening bud, the snap of his hips pushing your heels into his firm ass.

You’re forced to slap a hand over your mouth when he thrusts particularly hard, to stop yourself from screaming his name, feeling the coil in your stomach beginning to wind and clench as the head of his cock bumps repeatedly against the spot inside you that has you seeing stars.

There’s the obvious feeling when his lips pull into a smile against your breast, he draws back, dragging those perfect white teeth over the stiff peak. One of his big hands wraps around your wrists and pins them back against the wall as his thrusts begin to speed up.

“Don’t hold it in. Wanna fucking here you screaming for me. I don’t care who hears you begging for my cock” he practically growls, fingers flexing against your ass cheek as the blunt nails dig into your skin.

Your head is swimming with his words, every feeling amplified by the thought of anyone catching you both in the act. “Holy shit you’ve got a dirty mouth, Dean” you pant against his lips, nails digging into your palms. The scratching of the rough brick as it drags against your soft skin, causes you to whimper with every snap of his hips.

“And don’t you just love it, bad girl,” he grunts with an edge of a chuckle, when he feels your pussy starting to flutter around his cock, squeezing and clamping down. Your only answer is filled with nonsensical and incoherent sentences, the only thing that comes out clearly is the chanting of his name, with a mixture of mumbled cussing and pleas.

Your thighs start to shake as Dean squeezes a hand between the two of you, rough calloused fingers pressing against your clit, hard fast circles as his fingers tighten around your wrists.

“Fuck Dean! Just like that, please!”

Your head drops back against the wall, only seeing the black night sky and stars, which starts to mix with the neon lights as the feeling overwhelms you. Your orgasm hits you hard, rocketing through your every nerve ending like lightning, but Dean doesn’t stop thrusting.

“Son of bitch! Should have done this ages ago. So damn perfect Y/N. Gonna fucking fill you up sweetheart”

Clenching his jaw Dean presses his face into your neck, his hot breath against your skin.

The hand that’s gripping your wrists drops, resting against the wall as he bucks into your pussy at an uncontrollable pace, your slick soaking his thighs.

The vibrations of his every growl and moan, mixed with the pounding of his hips. Only serving to prolong your orgasm, so much so that you’re forced into another mind blowing climax, pushing Dean into his own release right behind you. You feel his orgasm hit, causing his thighs to shake under your ass.

A huff of air is released from your lungs when Dean practically collapses on top of you, leaning on his hand as much as possible.

You quickly feel his weight shift as he pulls his chest away from yours slightly, you feel him smile against your lips when he presses a kiss to them. You can’t help but whimper at the loss and sensitivity when he pulls his hips back, his softening cock slipping from inside you.

“Did I miss something? What’s so funny. Mr green eyes?” you smile back, still breathing a little heavily as he helps you rearrange your dress and pulls up his black pants and boxers.

Shrugging he turns to look over his shoulder, following his line of sight your heart almost jumps out of your chest. There’s a security camera sitting just under the guttering, red light blinking away undisturbed.

“I guess for someone in security I probably should’ve remembered that was there, huh?” he laughs still out of breath, scratching at the back of his neck.

“You think!?” you exclaim doing your best to sound annoyed, until the laughter starts to bubble up in your throat. “Get your ass in there and get that video!” you playfully scold him, making sure to smack that tight little ass.

“You want me to wipe it from the record?” he asks with a smirk and that bad boy twinkle in his eyes.

Biting your lip you shake your head, “Just do what you need to. Get it and let's go”

“You’re a bad influence on me sweetheart” the wink he throws your way says otherwise.

“I might have believed that, if you hadn’t just fucked my brains out, in the alley against the building where you work” you laugh gently pushing him towards the back door you’d both left through earlier.

“Touche” Dean chuckles, grabbing your hand and tugging you inside.

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gamebird · 3 years

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Movie weekend

This was like movie weekend for me and it’s not over yet. I’m going to go see Dune tonight for a second time. I liked it that much. So, here’s the rundown:

Crazy Rich Asians - I picked this out of the limited selections Delta airlines provided with their free wifi in-flight. I had a pair of screaming two year olds in the row behind me, so there was no way I was going to nap or write. And I’ve had kids, so there was no way I was going to spend the flight steaming about their noise. Instead, movie + earplugs. It was actually good, even though romance movies aren’t my style AT ALL. It was classic female wish fulfillment/prince charming-type plot. It was good enough that I caught the ending on the flight back because it was cut short on my flight out.

Jungle Cruise - On the next flight, I had in-flight movies instead of wifi+limited movies, but I couldn’t pick from the list and decided not to watch, to instead get some much-needed rest or write. The lady the row ahead of me picked Jungle Cruise, so I spent the flight watching it between seats with the subtitles. It was good! I totally understand and agree with the people who said the on-screen chemistry between the Rock and the woman was forced or non-existent and that the movie felt sanitized as a result. It was. Totally. But it was otherwise fun.

Dune - OMG, OMG, OMG!! I loved it. Start to finish. Every part! My viewing partner was significantly less enthused so I will rave about it here. Or at least you can imagine me raving about it. It was a fitting reboot of the 80s version. I love them both now. I also need to watch Children of Dune and whatever other miniseries is out there. This is so cool. I might have a new hyperfixation. Though I really need to finish my TOG WIP first ...

The Last Duel - We watched this from a pirated copy, so allowances have to be made for the tinny audio, grainy video, and frequent interruptions for slot machine advertisements. That aside, it was okay. I liked the ending. Especially the part where all the major male characters died and the woman had a fulfilling life without them. If you’re looking for Adam Driver peen, I suppose you see it briefly, but he’s dead, dirty, and busy being hung upside down at the time so that hardly counts. His sexiness in other scenes is marred by how he’s committing rape at the time or doing a play-rape scene.

The Old Guard - Still very good! I think this is my 8th or 9th time to see it. For my viewing partner, just her 2nd.

Luca - I watched this on the way back, with the attraction that it was short enough for me to see the whole thing on the flight, plus a simple enough plot (I hoped, and was correct) to appeal to me after I had to get up at 3 am). Despite the hour of rising, I wasn’t sleepy enough to sleep. The movie was sweet and cute. The Italian thing was surprising. I was pleased they didn’t solve the mystery of Alberto’s father (or the rest of Alberto’s family). They just let it be and that was good. Because sometimes people have shitty life situations and I’m glad to see that represented as normal or ‘just a thing’, no more in need of fixing or explaining that Julia’s parent’s living situation or her dad’s arm/birth defect.

And like I mentioned, I’m going to go see Dune again, this time with my boyfriend who hasn’t seen it yet. He has more background on it, so I expect he won’t be bothered by the basic setting and realism issues of my other viewing partner.

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years

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Survey #456

“i don’t even need your love, but you treat me like a stranger, & that feels so rough”

What was the longest time you’ve had the hiccups for? I know at LEAST over an hour. I was in agony. What type of TV shows are your favourite? Animal docs. Have you ever been a complete fangirl/fanboy over anything? Bitch I still am lmao. Do you know anyone who has died in battle? No. When was the last time you went on an adventure? Bro, I could NOT tell you. I haven't had one of those in what feels like eons. What brand is your vacuum cleaner? I actually don't know. I don't pay attention. Are you good at rapping? Never tried, but I'm sure I'd be awful. I stutter too much. Name one world issue that upsets you. Just ONE????????? Well, I can name homelessness as very high on the list. How do you feel about tanning? I hate it. I can't stand the heat, so why would I deliberately go bake in it? Have you ever given a public speech? Yeah, in front of the whole 4th and 5th grade when I was innnn... one of those grades, idr which. It was for my D.A.R.E. essay. Do you read comic books? No. Do you force your way into conversations in which you are not involved? NOOOOOOOOOOO I'm way too awkward. Kiss with your eyes open or closed? Bro who tf kisses with their eyes open, that shit is creepy. Do you believe you can change someone? No. One can only change themselves. How did you react when your first pet died? I have no memory of our first pet. Have you ever drawn anime? No. Can you use a pogo stick? When I was a kid, I became a MASTER. I got one for I want to say Christmas and I was obsessed. When’s the next time you’ll see the person that you like? Idk, first he needs to get on Facebook and see I messaged him alsdkfjalkdj. He like never gets on there. Do you like bathing/showering? No. One, it's a chore, and two, it's actually painful for me, standing up so long and propping my legs up and stuff like that to clean myself properly. Have you ever considered entering a race? HEEEEEEEEEEELL no. Rihanna or Lady Gaga? Probably Gaga, idk. Who was your first good kiss with? Jason. What accessory do you want in your bedroom? I actually kinda want a TV now? What do you take the most pictures of? Flowers. What are you always in the mood for? Lately, Krispy Kreme donuts, lol. I haven't had one in a very long time, but goddamn does a hot glazed donut sound BANGIN' right now and has for days. What is something that you never turn down? Hm... how am I blanking??? What is something that you always turn down when offered? Certain foods or drinks, like tea. Name something sexy about your significant other. I don't have one'a those. What is one of your hobbies that you refuse to give up? Um, idk. As interests work, I may move away from any hobby eventually. If you could be a professional in any sport what would it be? Dance. If you could be a professional at any instrument what would it be? Violin. Would you rather be a surgeon or mortician? A mortician. That job doesn't even seem all that bad to me? I think it'd be kinda chill somehow???? I could NEVER be a surgeon. I'd be terrified of fucking something up. Have you ever been on a subway? No. Are you in love? No. Do you like having your lip softly bitten when you’re kissing? *eyes emoji* Do you want to get married when you’re older? Yes. What was the last band shirt you wore? PROBABLY my Metallica shirt? But I'm unsure, ultimately. You can have a milkshake right now. What flavor do you choose? Ugh, I've been wanting a nice chocolate milkshake for a while. Have you ever given someone flowers? For Mother's Day one year, I collected some wildflowers to put in a jar for Mom. I've also given Jason roses before. I really wanted to give Sara some when I surprised her for her birthday, but I didn't want to ask her parents to drive me somewhere where I could buy her some, ha ha. What day of the week is usually your busiest day? None. My days are all the same. Do you have any concerts coming up? No, but UGH, I was so hyped a few days ago because I saw Motionless In White was going on tour next year, but of course they're going to the big city on the OTHER end of the state versus the capital, which I'm way closer to. -_- Bands ALWAYS choose Charlotte on the super rare occasion they come to NC... Do you like or hate the smell of fish? Ugh, I hate it. What’s your favorite brand of chips? Doritos, maybe? Between Mountain Dew and those... I am such a fucking gamer stereotype lmfao. Have you ever written a poem and then read it aloud? I think I had to before in school? Idr. Do you like pineapple? Love it. Does your house have a dishwasher? Yes. A dishwasher is one thing I MUST have in my own future house. I cannot stand touching dirty dishes. Do you know anyone who has a flower tattoo? Oh, absolutely. Sunflower tattoos are especially popular around here. How many different languages can you say goodbye in? English, German, and uhhh Spanish? Agree or disagree: You like Adam Sandler movies. I don't mind them. I've never understood the hate, honestly? I think he's capable of being funny. Have you ever had to get a tooth pulled? If so, what for? Only by myself when I was a kid losing my baby teeth. Have you ever dated anyone while they were in jail? Nooooo. If you’ve ever babysat, do you like it? Fuck no, I hate it. What is your favorite flavor on sunflower seeds? I don't like those. Do you get cold easily? No, but I get hot extremely easily. Do you get a lot of spiders in your house? I don't think so, no. Do you admire nature? I positively adore nature. If only we treated it better... Name one naughty thing you’ve done. Done sexual things in places I probably shouldn't have, oops. Name two of your favorite things as a child. Pokemon and Webkinz. Do you own a Pillow Pet? No. They're cute, though. My niece has one. Do you tend to solve problems with violence? Absolutely not. Have either of your parents gone to jail? No. Do you know a hoarder? Yes. Do you wax, pluck, or leave your eyebrows? I just leave 'em be, honestly. Do you have any interesting scar stories? Not really. Do you hate the texture of meatballs? No, I love me some meatballs. Do you get migraines? Very, very rarely. They fucking suck. Do you like guns? NOOOOOOO guns terrify me alsd;kjfal;sdjfk Are turtles amazing creatures? All animals are. :') How much time do you spend taking surveys? A whole lot. It's just that I'm like... always bored and the randomness of surveys can add interesting little flares to the day, I guess. Would you rather visit: The Eiffel Tower or Egyptian Pyramids? Pyramids, for sure. Would you like to work at a candy shop? No. I don't want to work directly with people. Do you have feelings for someone? It's funny; now that I've settled the extreme indecision, I've come to realize that they're very strong feelings. How you go from being indecisive to really, really liking somebody, hell if I know. Which one of your guy friends is the best looking? Uhhh Girt is like my only real guy friend, so I guess it's by default him, ha ha. I'm not particularly attracted to him, but he's not ugly by any means. Do you have anything to say to your ex bf/gf? I'm so sorry. Which band do you have the most of on your iPod/music player? Either Ozzy or Metallica. Most likely Ozzy, though. Which song describes your mood at the moment? Hm. I dunno. Which movie(s) do you quote the most? None, really. Which one of your best friend’s friends would you most likely date? None; we don't share irl friends, being many states apart, and not even that many online ones. Would you ever let anybody else drive your car? I don't have my own car. Which one of your friends will be the most successful? I'm not psychic. What store did you last shop at? Mom and I picked up a Wal-Mart order the other day. Do you think telepathy is real? Absolutely not. When did you last draw something for fun? A few days ago, I started a drawing of Maieykio for Sara. Who makes the most in your entire family? I have no idea. Do you like writing essays? I don't mind, if the topic interests me. Do you think plastic surgery is no big deal? Nah. Well, I think you can take it to an visual extreme, but that's just my opinion. Do what makes you comfortable in your own body. Do you take your trash to the dump or have it picked up? It's picked up. When you sneeze do you sneeze into your shirt or your hands? The inside of my elbow. Do you usually have sex in the morning, noon or night time? It usually happened at night. Did you ever fail your learners/drivers test? Haven't taken it yet. Would you rather listen to Luke Bryan or Lil Wayne? OH MY GOD NEITHER Name someone you’ve become a lot closer to recently: No one, really? Well, unless you count my change of feelings for Girt, but it's just that: a type of change. I've loved him platonically since high school, and it's like, I feel the same for him, just in a romantic way now? Does your car have a sunroof? No. Are you closer to your mom or your dad? My mom. Have you ever had a friend with benefits? Nope, not how I roll. Who’s the last person you cuddled with? Sara. Unless you count my cat. Are you friends with any of your teachers on Facebook? Former teachers, yes. I feel kinda bad for 'em now... They're all the sweetest, God-fearing people, and then there's my outspoken (online) and liberal ass sharing shit that's gotta disappoint them now lmaoooo.

#survey #surveys #random questions #lyrics: ''somebody that i used to know'' by gotye

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hrh-selene-r · 4 years

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Celebrity/Character Crush Tag game!!

• tag; post below ten characters, musicians, or celebrities you are attracted to/love and have people assume your type.

Tagged by the Marvelous @ellelaconiwrites 😘 love ya hun!! And yes Michelle Yeoh is AMAZING. Be warned, this list comes in no particular order...so please don’t make me choose

1. Tom Hiddleston (he’s fun, cultured, smart, talented, has a great sense of humor and is good looking; not to mention that he has a boyish charm. If you think he’s a goody goody, you haven’t seen him nasty😏....plus he has a dog named Bobby 🐶)

2. Adam Driver (OF COURSE he’s on my list...I’m not an idiot.. What can I say, he’s a tall and handsome/cute drink of water, he’s also funny and goofy, but thoughtful, talented, hard working, and smart. Not to mention that he has a doggie named Moose 🐕. Of course I Stan! )

3. Cody Fern (While I’m not usually a fan of blonde men, Cody is hmm. This beautiful Aussi falls under my list of men that play with gender. There’s nothing sexier than a man that’s confident enough to play with gender. 🤤 AND!! He’s a great dresser and when he wears make up, ufff. He can be sweet, snarky and Daddy all in one. Plus he’s never boring and is talented, thoughtful.)

4. Adam Sackler & Phillip Altman (They’re both mischievous little boys trapped in men’s bodies. They’re both endearing and obnoxious, but very sweet and emotional. I also like that Adam likes to the role of a caregiver, he likes to feel needed and responsable for someone, and that makes him a good potential to be a father.)

5. Alexander Vlahos (Actor, writer, director, and cat lover. He does it all. Alex is super funny, goofy, smart, witty, handsome and beautiful. He looks good in drag or just hanging out. We have to Stan.)

6. Alexander Ludwig (He’s a gorgeous Canadian Maple, and I can’t help but make heart eyes at him.)

7. Clyde Logan (They grow them big at West Virginia! I just wanna lie on the couch with him and read a book or cook dinner. Like with Paterson -another military vet- Clyde makes you appreciate the simple life.)

8. Toby Regbo (Actor, activist and amateur drag queen. We Stan Stella Lagoon, but I like Toby more ;). He’s so intelligent and thoughtful, he reads a lot of philosophy books and also donates his time doing charity. Plus those eyes are entrancing and I just wanna have a laugh with him while staring at them all night.)

9. Dr. Mikhail Varshavski, D.O., AKA Dr. Mike. (He has to be on this list. He’s a Russian doctor, he’s handsome AF, funny, goofy and is a doggy daddy to Roxy and Bear. He also has a YouTube channel and honestly his best moments are when he’s not perfect.)

10. Jake Gyllenhaal (this is a long time coming. I don’t know if it’s his face, his eyes, his smile or his laugh, but 😍.)

Honorable mentions

Toby Grisoni (He’s a bit of a cynical asshole, but he’s a sexy AF cynical asshole. He needs someone to whip him into shape and show him a bit of humility)

Alexander Dreymon (I have no words for this beautiful German man.)

Paul Rudd (he’s been a crush of mine since the 90’s and I still adore him)

Chris Evans (That’s America’s ass ;)

Jared Leto (He’s a bit of a fuckboi but he’s an immortal one. Plus he’s fun and really smart. He contemplates things a lot and is a nature lover, he has fun with his appearance and is very creative. Plus he’s hung...I mean, there’s a reason they call it Satan...plus he’s into some sado masochist stuff. I’d try it.)

Darren Criss (I cant put my finger on it.)

Michael Langdon (He’s the son of Satan and he’s kinda sexy. He’s not always sure, and he had some help along the way, but when he finally came into his own...daaaamn.)

Nico Tortorella (I just a sucker for them. Nico is just 🤤 but they’re fun and has an adventurous soul. I am so team Josh in younger. To be clear they’re non binary.

Kylo Ren ( Complex character...need I say more. Kylo is a scholar of the force turned commander, turned Supreme Leader. He’s not evil, but also not all good -like any real person. I didn’t see enough of him to get a good grip of his personality, but that’s where we can fill the blanks -cause I can guarantee it’ll be better than whatever Disney would’ve come up with.)

Zuko (Bad guy turned good in the best way possible. Story/character wise: he’s what Kylo isn’t; a well redeemed antagonist. He fails, gets frustrated, tries to be funny but tends to be moody and humorless. But he has a soft cookie dough core underneath it all.)

James ‘Pale’ from Burn This (Jersey boy be Jersey. He’s tall, a hard worker an artist and has a motormouth. Yeah he’s obnoxious, is traumatized by his brothers death and has a cocaine habit, not to mention that he’s in a failed marriage and has issues expressing emotion, but god damn it if you can’t see the emotional vulnerability underneath.

Charlie Barber (I low key love his controlling energy. He’s probably a sub, if I’m honest. But he needs an assertive woman, the man is a controlling narcissist, so his partner can’t take his shit, has to bring him down a peg once in a while and support him, but also demand that he support them.

Sam Geggie: (Sam is a total creative power house as Gigi Goode. They’re funny and witty. I’ll be bad for them if they want. 😏. ❤️ In case you’re wondering Sam is gender fluid.)

L (So he’s basically a law breaking Sherlock Holmes. He’s actually a very engaging and intriguing character. And to be real, there’s an ego thing to being recognized by someone with his intelligence and influence.)

Bill Skarsgard (He’s beautiful.)

Sung Kang (He’s just gorgeous, and his attitude kills me.)

John Hamm (He’s masculine and traditionally handsome...plus he’s hung.)

Alexander Skarsgard (He can be my Viking any day)

Vegeta (yes I’m a dragonball fan. He is arguably the most complex character in the franchise. He is a present father and a supportive and loyal-to-fault husband. Sure he had some growing pains, but I Stan.)

Andreja Pejić (I had a crush before she came out as trans and I still have a crush on her)

Gustav Skarsgard (I cant even. There’s something there.)

Clark Gable (I don’t need to say anything, he’s just so suave and debonair.)

Kento Yamazaki (I mean c’mon. He’s cute)

Did I cheat? Maybe.. ;) Do I have a type? I don’t know, if you thinks so then leave a comment to let me know.

Tagging some friends!! @kowalskibro-adamdriverblog @ktellmeastory @adumbdryer @callmehopeless @direnightshade @commanderbensolo @tsarinastorm @jyn-z-solo @ohiobluetip @oh-adam @thomasscresswell @mind-p0llution @klauscarolove

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Sugar, Sugar (Four)

In which Valkyrie and Clint meet Tony and fall instantly smitten, Stucky comes around with a decision for Tony and they spend a little time kissing. There’s literally a smidgen of a hint of plot in this thing, enjoy the pointless shenanigans.

MASTERLIST HERE

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“Hello lovely.” Valkyrie rapped at Clint’s office door and poked her head inside. “Two things. First of all, how the hell did you convince them to give you an office? You’re like the back up water boy for the Robin Hood Brigade, that doesn’t require an office.”

“Hey Val.” Clint signed off an email with a very professional flourish, then negated the professionalism entirely by whipping around in his swirly chair a few times and shouting, “Wheeeee!”

“Most days I don’t know why I like you.” she said flatly. “You’re being demoted to a regular chair.”

“You can pry my spinny chair from my cold dead hands.” Clint retorted. “And by the way, first of all, I’m not back up water boy for the Robin Hood Brigade, as of today I’ve been promoted from Assistant Coach of the universities state and national championship winning archery team to Head Coach of the universities state and national championship winning archery team and that title deserves an office.”

“You got promoted!” Valkyrie first pumped a few times. “Yes! Congratulations!”

“Yeah that’s right.” Clint grinned and tapped at his brand new name plate. “Head coach. Tell assistant coach Sam Wilson of whatever he hell teaches to suck it.”

“Will do.” she answered promptly. “So first of all, I’m very proud of your promotion and we should definitely get drunk to celebrate. And second of all, I got tapped to bring cupcakes to this office thing for Tasha and I’m the least domestic person in the world so I ordered some from Sweet Peach Bakery. Wanna go along with me and snoop in on that guy Steve and Bucky are drooling over?”

“Oh oh no.” Clint frowned at the computer. “I have so many important head coach things to do today, I couldn’t possibly waste the day on cupcakes and gossipy snooping.”

Valkyrie raised her eyebrows. “That sounds like assistant coach language to me. Tell me Clint, are you the assistant coach?”

“My god, you’re right.” Clint spun one more time for good measure and leapt from his desk. “Let’s go do some snooping. Lead the way, my love.”

“My love.” Valkyrie mocked and grabbed at Clint’s tie, first laughing when the clip on came right off his shirt, and then hooking her fingers in his shirt and dragging him in for a long kiss. “You are ridiculously stupid.”

Whatever Clint said in response was muffled into the kiss and she laughed one more time before letting him go. “Come on Head Coach, I’ll even buy extra cupcakes if you want. Let’s go.”

“So tell me something.” Clint shrugged into his jacket as he followed Val down the hall and to the elevator. “I know you and Tasha aren’t dating or whatever, and whatever super sexy shenanigans you get into when the rest of us aren’t around isn’t anything you’re going to talk to me about...”

“You going somewhere with this, or just hoping I’ll tell you how hot Tasha is when she wears a towel and cooks me breakfast?”

“...well I mean, now I’m hoping that.” Clint hustled to hold the door for her. “But seriously. Whatever you two are doing, she’s okay with whatever we are doing?”

“We’re not doing anything, Robin Hood.” Valkyrie poked him in the side. “And I’m not riding bitch on your bike, we’re taking my car. Redirect to the other parking lot.”

“Yep.” Clint changed directions without blinking. “And what do you mean we’re not doing anything? You spent the night the other day. I got to see your boobies.”

“Oh please.” Val slid into her drivers seat and unlocked the door for Clint. “Everyone has seen my boobies, they aren’t that special. Perky and appropriately proportioned, but not special. Didn’t mean a damn thing.”

“Yeah, alright.” Clint shrugged. “So where’s this Sweet Peach Bakery at?”

“Clint.” Valkyrie leaned over and kissed him one more time. “Why are you trying to ask what we’re doing? You and me and Sam and Tasha have done this poly- free love- hippie thing for like a year and a half. Why are you asking things like ‘is Tasha okay with this’ and ‘what are we doing’? It’s weird and I don’t like it. Don’t ruin a good thing, yeah?”

“I got no intention of ruining nothin’.” Clint denied immediately. “I was just tryna make sure this wasn’t going to be weird.”

“What isn’t going to weird?”

“When we walk into Sweet Peach Bakery and I immediately fall in love with Tony.” Clint waggled his eyebrows. “According to Bucky, the guy’s got a belly button ring and a booty that is unequivocally redonkulous. I don’t want you to feel awkward when I ditch you for him.”

“That’s all it takes, huh? A belly button ring and a great booty?”

“Hey.” Clint sent her a look. “We both like Tasha, okay? Don’t act like it takes more than that to catch your eye.”

“We both like Sam, too.” she argued, like that made any sense at all. “He has the booty but no belly button ring.”

“Aw.” Clint patted at Val’s thigh sympathetically. “I forget you didn’t go to Vegas with us.”

“WHAT?! WHAT THE HELL DID I MISS IN VEGAS?!”

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“I put the lime in the coconut and drank ‘em both up, I put the lime in the coconut and drank ‘em both up, put the lime in the coconut--” Tony sang to himself as he piped bright green frosting onto a coconut cupcake. “--I called the doctor, woke him up and said--”

“Hello?” the doorbell chimed and Tony’s song trailed away when he caught sight of the couple coming through the door. “Anyone here?”

“Uh, hey.” He wiped his hands on his apron and offered them a wave. “Sorry, I don’t keep anyone at the register and I’ve got frosting sorta everywhere. How’s it going?”

“Aren’t you just the prettiest, poshest thing I’ve ever seen?” the woman looked Tony over and whistled quietly. “You must be Tony.”

“What gave it away?” Tony scrunched his nose at her and laughed out loud when she actually blushed. “Was it the apron? The powdered sugar on my face? The fact that I’m the only person here?”

“All of the above and then some.” she made a point of standing on her toes like she was trying to peek behind the counter, and Tony laughed again. “Your booty precedes you, cutie pie.”

“I am standing right here.” the man scowled and kicked out at her foot. “I have a nice booty too.”

“You must be Valkyrie.” Tony finally came around the counter and offered his hand to shake. “Three dozen cupcakes for the office party, right?”

“That’s me.”

“You sound exactly the same on the phone.” he explained. “Even though I’ll admit, I wasn’t expecting your name to actually be Valkyrie. Is there a story there?”

“I could make up a story if it would earn me a date.” Valkyrie teased, and the brunette next to her gave her a scandalized look. “Oh come off it, Clint. You’re just mad you aren’t half this charming.”

“Clint.” Tony shook his hand as well, hmm-ing in interest when he felt the callouses in the strong grip and saw the miles of mischief in the blue eyes. “Tony. Nice to meet you. Did you order cupcakes too?”

“I’m actually just along for the ride and uh--” Clint coughed. “-- the view. You ever get anyone in here that doesn’t try to hit on you?”

“Its a hazard of the occupation.” Tony was entirely delighted by both Valkyrie and Clint, charmed by Clint’s easy smile and halfway to smitten by Valkyrie's suggestive smirk and quick laugh. “Pretty guy like me puts on an apron and bakes yummy stuff and people fall in love left and right. So far, no one’s been a creep, so no harm and no foul. I’ll get your order Valkyrie, and Clint? You look like a man who needs a sample.”

“Annnnd you look like a man about to earn himself a marriage proposal.” Clint decided. “How dare you offer me a sample, don’t you know I’ll love you forever for that?”

“Fully planning on it. I really like life long customers.” Tony lifted one of the freshly frosted desserts from the tray and handed it over. “This is a coconut cupcake, lime frosting. I’m trying to come up with a cute name for it, but for right now its just pretty and also, pretty damn delicious. Tell me what you think, I’ll be right back.”

Tony hurried towards the back fridge and the minute he was gone Valkyrie clapped her hands a few times, “Good God, how did Big Buff and Stupid end up with Tony? He’s so pretty I could die. Did you see his apron?”

Clint didn’t answer and Val turned to looked at him. “Clint. You see why those dummies are smitten, right?”

“Can’t talk.” Clint shook his head. “Planning our wedding. Leave me alone.”

“You’re stupid.”

“And you’re missing out not having your mouth on this ridiculous cream filling, Jesus Christ, bury me with these things, alright? Bury me with this goddamn cupcake.”

“You are stu--” Valkyrie straightened with a smile when Tony came back and changed mid sentence. “-- awesome for getting this order done so quick. Wasn’t sure a day was enough notice.”

“It’s no problem, and I appreciate the business.” Tony took her credit card and ran it through the register. “Tell your friends, right? Special orders, super delicious cake--” Clint made a very inappropriate noise of agreement. “-- and you know, I’m adorable. All good things.”

“You are certainly adorable.” Valkyrie agreed. “You got plans tonight, Tony? Hot date?”

“No plans, and definitely not a date.” Tony said easily, and Clint and Valkyrie exchanged wide eyed looks. Steve and Bucky had been adamant they couldn’t come out to the movies with everyone because they would be busy with Tony tonight, but now the baker was saying he didn’t have plans?

“...really?” Clint asked slowly. “You don’t have anything going on? Nothing to stop you from say... turning down an invitation to the movies?”

“Oh, just cos I don’t have concrete plans or an actual date doesn’t mean I want to go to the movies.” Tony deflected. “I have prep work to do and a butterfly cake to shape for an order tomorrow. And also, flirting and how scare-roused I am by Valkyrie aside, I don’t know either of you so why would I share my evening plans?”

“Scare-roused?” Valkyrie couldn’t resist. “Does that mean I make you scared and horny Tony?”

“Yeah, you’ve got this whole super sexy but definitely could kill me with a paperclip warrior-ess of Valhalla vibe going on.” Tony joked right back. “Gorgeous and literally terrifying.”

“Aw.” she put a hand over her heart and batted her eyelashes. “That’s exactly the vibe I was going for!”

“Mission accomplished.” Tony winked and Valkyrie had to suppress the urge to practically purr at him. “Clint, hows that cupcake treating you?”

“Full disclosure, I’ve had a cupcake from here before.” Clint licked at the wrapper before tossing it in the trash. “But never one fresh off the tray and this is ridiculously good. Marry me. Immediately. I can move you into my place tonight.”

“Shockingly enough, that’s the most romantic proposal I’ve had today.” Tony grabbed one of his to-go boxes and put another cupcake in it, pushing it into Clint’s hands. “Not the most romantic this week though, so you might work on your game some more.”

“I’m literally too happy about this frosting to even care about the insult to my legendary charm.” Clint decided. “How much for this one, Tony? Val, pay the man.”

“On the house.” Tony waved him off. “What good is flirting with the friendly neighborhood baker if it doesn’t get you free stuff every once in a while?”

“Got a stack of business cards I can leave around the office shin dig?” Valkyrie prompted, and Tony just motioned to the holder on the counter, so she stuffed several in her pocket. “Thanks, love. We’ll be back, yeah? At least for orders and definitely for some more of you.”

“If you weren’t so hot, I’d be a little freaked out by how intense you are.” Tony admitted, and Clint chimed in, “Join the party, man. I’ve said that at least a hundred times in the past few years.”

“Make sure you leave a good review on my page!” Tony called as they headed out the door and Valkyrie called back, “I sure will! Count on it!”

And as soon as they were back out on the sidewalk-- “Ho ho holy shit, Clint. Steve and Bucky are sleeping with him? He’s gorgeous! That’s not even fair!”

“Tell me about it.” Clint was staring down at his packaged cupcake. “Even though, I’m all for them marrying his ridiculously flirty ass so long as I get constant supply of this goodness right here.”

“Oh please, I’m not letting Thing One and Thing Two marry Tony.” Valkyrie snorted, shoving the bakery boxes in the backseat. “I’m gonna marry him. Gonna treat that booty right. Put it to bed good and sore.”

“I don’t uh--” Clint made a helpless sort of gesture. “I feel like you’re hinting at strap ons and uh.. topping...? And I gotta say--”

“You gotta say nothing’ cos you’re gonna get home and spank it to the thought of me riding that baker into the ground.” Valkyrie interrupted and Clint burst out laughing. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. Get in, shut up, eat your damn cupcake.”

“You want a bite?”

“Yes, I want a bite. I thought you’d never ask, get over here and put that in my mouth.”

“You say the weirdest shit, Val.”

“Yeah, I love you too.”

From Valkyrie: So we met your baker. Fuckin’ move on him or I swear I will

From Thing Two: I feel like you’re talking about a strap on. You talkin’ bout a strap on, Val? Stevie, I don’t agree with this at all.

From Thing One: Valkyrie please don’t try to date Tony before we get the chance. That’s just messed up.

From Valkyrie: Also, Clint is gonna marry him over a cupcake and I don’t think he’s joking. Consider your big asses warned.

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“I said, Doctor! Ain’t there nothing I can take!” Tony topped each cupcake with a sugared lime wedge before putting them away for the night. “I said, ‘Doctor! To relieve this belly ache! And he said now lemme get this straight--”

“You are goddamn adorable.” Bucky propped his chin up in his hands and sighed over the ledge at Tony. “Seriously, what the fuck.”

“Heya Buck.” Tony grinned at the big brunette. “How’s the hottest Bronco this side of the Mississippi? Did you lock up for me when you came through?”

“I got it, honey.” Steve tossed Tony the set of keys he’d left at the front counter. “You trust everybody to lock the door when you’re in the back?”

“I trust Pepper and Rhodey and you guys.” Tony placed another sugared wedge on top of a mountain of frosting. “It’s either that or you gotta stand out there knocking on the door after closing like a couple of dorks until I figure out you’re waiting for me.”

“You could give us your actual phone number so we could text you when we get here.” Bucky pointed out. “Or so we could text you when we feel like chattin’ or just wanna flirt a little.”

“I could do that.” Tony agreed with a smirk half past devious. “But then you know, you’d have my number and could text and call me all the time.”

“God forbid we talk to you outside of your place of work, hm?” Steve hooked his arm around Bucky’s neck and yanked him in for a long kiss, lingering over it until Bucky groaned out loud and he could ask Tony, “You telling me you’re willing to miss out on this sorta thing cos you don’t want us to have your number?”

“Look, watching you two kiss is definitely the stuff dreams are made of.” Tony acknowledged. “But when I said I didn’t want to date a couple, I also meant I didn’t want to do date-y things like have mushy group chats or long phone calls, yeah?”

“Yeah, alright.” Bucky risked a finger and quite possibly his life when he reached to swipe some frosting. “So we should stop talking and get to the part where we kiss a bunch like we did last night?”

“Uh-huh.” One last decoration and Tony carried the tray to his walk-in. “Did you guys have all the appropriate conversations needed so I don’t step on any toes or cross any weird boundaries?”

“Uh, yep.” Steve leaned against the register and folded his arms. “We had a real long conversation about what it would mean for our relationship to start spending time with you and we decided--”

Tony yelped when Bucky bodily lifted him over the counter and right into his arms, the big brunette crushing Tony close for a toe curling, knee weakening kiss.

“Oh god damn it, Buck.” Steve threw his hands up in the air in frustration. “Words and then kisses! We talked about this!”

“No no, this is fine.” Tony was laughing and breathless for the half a second where Bucky wasn’t trying to eat his face, and he took another kiss all sorts of willingly, standing on his toes and gripping hard at Bucky’s biceps, hmmm-ing in interest at the flex of muscle and even maybe whining a teeny tiny bit when they finally parted. “Oh holy crap, this is fine. Wow.”

“Stevie, you gonna keep talkin’ bout how we’re sposed to do this, or you jus’ gonna come over here and do this?” Bucky asked lazily, sifting his fingers into Tony’s hair and mouthing kisses down his throat, along his jaw. “Cos fuck me runnin’, Tony tastes like a gotdang dream.”

“What is that?” Tony shivered a little. “Is that a Brooklyn twang you’ve got going on right there? How come I’ve never heard that? I would’ve fucked you immediately if you walked through the door talking like that.”

“It’s Brooklyn.” Steve confirmed. “We both are, but Bucky’s little speech impediment comes out when he’s real turned on.”

“Ain’t a speech impediment.” Bucky scowled at his boyfriend and held Tony a little tighter. “Just for that, you don’t get to kiss Tony yet.”

Tony giggled himself about half to death when Bucky glommed onto him again, nipped at his lip teasingly and then moaned half surprise and half approval when his mouth was full of tongue.

“Fine fine fine fine fine.” Decorum and everything they’d discussed set aside, Steve slipped both arms around Tony’s waist and yanked the little baker back up against his body, spinning him around and pinning him in place with a firm press of lips, grasping fingers tantalizingly low on Tony’s rear. “Oh hell, you do taste like a dream.”

“I uh--” For once, Tony was a little bit speechless and a whole lot dazed, not even able to raise a little snark to tease the boys. “Heh, yep. You guys must have had a hell of a talk to reach this conclusion, huh?”

“Well I mean--” Steve met Bucky’s eyes over Tony’s head. “--this is the right conclusion, isn’t it? You wanna kiss and we wanna kiss?”

“Oh it’s definitely the right conclusion.” Tony pushed away that wriggle of uncertainty, that little bit of melancholy he got every time he thought about just keeping it fuck buddies with these two. They were beautiful and funny and so so sweet and in another life-- or even just a few years ago- he would have jumped at the chance to make this all real. But Tony didn’t do that sort of thing anymore, his heart couldn’t take that sort of thing anymore, so he pushed away any longing and just motioned for Steve to kiss him again. “In fact, if you took my apron off--”

He shrieked with laughter when Bucky snapped the apron tie in two and tossed the offending material away.

“-- I was gonna say it would be even closer to the right conclusion if I was wearing less clothing!”

Yeah see? Just sex would be easier. Much much easier.

“C’mere, sweetheart.” This kiss was gentler, maybe even tender, Steve strong and steady beneath Tony’s palms, lips warm and a satisfied sigh gorgeous on Tony’s mouth. Steve was an excellent kisser, honestly just a Grade A kisser, solid and knowing and damn near protective with the way he cradled Tony’s head with one huge hand and kept the other wrapped solid low on Tony’s hips to keep him close.

And Bucky? Tony barely had a chance for a full breath before Bucky took another turn. Bucky kissed like a damn porn star, all tongue and loud moans and roaming hands, fitting a thick thigh between Tony’s knees and squeezing at his ass until Tony ground down against him and Steve bit back a curse at the display.

Bucky was everywhere, tugging at Tony’s curls and rucking his shirt up to get to soft soft skin, mumbling into the kiss and directing Tony’s hands up under his clothes shirt as well so he could flex and make the pretty baker shiver in appreciation.

And then oh back to Steve who could practically span Tony’s waist with both hands and lift him easily up onto the counter, stepping between Tony’s legs and crushing their mouths together.

Bucky backed out of sight for a minute only to reappear behind the counter and at Tony’s back, and he shuddered in surprise when he was suddenly pinned in on both sides, sandwiched between Steve’s kiss and - gulp- body on one side, and held secure against Bucky’s chest and seriously groping fingers on the other.

“F-f-fuck.” Tony gasped when Bucky leaned in to suck a bruise onto his neck, when his leggings were pushed an inch or so off his hips. “Ohhhh yes.”

“Tell me about it, sugar.” Bucky muttered and Tony almost choked when Steve’s mouth found his waist, his belly button, soft kisses and a trailing tongue over the cupcake charm. “Fuck you’re so pretty.”

“So so pretty.” The blond moaned, pushing Tony’s leggings down further so he could scrape his teeth along the tempting jut of a hipbone. “Jesus, Tony. You make us crazy.”

“Should’a seen us tryna talk about you last night.” Bucky huffed a laugh into Tony’s ear, suckled at the sensitive lobe lightly. “Couldn’t get a word out till we fuckin’ got off together, couldn’t handle talkin’ about ya when we were so damn hard--”

“AH!” Tony jerked in their grasp when Bucky’s hand slipped from his stomach down over his cock, and almost jumped right off the counter when Steve followed suit, stroking him through the thin material. “Fuck, you gotta warn a fella before you--”

“Do we need a safe word?” It just wasn’t right how good Steve looked blinking up at Tony with those big blue eyes, all blond hair and golden skin and bright red lips parted like he was two seconds from giving a no doubt spectacular blow job. “Tony?”

“Sweet thing.” Bucky tugged sharply at the dark curls, tipped Tony’s head back until it rested against his shoulder to ask, “We need a safe word? Not cos we’re gonna get rough with ya, just cos there’s two of us?”

“Um.” Tony wriggled on the counter and spread his legs a little more. “Frosting? Frosting’s good.”

“Frosting’s good.” Steve repeated, and licked at his lips. “Bucky, hold onto that sweet peach, yeah?”

“Trust me.” Bucky grinned when Tony made an excited noise. “I got it.”

“For the record!” Tony blurted all the sudden. “I thought I’d be giving Steve a blow job first, not the other way around.”

“The night is young.” Steve winked up at him. “We got plenty of time.”

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sugar-petals · 4 years

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Taemin: THE CHARIOT

That card has major prince in extra shining armor energy. It’s a highly decorated guy riding a star-spangled wagon pulled by two sphinxes. Pretty extravagant is an understatement. It can’t get any more glamorous and it’s perfectly Taemin. Especially because THE CHARIOT traditionally symbolizes being famous. Rings a bell right there. Date night will go down in a fancy car or limousine, or you will spend a major part in some kind of expensive vehicle getting you where you planned to go. Safe to say the overdressed one will not be you. Yep, no matter how hard you try. And it can’t be any other way. Taemin will stun with glitter, high fashion, perfect hair, jewelry, makeup, lavish fabrics, a perfect body, anyways. So expensive, lord. You date the Prince of Korea. Taemin might get into trouble with fans or frentic paparazzi when he shows up like that man. So it only makes sense the venue is likely a bit out of town because the chariot card is set with a city backdrop that fades in the distance. It’s gonna be next to a body of water which is depicted behind the chariot. Really a more secluded and remote area. That also tells me it’s you he dresses up for after all, not the public. And, either way. That the main theme of the card is the vehicle, that’s where you’ll be cheek to cheek. Driver, roll up the partition, please.

Baekhyun: KING OF SWORDS

Powerful card. Either of you, I suspect it’s Baekhyun, takes responsibility to organize everything to the very last detail. It’s more head over heart energy, a hurricane, literal brain-storm even. He will surely think it through a thousand times. You gotta be the one who says easy easy, it’s about you and me and not some management job where the setting and timing and whatnot gives you all kinds of pressure. Now you understand that Baekhyun’s serious, performance-like mode is at full throttle because he’s nervous as fuck, cares about you, and doesn’t want to make any mistakes. But that contradicts what date night is all about. It’s not supposed to be stress or a task. Rather than making a good impression and being perfect, you remind him to let go a little more and return to his goofy personality. The lesson of the card might go as far as having both of you realize that racking your brains to hard is a sign to do something else. Staying at home is not a bad thing, you might even enjoy yourselves much more because everything is already taken care of. Sword energy cuts, especially if it’s the King wielding it, in this case the cutting might refer to canceling plans short notice to pursue what you’re really in the mood for as a couple. Which in turn will be rewarding and something healthy to do because you don’t force yourselves into an obligation.

Lucas: THE LOVERS

So… to state the absolute obvious right away. Even if you aren’t too familiar with Tarot at all, you know for a fact that this card is a darn good one to pull for a relationship question. Lo and behold: Lucas is your #1 address for date night. If I were unsure whom to pick, THE LOVERS are the most unequivocal sign like, pack the condoms, bring out the perfume, feel good, make out… wait, too fast. First things first: Oh my, he’s gonna be amazing as your kind of date consort. The chemistry! Explosive. Since the card depicts Garden Eden, that’s gonna be your overarching theme if you will. Cloud nine essentially. This evening will be blessed and sheer paradise. Adam on the card is surrounded by flames on a tree so you bet Lucas is gonna be on fire. There are also quite a few fruits depicted so I guess your food will be sweet and light rather than heavy. Now, as for the elephant in the room. Adam and Eve are more than stark naked on that card. Sex will be involved 10/10, out of all member’s he’s the one guaranteed to lay that pipe. The Lovers card also symbolizes a decision. It might be the day Lucas chooses to propose to you, even. Your relationship will be bound for the next level there. The angel on the card tells me you are safe and protected.

Mark: THE TOWER

Unexpected! That card is just way too dramatic for a light romantic reading. Seeeriously. Especially with Mark as a member who’s known for being super goofy and cute instead of serene and grumpy. What it’s about is plain ole doom and destruction, bringing down the old to build and restart the new. Natural catastrophe and firestorms, even. Yeah like imagine sitting together with Mark eating chipotle and some bloody earthquake hits, that’s the scenario and… actually, no. Worry not, I think the card wants us to take the image literally. The date will be in or close to some kind of tower. Or any elevated structure for that matter. Eiffel Tower much? Tower of Pisa? Sounds very romantic to me. That we have a huge thunderstorm raging on this card tells me you’ll be inside watching the huge grey clouds and thunder which is gonna be quite spectacular. Summer might be the time of the year that date goes down since it’s the season most prone to thunderstorms. Note also how dark the tower card is, that date night will go on past midnight and it will be steamy, too.

Ten: FOUR OF CUPS

Instantly when I drew that card, I knew it’s him on it. The four of cups shows a young black-haired man with closed eyes, sitting under a tree. Whether he’s dozing, sulking, meditating, or ignoring what goes on around him isn’t entirely clear. To me, and for Ten, I feel like it’s more of a worn-out day he’ll experience. Not the date itself, mind you, it’s the social circumstances. He’s tired from dance practices and all those schedules. All the fan interactions and SNS to be taken care of. Lots of stuff going on in the group. Truth be told, the card says date night isn’t the best way to go about it. He wants to be in a state of full energy when being with you. That works best if he has a separate day planned. And not date night as an addition to an existing schedule. Cramming it in seems like deprioritizing his partner so he won’t easily consider even if you yourself suggest date night. He has his reasons but might not always care to elaborate which is interesting given how outspoken Ten is otherwise. Maybe he’s not keen to burden you with his stress and his main strategy is to stay indifferent to keep things at bay, he really values relaxation time — nothing against you, just virtue of his business.

Taeyong: TWO OF PENTACLES

Interesting and simple, beautiful card! It shows a young man juggling two pentacles inside an infinity symbol, acting as a scale. That tells me two things: a) you’ll split the bill and b) this is a long-term relationship. Random I know, but makes for interesting context. The main theme from the card is the following though. It’s gonna be a date by the sea. There are water and ships pictured. You’ll see the anchorage and freight ships, even take a trip across a river alternatively. Who knows, the River Han is a popular dating spot in Seoul, I am sure someone so fond of all things nature will gravitate towards that. Looking at the waves is like a meditative experience. I also got an idea looking at that card once more, something more small scale: A pool date, super sexy. Like, imagine that. Taeyong is just an avid swimmer in pools, we’ve seen it. A bit of refreshment, some games with a ball, a bit of accidental exercise along the way without it feeling like a chore? Sounds about right. Plus you automatically get frisky in your swimwear. He’s not afraid to show his body. Whatever it is, a body of water will be involved for sure. If it’s by the sea an not inside water: Taeyong will wear either a red or even orange suit, we’re going fashion forward tonight babey, he can pull it off.

Kai: TEN OF WANDS

When I drew this I was like oh nu why :/ But we gotta roll with it. It’s not a seriously scary thing or something, just a more strenous, not 100% smooth romance card. The Ten of Wands is more of an indicator that there’s an obstacle or strain involved. It might be the kind of date where Kai is clumsy, someone doesn’t make it on time, it’s a hassle to find the parking lot, and so on and so forth. Consistent bad luck I do not associate with the TEN OF WANDS, however! It’s more of a what effort you put in is what dictates the result energy. The card shows a hunched guy carrying ten huge wooden sticks toward a town in the backdrop. And you can really see it’s heavy and he’s struggling because he has to carry so much. So, it might be a scenario where like, say Kai and you get stuck in traffic before you arrive. Which, you know, can be super annoying but can easily turned into a perk if you know what to do with the extra time. Or, Kai takes up so much responsibility with planning that he gets exhausted with the rest of his work in the mix. Though remember, effort always comes back tenfold (it’s the ten of wands after all) so it might be worth it and be a wholesome evening after some initial stress. Something unrelated I picked up from the imagery is that the date will be in a castle, because that is pictured in the backdrop!

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Choices

Summary: Ashton Irwin thought he had everything he needed in life in the form of his daughter. Funny the difference a choice can make.

A/N: Y’all ready to for the tea on Taylor? Also, re-reading this, I was very clearly in a heavy “All Too Well” inspiration spiral. Although, that’s NOT the reason Cassidy’s mom’s name is Taylor. She was originally Lauren, which I’ve changed for obvious reasons (and Ash was originally Finn cuz my Gleek phase was out of control, but I digress).

Content: Big sad.

Word Count: 3.5K

And away, and away we go!

Chapter 4

I used one hand to knock on Nic’s door, holding onto Cassidy’s small hand with my other one. Nic and I had decided to spend the night apart so she could sleep without Cassidy waking her up and I could spend a lazy morning with Cassidy just me and her. The night apart had done little to ease my nerves of introducing Nic to my family, even with the distraction of having a fun dance party night with Cassidy- her choice of course.

She answered the door, wearing jeans, a fitted t-shirt, and a light scarf- an effortlessly sexy look. “Nic!” Cassidy said happily, hugging Nic tight. “It’s Daddy’s birthday!”

“It is!” she agreed patting the top of Cassidy’s head and kissing me. “Happy birthday, handsome.”

“It’s actually in a few days, we’re just celebrating early,” I clarified, my cheeks flushed. “But thanks. Ready to go?” I asked, going up to run my hands through my hair for the millionth time that morning.

“Ash, relax. Today’s gonna be fine.”

“I know,” I nodded, kissing her. “I know. I just… well it’s been awhile since I’ve brought a girl home.”

We made the half hour drive up to my parents, the three of us singing along to the radio to drown out my thoughts. I hadn’t told my family I was bringing Nic. Lauren was the only one who even knew about Nic. And the prospect of introducing them to a girl for the first time since I brought Taylor home all those years ago was a little nerve wracking.

When we pulled off the freeway, Nic turned down the radio. “So, who am I meeting?” she asked.

“My mom, Anne, and my stepdad, Jack. Well, he’s my stepdad. He’s biologically my siblings dad. But he’s Dad. Lauren will be there too, but you already know her. She might bring her boyfriend, Adam, but I’m not sure. And then there’s my brother Harry.”

“Tell me about them.”

“Uh…” I drummed my fingers against the steering wheel. I looked over at her, her hair blowing in the wind, a smile on her face, and her eyes waiting for an answer. I looked back at the road and slammed on the brakes, my arm shooting out to catch Nic as she fell forward. “You okay, Cass?” I asked, checking in the rearview mirror at Cassidy in her seat.

Cassidy nodded, oblivious to everything around her, lost in her childlike wonder.

“Almost ran that light cuz of you,” I told Nic, half-angry.

“You’re the one who can’t keep his eyes on the road,” she scolded.

“Well, stop being so beautiful.”

“You’re distracting yourself, Ash. Tell me about your family.”

I sighed. “They’re traditional. My mom moved me and her here from Australia after my biological dad left. She worked in a rehab facility for war veterans where she met Jack. He was in the Gulf War. He’s a cop now. They got married. He adopted me. They had Lauren. Then they had Harry.”

“Wow… Is that why you became a cop? Because of your dad?”

I shrugged, “I always thought it was because I liked to read Sherlock Holmes. But, yeah that probably played a part in it, too.”

“Sherlock Holmes was a detective,” Nic pointed out.

I nodded. “Yeah, that’s why I’m a cop. Working my way up to being a detective.”

“Oh, a man with ambitions.” I caught her smile out of the corner of my eye. “So, what else should I know about your parents? Who are they personality wise?”

“My dad is stubborn and rather traditionalist. He’s very much a man’s man. Not very into showing his emotions, but there’s never any doubt what he’s feeling. And he has the biggest soft spot for Cass. My mom is very headstrong, especially when it comes to her family.” I made my way through my old town as I spoke, navigating my way through the streets leading to my parents with a practiced ease.

“So, normal family dynamics.”

“Normal family dynamics,” I agreed, pulling up behind my dad’s car. “Well, this is home,” I told her.

She looked out her window at the house- a simplistic two-story home in the middle of a street filled with other simplistic two-story homes. “This is where you grew up?”

“Yep,” I said, pointing out a window to her, “that’s my bedroom window. Snuck out a lot through there.”

She laughed, “So you were a trouble-maker, huh?”

“I was a good trouble-maker,” I defended, laughing. “I only snuck out the nights they wouldn’t let me take the car. Which was a lot, because I kept sneaking out.” I smiled for a moment at the memories my old house brought to mind. “It was a good place to grow up,” I told her finally. “Ready?”

She nodded and we got out of the truck. I held onto both Cassidy’s and Nic’s hands with either of mine. “Get the door, Cass,” I said.

Cassidy reached up and flung the front door open, calling out, “Nana! Grandad! We’re here!”

“Jack! Cassidy’s here!” I heard my mom say and the creak of the couch as she got up and made her way to us. “Oh, my sweet little Cass!” my mom crooned, bending down to hug Cassidy.

“Hey, Ma,” I said, trying to get her attention.

“What, Ash? Let me say hi to my-” her eyes looked up and fell on Nic. “Ashton Fletcher Irwin! You brought a girl without even mentioning you were seeing one?!” she straightened up and smacked my arm, then, “Jack! Ashton brought home a girl!”

“He always brings a girl home, sweetheart,” Jack said, finally getting up to see what all the fuss was about. “There’s my Cass,” he smiled, picking up his granddaughter. “Oh… Daddy brought a friend, that’s what Nana’s screeching about,” he told her, raising his eyebrows at my hand that was still holding Nic’s. “So, who’s this, Ashton?”

“This is Nic, my girlfriend. Nic, this is my dad, Jack, and my mom, Anne.”

“Pleased to meet you both. Ash’s told me so much about you.”

“Oh, so you can get a girlfriend, but you can’t call home long enough to tell us about her? Ashton,” my mother scolded, smacking me again.

“Ow, geez, Ma. I thought you’d rather meet her. Sorry.”

“Sorry doesn’t erase what you did, Ashton,” she told me, repeating the familiar phase she had told both my siblings and myself anytime we got in trouble. Then, she turned her attention to Nic. “Nic, was it? It’s so good to meet you! Is Ash treating you right? How was the drive? Would you like something to drink? Come, sit, both of you.”

As she ushered us into the living room, Nic answered my mom’s incessant questions, her Southern charm coming out heavily. “It’s nice to meet you too, ma’am. You have a lovely home. Ash’s been nothing but great to me, you raised a good son. The drive was fine, not too much traffic, and Ash’s a very safe driver. I’d love a water. Is there anything I can do to help?”

“I should hope I raised him right, even if he doesn’t call as often as he should. Oh, no sweetie, I can do it. You just sit here with Ash and rest. Harry, your brother’s here!” She reached out and patted my arm, “I like her, Ashton,” she told me.

“I like her too, Ma,” I said, sitting down on the couch, like I always did. “I’ll take a water too, if you’re up.”

“You have legs,” she told me.

“Nana, can I have juice, please?” Cassidy asked, climbing into my dad’s lap.

“Of course you can!” my mom answered, disappearing into the kitchen.

Nic snickered into her hand.

“What?” I asked her. “You wanted to come.”

“Ashton,” she snickered again.

I rolled my eyes and tilted my head back. “You’re one to talk, Nicole I teased.

“How come you never told me ‘Ash’ was short for something?”

I shrugged, “It never came up. Hey, Harry,” I said as Harry stumbled downstairs.

“A girl?” he asked, raising his eyebrows at Nic.

“Yeah, nice to see you too, kid.”

“Yeah, happy birthday, old man. I’m Harry,” he said, offering a hand to Nic.

“Nic,” Nic smiled at him.

“So, Ash, how’s work?” my mom asked, reappearing with water for both Nic and me and a juice box for Cassidy.

I shrugged again, taking the water. “Same old, same old.”

“And how’s daycare, Cass?” she asked.

“It’s fun,” Cassidy said before launching into a long story about her daycare adventures she told anyone who would listen, my mom hanging on to every word.

“You good?” I asked Nic in a whisper, my hand resting on her leg.

She smiled softly at me, “Yeah, your family’s wonderful. Feels like home.”

We sat there for awhile on the couch, Cassidy holding my mom captive with her stories while my brother, dad, Nic, and I paid attention to the game on TV. When Cassidy finally stopped talking to catch her breath, my mom finally cleared her throat. “Nic, would you like to see pictures of Ash?” she asked, getting up and moving for where we kept the photo albums.

“Ma!” I groaned, burying my face in my hands while Harry snickered.

“Oh, I’d love to!” Nic squealed in delight.

My mom sat next to Nic on the couch and opened up one of the albums. She started telling Nic all my old stories, while Cassidy moved from my dad’s lap to mine to look at the pictures. “This one is when he was born… aw, his first birthday!... that was when Lauren was born, he was protective of her even then,” my mom paused to relive the memory.

“You were so cute, Ash!” Nic told me, squeezing my arm. “Wow, you really care for your sister,” she said pointing at the photo my mom was showing her of me holding Lauren after she had come home from the hospital.

I smiled, looking at the photo. “I did the same with Harry. I take my big brother duties very seriously.”

“Too seriously sometimes. You’re like Dad 2.0,” Harry put in with an eye roll.

“Harry,” both my dad and I said with the same tone of exasperation and warning.

“Point proven,” he sighed with another roll of his eyes.

“You played t-ball?” Nic asked, looking at another photo.

“I told you I played baseball in high school. Gotta start somewhere.”

She continued to scan the pictures of my childhood, which varied from birthday parties, holidays, sport events, school events, and various other snapshots my mom and dad thought worth preserving like me playing guitar or caring for Lauren and Harry. “You wore glasses?!” Nic laughed, fixating on a picture of me in bed, wearing pajamas and glasses, reading a book to Lauren and Harry.

“I wear glasses,” I corrected, “for reading.” I looked at the picture, “I hated that book, but they loved it,” I told her.

“You read me that book sometimes, Daddy,” Cassidy said, looking at the picture.

“I do,” I agreed, hugging her to me. “Auntie Lauren and Uncle Harry were the ones to give you that book.”

“Wow,” Nic smiled, closing the album. “I feel like I’m seeing a whole different side to you.”

I shrugged, “I was a happy kid. No, Mom, not that one,” I said suddenly, seeing the next album my mom had opened- the one I knew contained a lot of pictures of me and Taylor.

Nic got excited, thinking it was more embarrassing photos of me. “Is it high school Ash? Oh, I wanna see! Please, Ash?”

“Please, Daddy?” Cassidy also begged.

They both looked at me so excited and I didn’t have the heart to say no. I sighed, “Alright…”

My mom, Cassidy, and Nic all grinned and then opened the album. The first few pages were similar to the first album, only instead of my face being round with baby fat, I had acne and my face and body started to define themselves more and more with each picture. As they flipped through the school pictures, family get-togethers, and general teenage shenanigans, my acne cleared and my beard started to show. Then, came the senior yearbook photo and I knew Taylor was on the next page. Sure enough, Nic smiled at me and turned the page, revealing a picture of me in a tux, grinning like a damned fool next to Taylor in that stunning green dress at Homecoming, crowns perched on both of our heads. “Is that…?” Nic asked, quietly.

I tried to smile and nodded. “Yep, that’s Taylor. Told ya I was Homecoming King,” I laughed, swallowing the lump in my throat. The last thing I wanted was Nic seeing pictures of me happy with an ex-girlfriend I thought I’d be with forever. And I certainly didn’t need the reminder that I had once proposed to the girl kissing my cheek while I grinned at the camera.

“Who’s that?” Cassidy asked me softly.

I smiled weakly, “That’s Momma.”

Her little face furrowed as her fingers grazed the picture. “How come she’s not here? Doesn’t she want to be a momma?” She turned her head to peer up at me, her big eyes a mix of childhood innocence and a deep questioning that no five year old should ever have.

I pinched the bridge of my nose and took a breath to steady myself. “Cass, we told you about your momma. She’s just really busy,” my mom hurriedly explained.

“Oh…” Cassidy said, seeming to accept the answer.

The mood kinda shifted as we continued to peruse the album with my mom. Nic stopped at one of the few pictures that Taylor wasn’t in and smiled at me, checking if I was okay. “Oh, I like this one,” I told her, looking at it- me on the pitcher’s mound, just seconds after I struck out their batter, ending the game, my face mid-transition from grin to screaming with joy. “We won our state championship game after... What, Dad, 15 innings?”

“18,” my dad corrected. “I remember because we kept joking in the stands that they should’ve charged us all for 2 tickets if we were gonna watch 2 games worth of innings.”

I laughed, “Yeah, that was a hell of a game.”

“It was. But you held your own.”

“I pitched 6 shutout innings,” I explained to Nic. “The 7th through 9th innings and then innings 16, 17, and 18.”

“He was a damn good closing pitcher,” my dad explained proudly.

“Yeah, okay, Dad,” I laughed while Harry scoffed that he was better. “When’s Lauren getting here?” I asked, suddenly realizing that I’d been home for at least an hour and she hadn’t shown up yet.

My dad cocked his head to the side before shrugging. “Soon, I guess.”

Right on cue the front door flew open and I heard Lauren scream, “I’m here!” then a blur of my sister as she ran in the living room, swinging Cassidy up in her arms before placing her back in my lap. “Hey, Nic,” Cassidy said, hugging Nic. “Good to see you again.” Then she went around saying hi to our mom and dad, kissing them on the cheeks, “Hi, Mom. Hi, Daddy. We winning?” she asked, leaning on his armchair. “Sup, Harry.”

“We’re doing our best, baby,” our dad told her while Harry nodded in greeting. “Where’s that boy of yours?”

“Oh, he couldn’t make it, Daddy,” she told him and then stuck her tongue out at me for no reason other than that she could.

I shook my head, laughing softly. “She’s his favorite,” I explained to Nic. “but it’s okay, cuz I’m Mom’s favorite.”

“Where does that leave me?” Harry asked, crossing his arms and pouting.

“I have no favorite children, Ashton. Just a favorite grandchild,” my mother reminded me, smiling softly at Cassidy.

“Yeah, Ashton,” Lauren tormented.

“Don’t you start, Lauren Rose Dawkins. You knew Ashton had a girlfriend and couldn’t be bothered to clue us in?” my mom asked my sister.

“Ha-ha!” I snickered, sticking my own tongue out at her.

“Oh, like she didn’t full name you when you introduced them to Nic?” Lauren shot back.

“Oh, she did,” Nic ratted me out.

“Then she pulled out the photos…” I added, shuddering.

Lauren sucked her air in through her teeth, “Yikes… did you get to the high school ones?”

“Oh, yeah..."

“I like your pictures, Ash,” Nic told me. “You were very handsome.”

“You hear that, Ashy? Were,” Harry and Lauren laughed.

Nic laughed shyly, “You’re still handsome,” she defended.

I smiled at her, “They’re just being jerks. I knew what you meant.”

“Oh!” Lauren said, clapping her hands together. “Has Ash showed you his room, yet, Nic?”

“No, he hasn’t.”

“Come with me, I’ll show ya,” she grinned, taking Nic’s hand and leading her towards the staircase.

Cassidy quickly got off my lap and went after them. “Wait for me!” she yelled.

I hurried after them, praying that my old room didn’t look like how I’d left it when I moved to Seattle nearly 5 years ago. I found the three of them on my old bed, looking around the room. “Wow, I haven’t been here in ages…” Lauren said aloud.

“Good, let’s keep it that way,” I told her, feeling sixteen for a minute.

“So, this is your room?” Nic wondered, standing up to get a better look at the posters on my walls of my favorite bands and sports teams. The corkboard that hung above my desk was still crooked from when I’d torn all the pictures off it in a fit of rage. The small trash can still held them, unharmed, because I had broken down crying when I tried to light them on fire. On my nightstand, a photo was still lying face down. Nic reached out to fix it.

“Leave it!” I said, my voice coming out harsh and sharp. Then, with a much softer tone, “Just leave it, please.”

“Oh… that’s the… shit, sorry, Ash,” Lauren said, getting up. “C’mon, Nic, have you seen the back yard yet?”

“What’s that picture, Daddy?” Cassidy asked, grabbing the frame in her hands.

I sighed and picked her up, sitting on the bed and holding her in my lap. “It’s a picture of me and Momma,” I told her.

“You don’t talk about her.”

“I know.”

“Why?”

“Because it makes me sad.”

“Why?”

I sighed again and patted the space next to me for Nic to sit down with us. “Okay, I’m gonna tell you both a story. Are you ready?”

Cassidy and Nic both nodded. I took a breath and flipped the frame over. In it, I was bent on one knee with a ring in my hand, while Taylor looked at me with her hands over her mouth in shock. “It was Taylor’s sophomore year of college and I had just finished up at the academy. I took Taylor- your momma- on a small vacation between Christmas and New Years. I had a ring, I had a speech, I had her dad’s blessing, all of it. And I proposed to her. I told her that I’d been in love with her since we were five and that I wanted to spend the rest of my life being everything she needed. She said no. Actually, she told me she was pregnant and wasn’t sure she wanted to be a momma.”

“She didn’t want to be a momma?” Cassidy asked, her eyes wide.

“Ash… I had no idea… I thought she…” Nic said, struggling to find words.

“Was dead? Yeah, she’s alive. Just didn’t want to be a mom. But, I really wanted to be a dad,” I said, smiling at Cassidy. “So, I convinced her to go through with it and we had you. Then she signed over her parental rights to me, broke my heart, and left me with a newborn that looked just like her.”

“Wow… Ash… I don’t know what to say…”

“There’s nothing to say. We were young and we had a tough choice to make. We each made the one we thought we could live with best. I don’t regret any of it. I’ve raised Cass with the help of my family. I lived here while I found a job and a place for us. Then I moved to Seattle almost 5 years ago with Cass. Then I met you. So, that’s what happened. And that’s why it’s a touchy subject, and why I don’t talk about it.”

“Thank you for trusting me enough to tell me,” Nic smiled.

I shrugged. “You’re my girlfriend, so you have a right to know about my past, even the ugly bits. And now you know about your momma, Cass,” I said, kissing her head.

“Why didn’t she want me?” she asked, her eyes full of tears as she looked up at me.

I took my thumb and ran it under her eyes, catching the tears. “I don’t know, love. But I know that I wanted you. And that I love you very much.”

“That’s true,” Lauren told Cassidy. “Your daddy loves you lots. Wanna know how I know that?”

“How?!”

“Because your daddy’s a terrible liar,” Lauren said, smiling.

Nic laughed, “Good to know you’re a bad liar.”

“The worst,” I assured, kissing her.

~~~

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