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THIS SATURDAY JULY 29TH!!!!!!…..MALE & FEMALE EXOTIC DANCERS!!!!!…..LAP DANCES!!!!…NASTY GAMES!!!!..SEXY PERFORMANCES!!!!!….420 FRIENDLY!!!!!…MEET VAIN!!!…MEET CURIOSITY!!!…

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Prompt: Exotic male dancer AU.

(WARNING: Slightly NSFW)

((Song I listened to while writing this, cuz I feel like that’s needed: For Your Entertainment by Adam Lambert))

Jon, or Delirious during work hours, danced like no fucking other. His body was captivating in every way possible, with the ways that it turned and moved in a symphony of intricate movements. He used this talent of his to his advantage and used it to pay off his lingering college funds. And truth be told, he loved his job, it was nice being able to finally show people what exactly he was made of.

So here he was now one stage, in the red tinted spotlight. Clad in his black spandex booty-shorts and faded navy blue Dr. Martens. This moment was his, he felt it in his bones.

He stood there; head bowed low waiting for the music to kick on. And once it did at the beginning beats before the vocals he looked up, making what he called ‘Pretty-Eyes’ to the crowd as he subtly searched through it. It always helped to have someone or something to focus on. So he caught the eye of a beautiful bearded man, choosing him as quickly as they met eyes.

He popped his chest in and out to the first set of lyrics, mouthing each word. He’s heard this song so many times while practicing this certain dance, he was going to perfect this if it was the last thing he did.

He slowly guided his body to the left, then advancing forward and to the right, leading with his hips as he did so. He continued to do this until he got near the end of the stage before bending his elbows, positioning his arms into an ‘X’ formation in front of his chest. He dragged them away from his chest, touching his own skin as he did so. He did his cute head roll, a look to his side, fluttering his eye lashes and smiling cheekily.

He turned in a circle, gyrating his hips in a pattern of a figure 8 then two rough thrusts to the one side and two more rough thrusts to the other side. His arms were behind his head gripping his own hair as he moved.

Jon sunk down to his knees, eyeing the man he’d looked at in the beginning only to see he was being eyed just as hard. He bit his lip, placing his palms on the stage, giving a buck of the hips and a few more after that.

He hopped up just as gracefully as his other movements, turned around, and strolled back down the stage. He gave a gentle wave and a toothy smile, walking backstage after the song ended. He could hear the crowd cheer and chant, his heart soaring with pride.

Jon got dressed back in his normal clothes. His clothes were baggy and layered since it was cold outside.

“Del, there’s a satisfied customer who rented room 13 who wants to see you.”

“Ok, thanks. I’ll be right there,” He grabbed his backpack and walked out into the common area.

He waved to the bartenders before walking down the large hallway of rentable rooms. In those rooms, private dances were bought along with little add-ons among other things.

He entered the assigned room, closing the door after him. Jon immediately met the gorgeous eyes of the man. He stared at this man during his entire routine; he couldn’t keep his eyes off of him.

“Hey there,” Jon smiled awkwardly, setting his bag down on the floor next to the door.

“Hey,” the man smiled back, “You’re an awfully good dancer.” Jon had heard the praise many times and of course it was great to hear, but it never made him weak at the knees like it did right now.

“Oh, thank you,” He placed his hand on the back of his neck, but remembered that this man was probably here for a reason. “So, what can I do you for?”

The man was confused, but recovered quickly, “I actually just wanted to ask if you’d possibly like to go one a date,”

Jon’s eyes widened.

“What? Seriously?”

“Yeah! I-I mean, if you want to of course.”

Jon smiled impossibly wider.

  “Sure, that’d be nice.” He nodded, “My name’s Jon by the way…”

“I’m Luke,” They shook hands. “And I hope to be seeing you again.”

“You will, trust me.” Jon winked making Luke laugh.

“Good.”

Red Lines - Chapter 18

Description: Ashton is an exotic male dancer. Skylar is a college student studying psychology and needs a subject to do her thesis on. She pays him for two weeks so she can study him. Things are bound to get interesting. 

Word Count: 7,047 words

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rejectedvegetable  asked:

Feminism is wanting equal rights for everyone with little to no gender barriers in between. Men's rights are also necessary but if I am correct Men fall under the category of EVERYONE.

Do you believe men should have the same right as women to opt out of parenthood or have complete control over their reproduction as women do (ie. financial abortion leaving all women’s reproductive rights intact)?

Do you believe men should have the same right as women to genital integrity at birth (circumcision)?

Do you believe women should be forced into Selective Service to possibly fight and die for their country?

Do you believe that male exotic dancers and porn stars should earn the same amount as their female coworkers - equal pay for equal work?

Do you believe N.O.W. is wrong for opposing shared parenting and equal access to kids after a divorce?

Do you believe drunken women who grab, pinch or otherwise engage in any sexualized touching or flirtation with men without their consent are women who feel ‘entitled to mens bodies’ and should be charged with sexual assault and/or harassment?

Do you believe that men should be allowed (and supported by women) to lobby/protest/boycott movies like Magic Mike, products like Old Spice, and magazines like Mens Health or Cosmo for portraying unrealistic body images of ripped men and 8 pack abs?

Do you believe sexist/stereotyped portrayals of men as bumbling idiots/incompetent/always needing a woman to guide/fix their decisions should be outlawed and replaced in TV sitcoms and advertising?

Do you believe that the standard depiction in film, where a single father may only live with his children if his wife had an untimely death and never through divorce, is wrong?

Do you believe that a depiction in film, where a single non-custodial father must be shown flawed in some way, slanting the viewer to believe he is less a loving, equal parent than a pain in the mother’s side, is outdated and should end?

Do you believe NFL stars who hit women deserve jail time, and that Hope Solo shouldn’t have been allowed to continue playing for the US women’s soccer team but rather she should have faced similar consequences?

Do you believe that a woman throwing slaps and punches at a man in a bar is deserving of a few nights in jail for assault?

Do you believe that men should be able to stop paying child support when they discover that the child they thought was theirs biologically is discovered to be another man’s through paternity fraud?

Do you believe in 100% DNA paternity testing for each child born in this country?

Do you believe that when a legally “cannot drive” drunk man and sober women have sex with each other, the woman is a rapist?

Do you believe that women who are proven to have lied about being raped should serve the same prison sentence as rapists?

Do you believe that resources for Domestic Violence advocacy, shelters, etc., should be allocated on a realistic basis, that when all victims are considered including men, women, children, and elders, women are every bit as violent to those who live with them as men?

Would you support an “affirmative action” plan that would force state and federal courts to give equal prison sentences to men and to women, as classes, for the same crime?

Do you believe that schools should recognize their shortcomings in teaching boys, with the aim of giving them a good education and ending the epidemic of ADHD medication abuse? Such self reflection should seek to make equal the number of young men vs. women in our colleges. Do you support this?

If you answered “no” to any of these questions - you are a feminist. But you certainly do not support equality in any sense of the word.

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  • Prompt: Jongin works a 9 to 5 and he’s bored with his life. He wakes up, goes to work, goes home and sleeps day in and day out. Kyungsoo, his co-worker in the cubicle next to him, is lazy and loves to have fun. “Lets go out tonight.”

Dull, coffee stained fingers grace the keyboard strokes in a monotonous way. It’s boring, Jongin knows. Yet, this is his job of eight years and he’s grown accustomed to his mundane occupation. He answers phones, placates customers, gets yelled at, and misses lunch all in one day, then does it again the next. It’s routine, uniform, the norm by now and he doesn’t have an aching bone left for a complaint.

Though he tries his best to remain positive and continue his stale ways, there are times when he wants to try different things. Be a bit spontaneous and maybe get that tattoo he always dreamed about.

He shakes his head. What would his mom think of a Naruto tattoo on his thigh? He sighs, fixing his rimmed glasses for the nth time this hour before gazing at the clock. The second hand doesn’t seem to move nearly as fast as it should, and he returns his attention to the computer once again.

Time ticks away slowly. He itches to move, so he stretches his limbs, arms reaching over his head as he arches his back. The chair creaks as it leans, compensating his shifting weight. Jongin straightens up and continues typing two hundred words a minute.

He’s in his own zone, concentrating with great effort until three knocks sound on his cubicle wall. He ignores it though, this document needs to be on the president’s desk within the hour.

Another sound of a knock, and just maybe his patience begins to stretch. Though he maintains a professional demeanor, on the inside, Jongin is thoroughly annoyed.

“Yo Jongin.” There. That voice spans his patience until it finally snaps.

“What?” He darts his eyes toward his coworker, Kyungsoo, who is a royal pain in the ass. Jongin doesn’t fancy his sluggish, nonchalant attitude toward the job. Being a firm believer of hard work, he has a difficult time believing this bimbo got hired in the same firm as him, a person who put forth dedication.

“So I’m going out tonight, want to come?” This question comes every Friday like a broken record. It boggles Jongin’s mind how the airhead simply doesn’t let up after all the times he’s been rejected with a solid, leave me alone–or on those bad days, a jarring, Fuck off.

Today however, as irritated as Jongin may seem, he humors the notion of going out. Maybe it’s time to switch up the schedules and do something different. He likes the idea of drinking, though he has yet to partake in such a nonsensical thing. Dancing is always fun, he believes, especially when he does so in his apartment while listening to old Disney tunes. This could be the thing he needs at the moment. But he doesn’t allow Kyungsoo to know that. He would never.

“Let me think about it.” The shocked high-raised eyebrows is to be expected, but what he doesn’t anticipate is for Kyungsoo to roll his office chair into his cubicle.

“So you got anything to wear to a club?” He asks, leaning over in Jongin’s face, personal space long forgotten. Jongin moves away from his advances, fixing his glasses which are perfectly straightened.

“I haven’t agreed to go just yet.”

The other scoffs hard, eyes rolling to the back of his head. “Out of all these years, you have never said you will think about it. That means you’re going. And it’s about damn time.” Kyungsoo smiles. It’s the first time Jongin has really paid attention to his smile, and he finds himself staring because it’s the shape of a heart. 

He coughs in his palm. “Okay. I’ll go and I have something to wear.” He nods to confirm and Kyungsoo pushes off his desk, rolling back to his cubicle. Jongin huffs, cheeks heating and mind hazy with what he just agreed to do. Hopefully, he doesn’t regret this.

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Well, there was hope and hopes can be crushed, Jongin muses. Standing outside of a strip club beside Kyungsoo, he looks up at the sign, “Sin City” in neon lights and nearly faints.

“Kyungsoo, I thought you said ‘out’?”

Kyungsoo shrugs, “This is out.” he says as he walks toward the entrance. Jongin stills, gaping in disbelief. He couldn’t believe Kyungsoo brought him to such a place. “Come on. Or I’ll leave you out here.” he waves for Jongin to follow.

The taller gulps before he follows Kyungsoo inside the building. The first thing he notices is that it’s not an ordinary strip club, it’s one that hires male exotic dancers. The further they walk inside, the queasier Jongin feels in the stomach.

(This is all for the allotted 20 minutes. But there is a small continuation under the cut which could be expanded on later.)

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Red Lines - Chapter 11

Description: Ashton is an exotic male dancer. Skylar is a college student studying psychology and needs a subject to do her thesis on. She pays him for two weeks so she can study him. Things are bound to get interesting. 

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Red Lines - Chapter 9

Description: Ashton is an exotic male dancer. Skylar is a college student studying psychology and needs a subject to do her thesis on. She pays him for two weeks so she can study him. Things are bound to get interesting. 

Word Count: 16,006 words

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Red Lines - Chapter 6

Description: Ashton is an exotic male dancer. Skylar is a college student studying psychology and needs a subject to do her thesis on. She pays him for two weeks so she can study him. Things are bound to get interesting. 

Word Count: 10,937 words

A/N: So, in this chapter you’re all going to get to know more about Ashton’s past, and I will be introducing some new characters soon. Therefore I was thinking that it’d be cool if I had a contest where the winners gets a character named after themselves? Please tell me what you think in my ask box and give me feedback on the fic!  It motivates me to update more frequently. You can also start tracking the tag ‘redlines5sos’ to get a noticification each time I post a new chapter! Enjoy :)

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The Kings of Storybrooke

A/N: Happy Belated Birthday @laurielulou and Happy Birthday (tumblrless) Jamie! And, as always, I can’t thank my beta/graphic design goddess Bianca, aka @shipsxahoy. Not only does she beta for me, but she included this GORGEOUS manip for me as a belated Christmas gift. Try getting that out of your head, ladies. As always, I will be tagging at the end. This my longest one-shot to date; I’m so proud of it. But enough about me! Time to let the Kings of Storybrooke ring in your new year!

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It was no secret that Killian and Brennan’s relationship had been a tumultuous one. Killian’s mother passed when he was only seven years old, leaving just him, his older brother Liam and his father. His dad was not a very present man in his life; the Jones brothers mostly hung around at Granny’s dinner while their dad was at work. It wasn’t until Liam became ill that Brennan Jones was home more often than was normal. He would attend to Liam’s every wish, with the assistance of Killian. A year passed, and when Liam’s cancer finally took him, Brennan Jones went into a tailspin. The drugs and the alcohol were his only solace; not even his only son was able to get him the help he needed.

One day, when Killian was 13-years-old, Brennan just did not come home. Fearing the worst, Killian called up the sheriff’s department, and together they located him. He was passed out in the dressing room of the local exotic dance club: Wonderland. That was the day Killian realized his father was a male exotic dancer. That was also the day that Granny took Killian and gave him a room at the inn for as long as he needed it. He stepped into the house he grew up in the next day to pack up all of his belongings—which wasn’t much to begin with—and never stepped foot in that house ever again.

Killian wouldn’t actively seek out his father for many years after, until a 26-year-old Killian decided to go into Wonderland in the hopes of gaining employment. Like father, like son, so it would seem. But as he approached the door to the manager’s office to knock, it swung open, revealing his father behind it. Apparently after that night, Brennan had gone to rehab for 60 days to get clean, and he had been 13 years.

“You looking for work?” Brennan asked his son.

Nervously clutching his duffle bag, Killian replied, “I guess so; didn’t expect to see you here.”

“Likewise. Well, I guess I have to see what you can do. Tonight is amateur night. Let’s see if you got what it takes to become of a member of the Kings of Storybrooke.”

It was that cold, January evening in 2010 when his life changed.

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Red Lines - Chapter 17

Description: Ashton is an exotic male dancer. Skylar is a college student studying psychology and needs a subject to do her thesis on. She pays him for two weeks so she can study him. Things are bound to get interesting. 

Word Count: 7,356 words

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