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vettelsdarling · 4 months

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𝐂𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐌𝐞

Lissie note… Here’s the second winner of the poll. I stupidly duplicated him💀 but just tallied those numbers together. Also yes, I’m trying out new layouts rn so please lmk if this looks great or not<3

Summary: A photographer from the heart of NYC has been in a low-key relationship with Lando Norris for a while now…

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Things to note:

Reader is a menace tbh

Lando and reader are separated by 2 yrs

Reader is a known photographer (just not famous yk)

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Pairing: Lando Norris x Photographer!Fem!Reader

Warnings: None

Playlist recommendations: 𝐋𝐍𝟒, 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟💗

Taglist: @drugged-kitkat, @ophcelia, @darleneslane, @allwaysalleyway, @littlesatanicassholebitch

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yourusername What a great day to change my pfp on my Twitter😮‍💨

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yourbestfriend Isn’t that the camera I got you last Christmas?

yourusername Merry Christmas ig

yourbestfriend The enthusiasm🥰

yourusername WOW!?!???!!!! IT REALLY IS THE CAMERA YOU GAVE ME LAST YEAR AHHH I STILL HAVE IT CAUSE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

yourbestfriend Nah now it doesn’t feel genuine😒

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landonorris

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landonorris What’s up 2023?🧡

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user1 The photos are better this year wtf😮‍💨

user2 He looks amazing regardless

user3 YESSS IT’S BACKKK LET’S GOO🧡🧡🧡

yourusername Ty for the tag, great working w/ you

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user4 Ty for blessing Lando’s face

user5 She’s a magician with a camera😩

user6 Danny isn’t racing this yr right?😞

user7 Yeah he isn’t😭😭😭

user8 Ugh MCLAREN WHYYY

user9 I’m manifesting🫡

user10 Actually so delulu I made a mood board consisting ONLY of Lando😃

user11 At least you’re self aware💀

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yourusername Tbh I feel kinda bad for knowing next to NOTHING abt f1 but I’ll just do my job and whatever to pay rent in New York🤡 Last resort is the pole (not position😞)

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yourbestfriend 💀

yourusername Are you implying I wouldn’t be a great pole dancer?🤨

yourbestfriend Honestly? Yeah🥰

yourusername Bitch.

landonorris I didn’t even realize you’d take this many pics

yourusername Welcome to your new life (I sound and look like a fucking stalker rn wtaf)

yourfriend WTF YOU NEVER SAID YOU PHOTOGRAPHED LANDO NORRIS????

yourusername Surprise!!😻

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landonorris Checking out the credentials🤨

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yourusername At least I’m better than you🥰

landonorris You make a fair point… it’s your job😒

user1 Bffr rn😭

user2 Wdym? it’s his designated photographer. I think she’s a part of the team cause McLaren hired her

user1 Wait really?

user2 …yeah💀

user3 The way I love this new photographer😩

user4 Yeah she’s good. She’s well known in the photography world as one of the best in nyc

user3 Wtf that’s such an honor

user5 IS THAT HER??? 10 bucks they’re dating but not telling us

user6 Nah that’s too quick💀 They JUST hired her like this year.

user7 I’m excited for her shots in Miami

user8 I’ve seen some of her stuff at her gallery. Some of it sells for more than a month’s salary

user9 Her instagram is private😔💔

user10 It’s always been😭😭😭

f1gossip

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f1gossip New beau, Lando?👀

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user1 HUH WHAT😃

user2 They are just friends they are just friends they are just friends

user3 stfu what is this😭

user4 That looks a lot like yourusername

user5 💀

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yourusername Luckily this account is private💪 Hope they don’t find my very not private Twitter💀

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yourbestfriend Good luck😭

yourusername ty, I will not need it😩

landonorris what is this Twitter you speak of🤨🤨🤨

yourusername Nothing👽

f1gossip

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f1gossip Looks like Lando’s girl has Twitter👀

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user1 Wtaf I love her

user2 Ever wondered she might not want it leaked💀

yourusername Oh… wow…😐

user3 OFMHSK IT’S YOU

yourusername In all my glory😮‍💨🔥

user4 I love how she’s literally just like everyone else and not some snob😭

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landonorris Who would’ve thought it was possible to post your own paparazzi photos?!

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yourusername Holy shit, this is revolutionary🤯

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yourusername Why don’t the media just hire me to take better pics of us🤡🤡

landonorris Ikr

user1 Nah I’m loving this

user2 They are really handing the media’s ass on a silver plate💀💀💀

user3 This is pure gold😭

user4 I thought Kika and Pierre were my fav but Lando and her just raised the bar

user5 Honestly lmao

user6 why aren’t more wags like this

user7 Publicity probs

user8 Publicity doesn't make sense because she’d fear it too..?

user7 Nah I actually don’t think she cares very much💀

user9 You guys keep doing you, this is amazing.

yourusername Hell yeah😩

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yourusername We’ve been around👯‍♀️

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yourbestfriend FUCK YEAH WE HAVE

yourusername Ugh we should travel together sometime

yourbestfriend We should

landonorris Where was my invite?

yourusername Nonexistent.

landonorris Wow. I feel so insulted.

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yourusername Welcome to my Instagram, peasants. Above, you can see a little bit of everything I serve on here (and yes, I do SERVE).

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yourbestfriend Hot

yourusername I know

landonorris ❤️

yourusername tmrw is our 1 yr anniversary.

landonorris Did you think I forgot?

yourusername Yes

landonorris You’re not wrong…

user1 1 YEAR WHAT????

user2 They hid it for so long😭

user3 I’ve been waiting ages to finally gain access to her Instagram

yourusername thank you, loyal plebe.

user4 2nd pic is me during exam season❤️

user5 Literally same

user6 She’s living my dream fr

yourusername I must be very powerful, then

user7 Skin care routine???

yourusername Random shit from drugstores

user8 She’s so down to earth but classy in a funny way. How tf do I even explain her😭

yourusername I’m an enigma

user9 Lando is lucky wtf

yourusername Right?

user10 No but you and Lando compliment each other so well

yourusername Ty<3

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landonorris For a whole year, you’ve given me everything I’ve ever needed. A fun and breezy outlook on life. You’re just amazing. I love you and I didn’t forget about today❤️

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yourusername I’ll let it go for today. Only because I love you too❤️

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maxverstappen1 Congrats you guys👏

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yourbestfriend Feels like yesterday I told you how to get her attention😔

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carlossainz55 Congratulations guys, enjoy yourselves today🍾

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epicbuddieficrecs · 27 days

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Weekly Recap | March 25th-31st 2024

Happy late Easter if you celebrate! I had four days off soooooo as you can see, this is a long one 😆 (honestly feels like I spent the entire fucking day working on this!!)

OMG those stills last week? That episode synopsis? can't WAIT for 7x04 !!!!

(There's a couple of people not tagged, if you know them, please tag the min the comments!)

Complete

🔥 A Million Pretty Pieces by ShesLikeTexas / @shesliketexas-17 (Sentinel/Guide AU, Canon Divergent, SEAL!Buck | 251K | Teen): After enduring countless procedures to save his older brother, Evan Buckley is only four-years-old when he manifests as the youngest Guide in human history. The Global-Sentinel-Guide-Association brings one of their finest mentors, Bobby Nash, out of retirement to help train the young Guide.

When You Gimme Those Ocean Eyes by Princessfbi/ @princessfbi (Post-Tsunami, Mermaid!Buck | 5K | General): The loft was dark and stilted like Buck hadn’t even bothered to turn on the lights when he got home but the air was thick with moisture. Maddie heard the shower first and then the pitiful, pained whimper next. “Buck!” Maddie moved in through the loft to the bathroom and pushed open the door. She was met with a face of trapped steam that seeped into her skin and made her lungs release a tension she didn’t know she’d been holding. But that tension returned tenfold as she flipped on the light. Buck stared up at her, tired and scared, from where he was slumped in the corner of his shower. (Part 1 of 🔥Mermaid AU)

Fallin’ Into Your Ocean Eyes by Princessfbi / @princessfbi (Mermaid!Buck, Getting Together | 21K | Mature): “Do you trust me?” Buck asked, as he nuzzled his nose against Eddie’s. “You know I do.” “Good,” Buck said, pecking him on his lips again before he pulled away and kicked off his boots. “I need you to hold my pants.” Buck hooked his thumbs in the waistline of his jeans and pushed them down in a blink of an eye. If Eddie’s face could get any redder, it would, but the heat of his gaze had Buck shoving down a shiver that raced up his spine. He handed Eddie his jeans and pulled off his shirt. “This is weird,” Eddie mumbled as Buck handed his clothes to him. “I hope you realize this is weird.” (Part 2 of 🔥Mermaid AU)

A Diamond Mind and Those Ocean Eyes by Princessfbi/ @princessfbi (Mermaid!Buck | 35K | Teen): “Buck…” Eddie wheezed, his eyes rolling in his head. Maddie snapped her gaze down to look at him and almost burst into tears at the sight. Eddie’s sun kissed skin was deathly pale, with blue tinging his lips and dark circles under his eyes. Buck never would’ve left him. Not like this. “Eddie!” Maddie said, shaking him herself. “Where’s Buck?” Eddie wheezed and said, “… boat.” Then Eddie stopped breathing and Chimney started CPR. (Part 3 of 🔥Mermaid AU)

Work It Like The Rent's Due by Loverlylo/ @theloverlylo (Stripper!Buck | 4K | Teen): Look, the cost of living in Los Angeles is insane, and public servants make nothing. Lacking savings, an inheritance, or a spouse with a high-earning job, Buck turns to a side gig to help pay is rent. And what side gig is perfect for a gorgeous man with no shame? If you guess stripping, you win.

the music moves me (right onto your lap) by KaztielCS118 (Stripper!Eddie | 4K | Mature): Eddie used to be a strip dancer, he shows Buck just how good he is.

🔥 I want to be your fantasy (maybe you could be mine) by 42hrb/ @exhuastedpigeon (Bachelor Party | 7K | Explicit): Eddie stopped just outside the doors, a hand on Buck's arm to stop him from going inside. “Buck I have to tell you something and you’re not allowed to say shit about it okay?” “Of-of course,” Buck was a little worried at how serious Eddie was being, but it probably wasn't anything that bad if he was going to tell Buck something and then go into a pole dancing class. “I’m going to be really good at this class,” Eddie said, his voice low. “Because one of my jobs before moving to L.A. was stripping. You’re the first person who didn’t work at the club or go to the club to know that and I’d prefer if it stayed that way.”

pauses, then says by vstars (S7E4 Speculation | 1K | Teen): or, Eddie checks up on Buck after an accident at the basketball court

Wrong Side of Heaven by TearsThisSideofHeaven (MCU AU, Post-Snap | 8K | Mature): In the moment, Buck wonders if this is the end of the world. Later, he’ll find himself wishing it had been. Or: the post-Thanos 9-1-1 AU that's been rattling around in the author's brain for literally years.

too tired to keep lying by extasiswings/ @extasiswings (S7E6 Spec, Madney Wedding | 1K | Teen): “But someone has to tell everyone that there’s—” Buck’s voice cracks. A shudder wracks him and Eddie’s hold tightens. “—that there’s not going to be a wedding today.” “There could be.” “What?” Eddie swallows hard, pulling back enough that his eyes can meet Buck’s. “There could still be a wedding today.”

do you want to know a secret by bucksclipboard/ @excuseme-greentea (S7, Getting Together | 3K | Teen): Buck overworks himself and his family worries. When Eddie overhears a conversation between Maddie and Chimney, he learns he might just have caused Buck’s change in behavior. The good news is – there’s something he can do about it.

🔥 If I Never Hear Your Voice Again by actualalligator/ @actualalligator (Canon Divergent, Post-S3E1 Kids Today, Online Friendship | 21K | Mature): After the pulmonary embolism, Buck starts to experience nerve pain and intermittent weakness in his leg. He undergoes another surgery, but when it does not help, he is medically retired from the LAFD. Chimney gets him a video game so they can play it together, but one night it leads him right to Eddie, a single dad from Texas, desperate to make ends meet. They strike up a friendship that eventually leads to more while they work through depression, a move, some new jobs, and a lot of other life stuff.

The One Where The 118 Play "Never Have I Ever" & Chaos Ensues. by dylaesthetics (S7, Getting Together | 3K | Teen): Or playing Never Have I Ever during a slow shift goes as well as you can probably expect.

Warmth of your Gratitude and Appreciation by Wildgirl93/ @wildlife4life (S7E3 Coda | 1K | Not Rated): Buck is coming down from the rush of the cruise rescue and Eddie takes him home.

Buck the Bachelor by terranobis (S7, Bachelor!Buck | 41K | Not Rated): When an emergency at the Bachelor mansion leads to Buck becoming the Bachelor, Buck and Eddie begin to realize that there might be more to their friendship than they thought.

you've ruined my life (by not being mine) by ummrys (S7E4 Spec | 2K | Teen): Or, Buck gets a little (a lot) jealous of Eddie's blossoming friendship with Tommy Kinard, and makes some bad decisions about it.

🔥 Racing with the Brakes Cut by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels/ @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (Fast&Furious AU | 61K | Explicit): When Eddie Diaz is offered an undercover job by the LAPD, he takes it so the money will take care of his son. But his mission to infiltrate The 118, a group of street racers suspected of hijacking trucks and selling the goods on the black market, goes awry when he meets Evan Buckley. The more time Eddie spends with Buck and his family, partnering with Buck to win the dangerous Race Wars, the harder it is to remember why he's really there. As the police breathe down his neck, Eddie will have to choose exactly which side he's on, and where his loyalties lie.

of epiphanies by tawaifeddiediaz / @tawaifeddiediaz (Post-S7E3, FWB Buck/Tommy, Buddie Getting Together | 4K | Teen): Or, the one where Buck doesn’t know what to do about Tommy, but somehow, he finds the love of his life anyway.

oh i wonder who i'm looking for by ipretendtobesane/ @useramor (Post-S7E3, Buck/Tommy | 2K | Mature): after 7x03, buck and tommy go to a bar

if i died last night (it would haunt me forever) by honestlydarkprincess/ @honestlydarkprincess (Post-S7E3, Love Confessions | <1K | Teen): Or, the one where Buck can't go another night without telling Eddie how he feels.

i love you if you even care by tinygiantsam/ @watchyourbuck (S7E4 Spec | 3K | Mature): 7x04 speculation where Buck gets jealous of Tommy, but hits Eddie with the basketball instead.

🔥 because we'll all arrive in heaven alive by callmenewbie/ @puppyboybuckley (Post-S6, Disaster Fic | 75K | Explicit): During a search and rescue, Eddie disappears without a trace, leaving Buck to grapple with the sudden possibility of a life without him.

a matching pair (we go together) by honestlydarkprincess/ @honestlydarkprincess (Getting Together | 1K | Teen): Or, the one where Eddie makes the team friendship bracelets.

be there on the next train by fleetinghearts/ @shitouttabuck (Getting Together | 1K | Teen): or, painkillers, pet names, and other sure-fire ways to finally tell your best friend you’re in love with him

slowly getting sober from the taste of your skin by honestlydarkprincess/ @honestlydarkprincess (S7, Getting Together | 11K | Teen): Or, the one where Eddie gets drunk and pines. Includes Maddie & Eddie friendship, lots of miscommunication, and a happy fluffy ending.

Left Unsaid by C_M2 (Post-Tsunami | 33K | Mature): The discovery of a small facebook group full of tsunami survivors rocks station 118.

it’s just the thought of you and what I leave behind by bucksclipboard/ @excuseme-greentea (Alternate S7E3 | 6K | Teen): As the cruise ship starts to sink, Bobby and Athena aren’t the only ones in desperate need of saving. The 118 goes on a high-risk mission and a close call brings Buck and Eddie together.

🔥 miracles under your sighs and moans by napricot (PWP, Post-S6, Sex Pollen | 21K | Explicit): When Eddie gets exposed to an experimental aphrodisiac on a call, he realizes there’s only one person he trusts to help him get through it: Buck.

chafe the skin (you know i like it rough) by honestlydarkprincess/ @honestlydarkprincess (PWP, Getting Together | 6K | Explicit): Buck had a problem. A very, very big problem. Eddie hadn’t shaved in two days.

Love's No Pressure by kittyeddie (PWP, Established Buddie | 7K | Explicit): 5 times Buck and Eddie try to have sex but don't, and one time they finally get to

baby, can i hold you? by fleetinghearts/ @shitouttabuck (Post-S7E1, Hurt/Comfort | 3K | Teen): or, eddie panics. buck holds him.

WIP

🔥 for all the haunts and homes of men by euadnes/ @kananjarus (Canon Divergent, Post-Apocalyptic, Station Eleven Crossover | WIP | 13/? | 113K | Mature | Warning: Violence): The year by the old calendar is 2025. Home is gone. Home is a failed rescue mission and an echo of a memory. Home is a lost boy living in a wooden house by the sea. But first, there was a promise. Christopher, when it's safe, I'll take you back to your father. Buck had all but given up on keeping it after the world had died and everyone in it. But just as some oaths refuse to be forgotten, so the same can be said about the endurance of love.

Kiss Me Once Cause You Know I Had A Long Night by I_still_dont_understand_13 / @sherlockcrossing (Prompt collection | 29/? | 19K | Teen): 100 kiss prompts.

29. 71. Lingering forehead against forehead, consumed by each other to the point of barely having strength enough to breathe

🔥 Things We're All Too Young to Know by Daisies_and_Briar / @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon S1-S6, S7 Spec | 123/? | 379K | Mature): This is a love story. Even if it doesn’t always look like it. Even if it doesn’t always feel like it. A look back on Eddie and Buck's lives up to now, and what led them to each other, interpreted from the current 9-1-1 canon.

Podfic

🔥 Still Waters by MilenaDaniels [Podfic] (@milenadaniels) by Rhea314 (Rhea)/ @rhea314 (Post-S4E14: Survivors | 45-60 minutes | Explicit): As Eddie lays on the hot pavement bleeding out, his eyes locked on Buck’s bloody face, his hand reaching out towards him, what washes over him isn’t his hard-earned stillness nor is it shock. It’s clarity, edging slowly into focus from off-stage. And when he wakes up in the hospital bed and registers a soft, slim hand in his, he thinks, "no, that’s not it". Or, Five Ways Eddie's Body Feels Different After the Shooting

🔥 Nights are mainly made for saying things that you can’t say tomorrow day by HMSLusitania [podfic](@hmslusitania) by Rhea314 (Rhea)/ @rhea314 (Camping Trip, Getting Together | 20-30 minutes | Not Rated): Coincidentally lacking children for a week, the firefam go camping together. Eddie would have a better time with it if he wasn't hiding a major secret.

🔥 What's Died Will Never Stay Dead by HMSLusitania [Podfic] (@hmslusitania) by Rhea314 (Rhea)/@rhea314 (The Old Guard AU, Bobby POV | 45-60 minutes | Teen): Bobby's family died in an apartment fire in St Paul, he was honest about that much. But it was in 1904, not 2014.

🔥 Which Witch (series) by HMSLusitania [Podfic] (@hmslusitania) by Rhea314 (Rhea) / @rhea314 (Witch!Eddie | 1-1.5 hours | Teen): It starts as a stupid conversation at the station. Chim, overly credulous, kicks them off with a quick, “Hey remember when we were jinxed because Probie said the q-word? Do you guys think there’s such a thing as actual magic?” In his defence, Eddie guesses, it really is a …q-word… shift and they don’t have anything better to do, everyone sprawled around on various pieces of furniture in the loft. Eddie had been playing a round of pool with Buck, but if they’re going to get into this conversation, he’s got to nip it in the bud. “Nope,” he says.

🔥 The Best Lie is a Truth (My Best Mask is My Face) by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels [podfic] (@letmetellyouaboutmyfeels) by Rhea314 (Rhea)/ @rhea314 (Post-S5, Fake Relationship | 4-5 hours | Explicit): The Buckleys are celebrating their 50th Anniversary, and Maddie and Buck are both expected to come. To take the heat off Maddie, Buck impulsively blurts out that he's seeing someone new. Obviously, there's only one solution: bring Eddie as his fake boyfriend, pretend to be in love with him, and survive the weekend with minimal bloodshed. No problem, except for the, uh. "Pretend" part. Oops.

🔥 right in front of your eyes by rainbow_nerds [podfic] (@rainbow-nerdss) by Rhea314 (Rhea) / @rhea314 (Fake Relationship | 1.5-2 hours | Teen): Buck offers to fake-date Eddie so Pepa will stop setting him up on dates.

🔥 Lifelines by hetrez [podfic] by Rhea314 (Rhea)/ @rhea314 (Canon Divergent, Tsunami | 2 hours | Teen): Buck said, "Look, I'm sorry I overheard that because it's personal, and you should be able to decide who gets to have that part of you." Eddie came out of his hunch a little and looked him in the eyes, and Buck felt a zing of giddy accomplishment. It maybe made him stupid. "But to be honest, I'm really flattered that Pepa thought a punk like me could get a guy like you." Eddie's eyes went huge, and under the sodium lights Buck could see his ears turning red. Just two strangers hanging out after a tsunami, talking about being in the closet.

🔥 Don't Take the Money by HMSLusitania [Podfic] (@hmslusitania) by Rhea314 (Rhea) / @rhea314 (Post-Lawsuit, Time Loop | 2.5-3 hours | Mature): “You know, being stuck here isn’t actually the end of the world,” Chimney says, coming up to the table and picking up one of the smoke detectors. “It just feels like it, Buck. Trust me, I know.” “I’m pretty sure it might actually be the end of the world,” Buck says. “Considering this is the sixth time I’ve lived this day.” Chimney stares at him for a beat and then his eyebrows lift. “Wait, are you like – dude, are you in Groundhog Day?” OR The post-lawsuit time-loop AU literally no one asked for.

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miheartsedthings · 2 months

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Pole Candy

18+ Minors DNI

Modern!Billy x Stripper!Reader

Summary: Security guard Billy feels over-protective when a customer gets too handsy.

Warnings: Sex work, attempted assault, trauma, anal stuff. Angst + a little fluff.

(ps. I don't know what I'm doing with these warnings, please forgive me if I've missed something and be careful.)

Cherry Waves - Song I'd be dancing to, feel free to choose your own or use this one.

The flashing lights strobe to the rhythm of the music. Lighting up the stage in melodic hues of pink and purple that move across your skin in velvet pools. As usual, you're in your own world while you dance, in the flow of movement. You watch yourself in the mirror, admiring your body and the new bikini you're wearing. It suits you perfectly and matches your platform heels. The pole is a tool, and you use it expertly, your every movement graceful and slow as eyes around the room watch.

When you started dancing a year ago, the stage was the worst part for you. Even worse than the grabby, asshole customers or those certain girls who always got territorial. All the eyes on you gave you a rush of nerves and excitement you could barely stand. You preferred talking to everyone, moving around the room socializing, and hanging with the other friendly dancers.

Today, you're starting to hate the stage again, when the man sitting up front whistles at you. You turn to see his greasy, grinning face as he puts the dollar between his teeth. You force yourself to smile and ease down onto your knees, crawling slowly over to him. You lean back, watching his eyes admire as you trail your hand up your stomach, caressing your tits a little before slipping off your bikini top.

You lean down and motorboat him, but he doesn't give up the dollar.

“C’mon girl. Gimme something.”

You smile, already annoyed. You slowly turn and put your ass in his face, swirling it around.

“There we go,” he grumbles.

You roll your eyes. Then he jabs you with the dollar, seemingly trying to shove it up your asshole. You jerk away, grabbing his hand. He's laughing when you turn, and you’re still smiling though you're officially annoyed. Across the room, another dancer catches your eye and you give her the SOS look. She trots off to find a security guard. For better or worse, she goes right to Billy.

He's already watching, his focus sharp as a hawk. He’d only been working there a few months, but the connection between the two of you had been instant. You knew it was stupid to date a coworker, but you were falling for him quick and let’s face it; you didn’t always make the soundest choices. Still, he always made you feel safe. When the girl goes and tells him you gave her a look, it's all the excuse he needs to come over.

It's just in time, too.

The man keeps trying to wedge the dollar up your butt crack, making you scoot away. Billy grabs his wrist. Glaring down at the guy with fire in his gaze.

“You new here?” He asks in a condescending tone, snatching the dollar.“Its like this” he looks at you. “May I?” he asks, and you nod, already at peace just having him there. Billy gently places the crumpled buck under the string of your bikini. “See that?” He says to the man, who's now scowling.

“Yeah, I got it, buddy.”

“Good.”

You lock eyes with Billy for a moment, mouthing ‘thank you’ as you go back to dancing.

After your set, the jerk asks you for a dance. On a better night, you'd say no, but it's slow and you can't afford to turn down money, even from a creep. You take his hand, smiling as you lead him over to the private dance area. Billy sees this, and you can tell even from across the crowded room that he hates it.

Back in the private area you get your money upfront and start to dance, trying to be careful, though there's not much you can do. Try not to smile too much, don't give him the impression you wanna be touched. Then again some guys like touching people who don't want it.

The way he looks at you makes you nervous and you avoid his eyes. It’s not the way a horny guy normally looks, the man looks like he wants to literally cook and eat your flesh. The song ends and you stand up, stepping away from him with a smile.

“All done, honey.” You say, your voice dripping with sweetness.

“Not so fast, sugar tits.” He waves another 20 in looks at you with his brows raised. When you hesitate he only laughs “C’mon. Make your money, dollface.”

You’re reluctant, but you smile again, this time it’s so fake it hurts your cheeks. You take the money and start to dance. He keeps groaning and the sound makes you sick. Then, halfway through the song, he locks his arm around your waist and starts groping your ass.

“That’s it,” he groans into your face.

You struggle, trying to push away, but his arm is locked in place and you start to panic, your heart racing as you scramble to escape his violating hand. His finger trying to press into you.

Then, a fist shoots past your head, rocking the dude in his mouth. The guy yells and lets go, letting you scramble to your feet. Billy's got him by the collar and punches him again, his mouth bleeding now.

“Billy, stop!”

You yell this and miraculously, he does. He drags the guy away by his collar, fuming as he leads him out, the jerk stumbling over himself.

“You okay?” Another girl asks. You wanna say you're fine, but you're shaking all over. She helps you collect your bikini and your money and you settle in the dressing room with your head down.

You've had plenty of bad nights as a dancer. Plenty of times your self-esteem has been shaken and you've worried some guy was becoming obsessed with you. Nothing like this. You'd never been so scared before.

Footsteps come stomping into the room and you don't have to look up to know it's Billy. You see him round the row of lockers and spot you. He's fuming, his face red, his knuckles bruised and spotted with blood.

“You can't do this shit anymore,” he says.

“It's just a bad night.”

“That guy had you!” he yelled, rattling your nerves even more “If I wasn't watching the cameras he would've-”

“Stop yelling at me!”

He falls quiet. You turn around on the bench, trying to catch your breath and calm yourself down.

“I know what you're gonna say.” You kick off your heels. “But could you just…not yell? Could you like, comfort me for a second?”

He lets out a breath and sits beside you, letting you wrap your arms around his strong torso as he tucks you under his arm, wrapping you in a hug. Like this, he can feel how much you're shaking and it only makes him more angry.

“You can't do this anymore. I can't fuckin watch this every night.”

“You could a couple weeks ago.”

“It's different now,” he says, rubbing your arm.

You scoff.

“C’mon, Billy. I told you I wasn't gonna quit when we got together. You said-”

“This type of shit wasn't part of the deal. And it's just gonna keep happening, baby. Maybe not every night, but it will.”

You pull out of the hug, shaking your head, you stand and start getting dressed in your street clothes.

“You know I can't leave. Tuition is due soon, rent just went up-”

“So get a normal job.”

“One that pays like this?” You're pulling on your pants, desperate to get home. Billy stands with you, a little pleading in his eyes. He takes your face in his hands, making you look at his handsome face.

“You told me last night you planned to dance for a year. So. The year came and went and here you are.”

You look down, your eyes stinging with tears.

“Shit changed.”

“So how long?”

You're embarrassed and pull out of his hands.

“I can't just drop it, Billy.”

“So, everything you said was bullshit?”

You shake your head.

“Of course not. I really like you, but I have a life. There's things I have to pay for.”

You're picking up your duffle bag and purse, only to have him take the bag on his own shoulder. He stared down at you. Insistent.

“Fine.” He says “Two more months.”

“Excuse me?”

“Two more months. Pay tuition, pay rent, and both of us find something else. Anything else.”

Before you can argue he takes your face in his hands and kisses you. That's what got you in the end. Made you break your no coworkers rule for him. Those lips, the way he kissed you like he'd been dying to do it for years. When he pulls back you touch his cheek, staring at him hard. He’s frowning a little, so concerned. So certain in his desire to protect you.

Something occurs to you as you look into his eyes.

“Are you trying to say you love me?”

“Yes,” he answers with no hesitation.

You shake your head, grinning.

“Falling in love at a strip club. Rookie mistake.”

“I'm a rookie, then.” He says “So? Deal?”

You sigh again, looking down you play with the zipper on your hoodie.

“If you come over tonight and keep me company…then yes.” You look back up into his eyes “Two months.”

His expression finally eases.

“Say it again.”

“Two months?”

“No,” he says, “the other thing.”

You smile.

“You love me.”

He nods, slowly, his eyes moving over every inch of your face like he's trying to memorize you.

“Yeah,” he says “That.”

You spend so long in the shower your fingers wrinkle, and still you wash. Scrubbing every inch of yourself with so much soap, until the water runs cold and you're forced to get out. But you can still feel that man’s clammy, calloused hands, his finger trying to force its way into you while you fought in vain to escape it.

You get dressed for bed and still you're shaking. Pulling on a t-shirt Billy had left and a pair of panties. The clothes feel dirty. You feel dirty.

Fuck. Why should it matter so much? He didn't actually…fuck, why is it still so scary, even now?

You crawl into bed and fall into a fitful sleep full of the sensation of strange hands against your skin. You find yourself waking time and again to swat away phantom fingers slipping under your shirt, groping you through your panties. You swat at a hand on your shoulder, jolting away from the touch.

“Hey, hey,” Billy says, getting into bed beside you “It's just me.”

Relief rushes over you, letting loose all the tension in you. You scootch yourself into his arms, overwhelmed by fear. He kisses your cheek and then your forehead as you nestle closer, wrapping you up.

“I'm sorry, baby.”

He whispers.

“I can't…” your breath catches “I can't stop feeling it.”

He touches your cheek, wanting to look in your eyes. At first, you can't do it, you don't want him to see you like this. Then, you look. In the moonlight spilling through the window, you see him looking at you with so much tenderness and you feel so safe that it hurts.

“Tell me how to fix it.”

A hopeless sob escapes you. You know what you want, but you can't bring yourself to say it. Instead, you take his hand and place it on your ass, under your panties, pushing his middle finger onto the entrance itself.

“Here?”

He asks, rubbing the spot. You're amazed at what a difference wanting it makes. You nod, and he swirls his finger around, making a gentle moan roll up your throat.

“This is where he touched you, baby?”

His voice is tight, and you nod. It feels so good, you press your lips to his, letting him pull you in tighter. He spits on his finger and returns it to the spot, kissing your neck. You're moaning softly, your nerves finally softening.

“Inside,” you say.

He pushes in, and a warm rush moves through you, forcing your eyes closed. His finger moves in and out, the rest of his strong hand cupping your cheeks while his middle pumps into your asshole.

“God,” you sigh.

“S’this okay?”

He breathes and you nod, looking at him with drunken eyes. He kisses you, and finally, mercifully, your mind goes blank. All you can feel is him.

Thanks for reading ~

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WIP Wednesday

i went down a rabbit hole watching pole classes and decided to skip that section for today because it's going to be longer than anticipated. Instead, I started working on what happens after the pole dancing class.

“S-so you were a stripper,” Buck took a breath and tried to take his eyes off of Eddie, but he couldn’t seem to make himself do it. He hadn’t had time to talk to Eddie about it between rushed showers and changing for dinner, but now they were back at the hotel for the night, the rest of the party already in their own rooms. “Yeah, for about a year,” Eddie said, looking up from where he was kicking his shoes off. “Did you want another show?” “I-I -” “All you have to do is ask, Buck,” Eddie said, walking over to where Buck was sitting on the desk chair. “I didn’t usually do private dances, but I never had anyone as pretty as you to dance for either.” Buck swallowed, his mouth dry. This was a side of Eddie Buck had never seen before - somehow both goofy and sexy with all of his charm turned up to 1000. It was almost too much, especially after seeing Eddie on the pole earlier that day. But Buck had also seen the joyful way Eddie had laughed while he did a sit spin on the pole, the way Eddie had looked at Buck all soft and fond after Buck fell on his ass. Maybe this was the natural tipping point for him and Eddie. Maybe all the times he’d stolen glances at Eddie, only to catch Eddie already looking had been a sign. Maybe the way Eddie bullied Buck into staying the night, to staying in his bed with him weekend after weekend, had been a sign too. In fact, maybe Buck was bad at reading signs. “Or maybe I’ve been reading this wrong,” Eddie said quickly, taking a step back. Buck reached out and grabbed him by the waist, his hands fit perfectly and maybe that was a sign too. “You’re really not,” Buck said just as quickly. “Well in that case, no touching the dancers,” Eddie chided with a teasing smile, putting his hands on Buck’s wrists, moving them from his waist to Buck’s own thighs.

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weirdgenetic-fuckup · 20 days

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No Nut November - Axl

A/n: The writing is going to get better in the other's I promise I just wrote this when I didn't have Wi-Fi and therefore autocorrect wasn't correcting automatically.

Warnings: Smut, no nut November, angst (it goes into self worth and stuff so if that's not something you're comfortable with then don't push yourself to read this :3), I think that's it but if I missed anything please let me know :3

Intro

There was no doubt in Axl’s mind as he left the studio that night that he was going to win this bet and get the 100 bucks. It was just a month of not nutting and he was one of the only ones who didn’t have a partner to go home to, Izzy being the only exception. He was damn sure he was gonna be the winner.

Of course, Axl being Axl he was also a cocky mother fucker and went to strip clubs almost every night, watching as the crowd grew and grew as the days passed. When Duff came in after the first week and said he was out Axl saw just how easy this would be. He was shocked Steven wasn’t the first one out, but it didn’t matter when he’d be the winner whether he was or not, right?

Half way through week two and he was at this new club that had just opened up. It was on a tamer street, a few divebars around but nothing much more than a few stores that closed earlier that day. The club wasn’t advertised as a strip club, nor was it said to be anything sexual, still everyone seemed to get the memo that there was more to it than just sad drunks and a greedy bartender. That was all obviously still there, but so were nearly naked pole dancers!

He walked and saw the dimly lit room filled with people all coming to check out the new joint. There were fancy bars on either side of the room, tables spread speradically about with stages around, some bigger than others to fit multiple at once. No one working there was wearing more than the bare minimum, most were even wearing less.

To the young singers eyes this was heaven. He had a pocket full of cash and a view of wonderful things, all while Led Zepplin’s Dazed and Confused played over the speakers.

Axl walked around, trying to either get a seat or find someone to talk to. He happened to find both when he caught Nikki Sixx’s eye. The poor bassist was drinking the night away while some dick talked his ear off about something or other so when he saw Axl he called him over and, rather rudely, shoved the other guy off his chair.

The man must have been out of his mind wasted because he just kept complaining as he walked off, not seeming the slightest bit mad at Nikki. I mean, all around were hot people, how could he be that upset?

“What’re you doing here?” Nikki asked, happy to have someone else to talk to.

“Wanted to check out the new place, what’d you think I was doing?” He answered confidently as Nikki bought him a drink, a thanks for saving his ears.

“Yeah, but,” he started, glancing around the club, “I thought you guys had some kind of bet going on?” Axl took his drink and thanked the bartender.

“You heard about that?” He took a sip.

“Whole scene’s heard about it at this point.” The raven haired man said as he took a sip of his own drink, a jack and coke. Axl shrugged and set his drink down. “You lose or something?” His attention shot to Nikki at that.

“What? No way, so far only one out is Duff.” Nikki laughed at the gingers immediate defence.

They kept talking into the night until the bassist eventually got bored and went to find someone to take home for the night, leaving Axl to his own mind.

He watched the club, taking occasional sips from his drink. Amidst all the partying he saw many things, a girl yelling at a man, a break-up or divorce as Axl assumed, Nikki heading out with three girls on his arms, one already sucking his neck.

By far his favourite sight that night was this one waitress, she was gorgeous and wearing the skimpiest little bikini, or was it lingerie? Axl couldn’t get a good enough look at it, not from this distance.

He watched as you walked from table to table handing out drinks, chips and chicken, the holy trinity of a strip club. Every time you finished handing things to a table you turned around and waited for them to slip you your tip into the strap of your bottoms. One guy slipped in a ten and smacked your ass so you turned back and demanded a twenty, to which he happily obliged.

Axl loved the spirit you had, he hated seeing some other guy touching you when he so desperately wanted that instead. Seeing that you didn’t take too kindly to it made it all the better for him.

When he saw you coming closer to him, or rather the bar behind him, he took his chance and slid up beside you while you waited for your next tray of beverages and snacks.

“What’s a sweet thing like you doing working here?” He asked with that shit eating grin of his plastered on his face. You turned to him with the most disgusted face you could muster.

“Working.” You looked him up and down, seeing the expensive clothes he’d adorned himself in. “I see you don’t know the meaning.” You muttered. Axl looked taken aback by that comment.

“Don’t know the meaning?” He repeated in an offended tone. “I’m the lead singer of Guns N’ Roses, I could buy you and this club.” He declared. You side-eyed him, still unamused by his presence. He liked that look you gave him, it was a challenge, and he loved challenges. “When do you get off?”

“After your bedtime, sweetheart.” You bit, shooting the bartender a glare as if asking ‘what’s taking so long?!’.

“Oh, come on...” Axl groaned, scanning around the room. “How much for a dance?” He asked, looking back at you. The bartender came over and started making the drinks.

“I’m not doing dances tonight.” You stated.

“No?” Axl thought for a moment, seeing the drinks were almost done and he was running out of time. “How about your number then?” You snorted.

“I only give my number to paying customers.”

“I am a paying customer.” He gave his drink a swirl and took a sip.

“Different customers.” You picked up the tray and started walking away, Axl followed.

“But you aren’t doing dances tonight.” You didn’t reply. “Does that mean I have to come back?” He refused to let up on this.

You managed to slip in with the crowd and he lost you. He could find you and went back to his seat, keeping an eye out in case he could catch you again.

Hours passed, he was about to go home when he just barely got you about to leave to a room in the back. You were talking to one of the security guys there and he rushed over to you.

He reached for your arm when he got to you to get your attention. Of course you turned around at the contact, rolling your eyes when you saw it was him. He pulled out two 100 dollar bills and held them out to you. This caught your attention.

Your jaw dropped and you stared at the cash with wide eyes. “This, for one night with you.” He said with a smile. You looked between him and the money in his hand, chewing your cheek as you thought it through in your head.

“Rockstar, huh?” You mumbled, Axl nodded. “Make it four.” You stated, folding your arms over your chest and holding your chin up high as if you’d won. Then he pulled out two more hundred dollar bills.

“Choice is yours, sweetheart.” You were still hesitant but the money was good, and how bad could it really be?

Axl, on the other hand, was more than happy to be walking out of there with you under his arm. Best four hundred dollars spent in his life.

You got your jacket and bag and left with him.

“My place or yours?” He asked as you both walked down the street.

“Hotel.” You replied as you glanced down the street either way before leading him across.

“My place is nicer than a hotel.” Now that you were out of the crowded club you could really hear his voice, it was deep and already had your mind running. This was just one night, but you’d rather enjoy yourself at least a little, it was better than some of the other guys that had been hitting on you since the place opened.

“I’m not staying at your place, I’ve read too much psych horror.” You told him. There was a hotel not far from the club, since it was so close the two had a deal and all you had to do was show the receptionist a card to get a free love suite.

“I’m not into all that stuff.” Axl said, looking at you, his voice suddenly much more serious now. There was something about that look in his eyes that made you feel safe, but you just couldn’t quite place it.

You nodded and kept walking through the hotel to your room.

You went straight to the bed clothed in black sheets, red velvet comforter and fluffy pillows with a red canopy overhead and heart shaped rug underneath. There was a small kitchen in one corner and a smaller room that was the bathroom not far from it.

The only lights in the room were colourful LED’s and there was a grand window at the other end of the room leading to a balcony. And the best part? Speakers. What more could you want when hooking up with some guy who claimed to be in a band. Of course you’d heard of Guns N’ Roses, but you’ve never seen a picture of them, for all you knew this was just a dick. Still, four hundred dollars is four hundred dollars.

Beside the bed was a small table with a drawer. Inside was a bottle of lube, fluffy handcuffs, a silk blindfold, and a box of condoms. You ignored the kinky shit and grabbed the condom and lube, tossing them on the bed as you took off your jacket.

“We don’t need a condom.” Axl stated.

“Fuck you, you’re putting on a condom.” You barked.

“I-I don’t plan on cumming.” Axl said with a chuckled. Your brows were knitted together as you stared at him. He bit his lip and tossed the box back to you. You were quick to grab it and throw it at him without breaking eye contact, the box hit him in the head.

Not wanting to fight on this Axl just opened the box and took one out before starting to take his clothes off.

He got the condom on and turned back to find you starfished on the bed, looking more ready for sleep than sex. He smiled softly at you and got on the bed beside you. He brushed some hair out of your face, you opened your eyes and looked up at him.

“Tired already?” He asked. You nodded and rolled over, onto your stomach.

“Yeah, can we get this over with fast so I can go to bed?” You mumbled, drawing a chuckle out of Axl.

“Don’t you wanna look at me when we’re doing it?” He asked as he ran his hand along your back and undid your top.

“Not particularly.” Axl hated to admit it, but that kind of hurt. He was determined to get through this night so he could get your number, but also because he wanted to spend this night with you.

He got behind you and poured some lube onto his fingers before spreading it through your folds. You gasped softly at the cold feeling, it turned into a moan when Axl slipped a finger into you.

Slowly, he started pumping in and out of you, stretching you out as he went. You shifted around a bit but always kept your back to him.

Soon he leaned over to whisper in your ear. “If you feel uncomfortable you can tell me to stop.” He assured and planted a soft kiss to your shoulder.

He lined himself up with you and pushed into your cunt. His head fell back at the feeling of your gummy walls tightening around him, he couldn’t believe this.

He waited a moment for you to adjust to him before he started moving. You held yourself up on your hands but you were mostly sitting in his lap, his hands on your hips as he thrust up into you.

Noises left you, soft moans and sighs. Axl’s arms snaked around your waist until he had his right hand on your left hip and his left hand on your left shoulder, he had you pressed up against his chest. His mouth was right by your ear, you could hear every little sound that left him. His deep grunts and groans falling into your head.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty.” He whispered. “I knew it as soon as I saw you walking around that place... You don’t belong there.” His words had you blushing. Not that he could see... Not that you’d tell him, either...

“I belong here, right? In your arms? On your cock?” You asked, not convinced of this warm persona he had on. He was still a rockstar, you told yourself.

“No.” Again with that serious tone. He brought the hand that was on your shoulder to your chin, turning your head to look at him. “You’re better than that place, and you know it.” His hips stopped for a moment, he wanted those words to really stick with you. “I’m not asking you to love me, I’m just asking you to let me take care of you so you can get out of here.”

You stared into his eyes, they glimmered in the moonlight spilling in through the window. You got off of his lap and turned to face him and sank back down on him. His lips parted in a silent ‘oh’ at the feeling of being inside of you once more.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, holding yourself close to him. Axl’s arms wrapped around your waist, his hands planted firmly on your back. “You’re really beautiful, you know that?” He said, blue eyes sparkling up at you, the smirk he had not long ago traded in for a smile, the corners of his lips curved downward as if this was a new feeling for him.

“You need to stop saying stuff like that.” You muttered with a soft chuckled. You didn’t want him to stop, not in a million year did you want him to stop.

“Why should I when it makes you so flustered?” He rolled his hips, drawing a soft moan from you. “You’re so cute when you’re shy,” you shut your eyes and bit your lip to muffle any sounds that tried to leave you, “when you’re blushing,” again he rolled his hips, “when you try to hide how good I make you feel.” He kissed your lips. You hesitated a moment before reciprocating.

It wasn’t the heated moment full of passion Axl had planned for. No, this was better than that.

He didn’t move any faster than what he was doing, he didn’t go harder either. He was enjoying the warmth that came from you, how you melted into him even after the kiss broke and you were leaning your forehead on his so every soft sound you made fell onto his lips.

“Hah~ fuck, I-I’m gonna cum.” Your voice was airy as you spoke. Axl smiled and brought a hand to your clit, rubbing circles against it with his thumb.

“Fuck- Such a good girl, go on and cum for me, let yourself feel good.” Axl praised. He couldn’t ignore the knot building in his own gut as he continued to rut up into you, all he had to do was ignore it. He couldn’t lose before Steven, he just wouldn’t let himself.

You started bouncing on his cock, doing just as he said and letting yourself feel good. You came on him, shoving your face into the crook of his neck as you did. Your cunt fluttered around Axl and he couldn’t stop himself from cumming into the condom.

You held each other for a long while. You were letting yourself come down from your high while Axl was mentally beating himself up for letting this happen.

After cleaning up a bit you fell asleep together, your head resting on Axl’s chest while he had his arms around you.

The next morning Axl woke up alone. He looked around the hotel suite, hoping to God you were still there, somewhere. All that was left was a note with your name and number on it.

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guzhufuren · 9 months

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Favourite VegasPete Fics pt.3 (in alphabetical order) full rec list

1. baby got bounce by @lu-sn https://archiveofourown.org/series/3540850

As a present for Vegas, Pete learns how to twerk. & Pete's adventures as an amateur pole dancer.

2. clouded with dirt by @sapphicblight https://archiveofourown.org/works/46274284

Prompt: "No, I'm not dating your brother." As they wait for Vegas to wake from his coma, Macau tries to figure out what Pete means to Vegas. Pete would like to know, as well.

3. discothéque rouge by @lu-sn https://archiveofourown.org/works/44019583

Vegas is here at this night club on a job, and he really, really doesn't want to be. Then everything goes sideways — in a good way.

4. Five-Star Southpaw https://archiveofourown.org/works/46009846

When Vegas is handed the keys to a failing major family hotel and told to bring it back to life, he knows it’s not a gift, or a test, or even an opportunity to prove himself. It’s a taunt. It’s a way to set him up for failure so everyone can rub his nose in the shitshow he’s left with, defeated and inferior to his cousins like always. It’s the death sentence of his pride in a gilded cage. But misery loves company and all that, and he finds a surprisingly fitting cellmate in an unassuming looking employee named Pete. Now if only he could get Pete to stop playing hard to get, this cage could become a lot more comfortable.

5. he wanted it comfortable i wanted that pain by @hawkshadowwrites https://archiveofourown.org/works/45435295

Vegas pulls the cloth off his head and Pete’s suspicions are confirmed when the look on Vegas’s face is pure alarm and confusion, not pride and satisfaction. “What—” Vegas says as the same time Pete all but moans. “Fuck me,” Pete whines, high and desperately needy. His hips buck up against Vegas’s thigh and he whines again. “Khun Vegas.” — Or; an ep 4 auction au where Pete drinks the drugged water meant for Porsche and gets grabbed by Vegas instead.

6. it’s so sweet (knowing you love me) https://archiveofourown.org/works/46458253

“You’re smaller than me,” Pete suddenly announces- simpering like a fox in the henhouse right in Vegas’ face. aka the 5 times Pete makes Vegas feel tiny + the 1 time he feels tinier

7. Mansions and Mafiosi by @blackwatervial https://archiveofourown.org/works/46604890

Vegas overhears that someone called Pete is looking for a Dungeon Master. Vegas is convinced that he’s the man for the job – he both has a dungeon and is a master. But when he turns up at Pete’s place expecting hot stuff (sex), he instead gets hot stuff (8d6 fire damage). OR The Vegaspete DnD AU no one knew they needed

8. no rest for the wicked by @itsbinghebitch https://archiveofourown.org/works/45520291

Pete has long left Thailand. He is now living the American dream, working long hours to make his rich clients richer and himself more miserable than ever. But when his best friend Porsche invites him to his destination wedding to the mysterious Kinn, Pete finds himself suddenly thrown into the world of the Theerapanyakul family, the silent machinations underpinning their wealth, and Kinn’s cousin Vegas—who, for reasons unknown, has made it his mission to tear down every assumption Pete holds about his life. — resort romance AU where Kinn & co are still mafia (except Pete doesn't know)

9. sub(stitute) by @blackwatervial https://archiveofourown.org/works/46102267

Pete needs a fake-boyfriend for a casino party. Vegas needs to secure a deal with a casino owner. Everyone knows where this is going.

#kinnporsche #vegaspete #vegaspete fic recs #kinnporsche fic recs #fics #fic recs #recs #kpedit #mine #mygifs #userboots #taggingmarion #userspicy #kinnporschesource #dailyvegaspete #thank you to all the beautiful writers <33 you darlings mean everything to me

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itzsana-kiddingmenow · 5 months

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Behind the Scenes:

𝒍𝒆𝒆: Minho

𝒍𝒆𝒓: Seungmin and Felix (Chan is slightly involved ig)

𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘦𝘢 𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨! 💗🧋

𝕥𝕨: *bondage*, video taking, i got flustered reading this 🫠 AND IM WRITING THIS

𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @jeonginsdiary @leeknowstan33 @v--143 @wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday @inkytornpages @lajanaa

“HYUNG!” Seungmin screeched when Lee Know stuck his finger in his armpit again.

“Hm?” The older asked innocently, boba eyes blinking slowly and a mischievous smile playing on his lips.

“You know what you’re doing.” Seungmin whined, shoving at Minho’s hand.

“Aweee. Seungminnie is too ticklish~” Minho cooed, watching as the younger visibly short-circuited, eye twitching as he blushed up to his ears.

“Ugh. Don’t do it again.” Seungmin threatened, stifling a giggle when the older mocked him.

Lino decided to find a new victim, choosing the person who looks the most unlikely to try and wreck him back.

He was in his tickle monster mood, and he was thriving.

“Yongbok-ahhh~” Minho teased at the boy’s side with his finger.

Sadly for the dancer, however, Felix had been watching the whole scene with Seungmin while posing for the concept pictures, since that’s what the group was doing.

And Felix was already frustrated with how things were going, as the pictures weren’t coming out the way he hoped, and he had to do multiple retakes.

He called for a break, snatching the handcuffs off of his belt.

It was a look for the comeback, but it would certainly work in his favor to have his hyung vulnerable for some stress relief.

Lixie stuck his tongue in his cheek, slowly approaching the nervous older, who giggled and shrunk under the younger’s intense gaze.

“Please! I’m sorry we can talk about this! AHH!” Minho shrieked when Seungmin grabbed his wrists from behind, successfully immobilizing the oldest.

Felix snapped the cuffs snug around the cat’s wrists, making sure to attach them round the pole above the begging older.

The second he was open and vulnerable, Seungminnie ducked down and squeezed at Minho’s sides, already coaxing loud giggles out of the older.

“plehehehease! noho tihihickling!” Minho giggled, shrieking with laughter when Lixie joined in silently, wiggling fingers into exposed armpits and watching him squirm and try to yank his arms down.

“Awe. Poor hyung. Should’ve thought of that before you decided to be a brat.” Felix chuckled darkly as Minho blushed a bright red.

“nohoho PLEASE AHAHAHA!” Fingers in the bunny’s sides turned into fast digging in the crevices of his ribs, leaving the oldest in hysterics.

“FELIX! FEHEHEHELIXAHH STOHOHOHOP!” Minho tried to sound stern, but the wide smile on his face and hysterical laughter didn’t help one bit.

“Hey! I’m here too!” Seungmin immediately ducked his arms down to tickle at Lino’s hypersensitive thighs, leaving the older thrashing and screaming.

Lee Know’s knees were shaking and on the verge of buckling due to the intense sensations, and he was practically bucking in every direction possible to escape the two pairs of hands tickling him to pieces.

But he couldn’t. He couldn’t escape. He had to stand there and endure it all, at least until the two lers decided to granted him some mercy.

“MIHINNIE! LIHIXIE! MEHEHEHERCY! PLEASE I CAHANT TAHAKE IHIT!” He screamed and thrashed as the fingers lifted off his body for a split second just to descend onto other, more sensitive spots.

Tears of mirth welled up in Lino’s eyes. He tried to contain it, he really did.

However, once they started to flow down his cheeks, they didn’t stop.

“HAHAHAH! IHIHITS TOOHOO MUHUHUCH! IHIM SAHAHARRY I WOHOHONT DOHO IHIT AGAIN!” Minho let out a frustrated scream when the fingers never let up, only managing to keep him consistently in incoherent laughter.

They finally granted him a minute’s break, watching as the oldest slumped against the poll.

Seungmin continued to poke at his side after the minute though. He made sure to have Felix squeezing harshly at the other side as well, and the contrasting tickles threw Minho into another round of laughter.

“What are you doing to him?” Chan’s voice drifted from behind the three boys, breaking off into giggles when he sees his eldest kid in such hysterics.

“Ahhh. I see. What did he do this time?” Chan crossed his arms and grinned when Minho tried to beg for help, but was cut off when Lixie dug into his armpits again.

“Go ahead. Tell him.” Seungmin’s eyes narrowed as Minho threw his head back, and Minnie made sure to protect the older’s head against the pole.

“IHIHI WAHAS BEHEING A BRAHAHAT! IM SOHOHORRY PLEHEASE HELP ME!” Minho managed to make out through his choked laughter; he was starting to reach his limit.

“Hmm. I actually have a better idea.” Channie started, following by pulling out his phone.

“What are you…ohh. Okay, I see you!” Felix grinned as Chan snapped pictures of the poor boy, who screamed with laughter when Seungmin attacked his hips.

“Ouuu Minho hyung! Smile for the camera, baby~” Felix teased.

“IHIM AHAHALREADY LAHAHAUGHING!” Minho squealed.

“Oh these are for the museum! Why are you so cute?!” Chan exclaimed, continuing to change angles just to fluster the poor boy.

“Oooh! Take a video! STAYs will love it. So would you, hyung. No no, don’t try to deny it.~” Felix cooed when the bunny’s blush only deepened.

Chan clicked start, and that’s when the two lers really went all out.

“Hello STAYs! Look who decided to be a brat today~” Chan smiled at poor Minho from over the camera

“NOOHOHO! SOHOHOMEONE HEHEHEHELP! STOOOOP! I CAHAHAHAN’T TAHAHAKE IHIT!- ” Lino’s hysterical laughter turned into desperation, sobs of laughter racking his whole body as the two boys switched between spots, so fast that he started to see stars in his vision.

“Oookay! I think that’s seriously enough guys, he might actually die.” Chan wiped the tears off of Lino’s exhausted face.

“please…noho mohore…” He breathed out, body still jerking from the agitation.

“Oh my god, did we go to far? Hyung i’m so sorry we got carried away and-” Felix worriedly started to ramble.

“It’s okay…I-I didn’t mind.” Minho shyed away from the three boys’ cooing, face turning an adorable shade of pink.

“Posted!” Chan suddenly chirped, staring down at his phone.

“CHRISTOPHER! hey-GET THESE OFF OF ME, YOU BRATS!” Minho yanked at the handcuffs, screeching when the three ran out of the room in boisterous laughter.

[10 Minutes Later]

“Hyung? HAHA what happened?!” Changbin giggled when Minho shot him a grumpy look, shaking at the handcuffs yet again.

“Can you just get these off-”

‘Ding!’ Came the notification from Binnie’s phone.

The rapper pulled out his phone, staring at it for a few seconds before bursting into giggles.

“Dang. They really wrecked you, huh?” Changbin sent a cheeky smirk at the older.

“Huh?” Minho frowned.

Binnie showed him the video that was posted on Chan’s official Instagram, and Lino groaned as the view count skyrocketed.

“Hoorah. Now can you get these off? Please!” Minho whined.

“Fine fine, just stay still.”

i hope you enjoyed! please check my intro post before interacting! love ya! 💕💗💖

also this is the fic with the two lers everyone wanted 🥺

idk about this one it seems too…rough ig

#midzywannabeitzy #kpop tickle #stray kids #skz tickle #skz #lee! minho #ler chan #ler felix #ler seungmin #poor minho

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broodybuck · 3 months

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Slow Dancing in a Burning Room | Series Part 1

Series Summary: At a strip club, Steve figures out one of the dancers is homeless. He offers him the guest room in his home along with anything else he wants. He offers to take care of Bucky. Even though Bucky can't understand why.

Series Tags: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes | Rated E | Tags: 18+ explicit smut, sugar daddy Steve Rogers, stripper Bucky Barnes, age difference, no powers AU, daddy kink, dom Steve Rogers, sub Bucky Barnes

[Masterpost] // [ao3 link]

Steve isn't a strip club kind of guy, usually. But his friend Tony drags Steve with him tonight.

Steve can admit, he is enjoying himself. Tony chose a men's strip club knowing Steve's taste. Tony's into everything anyway so it didn't slow him down. He has a line of strippers waiting to dance for him since he pulled out a literal bucket of money.

Steve isn't that flashy with his money. He's honestly only tipping the strippers because he assumes they need it. And also, the men are stunning, ripped. Yeah, they're nice to look at.

But it makes Steve's chest hurt looking at these men selling their bodies for money, parading around in their underwear as a necessity. No one should have to do that. But all Steve can do is tip them as much as he can.

Most of them have spotted Tony's bucket of money and are making their way over to him. So Steve's left to watch the stage and tip the dancers as they come and go.

That's when he sees him. By far, the youngest and smallest model the club has. God, he looks fresh out of high school. His skin is smooth and pale. He's fit, Steve can tell, but he only has half the muscles of his coworkers. He needs a little more meat on his bones to work up to them.

Beyond the model's body, his eyes catch Steve's attention. They're a piercing blue that digs into Steve's soul. The boy's hair is long and wavy, brushing across those blue eyes every time he moves his body around the pole.

Steve's mouth waters. He beckons the stripper over for a dance, takes out a hundred-dollar bill. The younger brunet's eyes widen. He straddles Steve's lap seductively and leans in close to his ear.

"You could pay for a private room with that," the boy breathes, digs his hips in circles and rocks a bit. "Or you could save the big bucks and take me home tonight... for free."

The offer is tempting, of course it is, but Steve doesn't want to just bed the boy for a night. He wants him off this stage and into his bed permanently. He doesn't want just sex.

"Just a dance is fine, thank you," Steve says, tucking the money into the waistband of the dancer's booty shorts.

The model shoots him a look, then rushes to the end of the dance. The boy proceeds to avoid Steve the rest of the night, he must be mad Steve declined his offer.

It doesn't surprise Steve in the slightest when he leaves the club later on and finds the same beautiful boy linking arms with an older man, walking toward the parking lot.

Steve returns to the club the next few nights. He watches the young man dance on stage every evening. Then at the end of the night, he watches the brunet go home with a different customer each time.

It's the end of the week and the boy walks out for the first time with no one on his arm, alone. It's the first time he notices Steve lingering by the door.

"It's you," the boy says cautiously, narrowing his eyes at Steve.

"I'm Steve," Steve puts out his hand but the boy only lets out a long breath.

"Bucky," he grits, looking around, refusing to shake Steve's hand.

"You need a ride somewhere?"

"Only if you're inviting me to your place."

"I have the room."

Steve notices the blush spreading into the boy's plump cheeks. Their eyes meet.

"If you're serious... um, yeah."

Steve nods, not looking surprised in the slightest.

"This way," he says clicking his car fob. His car beeps, the headlights flashing.

Steve drives the boy to his home. The younger man doesn't look stunned by the size of Steve's place. Or the decor once they get inside. He seems unfazed, distant even.

Steve fears this is what Bucky's done with every man. He does it because he has to. Because he has nowhere else to go, to sleep. He's homeless, Steve confirms for himself. It's exactly what he feared.

"So, the guest room is up the stairs," Steve says and takes the first couple of steps.

"The guest room?"

When Steve turns around he sees Bucky hasn't moved from his place in the foyer.

"Yes, there's an attached bathroom you're free to use as well."

"What?" Bucky says, shaking his head in confusion.

"I thought you needed a place to crash."

Bucky looks embarrassed, his face is turning that pretty pink color again. And it's beautiful, Steve gets distracted momentarily.

"You were at the strip club," Bucky counters. Steve only nods. "And you..."

He's at a loss for words.

"I offered you a room to stay. It's no trouble, really. It's just up these stairs," Steve motions to him.

Slowly, Bucky begins to step forward and follows Steve up the staircase. When they reach the guest room, Steve opens the door.

"I can offer you some spare clothes although they might be a bit big on you," Steve says, casting a glance up and down the smaller boy.

Bucky notices and arches an eyebrow but he decides to accept the offer.

"If you don't mind, just a t-shirt and sweats would be great."

"Of course, I'll leave them outside the door. There are clean towels in the bathroom. Kitchen is also available. Let me know if you need anything."

"Um, okay…" Bucky says, his hands fidgeting. "Thanks."

"Goodnight," Steve says.

He shuts the door and leaves Bucky inside. He places the pile of spare clothes outside the door and heads back to the master bedroom for the night.

The next morning, Steve has a few hours to himself before Bucky rises. He gets a workout, run, and shower in before he's in the kitchen cooking breakfast.

Bucky comes down in the clothes Steve left for him. They are loose on him, they hang from his small frame and god, it makes Steve want to slip them right off, pick the boy up in his arms, and taste every inch of him.

Steve blinks the thought away.

"Morning," he says. "There's coffee. Breakfast'll be ready in a minute."

"Uh, I can head out if you'd rather," Bucky says.

"If you need to be somewhere otherwise I'd be happy to have your company a little longer."

Bucky stands there silently and in that time, Steve finishes the eggs and turns off the stove. He fills two plates with food and brings them to the table.

Bucky stares at the food as Steve carries his coffee mug over and sits. He motions to Bucky to sit across from him where the second plate is waiting.

Bucky moves slowly like he did last night. Like he's unsure of his every move, but eventually he sits and starts carefully eating. Steve smiles.

"I don't get what you're doing," Bucky mumbles through a bite.

"I'm offering you a place to stay," Steve says.

"For how long?"

"As long as you'd like."

"I can't pay rent."

"I'm not asking."

"What?" Bucky stops eating, his gaze snaps to Steve's in shock.

"You don't have to pay a dime. And you're welcome to stay."

Bucky's brows knit together, his eyes narrow.

"Sex then?"

"No."

"I don't get it."

"I've seen you go home with a different man every night this week," Steve begins to explain, but Bucky cuts him off.

"Why do you care who I fuck?"

"I don't care. I only care if you're using your body to find a place to sleep at night."

Bucky gulps and tries to hide it.

"Were you stalking me?"

"No," Steve laughs this time. "It's simple, really. I live in a big house alone, I have a lot of money I can't spend all on myself. I'd like some company."

"For sex," Bucky repeats again.

"No. I can't make that more clear. You're completely free to go and do as you please. The only catch is, if you live here you have to quit stripping. And if you do, I'll finance all your expenses. Food, clothes, outings."

"So what do I do while I live here?"

"Whatever you want."

"But I'd have to go on outings with you?"

"I'd like you to but nothing's required."

"So I can live here and sit in my room all day and eat all your food and spend all your money and you wouldn't care?"

"That would be fine."

Bucky stares at him for a long moment then blinks in disbelief.

"What?"

Steve continues eating as if to let him process the idea.

"What if I fuck someone else?" Bucky tries.

Steve simply shrugs.

"You wouldn't care?" Bucky balks.

"Why should I?"

"Cause I'd be living in your house, you'd be paying for everything. Why would you do that?"

"I like to take care of people. What I want is to take care of you, Bucky. I don't need anything more in return."

Bucky pulls at his hair, running his hands frustratingly down his face.

"You're so fucking confusing. I thought you were into me. Why would you pick me up at a fucking strip club?"

"Because you needed help. You had no life there."

"This can't be for nothing. No one is that nice."

Steve sighs. "Okay, look. Am I attracted to you? Yes. But that doesn't matter. I'm never going to force you to repay me, especially with your body. I genuinely like taking care of people. I've heard some call it a sugar daddy. That sounds a little weird to me. So I just call it helping you financially so you're not obligated to sell your body in that way."

Bucky stares at him.

"So what, we just co-exist under the same roof fucking other people while you pay for everything?"

"If that's what you want, sure. If one day, you want something else just tell me."

Bucky narrows his eyes, trying to figure out Steve's angle. The angle he doesn't have.

"And what if I want to fuck you?"

"If you truly want that. Not to repay me but because you want me in that way... then we can talk about it."

"Talk about it?" Bucky scoffs. "Jesus, what are you some fifty-year-old prude."

"I'm not a prude and I'm not fifty. I'm forty-three."

"Whatever," Bucky rolls his eyes.

"I will ask one thing. I would appreciate it if you would curb that kind of language. All those foul words don't sound very nice coming out of such a pretty mouth."

Bucky blinks wide. "You're flirting with me. Ha!"

Steve shrugs. "I'm allowed to flirt in my own home. And all I'm asking is you clean up your language if you're going to live here too."

"And if I don't?" Bucky crosses his arms.

"I can't force you. It's about respect. If I decide I don't like this arrangement, I'll discuss with you the terms of ending it."

Bucky stares at Steve for an elongated beat. Like he's trying to figure this out. Like he swears he's being tricked.

"Fine, whatever," Bucky agrees. "No cursing."

"Good. Now let's finish breakfast."

#stucky #stucky fic #stucky fanfiction #stucky series #series part 1

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hippolotamus · 3 months

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Spotify shuffle

Thanks for the tag @your-catfish-friend 💖

rules: shuffle your on repeat playlist and list 10 songs that show up

Going away to college - blink 182

Set it all free - “Sing” soundtrack

One more time - Blink 182

Left and Right - Charlie Puth, Jung Kook

Wet dream - wet leg

Dandelions - Ruth B

Houdini - Dua Lipa

Confident - Demi Lovato

Mirrorball - Taylor Swift

Wicked Game - Daisy Gray

no pressure tagging @apothecarose @jesuisici33 @vanillahigh00 @eddiebabygirldiaz @disasterbuckdiaz @diazsdimples @daffi-990 @tizniz @watchyourbuck @thewolvesof1998 @stereopticons @statueinthestone @wikiangela @monsterrae1 and anyone else who wants to 💖

#numbers 7-10 brought to you by pole dancer Buck #tag games #spotify shuffle

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im-clapped-af · 10 months

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Black widow chapter 2

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48165961/chapters/121511806#workskin - if you would like to read my oneshots on AO3 here is the link!

Summary - You begin a shift at your club when you're approached by a man who seeks your services. You didn't expect him to ask you for something much different.

CW - biting, fingering, riding lap, idk what else to say really

“You never told me your name.”

“Spider-Man 2099.”

You let out a laugh.

“That’s a mouthful.” You imagined what a mouthful of him would feel like.

Beams of light-coloured red shone on the stage as the dimly lit club embraced the late hours. A hushed tranquillity settled upon the scene. The familiar voices of Madonna, Fiona Apple, and Britney Spears played in the background creating a subtle melody that intertwined with the murmurs of conversation from the few regulars and singular bachelor party that had entered the club. The stage, typically vibrant with captivating performances, awaited its turn in silence.

Your fellow dancers dressed elegantly in lingerie, moved gracefully among the few guests, striking conversation with them in hopes of earning a few bucks or at least, a free drink. Their movements, once animated and provocative, now possess a delicate finesse, like a spider before striking its kill. They navigate the space with a gentle allure, captivating the few patrons who observe, their ogling eyes and feral want of sex oozing out of them.

The subdued lighting casts a gentle shadow, accentuating the beauty and allure of the venue. The club exudes an air of intimacy as if the night has woven a subtle bond between the performers and the audience.

Midnight Bliss, a renowned strip club situated a mere twenty-minute drive downtown from your humble abode, became your workplace six years ago, providing just enough earnings to sustain the exorbitant rent of your shabby apartment. Although it wasn’t the destination you had envisioned yourself, it served its purpose for the time being. Your exceptional skills on the pole and undeniable allure ensured a steady flow of income, allowing you to make ends meet.

“Now I want everyone to give a warm welcome to Velvet Vixen!”

You eyed your manager who gave you a wink from the sound booth near the far corner of the club and prepared yourself for the person you became when on stage. You heard Criminal by Fiona Apple started playing, her sultry voice providing a little comfort for when the men would start to tear your clothes off with their imagination only. Soon, you would appease their imagination and they would be greeted with the image they desperately wanted.

You sauntered across the stage, teasing the few men who sat nearby who guarded their money as if it was something that needed to be won. You knew what to do to gain it though. You slid up to the pole and graze a hand down it. You noticed a man tossing a one-dollar note on the stage and his stare on you grew more intense. You rubbed the pole a few more times and winked at the man, his face flushed a deep crimson red. He tossed another dollar onto the stage. Your eyes, smouldered with confidence, connected with the other enthralled spectators. Each subtle gesture and deliberate step accentuated your allure, commanding attention and inviting desire.

As the music swelled, you began to teasingly lift the black babydoll dress which was laced with red ribbon. You lifted it up enough to flash the black thong you wore underneath but lowered it quickly when you noticed no dollars had been thrown onto the stage. You eyed the man closest to you, sending him a seductive wink and he tossed another dollar on the stage. Finally, you obliged their wishes and pulled the dress off and threw it on the stage. A few men whooped, earning them a sly smirk from you.

You stood in the black bra and thong you had specially chosen to wear and grazed your hand against the pole again. It would be a few more minutes before you would shed them, and it gave you the opportunity to earn a few more dollars for the performance. You twirled around the pole slowly, allowing the men to glimpse at your enticing form, skilfully tantalising the audience. With every twist, arch, and fluid motion, you wove a mesmerising narrative and evoked the feeling of lust and desire in everyone watching. Your body was an art form in motion, it told a story of liberation, empowerment, and unapologetic self-expression. The room reverberated with electric energy, a shared experience of enchantment and delight.

You reached an arm around your back and gripped the bra clasp and felt it come undone and pulled it away, revealing your breasts. More notes littered the stage, and you were becoming quite happy with the amount you were racking up. You bent over to pick one up, making sure the guarded man had a full view of your ass in his face. He wore a suit that you knew had been tailored in the more affluent part of the city and his watch clearly highlighted the wealth he owned. You turned around and gave him a few slow blinks and leaned closer to his face. He flushed more, and you knew the effect you were having on him. You leaned closer to his face, your lips faintly brushing his ear.

“I’m going to need a little more, motivation, if you want to see the full thing.”

You leaned back, resting your weight on your thighs which were tucked underneath yourself. You watched him shuffle in his seat, uncertain over how much he should give you. You leaned back slightly, resting your palms against the cold stage and shook your hair slightly so it fell away from where it covered your breasts. He flushed more. If any more blood went to his face, you thought he would faint soon. You didn’t want to be dealing with that again.

You eyed him as he moved his hands to his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. He pulled out a crisp note and tossed it onto the stage. The $50 sign excited you; it wasn’t a note you would receive often on quiet nights, so you decided now was the time to indulge their most desired wants.

You gave him your most thankful smiles and rose slowly. You leaned over so the man could take full pleasure in the sight you were going to grant him. Your thumbs slipped into the thong band and sensually pulled down your body. The men in the room cheered and gave out a few vulgar shouts which you chose to ignore. You manoeuvred your long legs out of the garment and held it high up in the air, like a trophy that one of the lucky men could win. You were left in only your black heels. Weirdly, you felt more naked wearing only them than when you were actually naked.

The music quietened as you heard your manager’s voice fill the club again.

“Now that was Velvet Vixen. Isn’t she a delight? If you want to see her again soon, I suggest you empty your pockets a little more and show her how much you enjoyed that tantalising performance she just gave you.”

You gave a teasing smile, acting shy as a few men threw a few more notes on the stage. Once it was clear their generosity had reached the max, you bent over and picked up your clothes and scooped up the notes from the stage and made your way back to your dressing room. You filtered through the notes and noticed one that had been folded up. You peeled it open and read it quickly. It was a fake one that told you should renounce her life to Christ. You crumpled it up and tossed it in the metal basket next to your makeup station.

Pricks, you thought.

You stood at your station, not caring that the other girls in the room saw you standing there naked. The feeling was mutual, there wasn’t room to feel bothered about nudity in this industry. After recounting the bills, you deposited them in a jar, aside from a twenty-dollar bill and placed it in your locker. You had only made $63 for the performance which wasn’t too bad for a quiet Tuesday night.

Your manager entered the room, not bothered by the fact he was supposed to only approach you when you were in the main room of the club dressed in your stripper attire. He approached you, clasping your hand and gazing into your eyes. You knew the look he gave you wasn’t lustful, the only thing he lusted after was money.

“Vixen that was a great performance, if you keep it up, I can pull a few strings and get you a few extra performances this weekend.” He had moved his hands, so they were holding your shoulders. “Now, there is a man in the private room, you know the one, and he’s requested you personally.”

You knew which room it was all the girls did. It was the only room in the club that didn’t have working CCTV. They had been promised it would be fixed soon but after a few months, you all knew that wasn’t going to happen. After your manager realised, he could gain a lot more money in that room compared to the other private ones, he hadn’t bothered calling an electrician to fix it.

“I need you to do what you always do; you are the favourite after all.” He smirked at you slyly, and you could feel the bile rise in your throat as to what he would put you and your girls under just to gain more money and a reputation for being one of the few strip clubs where men could gather a more, intimate, experience.

You felt him move his hands back down to your hand and twisted them, so your palms were facing upwards revealing the twenty-dollar bill. He plucked it out of your hand and pocketed it, before moving past you and slapping your ass as encouragement.

You rolled your eyes in annoyance and moved over to the screen where you had placed your next outfit. You clasped the low-cut lavender bra around your body which accentuated your curves. It was adorned with intricate lace details and plastic diamonds which you had added yourself to create more flare. You pulled on the lavender panties which you had added fake diamonds to as well, to cover your intimate areas. You added sheer sparkly stockings and pulled on the silver stilettoes that no doubt would make your feet ache for the next few days. The last item you added was a band of fake diamonds that had strings of clear jewels attached to it that you clasped around the band of your bra. The attire was of your own making, and you were eager to wear it in the club, enjoying how the strings of jewels swished around your body as you moved.

You rushed over to your station. The trick to the private rooms was to make them wait on their own for four minutes so they would buy more drinks. You were approaching the three-minute mark, so you had little time to change your makeup. Quickly, you applied a fresh layer of gloss to your lips and tucked your hair under a short purple wig. It was not the finest craftmanship of your face, but it would have to do.

You made your way down the dimly lit hallway. You passed a few rooms that had open doors where you spotted your friends dance over the men as they let their hands wander their forms. The private room was at the end of the hallway, the door closed, and you heard the music playing quietly inside. You took a deep breath before entering the room and closing it softly behind you.

Typically, the men who entered the club were ones you would never pay attention to. They weren’t that attractive and their desperation to see the naked forms of the dancers repulsed you even more. However, the man that sat in the booth was undeniably an attractive one. He sat with his legs spread wide and outstretched and his arms crossed behind him. Despite his relaxed appearance, you could tell this wasn’t his scene, it was most likely his first time entering a strip club. You paid attention to the way his eyes stared into yours, and not your body.

He removed his arms from behind his head and rested them on his toned thighs and he leaned forward slightly.

“Hello, Black Widow. I’ve been searching for you.” He spoke. His voice was calm and held no hint of any lust he may have.

You felt your heart thump strongly in your chest, and you were grateful for the music playing which could conceal it. No one knew of your alias. You had adopted the name twelve years ago at the age of fifteen when you had been bitten by a spider which had transformed your DNA. The name became fitting once you realised you possessed a power that aided you in your mission.

Not wanting him to sense your nerves, you gave a sly smile at him.

“I’m afraid I don’t know your name so I can’t greet you. Now, it's $10 for a dance, $20 for you to touch me while I dance.” You watched him as he raised an eyebrow. “$100 for me to indulge your every last whim.” His expression didn’t change which you didn’t like. You raised a leg and let your heeled foot land on the table, giving him a view to gaze over your form.

You stared at him, challenging him to look at your body instead of your face. He didn’t look away from you.

“I’m here because I need you –“

“Everyone is here because they need me.” You quickly interrupted. “That’s what this room is for. Now what are you going to pay so I can begin my service? There are plenty of men out there who would die to be in your position.”

He gave a low sigh.

“Let me rephrase. I know who you are, and you know that you can’t trick me into thinking I don’t know who you are.”

You removed your leg from the table giving him a sly giggle. You moved over towards the end of the booth and crawled onto it. He turned his head to face you, but his body stayed relaxed in the same position as before. You could feel yourself becoming more annoyed by his behaviour and you made it your aim to make him break.

“Black Widow is definitely an admirable woman, and I feel honoured for you to think of me as her. But I’m afraid you have the wrong woman.”

“How do you know she is a woman?” He quipped.

You leaned forward resting your weight on your forearms and raised your back end, welcoming him to gaze at it. His eyes stayed trained on your face.

“Because only a woman would do what she does. And I thank her for it.”

He leaned back against the booth again. “Ah yes, someone who goes out fighting crime and bringing justice to those who have been wronged. That could be anyone. But the thing that makes her unique, is what she does at night. She goes into the homes of men, rich men who think they own anything money can buy, especially women like you and the services you’re forced to give.”

You stayed silent as he continued.

“It doesn’t take a genius to deduce that someone from your industry would want to take matters into their own hands. We know the police ignore vulnerable communities; one you are part of.”

“Well, anyone could have guessed the first part. But she poisons them. You would need to have an expert understanding of chemistry to poison the men the way she does. I’ve read the newspapers; I know how they’re unable to track her down and they don’t know how she does it. I graduated high school and quickly found my way here, I didn’t have time nor could afford college, so I don’t have a degree in chemistry. So, explain to me how I could compete with her genius.”

He smirked at you. “Well, anyone could have guessed that.” He mimicked you, and the annoyance in you built. “The clue is in the name, Black Widow. She makes her way into their homes, and despite being afraid of this intrusion, they quickly become seduced by her. She does a dance, and they think they’re going to get more than they bargained for. And using the opportunity they are completely under her spell, she strikes. She bites them and injects venom into their veins which they quickly succumb to. Does that sound about right?”

“They’re pretty, aren’t they?” You flash your fangs at him. It was clear you couldn’t outsmart him and hearing the way he talked about you filled you with pride.

His gaze on you grew intense as he took in the sight of your fangs. “I’m partial to my own.” He offered a broad grin and flashed his own fangs. You rolled your eyes, earning a low chuckle from him. You rose from your position. You stood and slowly walked over to the other side of the booth, making sure your arse grazed his face. It never did because he leaned his face away to avoid contact.

He was being respectful, an act that wasn’t normal in the club. Since he had easily deducted who you were and how you committed your acts, you wanted to tease him more to see if his act would falter. Once you were situated at the other side of the booth, you sat down and stretched out your legs, so you were in the splits but made sure your clothed cunt was on full display to him. Normally, men would cum themselves right there, but this man had no reaction.

“It’s not polite to not tell a lady your name you know?”

“Well, you’re not a lady, are you?” You were taken aback by his response and gave a small laugh. However, you enjoyed it. You let your gaze wander over his form. He was wearing black trousers and a black form-fitting shirt, which hugged his toned muscles greatly. You eyed his arms and how the veins protruded down them. His dark brown hair was pulled away from his face messily, allowing you to stare at the chiselled jaw and high cheekbones. His eyes were red, giving him the look of a feral animal. You imagined that it would intimidate others just how animalistic he looked, but you couldn’t deny how attractive he was. Your eyes lingered down to his plumb lips, admiring them, and wondered how they would feel against your own. Which lips they could be against; you did not mind.

“Stop looking at me like that.” He ordered.

“I’m simply admiring my next possible target.”

He sighed and ran a hand over his face. “I promise you; I won’t touch you or ask you to do anything. Now, please, I need you to listen to me.”

You leaned back on your arms, placing emphasis on how wide your legs were and what was proudly on display to him. You could feel a small ache there after thinking about where his lips could be on you and what they could do.

“Maybe I don’t want to listen to you.”

“I’ve gathered that.”

Sensing that this position wasn’t going to make him break, you closed your legs and you noticed how his eyes quickly glanced down to where you had displayed yourself. It was working. You stood up and made your way over to him and lowered yourself down on his lap. He pulled his hands away from your body and placed them behind his head again and leaned back.

“Whatever you’re trying to do, I won’t play into it.”

“That’s a shame, this is the most fun I’ve ever had in this room.” His gaze softened after you said that, but you didn’t allow him to speak. “I know you know there is no working CCTV in this room. Why else would you ask to be in this room? You must be desperate for me for you to pay the fee, it’s pretty hefty.”

You let your hands trail over his mouth and pushed his top lip up. His fangs protruded and you ran a finger over them. You raised yourself so your face was level with his and you inched your mouth closer to his.

“Are these capable of doing what I can?” You asked.

He moved your hands gently away from his face and placed them down to your side but didn’t let go.

“Yes, though not as lethal as yours. Anything else you want to ask me?”

You smirked again. “Yes, is it $10, $20, or $100?” He groaned in response, and you lifted yourself up off him and moved back to where you had been in the booth previously.

“I don’t want anything like that. I just need you to listen to me.” He leaned towards you, but you stretched a leg out, placing your heeled foot against his chest. He didn’t move and challenged your gaze.

“I think I’ve listened quite intently so far. You haven’t listened to me. Now, what will you be paying? My manager won’t be happy if I come out empty-handed.” You watched him carefully as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a $10 bill. You expected him to toss it at you and you would comply with the demand, but instead, he held it out waiting for you to take it. You reached out and grabbed it and tucked it into your bra strap. You lowered your leg, and he leaned back against the wall again.

“I’m not going to be treated like charity. You’ve paid me, now, what do you want me to do?”

He sighed in annoyance, and you could see irritation flash in his eyes.

“I want you to listen to what I’m about to tell you.”

“You know what request I’m after so ask and then, only then, will I listen.”

You watched as he tried to find a solution in his mind before he finally gave in. He looked at you, an ordering look in his eyes and gazed down at your legs.

“Show me.”

You smiled in response and spread your legs out again before trailing your hand slowly down to where you remained clothed. You felt that dampness that had started pooling there from where your mind had gone places that you knew that the man would not want to hear. You hooked a finger against the cloth and pulled it away, letting the air of the club hit you.

You admired the way his gaze instantly went to what he wanted to see, what you wanted him to see. His jaw went slack, and you could hear him try to breathe quietly. It must have been a while since he last had sex because there was no other reason for his reaction. You trailed your free hand over yourself and felt the wetness that was pooling there. You ran a finger up your folds and grazed it over your clit once and you wanted to hiss at the pleasure that came from it. Quickly, you covered yourself again and the man came to his senses.

“Ok, I asked you to show me. Now you need to listen to what I tell you.”

You stood up as he began rambling about a society, he was a part of and how he needed you to join them. Your unique power would be extremely helpful to their cause and they needed all the spiders they could have. He talked about the thousands of dimensions and the spiders that had joined them, but the numbers weren’t enough. As much as the information he was providing was interesting, the way his gaze followed the way your body moved around the room was far more interesting. You moved back towards him and turned your body, so you was facing away from him and lowered yourself back on his lap. He didn’t stop talking, even when you raised an arm and wrapped it behind his neck.

You interrupted before he could continue. “So, what you’re telling me is that there are multiple people just like us, but you desperately need me?”

“I need as many people as I can to help maintain the canon event.”

“But you need me specifically?”

He groaned in annoyance. “Yes, I need you specifically. Your skill is essential for us maintaining that we keep villains in their own dimension. I can discuss this in greater detail at the HQ if you would just come with me.”

You craned your neck so you could look at his face. His eyes were tightly closed, and his breathing was quick. “You want me to come with you? You only need to ask.” You moved your hips on top of him slowly and revelled in this way his breathing hitched slightly. You could feel him harden under you. The dull ache in you grew stronger and you were enjoying how this session was going. You grazed your fingers against his face and his eyes shot open with a feral look. He placed his hands firmly against your waist holding your moving hips still.

“I’m not going to take advantage of you. I know you’re only doing this because you need the money.”

“I’m not doing this for the money. I’m doing this because I want to. I think you want to as well.”

His grip softened and you continued grinding your hips on top of him. He didn’t try stopping you now and his eyes closed again. He groaned lowly and bared his neck in your direction. You took the opportunity and placed your mouth on his neck and started kissing it. His breathing grew more erratic, and his bulge grew harder. You positioned yourself so it would dig into you and your movements grew faster. You nibbled his neck, careful to not let your fangs pierce the soft brown flesh. His hands glided up and down your torso, encouraging you to continue. You removed your mouth from his neck and leaned your head backwards, so it was resting flat against his shoulder. He looked over to you and you stared into each other’s eyes.

“You never told me your name.”

“Spider-Man 2099.”

You let out a laugh.

“That’s a mouthful.” You imagined what a mouthful of him would feel like. The ache inside of you intensified and you ground your hips on him harder. Both of your breathing grew heavier as you both let pleasure overtake you. His hand grazed up your back and you could feel him fumble with the clasp of your bra. He unleashed it and threw your bra to the floor and took a handful of your breast in his hands. He kneaded it and you let out a low moan. His mouth moved to your neck and he copied what you had done earlier. His plump lips littered your neck with kisses and he sucked harshly. He pulled away and saw a dark bruise start forming before he went back eagerly to continue what he was doing. You could feel the sharpness of his fangs graze your neck.

“Do it.”

He understood what you meant and obliged your ask. You felt a sharp pain as his fangs sink into your neck but it was quickly replaced by pleasure. He kneaded your breast more firmly but you held his hand and moved it down to your cunt, desperate to feel his fingers there. His fingers traced the band of your panties before moving them underneath the cloth. His fingers stirred circles over your clit and you couldn’t help the moan that escaped your lips. He continued to draw circles over it and a few groans escaped his lips as well as you rubbed yourself over his hard member.

“I only came here to ask you to join us –“His voice hitched higher as you placed a hand over his encouraging him to move it lower. “I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

“I don’t care just keep going.” You rasped against him. He plunged a finger into your aching hole and a loud gasp filled the room, from who, neither of you could remember. Quickly, he inserted another digit into you, and he felt your walls tighten against him. You squirmed against him. Your moans filled the room, and you were grateful for the music covering it so the guests outside couldn’t hear. A dark spot grew on his trousers, from his pre-cum and your own wetness.

“Another.” You asked him. He obliged and plunged a third finger into you and you moaned hard into his hard. You writhed on top of him as he pumped his fingers into you. You could feel your climax bubbling inside of you and he was clearly close as well with how his breathing became even more erratic. You climaxed over his fingers with a loud moan and your walls tightened over his fingers even more. You kept grinding on top of him and he heaved loudly as you saw cum seep through his trousers. You both sat there, taking in the waves of pleasure that rolled through your bodies. After a while, he removed his fingers from you and you stood up and cleaned yourself up. You noticed him stick his fingers in his mouth and suck them clean, hiding evidence of what he just did to you.

You nodded to his lap where his cum pooled on his trousers.

“Sorry about the mess.”

“Don’t worry about it.” He stood up and wiped it away with the back of his hand. It removed most of the mess but a stain would form soon and he would need to change them soon if he didn’t want anyone to know what had happened. They were both grateful for the dimness of the room.

“Will you consider what I’ve said?”

You gave him a nod and watched as he tried pulling out his wallet, but you raised a hand to stop him.

“I don’t want your money.” He didn’t argue and placed his wallet back into his pocket. You didn’t exchange any more words and she watched as he left the room. You tidied yourself up a bit more and readjusted your wig after clasping your bra back on. When you left the room you were greeted by your manager with an eager grin.

“You two were in there for a while. How much did you make?”

You slapped the ten-dollar bill into his hands and walked off before mentioning, “He only wanted to talk.”

A few hours later, you climbed through your open window from your fire escape. You went to your bathroom and peeled off the black mask and looked into the mirror at yourself. Your target had put up a fight, evident by the purple bruise forming on your cheek. Your mouth was bloody from where you had bit him and he quickly died from the venom that entered his bloodstream. You turned on the shower and peeled off your suit as the room filled with steam. You stood for a while, letting the hot water soothe your muscles before eventually getting out. You wrapped yourself in a towel and ventured to the kitchen in desperate need of sustenance. On the way there you noticed a piece of paper on the kitchen counter and opened it. In it lay $130.

Black Widow

Rent money. I’ll see you tomorrow for you to tell me what you have decided.

Miguel O’Hara

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𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 ; 𝐧𝐢𝐤𝐤𝐢 𝐬𝐢𝐱𝐱 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟏. 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟐. 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟑. 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟒.

word count: 2.371k (i'm sorry 😭😭😭) trigger warning: swearing, kissing

the fact of preparing their first actual concert caused her goosebumps every time she thought about it. getting platformed high heels, faux fur coats and faux leather jackets, body painting and hairspray, it was fucking exciting for her. she and the boys made pictures, then cutting themselves out, y/n was the one who went to the press, where she could get thousands of posters. mick was the one who got the place, and they played the songs on every day of the week. sticking out posters with jessica's and the other girls' help, y/n ran around whole los angeles.

and now, here they were, minutes from stepping out to perform for the first time. drawing with her eyeliner, y/n looked at the others: tommy spinned his drumstick between his fingers, nikki was puffing his hair up on her side, mick played his guitar and vince stretched out the pants his girlfriend bought him.

"man, my girlfriend spent like, 8000 bucks on these leather pants. you like 'em?" he asked tommy.

"they're cool, bro."

"you say everything's cool, drummer." mick muttered, getting a nod from y/n. she turned away from the mirror, standing up in her platform high heels that give at least 6 inches to her height. all the boys begin to snicker, nikki whistled as she adjusted her black bodycon dress. y/n had red and black makeup, dusting her cheeks in highlighter.

"what the fuck are those, y/n?" vince asked, getting her attention. she turned in her shoes, striking a pose.

"these are my favorite shoes. i stole it from a shop, so i hope the owner or the cashier is not gonna be here tonight." she answered, testing that the heels weren't unstable.

"you look so mad girl, like a rocker barbie! could you do my eyes for the next time?"

"of course, toms."

"so you think there's gonna be anybody out there tonight?"

vince's question was the one that y/n was interested about too. she feared a little that it's gonna be a big disgrace, but they had only minutes, and she had a lot worse situations in her life.

"we put up enough fliers, i hope so."

"it's gonna be fine, guys." y/n added. "first concerts are always the most difficult ones, but we had rehearsals many, many times. whatever happens, we're here for each other, right?"

"that's right, princess." nikki answered her as he stood up, making y/n snicker. he wore red high heels, fucking red high heeled boots! "what's up?"

"you all were wondering about what i wear, but you wear fucking red high heeled boots too! what the fuck?"

"it's called style."

"no, it's called women footwear."

stepping out, her heartbeat began to increase as fast as a ferrari. there weren't many people, but maybe it was better. if the 'concert' is shit, then there's not any people to brag about it. okay, y/n, you just quit your job, you moved out and moved in with a junkie runaway, and you banded up with four guys for this shit. you aren't a slutty pole dancer from right now on, you're a fucking rock star.

"you all right?" mic asked her as she exhaled an inhaled, making her nod.

"yeah, yeah."

nikki taped the song list on of the speakers, scattered applause could be heard. vince tapped y/n's shoulder, as she walked in and took out the microphone from its stand.

"hello everybody! we're mötley crüe." she said, the lights coming onto her. tommy tried to drum some solo, but with too big drive, he accidentally knocked over one of the drums.

"fuck!" he muttered, hurrying to pick it up. some of the audience laughed at this, making y/n's blood pressure driving up. keep calm, keep calm, keep calm.

"come on!" nikki whispered to tommy turning around, getting a glance from y/n. this is his first actual concert, bloopers like this are fine. or so she thought. everybody was on the edge.

"you suck!"

"get off the stage!"

y/n spinned the microphone, pointing to the dudes who yelled these words.

"hey you two, fuck y'all! let's rock this hole!"

starting to play live wire, y/n almost forgot the bad comments, but she was wrong in her assumption that those assholes gonna stop.

"who's the chick singer? and the other chick?"

"she's the band-whore or can i fuck her too after the concert? because if yes, then i'll stay!"

wait wait wait, what the fuck did he just say? y/n stopped in her movements, looking at vince.

"fuck you, asshole." the blonde said, getting the buff guy with a beard spit on his jeans. those famous, white leather jeans.

y/n smirked as she saw vince getting off the stage. hell could break loose, because she's not gonna let some fuckers humiliate her neither.

as vince fell back, she got into the eyesight of the buff guy, but she saw from the corner of her eye that nikki was on the way, swinging his guitar. mick still played the song, and somehow this was just fucking funny. grabbing the microphone, she used the cable to swing into the other guy's face, the whole room filled with a sharp piping. before she could enjoy her first knock-out, someone grabbed her hair to hit her face, exactly her nose. it was just the edge of it, but still, it hurt like a bomb exploded on her face.

"how the fuck dare you hit her?" she heard nikki, getting into the fight, diverting a guy from her, so now, it was a one versus one. swiping off the blood, she got up, eluding a hit from the guy who hit her, she kicked with her fucking perfect shoes right into the middle of his crotch, getting him falling back, grabbing his dick with two hands. one guy hissed from the audience.

"how the fuck dare you to touch my hair?" as the guy stood up, she was ready to kick again, but one security guy hold her arms back, another trying to keep back the guy. as he tried to break out, y/n kicked him in the face from drive, a little blood falling on the floor. this got a bigger 'ow' from the audience.

"it's enough, chill out, lady!" the security guy told her, letting her go as he and the other tossed the guys out, she picked up the microphone that she used as a weapon. tommy just stopped beating the last guy, she stumbled back to vince and nikki. y/n didn't even noticed that everybody got silent while they were probably just doing things on their own way.

this was over. this was fucking cool, but seriously, who'd want to go to a band's concert that beats their audience, even if they're fucking assholes?

"FUCK YEAH, MÖTLEY CRÜE!" a guy yelled, breaking the silence, clapping as loud as he could. others began to clap too, and soon, the whole room echoed from the applause. she felt nikki's tap on her shoulder, singing her to get up to the stage again. with the microphone in her hand, she was happy that it still worked.

"you alright, y/n?" vince asked, making her turn to him, hugging her.

"oh, yeah, i'm fucking fine, and you?"

"everything's alright. your nose is bloody."

"again?" she asked disappointedly, trying to wipe the blood off with little to no success.

as they stood back, tommy began to play the drums, y/n looked at nikki. reaching out, he swiped off the blood from her nose, touching her lips while looking into her eyes. she wanted smudge the black paint on his face with her lips ad her fingers, it was fucking hot, and she felt her knees going weak a little bit. she only smiled, every sound was muffled by the guitar that mick played.

the concert was successful in the end, some people got in the bar through the concert. y/n made little gigs, she let vince spin her, shaking her body and throwing her hair like she was a vogue model, in her ridiculously high platformed heels, twisting the cable of the microphone around her arm.

after their third concert, y/n was blowing a cigarette as she talked with the people who went to mötley crüe's concert, and soon, she felt an arm around her shoulders.

"what's up, princess?" nikki asked from her, and in exchange, she let her took a drag from her cigarette as she took it to his mouth.

"nikki? oh my god, your riff was so cool! i loved it so fucking much!" the guy said, making y/n and nikki smile. "can i ask you something, guys?"

y/n furrowed her eyebrows, then shrugged her shoulders.

"you already did it, mate." she said, getting a slight laugh from the others who were listening to them.

"are you two a couple?"

"excuse me?" she asked, looking at nikki, who seemed at least as surprised as she, if not more.

"sorry, excuse me! just, like, you two just give off the energy."

at this, y/n choked on the smoke she just inhaled, coughing a little while nikki laughed.

"you hear that, princess? we seem like a couple." nikki said loudly, licking her hair, her temple wetted from his tongue.

"fuck you, sixx. you know, the problem is, that there's too much testosterone on the stage with those four boys."

"yeah, we can feel that! but you're like a rock angel, y/n, i don't have seen many good frontwomen, but you're cool. you fill up the stage with vince, and it's not like you're there because you're just a wannabe-rockstar chick, you act casually."

"thank you." y/n muttered, leaning into nikki. "but no, we're not a couple. that'd fuck up the band, i think."

going home, nikki nudged y/n's shoulder, y/n tossed on him in exchange. they were drunk, y/n could barely walk on her big heels, grabbing into his arms before this little gig.

"oh, really?" he said, spinning and pinning her to the phone booth. trying to move, she whined from the nikki's arm that didn't let her go, trying to sneak out from it, he shook his head, tutting. "what now, princess?" he asked.

"let me go." she whined, giggling, trying to toouch the ground with her legs. nikki was taller than her, and in her drunk state, she couldn't deny that it was really hot.

"for a kiss." looking at him, y/n smiled and looked away.

"nope."

"come on, just a little kiss."

the girl shrugged her shoulders the best she could, whispering in his ear. "i don't want to be your one-timer, nikki. i'm not in your band just to fuck with you, and if we want to do this, we have to do it proper."

"proper? what do you know about proper dating?" he pulled up his eyebrows.

"i just know that they didn't say that i'm your whore, they said that we look like a couple. don't make your fans disappointed, nikki."

"my fans? our fans. fuck them, i don't want to make you disappointed. i'm not good in relationships, i mostly had flings, so you can take my relationship-virginity."

"really? you want it? a relationships has boundaries and duties, are you ready for that?" she asked. she haven't felt ready either, but she loved to watch the wonder on nikki's face.

"i'm not sure... but you know what i'm sure about?" he spat the words, brushing their noses together, making her smirk and giggle again, she tried to bite him but he leaned away.

"what?"

"i'm sure that i want to give you everything."

y/n stopped in her motion, and for a moment, she got sober. did he really want to be in a relationship with her? come on, their band and their career basically just started, what if they break up in two weeks? if they really gonna make it, facing each other through long years is not gonna be easy.

"fuck, nikki." she muttered, tilting her forehead to his.

"fuck you, y/n, for not believing in me. what if i want to travel the world with you? to play in big stadiums, getting stupidly rich and high and have good sex? and of course, caring about each other, and all those lovey-dovey shit you girls like?" he said, brushing his lips against her forehead, then her cheeks, her nose, edging her. y/n's lips began to burn from lacking his lips on hers.

"i like that lovey-dovey shit." y/n answered, stroking his face.

"then i'll give it to you." he towered over her. "just say that you want it, that you want to be my girlfriend." nikki's whisper wandered around her mind. just say that you want it. i'll give it to you.

fuck, why not? y/n stroked nikki's face, smiling, and she felt that in seconds, a bomb's gonna explode.

"i want it, nikki."

nikki smiled, leaning closer to touch his lips with hers. grabbing the back of his neck, curling his black locks around her fingers, y/n bit into his lips.

"fuck, it's so crazy how you got me feel for you in fucking weeks." he muttered, trying to get her legs around her waist, but y/n tapped on his chest.

"stop, niks, i don't want to be on some handycam recorded sex-tapes that leaks out after we get famous." she muttered, making him laugh.

"me neither. only i get to see what's underneath these pretty clothes." he slapped her ass as they began to walk home. "can we continue this at home?"

y/n clicked with her tongue, holding onto his arm.

"i don't know... i need to shower first, the concert got me sweaty. and bloody, fuck."

"you were so fucking hot as you were fighting those guys."

"were i good?" she asked, leaning her head onto his arm.

"you were amazing, baby. you kicked out at least two of that asshole's teeth." nikki replied, making her giggle. "did you learn this at the orphanage?"

"i learned it in life. but orphanage was hard as hell, too."

"but now you are in perfect hands. well, not perfect, but pretty good hands."

"your hands?" y/n looked up, smiling as she brushed her nose against his jawline.

"my hands." nikki nodded, kissing her.

a/n: i know it's short, but i got a lot of work )): hope u don't mind. see u in the next chapter!!

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