#sexy blue eyed cowboy

[rosypeachblossoms]

Watched Blazing Saddles (1974) and man… 😮‍💨🥵

You know what they say… 🤭

Save a horse, ride a…

[shizukateal]

Grimm Variations - Episode Two Review: Little Red Riding Hood

A blonde, blue-eyed woman in a red dress gets picked up by a man while they are in some form of virtually-enhanced reality saloon. She's nervous at first, not just because of the date but because she's clearly not used to the fine establishments. But she starts to have fun with her new sexy partner for a moment... until, of course, the man brutally murders her when she drops her guard. Obviously he was going to be the the Big Bad Wolf in this story. He rips everything away from her, her dress, her tongue, and the technology hiding the fact that she's actually old. Granny gets eaten with no repercussions for the Wolf or "Mr. Gray" -first name not confirmed to be Christian- as he's called here. After all, he is truly rich and young and handsome, not just holographically pretending to be; and more importantly he is part of a club of other wolves like him who get each others' backs to make sure they don't get the heat for their actions.

We learn that in this futuristic setting, society is stepping further away from reality each day. Transhumanism has succeeded in uploading human consciousness into servers although, again, there's a way to interact in virtually enhanced reality through some special eyedrops. However people keep abandoning their bodies and uploading themselves into computers, probably because resources are so scarce there's hardly any real food at all.

It makes a certain sense, then, that our Patrick Bateman-like protagonist has developed an actual bloodlust. The man practically starves himself with a vegetarian diet because he does not want to eat the fake meat they serve him. Surprisingly for how gory the episode is they never explicitly show him eating the meat of his victims, though? Although he does explicitly like the smell of blood. In any case, Mr. Gray has an all-around comfortable arrangement with his fellow Wolves of Wall Street where he gets a safe space to butcher as many women as he can get his hands into 👍

But it's not enough. At some point the arrangement stops feeling like a proper hunt and more like shooting fish in a barrel. So Mr. Gray starts acting out the safety of his kennel. Before he can get far, however, he is stopped by his pack-pal, Mr. Brown, who gives him an address for a place to arrange another, more outdoorsy and risqué hunt. Mr. Gray goes to a slum still in his clean, tailored suit, where he meets Charlotte (once again, the little red haired girl from the promotional poster) acting as an old madam pimp. And so, she orchestrates a meeting between him and our Little Red Riding Hood: Scarlet.

(Boy can you tell the CLAMPs preferred designing her over the other characters in the story. They love themselves some short, straight-haired ladies)

This time, Mr. Gray goes to a rave in the slums wearing a leather jacket that also does fuckall to conceal the fact that he's some rich dipshit nepobaby. It's like watching Marty Mcfly in his ridiculous cowboy costume from the third Back to the Future. He follows Scarlet and helps her knock out some rape-y looser that was bothering her and the two go to her house. Mr. Gray acts just as demure and shy as the first woman we see him kill, as he has a hard time swallowing the fluorescent booze Scarlet offers him. She teases him about this. That's real alcohol after all, just like everything else in the room is real, outside the purview of the curated cyber-enhanced-world. Mr. Brown had offered him an authentic bottle of wine earlier, and he drank that easily, but in a sense the clearly artificial alcohol is the real deal because that's the everyday beverage of the people who actually live there.

He downs the rest of the glass and the atmosphere is almost sweetly romantic if you ignore the fact that this grown man paid to stalk a girl so he could kill her with no repercussions from the law...

And then Mr. Gray wakes up and finds himself tied to a dissection table. Turns out Red Riding Hood is already a much more vicious and experienced hunter than she was at the end of the Grimm's version of the story (for context, Perrault's version, which came earlier, simply ended with her death) and the hunt between them was always a battle between eating and being eaten. The Big Bad Wolf of Wall Street learns the hard way that, on an uncultivated forest away from his pack, he's prey to even a little rabbit. For all his pretensions of the reality of pain and suffering in blood and gore, at the end of the day he still lives a perfectly manicured life in his white silicon valley palace, so how was he to win against someone who is actually willing to get hurt and die for the sake of the hunt? What's the use of him having a perfect body with 8-pack abs, perfect eyes, and manicured nails if he's not willing to withstand the pain he causes others?

Scarlet faces no repercussions, of course. After all, if the Wolf decided to stray from the territory of his pack, then no one can go avenge him, as Charlotte informs Mr. Brown. Hearing this, Mr. Brown decides to upload himself to a computer. Might as well, replies Charlotte. The real world -even in this dystopic setting- has too many temptations.

All in all, I'd say this episode is better than the last one, in part because it's not a subversion, but it still has a bit of the same pitfalls that prevents it from reaching greatness. "Cinderella" suffered because it turned its protagonist into the antagonist in a way that ultimately proved to be shallow, and it undercut the genuinely interesting commentary the story was otherwise doing. Scarlet doesn't do that here since, again, the Grimms themselves turned Red Riding Hood into a hunter; however I also think that there's a lack in depth of flavor to the episode for not getting us into Scarlet's mind as intimately as we get to know Gray. The probably felt like it would take away some of the punch from the twist if they showed her "hunting" before, but I think that could have simply been avoided by simply getting to know the setting a bit more through her eyes and allowing that to also be an opportunity for characterization. You know, add to the reveal a little by making it seem like a more personal tragedy about sending a lamb to slaughter and then pull the rug from under our feet.

There's also this similar problem between the two episodes in that the post-climax reveals are kind of confusing because they are not all that well set-up. What I mean is that since Mr. Brown was the one who suggested Gray to go to this place after he acted out of line, he might have been deliberately trying to set him up to die, but the ending reveals that this is not the case and it implies that he's genuinely so upset about his friend dying that he decides to escape reality so that he doesn't end like him. Mind you, I'm not complaining that that's the truth of the matter, since it still fits the story thematically. It's just that it left me wondering why would Mr. Brown suggest this risk at all if killing him wasn't his intention. A nitpick, perhaps, but still a discordant note in an otherwise solid script.

Other than that, I'd like to talk about what the series as a whole might be building up to. These two episodes so far have shared caged bird imagery. First Makiko and Sawako in a gilded cage with two birds that are set free when they escape de Otawara house, and now Charlotte freeing another bird from its cage to let it fend for itself in the wilderness.

The next episode is going to be Hansel and Gretel, so that's one big juicy opportunity for that as well, and it makes me wonder if the prevalence of the symbol ties into whatever is going on with Charlotte and the Grimm Brother's in the background. We don't get much about that in this episode either, but I am interested in one of their dialogue exchanges. Charlotte says that the aspect of the story that worries her the most about the story is not the Wolf on its own, but that there may be more of them out there. William, however (the one with the glasses) laughs it off and says that there's only one wolf eating little girls and grannies, which is... patently untrue in the story? The original and this one? However given the tone of the series at large, and that a similar statement was made in the previous episode, its easy to take it as a deliberate contrast. I mean this episode does make a point that the wolves are an organized club, but the theme about the upper class joining forces to prey on the vulnerable with no consequence feels just a tad too secondary to everything else; and given the thematic fumbling in the previous episode I am afraid that the writers might not have any plans for all this commentary they're making and instead the focus will ultimately fall on making the good guys bad for the shock factor.

But we can still be cautiously optimistic since at least this episode has raised the quality a bit. See you next week!

[mielmoto]

Obligatory Xig for the rating meme B)

Drop me a character name and I’ll reveal my muse’s heart... | (accepting)

💔 Non-existent || 💗 Very low || 💗💗 A little || 💗💗💗 Hopeful || 💗💗💗💗 High || 💗💗💗💗💗 Maximum

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VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💗💗💗💗💗 (purely aesthetic appreciation of looks)

wa wa wi wa. wa wa wooby. hummina hummina boi-oi-oing, and all that jazz. he's so sexy, what do you even want me to say here. It's fair to say that Honey doesn't struggle to find visually attractive qualities in most people, but everything about Xig is so striking at a glance that she'd have to fight to find something she'd call unattractive about him. She's very drawn to uniqueness, to features which stand out—so a tall, built, golden-eyed goth cowboy with flowing, black-and-white striped locks and bone structure you could cut yourself on? The scar(s), the eyepatch, taking an already handsome man into the realm of 'mysterious storybook rogue with a colored past'? gods have mercy. He's such a treat on the eyes. (also: huge respect for having a defined color scheme. we always stan the girlies with a Brand).

FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💗💗/ +💗 (how close a friend they consider them)

On the lower side not because of any dislike or disinterest, but from the sense that I think they keep their 'relationship'—their interactions, as a whole—pretty casual. They feel, to me, like a pair who would continue crossing paths with one another and sharing a drink when they do, or sending a lazy 'whatcha up to?' message out of the blue on an otherwise unclaimed evening to come together and enjoy a bit of company on the down-low, but I don't know that they seek each other out much more than that, and neither one's exactly bearing their heart to the other and getting into the deeper trawls of what it means to be really close friends... but, then again, maybe the casual nature and relative anonymity does lend them just enough levity to talk (vaguely) about slightly heavier things on their mind, with the comfort that neither one is going to be too deeply affected by it going forward. someone to commiserate with, but ultimately, not dwell on too much after the fact.

SEXUAL DESIRE: 💗💗💗💗 (...you know ( ͡°ᴥ ͡°) )

😌...y'know what they say about saving horses, and all that.

honey vc: he looks like someone who would, respectfully, manhandle me the way i deserve.

ROMANTIC INTENT: 💔 (hoping for a romantic relationship)

It ain't like that. Nothing's impossible, but they're maybe a touch past amiable acquaintances at this point—anything really substantial potentially coming to bloom isn't even planted as a seed in her pretty little head, at this point.

[gallus-rising]

here we go. i’m doing it and no one can stop me

i am (going to attempt) to rank all stands by sexiness starting with the JoJo’s themselves. by the end of this “project” all of the winners will be pitted against each other in a final showdown, as judged by me, Standfucker Extraordinaire. unfortunately no TJL stands will be included as we’ve not seen enough of them in action. sorry Jodio 😔

plz keep in mind that these are only my objectively correct opinions u-u

11: Tusk Act 1

marketable plushie lookin ass

10: Tusk Act 3

change up the colors and this thing the world’s ugliest sleep paralysis demon

9: Hermit Purple

its just vines. idk what i’m supposed to say. comes w Joseph’s slut energy built in. it’s cool that its purple i guess?

8: Tusk Act 2

Johnny you have 4 stands and almost all of them are ugly as sin wtf man. the design is finally fun so points for that at least

7: Crazy Diamond

now we’re getting onto the fuckable stands babyyyy

Crazy Diamond is just a tad much. his colors are ok, the hearts coordinating w Josuke’s design are cute. but then there’s the plating, the helmet, the tubes(??), and he even suffers from jjba Codpiece Syndrome. it’s all a bit much and doesn’t quite fit. in some of the anime promo art they gave him a sparkly diamond texture, but besides that i don’t care for him all that much.

6: Star Platinum

using the DiU palette bc of all the Star Platinum colors it’s the best. the pastels are cute and make for a fun contrast w the big muscles

an oldie but a goldie. bc Araki hadn’t gotten his footing w stand designs yet Splat looks more unique in retrospect. hair and clothing, capable of facial expressions, a tasteful loincloth as opposed to Another Fucking Codpiece.

i also think it’s cute how artists like to draw him w starry hair :>

5: Gold Experience Requiem

GER? this guy fucks. there’s simply no other way to put it. he fucks so hard. unfortunately points have to be redacted for that dead eyed stare and unmoving grimace. GER could be so much higher if he didn’t have such an awful baked in expression and this will become an unfortunate running theme. maybe if GER had more screen time that could be mitigated, but alas...

4: Stone Free

one of the few female stands, which sucks bc Araki goes off w girl stands. just look at her. the blue accented by gray, the radical bright green sunglasses, the sexy hints at her string powers, she even complements Jolyne nicely if stand/user synergy is needed. she’d probably be higher up if we saw more of her bc Araki prefers to show off her powers via having Jolyne psychically unravel which is fun! but does mean this beauty didn’t get enough time to shine 😔 not sure how i feel abt the bumpy texture as well. makes things a bit busy

3: Tusk Act 4

finally!! after 3 shit stands Tusk strikes gold in the final hour. its weird, its pink, its got (jo)stars its a cowboy, what more could you want??

more screen time goddamn it!! Tusk Act 4 gets like 2 and a half physical appearances across 2 parts. Araki wtf man. Tusk Act 4 just fucks so hard tho so it’s gotta be top 3

2: Soft & Wet

YEAHYEAHYEAHYEAHYEAHYEA!!! NOW THIS IS WHAT I CALL A FUCKABLE STAND! Soft & Wet is the platonic ideal of a MC stand. fun mechanical parts, cute little face, the Stand Tubes finally serve an aesthetic purpose and aren’t just awkwardly tacked on. he also has such pleasing colors and silhouette. i love him so much and he’s easily one of the best, cutest, most sexy stands in all of jjba

However

Soft & Wet has 3 variants and they all look the same. base Soft & Wet, Josefumi’s Soft & Wet, and GO ⭐ BEYOND are identical. so many good multi-stage stands and Soft & Wet drops the ball on every level 😔

1: Gold Experience

Gold Experience is not just fuckable, he’s h*rny. nonstop GE everyday all the time GE is just Like That and the sheer confidence of it all overpowers the few negative aspects of his design. even the Fucking Codpiece

GE has more than 1 facial expression and a sexy alt form to mix things up. he pairs w Giorno perfectly. he’s got a Lot going on w the loud colors, ladybugs, wings, helmet, teardrop markings, vague insect texturing, and hints of The World. but unlike Crazy D it all ties together. amazing. flawless. unbelievable.

and if you don’t know what i mean when i say GE is h*rny. BEHOLD:

in every one of his Iconic poses he is dtf. the h*rniest stand for the h*rniest part. this is how it was meant to be godbless godbless and goodnight.

[joyffree]

Title: Snowed in with the Rancher Series: A Young Sisters Novel Author: Whitley Cox Genre/Tropes: Christmas, Western, Cowboy Romance Release Date: March 4, 2023

Can her ray of sunshine melt his icy heart?

Recently dumped by her boyfriend, Triss Young accepts the unexpected offer from her best friend to travel to Colorado and spend Christmas with Hannah and her uncles. But when Triss’s plane lands in Denver and Hannah’s is rerouted because of snow, Triss heads to the ranch alone and is surprised when a blue-eyed, sexy rancher with dog tags answers the door.

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[hardcore-gaming-101]

Rising Zan: The Samurai Gunman

Rising Zan: The Samurai Gunman opens with one of the most memorable theme songs in any video game. It’s unique to the North American and PAL releases; rather than attempt to translate the original Japanese song, modeled after heroic themes for classic tokusatsu shows like Kamen Rider, two of the American voice actors wrote and performed their own country-rock song. Entitled “Johnny no More”, it sets the game’s story in just a few lines. It takes place in the Wild West, and it’s about a blue-eyed boy who dreams of being a hero. After being defeated by a ninja assassin, he leaves for Japan to learn to use the sword under the tutelage of an old master. A few years later, he returns, half-cowboy and half-samurai: he’s not Johnny anymore, but Zan, and demands that everyone refers to him as such. He also believes that he’s sexy.

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[headgehug]

What are your favorite Charlie and Newt looks

newt, like the exact gif you posted lol when he's dirty and teary eyed and hands shaking. <3 poor baby. and despite not having seen pru lol I can definitely appreciate his sexy villain outfits.. the dark colors with subtle patterns and etc literally swoon.

charlie.. uh my new top fave is his baby blue shirt in 2020 year in review... 😻 he looks so good in it. runner ups are ... charlie rules the world when he's nasty and covered in fruit punch and bossy ... ANY cowboy outfit makes me 😳 ... the blue sunset shirt he wears in group dates (and something else I can't remember) ... his tux in gets stranded, esp after he's all sweaty and disheveled... pepe silvia charlie (I would make him worse and keep him under my desk <3) ... and my old #1, pet puppy glasses charlie when he's sewing <3

[rodeoxqueen]

Ever since I got this idea I haven't been able to stop thinking about Dante being a stripper cowboy 😳😳 Maybe smol shy S/O was dragged by her friends into a strip club when she caught the attention the attention of a certain red devil? 👀🌹 I have a mighty need for some Dante erotica, I'm sorry 😅

Howdy Howdy,

Partner, there’s no need to apologize. If anything, I’m sorry this request was sitting in my inbox for more than a week. I was watching as many male stripper movies as I could find to make this accurate. Here’s a fully written work to make up for the wait. 

Part II is in the making, I couldn’t fit all that raunchiness into one chapter. For my male and gender-neutral readers, I’ll do my best to write inclusive installments that make you feel sexy and well-loved by this stripper cowboy. All readers deserve a lap dance.

Yours,

Rodeo 

Can You Touch This?-Cowboy!Stripper! Dante/Reader-(PART I)(AFAB! READER)

Tags/Warnings: 18+, AFAB! Reader, Stripper!AU, Magic Mike!Au, Erotica, Minors Do Not Try It.

Read It On AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28256070/chapters/69242487

You were never one for large crowds, alcohol, loud music, and nudity. So what a mess you were in, your friends dragging you into a strip club. 

It wasn’t your fault, they promised you were all going for a quiet dinner at your favorite restaurant. No loud noises, no crowds, and especially, you didn’t even know why you had to specify, no naked guys!  That’s what happened at first. You went and blew out your candles on your cake at a nice place, but then things got weird. Your friends had got you thoughtful gifts, except one of them who promised to give it to you after another “surprise.”

They practically herded you to their car, blindfolding and ear-muffing you while giggling. After driving in some unfamiliar directions, you were pulled into a strange building. 

So when you couldn’t hear your own thoughts due to the overbearing bass in the room you were in, you realized you should’ve known better. The blindfold and earmuffs were taken off and you opened your eyes to a neon-lit room with the most hard-cut abs right in your face. 

“A strip club?! W-why would you think I’d want to go to a strip club?” 

“Okay, first of all (Y/N). It’s a male strip club. Second, come on! I know you want to touch some diamond abs!” One of your friends exclaimed as they threw bills at one very tan and very oiled up man named Diego. The box from before landed on your lap, and you unwrapped it to find a giant stack of dollar bills. 

“Now stuff them bills down some hottie’s pants!” 

The orange thong-wearing male with the most defined quads you had ever glanced at winked at your friend and opted to dance on someone else. Clutching your drink, you swallowed thickly as other males who clearly went to the gym every other hour thrust their hips proactively at you. 

Your friends had called ahead and bought the lot of you a table to the stage, much to your chagrin. 

Luckily, your ability to disappear in a room, with your meek personality and small stature, came in handy in these situations. The tall and buff guys your friends screamed over seemed to prefer the company of the more extroverted and thirsty. While other tables farther from the stage had easy contact with the not-themed strippers, you were all confronted with the stage floor dancers. 

“My god, how many themes do these guys dress in?” You squeaked as an entertainer dressed like James Bond (minus the clothes except for the bowtie and gun holster) ground on the stage floor. 

“Not enough! Now make it rain, (Y/N).” Another friend demanded as she took another shot. 

You made a noise as your hand was forcibly placed onto an eight-pack. You quickly threw a wad of bills at the man and ran off to the bar. 

“I gotta go!” You panicked, speed-walking to the bar in your heels. Stomach quivering, you put a few bills down and asked for a stronger drink. Maybe you could pass out on the table and your friends would feel bad and take you home. 

You sighed as you watched your friends have the time of their lives, although they noted your absence. 

“First time?” The bartender asked, sliding your fruity drink to you. You fiddled with the napkin. A woman posed in the corner with the logo “Devil May Cry” to the side of her, all lined in neon pink. 

“Oh!... Yeah, it is.” You mumbled shyly. You blushed at his blue-eyed stare. Luckily, he wore a collared white shirt so you could look at him without bleeding out of your nose. He was very handsome, with rugged features and slight facial hair. His stark white hair shined even in the dim lighting. 

“Ah, could tell. Watched you get dragged in here.” He chuckled. 

“I-I was tricked, first of all!” You exclaimed, tucking some hair behind your ear. 

“It’s alright. Your next rounds on me if you stay a lil longer.” He winked, wiping a glass. A few other people came and went, requesting all sorts of raunchy-titled drinks. Despite that, he leaned on the table where you sat, making idle conversation. 

“I’m Dante.” 

“Nice to meet you, Dante. I’m (Y/N).” You impulsively stuck your hand out to shake and stilled at his strong and warm grip.

He whistled. 

“Nice name for a nice lady. It’s your birthday right?” You nodded. 

“What did you wish for?” 

“Peace and quiet.” He laughed at that, gesturing to your friends who screamed and clapped at a dark-skinned stripper who ripped off his pants. 

“With those friends?” He chuckled. 

“They’re a lot more restrained. This is an exception.” You whined. 

The conversation grew longer. You learned that Dante worked here with his twin brother Vergil. He loved pizza and strawberry ice cream, along with nice motorcycles. A total manly man, if you asked yourself. 

You found a safe space talking to him since you didn’t have to look at nude guys with your back turned. 

You were hoping to talk the night away until a similarly white-haired male with a serious glare rounded the corner. 

Swiping back a few stray hairs, the esteemed brother Vergil knocked the smile off his twin’s face. 

“You fool! Your shift has been over for some time now.” He snapped. Dante rolled his eyes. 

“Yeah, this is old douchebag.” You giggled at his comment, quickly stopping when meeting eyes with the frigid twin. 

“Have you been speaking ill of me? I will-”  Dante threw a towel at his brother’s face before leaving the bartending station. By leaving, he jumped over the counter. 

“Hey, (Y/N), nice talking to you. I’ll see you later.” The white-haired man left to the employee’s room. 

“Alright-” You muttered. You’d sit, but Vergil’s cold glare prompted you to leave and rejoin your friends. 

“Where were you? Chatting up the bartender?” 

“Look at you. Being social in a strip club.” They teased. 

After a few more dancers, you couldn’t help but miss the blue-eyed bartender with his quips and casual flirtiness. 

Suddenly, the music and lights went off. The crowd stirred. Your friend grabbed your arm. 

“Oh girl they’re gonna need a mop after this.” 

“Ew!” You cried out. Your friends sang that one horribly sexual song from the radio. Something about parking a truck in a garage and about wet-

A shirtless DJ grabbed the mic. 

“And now, for our next entertainer, we have the Legendary Lady Killer. Hold onto your panties and your wedding rings, you’re all in for the ride of your life.” 

 The lights were turned back on from back to front. On stage, stood a muscular man with a cowboy hat and shawl. His legs were perfectly framed by black leather chaps and boots. You turned as red as his shawl as you could see his formidable bulge from yards across. 

His spurs clinked on the floor as people began to cheer at his physique. Your jaw dropped in shock. 

White hair. 

“Ladies, I got some questions for y’all.” He drawled, lowering his hat. 

“Yes! I’m single!” Someone yelled from the back. He chuckled as others screamed with agreement. 

“That’s nice ma’am. But really, I got three questions.” He made his way down the stage, his shadow covering your table. 

He palmed his chest and abs, showing white chest hairs and slicked down muscles. 

“Can you touch this?” Everyone screamed for yes. He tutted. 

“No, no, no.” He waggled his finger. He spun and exposed his lush tush. He was packing it front and back and you blushed while putting your face in your hands. 

His hands groped his own butt. Even with his giant hands, he still had more ass to spare. 

“Can you touch this?” The screams grew louder. He waggled his finger again, wiggling his butt. 

“No, no, no.” The crowd awed. He turned back around, a cocky grin on his face. 

“Now, ladies.” He pointed to the crowd. 

His palms groped the leather that concealed his huge package. 

“Can you touch this?” Your friend threw a wad of cash at him, hitting him in the nipple. He stood unflinching. 

“No, no, no.” He drew out each word. 

“These are my laws.” Putting his hands on his hips, he rocked left to right, clicking his spurs. 

“But I see a hell of a lot of lawbreakers here tonight.” 

He shifted to walk around the chair placed behind him. He sat on it backward, legs spread to place his groin in the spotlight. 

“And I don’t see a cop in sight.”  He pointed at the DJ. 

“Hit it!” Music blaring, he did his number. And boy, was the DJ right to warn you. Dante practically made sweet love to the chair, flipping his head back. 

Hips circling and then pistoning the air, sweat trailed down his pecs. 

You ended up throwing a few bills, hoping to avoid eye contact. It failed as he slid to his knees to the edge of the stage and crawled off the ledge onto your table. Like a preying tiger, he made his way over to you. 

Thank god you had health insurance, your blood pressure was going off the charts. 

Your friends lost their heads, throwing bills and screaming like banshees. But he wasn’t interested in them. His eyes preyed after your own, baby blues on an absolute beast. 

“Wanna save a horse and ride a cowboy, pretty girl?” He purred as he traced your jaw. Your skin jumped as you internally imploded. This was was too sensual and people were watching, for goodness sake! 

“(Y/N), if you don’t agree I will cancel your Barnes and Noble membership.” Your friend threatened. 

“Come on, spare this outlaw some sugar?” You didn’t have a moment to think. Dante threw his hat on your head and carried you onto the table and to the stage. 

“Oh my god! Oh my god!” You shrieked. 

He ran hot. So hot. Your skin burned at contact with him, pressed up against his chest as he stood you in front of the chair he practically humped. 

“Take a seat, lil lady.” You blushed at his sensual persona, not sure where the kind bartender and the suave cowboy started and ended. 

Obediently, you turned the chair around and sat with your ankles crossed. Dante tutted in disapproval. 

His hands lingered by your legs.

“May I?” He asked. You shook your head slowly, feeling his callused hands on your thighs. He firmly spread your legs and stood over you on the chair. 

As if that wasn’t enough, his arm muscles bulged and twitched as he ripped off his leather chaps. He ripped the chaps. There were no zippers or velcro straps. That was all him! 

Your face a hair’s width from his abs, he gently took your hands and traced his pecs with them. He growled and winked at you. 

Despite the one in a million situation you were in, you shrank at the many peering eyes of the other women and bar patrons. Your anxiety was seen by Dante, who tilted your head up. 

“Hey, it’s alright. Just focus on me. If you’re nervous, just give me a purple nurple or something, alright?” You laughed at his idea of a safe word and nodded. 

“Okay, Dante.” 

And like that, it was like you pulled a trigger. Dante grinded on your form and explored his own peak-conditioned skin with your own hands. 

You gasped as he led your hands down his front to his leather shorts. You couldn’t stop looking with widened eyes at his crotch. You had read erotica before, describing the male member in the throes of passion, yet this was the first time you had really been this close to anything like those erotic novels. 

It was obscene! Why did it seem to get larger? How was he allowed to carry that thing around without a license?! 

“Hey, eyes up here.” He teased as you snapped your head up. 

“O-oh! Sorry.” You whispered. Your blood had rushed to your head and you had grown deaf to your friends’ yells of validation. 

“Grab him by the buns!” One of your friends yelled. Dante turned around to make eye contact with her. 

With a grin, he slid your hands to the back. What he didn’t expect was you to squeeze. 

“Whoa now, kitty.” He purred. You gave a watery smile. 

Suddenly, a water bottle was thrown at his head. With lightning reflexes, he caught it after it bounced off of him. 

“Hey! Stage times’ over, you fucking show pony.” A short-haired woman with mismatching eyes called out. Dante scoffed. 

“Just givin’ a nice lady some lovin’.” He argued. 

“No, get off the stage, Dante.” 

“Five more minutes?” 

“NOW.” He sighed. Getting off of your lap, he kissed your hand that was resting on his thigh. Lord, if you died right now, that’d be fine. 

“Glad to have this dance.” He flirted. 

“Y-you too.” Taking your hand, he took you for another surprise and swept you off your feet. You squeaked as he handed you to another dancer on the ground. The club-goers cheered as dancers arrived, dressed like businessmen with briefcases. 

You were promptly seated, head dizzy from everything that just happened. You watched as he took his leave as if he didn’t just cause you to get feverish from how hot he was. Your friend hugged you. 

“Nice work! You were so lucky!” Another friend plucked the hat off your head. 

“Ah! He left his hat!”  You exclaimed as you took it from her hands. 

“A souvenir.” 

For the rest of the night, you held onto the hat and traced the red stitching. You never saw Dante for the rest of the night, his brother in charge of the bar service. 

Finally, before the last round of dancers, you were tapped on the shoulder. You found yourself staring into much harsher blue eyes. 

One of your friends threw money at him, which he growled at. 

“I am not an entertainer. Well, not right now.” He explained. He handed you a drink with a napkin on the bottom. 

“My buffoon of a brother said to keep the hat. Although, I’m not sure why you would.”

“I-”

“The drink is on the house. Good evening with you all.” 

 He walked off, and you took your drink. You realized it was the same one you ordered when you got to the bar. 

“Hey girlie, take a look.” A well-manicured nail pointed to the napkin. You saw in red pen an arrow pointed to the folded corner. 

You shakily opened it to reveal a series of numbers and words, along with a card that flitted onto the table. 

Tonight was fun, wanna do it again? The card’s for a private dance, just call and ask for Dante Sparda. No crowds, only you and me. No Lady barking up my tree for appreciating beauty either-DS 

A little heart with an arrow through its center was scrawled in a corner. You picked up the laminated card and saw it was for a free private dance. Your heart beat out of your chest. 

Your friends laughed as you immediately stuck it in your purse, along with the note. The club closed and you were all ushered out. The night was pitch black when you emerged from the debauchery that was the Devil May Cry strip club. 

As your other wasted companions were stuffed into the car, you sat shotgun to the sober and designated driver. 

You were silent the car ride home, laying your head against the window. You thought about that white-haired flirt’s remarks and how gentle he was to you.

Waving and embracing your wonderful friends, you left for your apartment with all your gifts. However, the little slips of paper in your purse weighed the heaviest on your mind. 

High heels in your hand, you climbed up the stairs home. 

After closing the door, you slid down the wall and let out a pleased sigh. 

“Best birthday ever!” You said to no one in particular. 

[bubble-booty-valkyrie]

Spirits were high as people cheered and drank loudly in celebration of their saviors, the music blasting throughout the small bar as they toasted to the two teams of Huntsmen and Huntresses who had been sent to their small, western town to help keep them safe from the grimm. Laughs were had, drinks were shared, and gifts were passed onto them as the town showed their appreciation for the young women and men who came in their time of need.

And they were certainly in need, the two teams having been fighting non-stop for almost a full 24 hours before the grimm finally tapered off and the town was considered safe, but not without sacrifice. Their clothes were ruined, ripped, and torn to near shreds, and since they didn’t expect such a high stakes mission, none of them happened to bring a change of clothes. Luckily, the town they just saved was very inviting, offering clothes, food, showers, and roofs over their heads, anything for the brave young men and women who just saved their lives.

Unfortunately, the town was what Weiss would call a ‘backwater dustbin’ where farming was the majority of work available, which meant that from heel to toe, most people were dressed like spaghetti western wet dream. From plaid shirts, stetson hats, and leather boots, it wasn’t exactly a shocker that team RWBY and Team JNPR were given clothes that made them looks just as much like cowgirls and cowboys like the rest of the town.

Most of them really didn’t mind, thankful for the clothes they were given. Others(Weiss) wanted to go home. Yang embraced her new look, wearing skintight jeans, a red plaid shirt, and a nice stetson, she looked the part of the beautiful southern bell, she of course forced Blake and Ruby to dress similarly, but Weiss would sooner run Yang through then where a cowboy hat.

RWBY’s sister team were any better off, the boys dressed in jeans and button ups, stetsons that a certain redhead demanded they wear, and boots just like the locals. Not too shabby, if the local girls had any say in the matter as they eyed the two up.

Pyrrha herself was dressed in a rather simple white dress, nothing too special, but it definitely accentuated her beauty.

Team Rwby(mostly Yang) were happy to drink along with the town, some of the younger, handsome men trying to woo the beautiful Huntresses for a fun night alone with any one of them, even a few focusing on the youngest of the team, much to her older sister’s amusement.

Pyrrha of their sister team, however, was getting the most attention, and unfortunately, she didn’t drink, so she was tasked with being the mother hen, and to make sure none of her friends got lost, or too drunk. Something she was failing at, honestly, but Yang was never someone who could be held down.

But, Pyrrha wasn’t worried about Yang, nor her currently-surrounded-by-lustful-women male teammates, she was worried about her fellow redhead.. Said little redhead was was currently stood up on a small stage while the crowed cheered at her to chug the mug of beer in her hand. And chug she did, downing that mug in just a few seconds much to the crowd’s yelling and egging on.

What was Nora dressed in? Beacon Huntresses obviously had a reputation, from being taught how to fight grimm and save people, they were taught to be the naughtiest, nastiest, best little sluts they could possibly. So while Yang did her best to set up a foursome with the men hitting on her, and Blake started grinding on a horse faunus, Nora had bigger plans.

Music blasted through the crowded honky tonk, a rather strange but fun mix of country and bass that only made Nora that much eager to give the lovely people a show. After the last drop of beer slipped passed her lips, Nora threw the mug to the crowd with a cheer, her hips swaying and shaking to the music as all eyes rested on her lewd state of dress. So just how was Nora dressed?

Nora’s large leather boots thudded against the small stage as she walked up to the conveniently placed stripper pole, wrapping her hands around it while she put her back to the crowd, giving them all a first class view of her absolutely obscenely small jean booty shorts as they rode up between her massive, round, pale, creamy smooth asscheeks like a thong. Nora specifically asked for the tiniest little shorts she could get, shorts almost perfectly made to frame her fat, jiggly globes of bubble booty, all the while her round, perky breasts bounced and jiggled in a tiny red white and blue bikini top.

Nora slowly spun around that pole, showing off every inch of her curvy, thicc body to the men and women who catcalled and whistled for more, the grin on her beautiful face the only thing they could see as the rim of her cowboy hat hid her eyes from view. The bass hit hard around her as she stopped with her back to them once again, both of her hands gripping that pole while she shook her wide, sexy hips side to side, her cheeks jiggling for them all while she got into the groove of the foreign music.

Nora bent at the waist and stuck her fat ass out behind her, jiggling her ass and just barely starting to bounce her ass to the beat, listening to the cheers and catcalls to shake her fat ass with a grin on her face. She would have done a little fancy pole dance, but she felt like the people here would appreciate something a little simpler, evident by the dollar bills thrown up at the stage for her to do more.

Nora was more then happy to oblige, starting to really bounce her massive booty up and down to the beat like a pro stripper, each lewd, obscene move of her extra thicc hips making the crowd go wild, quite possibly having been the first time they’ve seen a properly trained whore shake her ass.

The night was warm, and the bar was hot, sweat dripped down Nora’s powerful, thicc, juicy thighs as she stepped it up a notch, finally spreading her legs just enough to slowly slide her hands down the pole, and get into a deep, lewd squat that got her bouncy bubble ass even closer to the crowd, all the while slowly building up in speed to really start twerking and bouncing her fat ass up and down like a sweet little slut.

Sweat dripped and shined up Nora’s absolutely slutty, giant, pale, smooth, plump, globes of flesh as she bounced, jiggled, twerked, and wiggled them for the crowd as she looked over her shoulder with a nice, big, eager smile. Nora loved her job~

“Woo~! Shake that ass, Nora~!” Yang cheered, much to Weiss’s annoyance.

Nora gave a little wink and a tip of her hat, finally getting onto the main show. With a little extra twerk and bounce of her wide hips, Nora’s asscheeks met with a nice, loud, meaty clap, over and over again~ With each twerk and bounce, Nora’s fat, round cheeks met with a smack, perfectly clapping and jiggling for the crowd, and even being met with a nice hard smack from a few of the larger, bolder patrons.

Nora didn’t mind, simply grinning and giggling while shaking that ass even harder, almost begging for more spanks and gropes from the rowdy men she was entertaining.

Nora could see just how many men had lined up to watch her fat ass jiggle, each one with their own bulge, ranging from big, to fucking massive, and even a few of those horsey faunus had been drawn in hoping for a chance to get lucky with the little redhead.

Nora was gonna have a long, fun, hot, sweaty night, her cheeks clapping and slapping loudly as she continued twerking and jiggling her ass for them. Tonight, she was gonna be a real cowgirl, and every cowgirl needed a nice big horsey to ride~

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I hope you all enjoyed this little collaboration between me and an artist friend of mine~! They’re super amazing, and I wanna thank them for making this cowgirl Nora for me~!

[verobatto]

Destiel prompt: Dean and Charlie are bff/roomates and Cas is their hot new neighbor who just moved in across the hall

Thanks Anon! Oh my! A College AU! Yay! Hope you like it!

Unexpected Hiatus Quarantine Prompts

War Strategy

Destiel AU one shot

Link to AO3

Okay, that was getting hard. There was not way out. He was surrounded by armies, he had lost so many men in battle, he knew this was the end.

A drop of sweat rolled over his forehead, falling through his cheek, his eyes were full of distress, and he was breathing hard.

"Okay, Dean. This is not chess, you know." Charlie thundered in front of him. They were playing Risk and Dean was blatantly loosing.

"I have to think, you just kicked my ass in every movement I made," Dean exclaimed, spreading his arms.

"Give up," said Charlie, not impressed with his roommate's dramatic performance. She laid back on the chair, crossing her arms.

"Never!" Dean raised a finger to the ceiling. Then he put his fist on his mouth, scowling focused on the board game. Suddenly he snorted and stood up, "I give up, do you want some coffee?"

Charlie huffed a little laugh of disbelief, then she stood up too, "Sure," she said when someone knocked at the door. Both roommates exchanged puzzled gazes.

Who could it be? They were in winter break, and the University was almost empty. All their friends were with their families, not Charlie because she was a rebellious child, same with Dean, the idea of sharing his vacations with his not adorable sister in law Amelia, wasn't so appealed.

"I'll go," decided Dean, he opened the door and his mouth dropped at the sight of a gorgeous angel with blue, beautiful eyes, wild black hair, pink sinful lips, and tan perfect skin. Dean thought such beauty was impossible, so maybe he was unreal.

The guy smiled uncomfortable, "Hi, I'm… Castiel… Castiel Novak, your new neighbor, I just tried to… I wanted," Dean was a solid stone blocking the entrance, his eyes focused in that heavenly apparition. But… he wasn't answering, not moving at all.

Charlie noticed this, and went to the rescue, she almost jumped in front of Castiel, trying to pass between the door and his petrified friend, "Hey! Hi Castiel! Welcome, my name is Charlie," she smiled fondly, offering her hand, Cas took it and smiled back.

"Hi, my pleasure," he said, Dean blinked, now he knew how the sun should be if it was shining in front of you.

"Ahm…" Charlie side eyed her friend, "And this is Dean, my roommate," she pointed, punching him slightly in the chest. Dean reacted and offered his hand to the newcomer.

"Welcome, Cas… tiel…" he frowned at his own weirdness.

Cas chuckled and bowed his head, Dean gulped, he was a real Adonis.

"Cas is fine," he said, then he locked his blues with Dean's greens.

Charlie smiled mischievously at the sight of that, then she cleared her throat and asked, "Okay Cas, would you like to come in a couple of hours to our place and drink some beer?"

"Oh, I would love to," the beautiful man turned his head to answered her with another bright grin. Dean swallowed.

"Great!" Charlie clapped her hands, and Dean flinched, as if he was dragged back to reality with that clap.

"See you in a couple of hours then," Cas said, looking at her, then he drifted his eyes to Dean, "See you, Dean." There was a hint of flirtation in his voice. Dean licked his lips and waved his hand awkwardly, but not words came out. Castiel wheeled around  and left.

Dean was still watching longingly at his closed door, Charlie grabbed him by the arm and pushed him sharply inside their room.

"What is wrong with you?" She asked putting her hands on her hips.

 Dean straightened in his place, "What do you mean?"

"You froze!" She snapped.

"I… I didn't!" He crossed his arms defensively.

"You did, so now we need some war strategy if you want to conquer that dreamy boy," she murmured to herself, walking thoughtful around the place, one hand in her chin.

Dean blinked, "I need what?"

Charlie side eyed him exhausted, "Dean, is so obvious you fell at first sight for him and he was blatantly flirting with you," she waved her hand pointing at the door.

Dean frowned, "You think?" Then he smiled goofily.

The girl sighed, "Yes, so go and take a bath put some sexy t-shirt on, and some perfume, and let's plan some pick up strategy, soldier," she ordered.

"Yes sir!" Answered with animosity Dean, running to the bathroom.

Charlie huffed and shook his head slightly.

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Castiel arrived with some snacks and Charlie invited him to pass, he looked breathtaking, and that was a literal description, because he took all the air out from Dean's lungs.

"Come, sit, we were talking about how much free time we have these weeks before student schedule start, right Dean?" Commented Charlie, naturally, placing herself in front of the couch, where Dean was already sitting, and where Castiel choose to sit too. They exchanged gazes. And Dean was frozen again.

"That's great, we can have fun, then." Added Castiel, staring at Charlie, then he flicked his eyes suggestively to Dean. The poor soldier blushed.

Charlie drowned a laugh, and looked away.

"So, Cas… what movies do you like? We can watch Netflix," she offered, giving him a beer.

"Oh, I like any kind of movies," Cas answered, "what about you, Dean?" He asked, watching him by the corner of his eye while giving a sip to his beer.

Dean followed Castiel's lips sucking that precious liquid, and gulped, "Yes Ahm… cowboys maybe?" he stuttered, hypnotized with Cas' graceful movements.

Charlie was enjoying his friend's messy attempt to not die in battle.

"And Cas… do you have someone special?" Charlie shoot, Castiel laid back on the coach.

"No I don't. Yet," Cas bowed his face mischievously, and Charlie laughed out loud, it seemed like they both were working together in the same direction, Dean watched her puzzled. "What about you, Dean are you with someone special?" Cas wheeled his whole body towards him, and put his head resting on his hand, his arm comfortably on the couch's back. Castiel's gaze was intense. Charlie giggled amused.

Dean swallowed, "I don't…"

"Oh… that's great. Maybe we could go for a drink...  or a coffee..., sometime, what do you think?" Asked Castiel, and Dean flinched.

"Oh! Maybe tomorrow, Dean is free tomorrow, isn't Dean?" Charlie pointed, chewing a snack with a pranky smile.

"I...I… actually I am yes…" he babbled, staring at Castiel and blushing, then he grinned awkwardly and lowered his face, "I… I would love to drink coffee or beer, with you, or both…"

"Fantastic, tomorrow at 7 PM is okay?" Castiel flicked his eyes to Dean. And Dean nodded, his face was red.

"Okay! All settled! Let's watch a cowboys movie then!" Announced Charlie, playing Netflix on the TV.

"Oh, you don't have to choose the movies I like…" Dean waved his hand dismissively. 

His roommate swiveled around and smirked, then she said, "Oh yes, even when you suck at strategies, you won a prize today."

Castiel chuckled and Dean frowned ashamed.

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Yay! I had fun with this one!

Tagging my friends... @emblue-sparks @magnificent-winged-beast @agusvedder @michyribeiro @lapsus-story @casualpandabeliever @a-bit-of-influence @trashblackrainbow @bluebell-24 @ashleyzander @dean-is-bi-till-i-die @destiel-shipper-11 @love-neve-dies @sunshineandwings86 @staycejo1 @justmeand-myinsight @dizzypinwheel @jawnlockwinchester @breathing-oximoron @legendary-destiel @shippsblog @spnsmile

Stay safe and stay at home!

[epicstuckyficrecs]

Weekly Recap | September 16-22

A bit late, but better late than never! :P

Complete

a slow start by birdjay/ @bird-jay (PWP | 2,6K | Explicit): It’s a gorgeous sight, Steve spread out like this. He wants to lick, wants to bite, wants inside where he’s hot and tight. Wants to make Steve make that gasping noise that he loves so much.

Ceasefire by ipoiledi/ @ipoiledi (PWP | 4,5K | Explicit): It's too hot out to be alive, is what it is.

The Pugilists by ipoiledi/ @ipoiledi (PWP | 4,5K | Explicit): There’s only one way Steve wants it when he gets like this, and nice ain’t the word for it, that’s for damn sure.

To the Victor by ipoiledi/ @ipoiledi (PWP | 1,8K | Explciit): “Oh, Thor,” Bucky remarks, and Steve huffs a laugh, warm and low against Bucky’s cheek. “You sure are seeing a lot of this guy lately.”

💙 Calisthenics by ipoiledi/ @ipoiledi (Steve/Thor, PWP | 5K | Explicit): Thor’s laughing. “I mustn’t tease you so,” he decides.

💙 We didn’t need this to love each other, but I’m glad we get to do it anyway by AidaRonan/ @bisexualstarbucky (Canon divergent | 1,9K | Teen): Or the one where same-sex marriage finally gets legalized in NY and two very old men do the thing.

💙 Next Chapter by NachoDiablo/ @samstevebuckyhq (Famous/Not-Famous | 15K | Explicit): Bucky’s life is at a bit of a standstill these days as he commits to embracing his inner hermit, brewing the perfect pour-over, and writing popular fanfic for the Avengers movie franchise. When he strikes up a friendship with Steve, the snarky yet earnest fan of his latest fic, he finds himself opening up for the first time in years. Things get more complicated, however, when Bucky realizes that Steve’s more than just an everyday fan of the Avengers. As he and Steve grow closer, Bucky will have to decide whether or not he’s ready to start moving forward again.

Stranger in the Shell of a Lover by dragongirlG/ @dragongirlg-fics (Modern AU, sex worker Bucky | 10K | Explicit): Bucky is a young truck stop sex worker in Brooklyn who's trying to save money for sisters' college fund. He doesn't usually get attached to his clients, but he finds himself making an exception for Steve, a regular who always treats Bucky with gentleness and respect. When Steve finds Bucky in the bathroom the night before Thanksgiving, injured due to rough treatment from another client, the boundaries of their relationship blur and leave them both wondering if there could be something more between them.

💙 A Hunk of Burning Love by cleo4u2/ @cleo4u2 (Chris Beck/Johnny Storm | 10K | Not  Rated): Dr. Chris Beck is a dedicated, intelligent, NASA astronaut. Johnny Storm is a disgraced NASA pilot, a superhero, and a practical joker. This is how they fall in love on the trip to rescue Mark Watney.

the long lost ghost by StuckySituation/ @stuckysituation (Stripper Steve, WS Bucky | 4,9K | Teen): Modern!AU with a drunk HYDRA agent sending Winter Soldier on an escort mission, and Steve "Captain America" Rogers getting the shock of his life when his long lost fiancé isn't quite as dead as everyone thought. (Part 1 of Stripper!Steve AUs)

the one where Bucky is NOT making a scene by StuckySituation/ @stuckysituation (Stripper Steve | 1,4K | Mature): Bucky is busy moping in the guest room that the cute guy is giving a strip tease show to his sister, but when he overhears few guests dissing the stripper for not being a big and buff American beefcake, he has to step in and defend the guy's ultimate sex god level sexiness. (Part 2 of Stripper!Steve AUs)

secrets and sex workers by StuckySituation/ @stuckysituation (stripper Steve | 2K | Mature): Bucky frowns at the message and calls Jenny back. “You sent me the wrong address.” “Uh, no I didn’t. I double checked it with the guy before I sent it to you.” “It’s my address, duh.” “What? No way.” She laughs. “Unless you’ve suddenly turned into a blonde hunk who goes by the stripper alias Captain America and is literally a walking wet dream, then nope. My cousin assured me he’s legit.” “...a blonde hunk?” (Part 3 of Stripper!Steve AUs)

💙 Beyond the Yellow Book Road by crinklefries/ @spacerenegades (Shrunkyclunks | 30K | Teen): Before he was Captain America, he was Steve Rogers, knobby kneed and wild-eyed, with scrapes on his knuckles and a book in his hands. In 1942, he leaves for war and eventually crashes the Valkyrie. In 2011, Steve's body is dragged from ice off the coast of Greenland. In 2015, he meets a bookstore clerk. This is what happens when a superhero loses his way home and the only way back is through the Yellow Book Road.

Anything You've Done by AidaRonan/ @bisexualstarbucky (Canon | 1,3K | General): "I want it to be different," Bucky said. "So we'll make it different."

Reading in progress

avalanche by pieandsouffles/ @amerrichavez (Uni AU | 46K | Explicit): super-straight fraternity presidents. super-meddling friends. what could go wrong?

WIP 

💙 Latte Art and Slow Dancing in the Dark by deadonarrival (Modern AU with powers, Daddy kink | 16/20 | 81K | Explicit): Bucky is a somewhat well-adjusted former army sniper that got his shoulder blown out. He took his discharge and went home to finish school. His best friends and roommates (Nat & Clint) are CIA agents and tip him off that their local Sbux is hiring. He gets a job there and meets none other than the hottest guy on earth. So how does one get a date in the most top secret government location in the US? What happens when that guy is more than just a hot dorito and wants to give Bucky everything he wants? 

💙 oh the glory of it all by hitlikehammers (Post-Endgame | 4/23 | 9,9K | Mature): They end up stumbling almost unexpectedly into the white-picket-fence, apple-pie life they used to dream of. Except it’s not like that at all.

💙 This Side of the Blue by notlucy/ @notlucy (Mermaid AU | 37/44 | 135K | Explicit): A trick was the only explanation for what Steve saw floating there. This figment of his childhood. This myth. This legend. Within the tank, the siren bared its teeth.

💙 four dreams in a row where you were burned by voxofthevoid/ @voxofthevoid (canon divergent, post-Endgame, 1945 alternate timeline | 6/? | 34K | Mature): When Steve uses the last of his Pym Particles to travel to 1944 and save his best friend, he doesn’t have a plan beyond leaving behind the battlefield and living his life alongside the people he loves. But the life that finds him is not the one he expects.

💙 Political Animals by crinklefries/ @spacerenegades, Deisderium/ @deisderium (Modern AU, politics | 6/9 | 55K | Explicit): Okay, so the real problem is that you shouldn’t fuck your arch-rival, political enemy, and the person you loathe the most in the world where you work. Or like, at least, you shouldn’t keep doing that.

Not In That Way by onymousann (Canon-divergent, post-Endgame | 2/5 | 11K | Not Rated): “I think— I want to stay. After the jump. I want to stay.” Or, Steve's epic stupidity and bad decision-making have unintended consequences.

dirt king, black crown. by Spacedog/ @softpunkbucky (Cowboy AU | 1/2 | 3,5K | Explicit): The year is 1877. In the sun-baked town of Timely, Sheriff Steve Rogers is in mourning. It’s been five years since Bucky Barnes—Steve’s deputy, best friend, and lover—fell to his death. But as a masked vigilante gunman begins killing off ranchers and railroad executives at the edges of that dusty desert town, Steve is forced to reconsider his role as sheriff, long-held truths, and the very legitimacy of Timely itself.

Re-read

💙 Fraternizing With the Enemy by AidaRonan/ @bisexualstarbucky (Uni AU | 7K | Explicit): Steve and Bucky are both the presidents of their respective fraternities. Steve thinks Bucky's frat is filled with selfish party animals who care about little else. Bucky thinks Steve is a giant pretentious douchebag who owns too many Lacoste polos. They hate each other. Passionately. Until they don't.

[cruecifymesixx]

Love and Leather /part fifty one/

Word Count: 9.9k

A/N: This is kinda a filler, but also not really at the same time. Wasn’t planning for this chapter be to this damn long. Anyways, enjoy! 

Warnings: language, half assed smut, so sweet it rots your teeth fluff

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*January 1990*

Vanity and Nikki found themselves lounging around the pool of a very nice resort. They had finally gone on the vacation to the Bahamas her grandparents had gifted a few months back. They decided to skip Christmas and just spend a week here. So far the couple had adventured all over the island, taking part in scuba diving, zip lining and jet skiing. Nikki was also adamant about getting Vanity in the shark cage with him, but that was a hard no from her. Now, after a day of exploring the island town, Vanity laid in one chair, wearing a dark blue bikini with black shades covering her eyes as she basked in the sun. Nikki sat besides her, softly strumming the strings of his bass.

“Ya know, Sixx. I was thinking...” Vanity perked up, taking a sip of her pina colada.

“Don’t hurt yourself angel.” Nikki teased, causing Vanity to gently slap his knee.

“Asshole-“ They both laughed together, “We should take more vacations together, this has been fun. Can we stay a little bit longer? Please?” Vanity begged, looking over at him and giving Nikki her best smile.

“Doll, I wish we could. But we have to get back by Saturday. We leave for tour in a week and i still need to get some stuff squared away before I leave.” Nikki expressed, groaning at the pouty lip she was giving him.

“I promise, when the tour is over we will go on vacation again, wherever you want too. You can pick.” He assured her, watching Vanity lay back down on the chair.

“Okay fine, but I want to go to Paris with you.” She smiled widely, reaching for his hand as he brought her hand up to his lips.

“Anything for you, Princess.” Nikki responded making Vanity grin cheekily as she took her hand back, placing it under her head as she continued to sun bathe.

Nikki chewed on his bottom lip, plucking at the strings as he eyed the cowboy hat he had been wearing on the today. His eyes were mainly fixated on the little black box that was hidden underneath it. He stared at Vanity getting comfortable in the chair, his eyes gazing down the contours of her body. He took in every detail of her. How her hair was pulled back in a messy bun that still made her look sexy as hell. Her skin was sun kissed and she was wearing tanning oil that made every inch of her glisten. He saw bruises from his fingers on her hips, as he saw marks from his lips on her thighs. He saw the scar on the side of her knee that was in the shape of a crescent moon. His eyes wandered down farther to the golden anklet that had little tiny roses on it.

“I can feel you looking at me.” Vanity says with a smirk and closed eyes under her sunglasses.

Nikki snapped out of his thoughts, “I don’t ever wanna stop looking at you...”

Vanity turned her head to the side, tilting her glasses down to look at him, “Well, I am pretty nice on the eyes.” Nikki rolled his eyes at her arrogance.

She took a sip of her cocktail and glanced over at him again, “You’re pretty easy on the eyes too, Nikki.”

Nikki bit his lip, smiling at her. He grabbed the little black box, dropping to one knee in front of her as Vanity’s eyes widened, “Nikki? What are you doing?” She asked pushing her sunglasses up and putting her cocktail down.

Nikki stared at her, clearing his throat before he decided on talking, “Vanity, I love you so god damn much. I know I’ve put you through hell and back and honestly, I don’t deserve you at all. I think...I think you and I are meant to be, we always find our way back to one another. I think in every universe as you like to put it, we would always find each other.”

Nikki pauses, opening up the tiny little box, “I won’t promise to be the best husband in the world, but I think I can promise you I’ll be an okay one. I want you, and I want this forever. What do you say doll? Will you marry me?”

Vanity teared up, placing her hands on the side of his cheeks as they both smiled at one another, “Yes Nikki! A thousand times over!” She exclaimed, quickly pulling him into a deep and loving kiss. Nikki smiles against her lips before he broke the kiss, gently taking her hand in his as he slipped the ring on her finger. He pulled her up to her feet, bringing Vanity into a strong embrace as he picked her up off the concrete. She laughed in his ear, wrapping her arms around his shoulder as she kissed his lips again.

“I love you.” Vanity says between pecks on the lips. She pulls away from him, leaning into his chest as she admires the ring. Her eyes widened at the sight of the diamonds that rested against the silver band.

“Does it live up to the princesses taste?” Nikki chuckled, but deep down he hopped she said yes.

Vanity admires the shimmering of the stones in the sunlight, “It’s absolutely perfect, Nikki. Thank you.” She smiled, giving him soft eyes as he nodded.

“You deserve nothing but the best. I wanted big, but not crazy big.” Nikki retorted

“Sixx, I would have been fine with one of the rings you always wear. Yours are cool.” She said sitting back down on her chair as Nikki sat across from her on his.

“Well, if I would have known...” He says, taking off a platinum ring, that had ‘Mötley’ engraved into it. It was one of his most prized possessions. The record label had gotten all four of them those rings right after ‘Shout at the Devil’ was released.

He put the ring in the palm of her hand. She held it tight before putting it on the thumb opposite of the hand that had the engagement ring on. Was still too loose, but not loose enough for her to lose it.

“We’re getting married!” Vanity squealed, as she broke out in a huge smile, causing Nikki to smile with her. She grabbed her half drunken cocktail, “Cheers, Sixx!” Nikki laughed, grabbing his water bottle.

“To us babe.”

*a few days later, Vanity’s POV*

I sat criss cross on the bed as I watched Nikki go back and forth between the closet and his suitcases. He was packing last minute for the tour, I told him to start even before we left for a mini vacation. But of course, he didn’t listen.

I frowned when he zipped up the last suitcase, “Do you really have to go?” I asked as he put on his jacket.

“Yes Van, you know I have to go. I’ll only be gone for six months. Then I’ll be back here for a month and then leave again.” He explained as I still pouted.

“That’s such a long time Nikki. We haven’t been apart before.” I explained as he chuckled.

“Princess, I’ve gone on countless tours and you were fine with it, what’s the issue now?” He asked as he grabbed his wallet and sunglasses from the nightstand.

“We weren’t together before.” I mumbled as he sighed and sat down on the bed next to me.

“It’s gonna be fine. We’ll be fine. Stop all that worrying in that pretty little head of yours. You’ll be fine and I’ll be fine.” Nikki tried reassuring me, but it wasn’t working.

“You trust me, right?” He asked, guiding me by my chin to look at him.

I nodded, “Yes, of course I trust you...”

“That doesn’t sound convincing babe.” He chuckled, pressing his lips to mine briefly.

I shook my head, taking his hand away from my face and holding it, “No! I do trust you. I just don’t trust the groupies and the people who may or may not offer you booze or drugs.”

He sighed, “The girls are always gonna be apart of it, that’s just how it is. But baby I love you and only you, you know that. Those chicks could never compare to you and they could never suck my cock as well as you can.” He said with a laugh as I lightly hit his chest.

“And the drugs or the booze, no one is gonna be around us that will jeopardize all of our sobriety. There’s gonna be rules.” Nikki explained as I nodded.

I pressed my hand against his cheek as he kissed the palm of my hand, “You’ll call me if it becomes too much? I don’t care what time it’s at, if you need me, call me.”

He put his hand on top of mine, “Yes, especially after I kick the groupies out of my hotel room after a long night of orgies.” He joked as I slapped his chest harder this time.

He wrapped his arm around me and brought us down to the bed, “I’m only joking.” He laughed as he kissed the front of my neck and down my chest a bit, “I’m going to miss you so god damn much.” He mumbled, laying his head on my shoulder.

I nodded, “I’m gonna miss you too. I don’t know what I’ll do with myself, we haven’t been apart since rehab.” I felt him sigh on top of me as he kissed my shoulder.

Our time was cut short as we both heard honking from outside, signaling the limo was here to pick him up. He got off of me and grabbed his suitcases. I helped him by grabbing his backpack as I followed him down the stairs.

“Just think, by the time the tour finishes we’ll be getting married.” Nikki spoke softly as I handed him the backpack.

“...And then a whole life of rockstar touring.” I said as he sighed, “...and you leaving all the time and-“ He cut me off by putting his hand over my mouth.

“You can always back out now if you want.” He suggested, eyebrow raised as he stared at me.

I scoffed, shoving his hand away, “Please, I am not a pussy.”

He smiled as he bent down to pet Anarchy, “You be good, pretty girl.” Anna wagged her tail and gave Nikki a sloppy, wet kiss.

Nikki handed his bags to the driver as he put them away. Nikki grabbed my hand and pulled me too him, arms quickly wrapping around my waist, “I love you, and I’ll be back. I’ll probably end up flying you out in a few months.” He mumbled as he kissed the top of my head.

I sniffled, feeling his light laughter as he held me tighter, “Van, Babe. Don’t cry, please don’t cry.” His voice was smooth as he pulled away from me, wiping my tears away with his thumb.

“We’re gonna be fine.” I told him as he nodded.

“Yes baby girl, cause we’re Nikki and Vanity and we get through everything.” He whispered before softly pressing his lips against mine. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer to me.

“Tell me I’m the best.” He muttered against my lips as I smiled into it.

“Nikki Sixx, you’re the best and you’re gonna fucking kick ass on this tour.”

Nikki smiled widely, stepping away from me as he still held my hand, “I love you and I can’t wait to marry you.” He said, kissing my ring before placing my hand on his chest.

“Sir, we have to get to the airport. The others are waiting.”

“I love you Sixx, go do what you do best.” I said as he smirked.

“Well, that requires me to take you back upstairs then.” He quickly replied, causing my face to heat up as I shook my head.

“Go away.” I told him as he laughed. Nikki stole one last kiss from me before getting into the limo.

“I’ll call you, doll.” Nikki said, rolling down the window as he put up the devil horns. I returned them right back as I watched the limo take him away.

I exhaled deeply, sitting down on our front steps as I played with the engagement ring. Anarchy laid down by my feet as I rubbed her back.

“Just a few months without him. We’ll be fine.”

*five months later, June 1990*

“Nikki! You got a call!” A roadie yelled for me as I stepped away from some girls after they asked me to sign their tits. I grabbed the phone and brought it up to my ear.

“Kept me waiting long enough, Sixx.” I smiled hearing Vans voice.

“Well baby, you caught me in the middle of something.” I chuckled as she groaned.

“Let me guess, another orgy?” She joked as I heard the wind in the background.

“You driving somewhere?” I asked as she stayed quiet.

“Yeah uh...just doing a few things. When does the show start?” She questioned as I looked down at my watch.

“Mmmm, in about forty minutes. Skid Row is on right now..” I explained as I heard her let out an audible gasp.

“Can...can you get me an autograph? I love them.” I rolled my eyes, “Is this gonna be another Guns and Roses thing?” I asked as she let out a laugh.

“No, but Sebastian Bach has really pretty hair and a nice voice, but I prefer my bassist.”

“Good answer, doll. I miss you. Did you get the invoice for the plane ticket next month?” I asked as I hopped up on a metal crate.

“Yeah I did, the lay over is really long but it’s fine I’ll deal with it...I miss you too Nik, I’m so bored without you. I taught Anarchy how to roll over.” Vanity explained as I smiled to myself.

“That’s good princess. And i know it’s been hard but we’re almost half way through it.”

“Nikki! We gotta go!” T-bone said, banging his drumsticks against the wall.

“Show time?” Vanity asked, I could hear the pout in her voice, “Yes Princess, ill call you when the shows over and I’m back at the hotel...and I’ll get you an autograph from the band too.”

I heard her giggle followed by loud yelling, “I thought you were driving?” I questioned as she again went quiet, “Vanity?”

“I was driving, but I got to where I needed to be it’s uh...just some guys doing stuff-“ I then heard some guy yelling for her over the phone.

“Nik, I gotta go! Good luck tonight! I love you!”

“I lo-“ I stopped talking when I heard the phone call disconnect. I handed the phone back to the roadie.

“Everything good back at home?” Tommy asked as I looked at him. I shook off my thoughts and put on a smile.

“Yeah man, lets go play.”

*Vanity’s POV*

“You’re late.” Doc said to me as I smiled, handing him over my luggage.

“You’re fault for getting me a late flight, and I was hungry.” I explained as he huffed. He handed me a lanyard that had a badge with Nikki’s face on it. I glanced at it, seeing him iconically sticking his finger up his nose. What a gentleman.

“He still doesn’t know you’re here?” Doc questioned as he led me to Nikki’s dressing room. No loose panties and no bottles of jack. It was completely different. The only thing that was left was cigarette smoke in the air.

“No, not a clue.” I smiled widely at him, “I gotta get dressed and then I’ll be ready to go out there.” I explained as he nodded and left me alone.

About thirty minutes later, I had finished getting dressed. I picked out a pair of ripped up tight blue jeans and a torn up Dr. Feelgood T-shirt. I left my hair down and touched up my make up before putting the backstage pass back on and walking out the door.

The closer I got to the stage, the louder the fans got and I could hear that the guys were playing ‘Girls, Girls, Girls.’

Doc motioned for me and led me to the curtain as Security escorted me down by the stage right in front of Nikki. I was trying to avoid being shoved by their unruly fans as I saw Nikki rolling around on the stage. My heart felt like it was about to jump right out of my chest seeing him again.

Also, if I was wearing panties they would have dropped to the floor. He was sweaty as hell, wearing tight leather pants and no shirt as his bass hanged loosely from around his neck. His face was covered by his hair before he flipped it back and out of his face as he continued strumming his bass. I sighed, perching my elbows up on the security barrier as I watched the guys play.

I’ve never heard them sound so well. Before, the sound was tolerable but it was always off due to one of them, usually Nikki being fucked up. It was refreshing, they all looked so healthy and happy. Even Mick had a little smile on his face.

A few girls to the side of me were screaming for him to pay even the tiniest amount of attention to them. One even went out of her way to remove her black and red bra from under her shirt and threw it at his boots. I chuckled when Nikki broke out into a smirk and hung the bra over his mic stand, then watched the three girls fight over the guitar pick he threw at them.

I decided I would rather surprise him backstage, so I walked through the crowd before heading through the security wall. I jumped up on a metal crate, sitting Indian style as I watched the roadies start packing things away, mainly Skid Row’s items as their name was spray painted on the side.

I hope Nikki is happy to see me. I mean, I know he obviously would be, but I was suppose to come next month and not this month. I just thought maybe the surprise would be nice for the both of-

“Hey, can I ask you a question?” My thoughts were interrupted when a man with long dark brown hair and a nose piercing connecting to his ear with a chain approached me. I sat up straight, realizing he was Rachel Bolan.

I shrugged, “Yeah, I guess?” I glanced over him, seeing the black muscle tank top he was wearing plus extremely ripped up blue jeans.

“Do your lips taste as good as they look?” He asked, a proud smirk plastered across his face as I let out a chuckle.

“Uh....how about you go ask Nikki Sixx when he gets off stage and let me know how it goes.” I suggested, eyebrow raised as the smirk left his face in an instant.

He stumbled over his next sentence, “oh, fuck. I-I didn’t realize...you’re the girlfriend. I-I uh mean the fiancé. I am so sorry.”

I was amused watching him, “I am. I’m Vanity. Nice to meet you.” I said sticking out my hand as he gently shook it, “I’m a fan of your band.”

He smiled, “Thank you, it’s nice to meet you too. Sixx and Tommy are always talking about you.”

He quickly continued, scratching the top of his head, “Look, I really am sorry. The lighting is bad back here...”

“And you thought I was a random chick you thought you’d get lucky with?” I asked, licking my lips as I watched him squirm.

“I...I mean...yeah...I saw a super hot chick just sitting here by herself looking lonely and might wanted some company.” He defended himself as he stared at me, well at my tits.

“Oh, Nikki’s gonna love this.” I giggled as I smiled widely at him.

“No! No! Please don’t tell him! I’m already on his shit list!” He expressed frantically, as I laughed some more.

“Oh, I’m sure you aren’t on his shit list. Nikki’s a nice guy...well when he wants to be.” I pondered over the idea, “What did you do?”

He sighed dramatically and hopped up on the crate next to me, his leg resting against mine, “okay, so everything was going fine and then one night I told him that the Ramones are way better than T.rex ever would be. And then he just started being a dick, he had my bass ‘stolen’”- he used air quotes as I tried following along, “by having Tommy hide it the whole night, it’s my favorite bass. Then, he totally told this chick I was trying to bang that I had crabs! And I don’t! So he told the chick to go be with Tommy! And she was smokin hot too! He then made me get a lap dance from a really ugly stripper, did you know there was ugly strippers? Because I sure as hell didn’t.”

I stared at him, “Well...you went wrong by saying the Ramones are way better than T.rex. That’s like one of his favorite bands ever. Plus, he’s probably been bored and just having fun at your expense.” I shrugged, listening to Tommy’s drum solo.

“Well he’s an asshole.” I scoffed at his statement.

“And he’s allowing your band to open up for him, so I’d watch it if I were you.” I replied hastily as he put his hands up in defeat.

“Look babe, I’m just venting. You wanted to know.” Rachel said, causing me to roll my eyes at the pet name he assumed was okay to call me.

“You sure know how to make an impression.” I mumbled, running my hand through my hair as I looked away from him.

“I think we’re getting off on the wrong foot, can I get you a drink? We have beer in our dressing room.” Rachel suggested, smiling widely at me.

“Thought no booze was allowed on the tour?” I asked him as he shrugged.

“Within the confines of our dressing room it is. So, what do you say? Want to come meet the rest of the band?”

I stared at him for a moment, “Come on! Motley isn’t going to be done for at least another thirty minutes. I’ll get you back to Nikki before he’s off the stage.” As he continued to persuade me I hopped off the crate and stood in front of him, backing up a bit as he towered over me.

We started walking to their dressing room as he slyly slung his arm over my shoulders. I tensed up, crossing my arms over my chest as I gave myself a hug, “We have beer, whiskey and some weed if you want some.”

“No blow?” I asked sweetly as he chuckled lightly.

“Only in my hotel room sweet face.” He said with a wink as I smirked back at him. We approached a door and I could hear yelling from the other side. Rachel held the door open for me as I followed in after him.

“What did you bring to the party this time, Rachy?” I cringed at the nickname.

“I found Nikki’s girl just hanging around backstage and she wanted to have a little fun. Vanity, this is Dave Sabo our guitarist, but we call him Snake.” Rachel explained as I smiled with tight knit lips as I watched his eyes travel down my body.

I could tell why they call him snake.

His lips formed into a smirk as he grabbed my hand and brought it up to his lips. Yuck. Only Nikki gets away with that, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, doll.”

I grimaced, “Don’t call me that. I’m Vanity or Van.” I expressed, seeing the groupies hang around their singer, glaring at me. What is it with chicks and blonde singers of rock bands?

“So Nikki’s girl, huh? I met that cat three years ago and I swear he would’ve never let pussy tie him down.” Dave, well Snake snickered as I rolled my eyes.

“Yeah, well things change.” I shrugged, glancing over at the table filled with booze and drugs.

“Dropped the needle and got himself a bitch.” Dave mumbled to Rachel as they both giggled. They were like the cheap knock off version of Tommy and Nikki.

“Show some damn respect, no wonder why you two can never get laid. Don’t know how to show a little modesty to a damn female.” Sebastian Bach stood in his half naked glory as my eyes wandered down and then back up quickly.

“It’s nice to meet you finally, Vanity.” Sebastian spoke kindly as he pushed his blonde locks out of his face.

“Like wise, big fan actually…can I uh maybe have an autograph?” I asked awkwardly as I laughed a bit.

Sebastian laughed, grabbing a Skid Row shirt and a silver sharpie, signing it before he gave it back to me, “You want a beer? Or are you sober too?”

I smiled a bit, “I’ll have a beer.” I sat down on the couch next to their drummer Rob, he paid no attention to me.

Sebastian handed me a cup of beer, “…you know, the pictures don’t even grasp how beautiful you actually are.”

I tilted my head to the side, “Could say the same thing about you.” I said, bringing the cup up to my lips.

Fuck! What are you doing, Vanity!! This is not another Slash thing!

Sebastian laughed a bit, “Thank you darling. I was told you were coming next month while we were in Miami?”

I shrugged, “Yeah, that was the plan but I miss him and I wanted to surprise him.”

The next thing that came out of his mouth, made me feel like he wasn’t even listening and was just taking me as a fun loving party chick, like the rest of these blonde headed bimbos in here.

“You want some blow?”

My eyes shifted to the plastic baggie of white powder he held between his fingers, “…as long as you don’t tell what we’re doing in here and you keep it between us.” Rachel added this time, taking the baggie from Sebastian and started shaping lines on the table.

These dudes were opening up for Motley Crue every night, more than likely hanging out with them afterwards. I’m sure Nikki and the guys knew they were under the influence, I mean I hope they would know. They knew the signs.

“Do you want some, sweetheart?” Sebastian asked me again, but I quickly stood up.

I cleared my throat, “Thanks for the autograph and the beer but I’m gonna go.”

He chuckled, “What? You have to be sober too?”

I tried smiling, “No, it’s just better if I leave. So I don’t get in trouble or anything, thanks for the offer.” I said reaching for the doorknob but Sebastian still followed me.

“Trouble? You’d get in trouble? From Nikki?” Sebastian laughed a bit as he tried to wrap his head around it.

“Well, when your boyfriend is a recovering addict and you get a little high on dust, a little argument happens and I’m not in the mood to argue with him, usually I am…but not tonight.”

He shakes his head, “I thought you were suppose to be more fun. From what Tommy and Nikki have mentioned and from what Slash has said too, we opened up for them too.”

My eyebrows raised as I glared at him, watching that grin of his slowly fade away, “Get the fuck away from me and take your stupid shirt.” I spat out, throwing the shirt at his torn up pair of converse before slamming their dressing room door shut.

What an asshole. To think I liked their music.

I shook it off, hearing that music was no longer playing throughout the arena and it was just the residual yelling of fans leaving. I walked down the long corridor seeing at the end a whole bunch of fans lined up leading to a room for a meet and greet session.

I sneaked my way into the room with minimal glares from their fans as I saw all four of them sitting at a table signing autographs and taking pictures. I hid behind two fans in front of me and waited until it was my turn.

Tommy saw me first, his smile became bigger as he nudged Vince and pointed at me. I reached across the table and gave them both a hug. Mick eventually saw me and only waved and smiled.

“Hey Nikki, can I have an autograph?” I questioned as he looked up at me. His smile grew wider as I chewed on my bottom lip staring at him.

“For the Princess? She can have anything she wants.” He smiled, singing a poster and sliding it across the table for me.

“No, no, can you sign my ass?” I questioned as his eyes grew wide, before he could even respond I unbuttoned my jeans. I turned around to face him and pulled them down just a little bit, not exposing much but just enough to tease him a bit.

I felt him sign his name beneath the tattoo before pinching it. I buttoned my jeans back up and turned around to face him, seeing his cheeks a crimson shade as he took a sip of his water.

“When will you be done?” I asked him, “Now, I can be done now.” He quickly spat out as he stood up, almost knocking the chair to the floor.

I chuckled a bit, “finish talking to your fans, I’ll be around.” I said, reaching over the table and giving him a kiss on the cheek.

“I’ve missed you.” He mumbled softly, putting his hand on the side of my face. In return, I only smiled at him before walking out of the room.

*Nikki’s POV*

I need to get out of these leather pants. Unbuckling them and unlacing the strings did nothing for the hard on I had going on. We breezed through every autograph and picture with our fans and soon enough I was telling the guys I’d catch up with them later.

I pretty much ran to my dressing room, just to see that Van wasn’t in here. I groaned in frustration, knowing that she was playing a game with me. And boy, was she fucking winning.

I left my dressing room to search for her. I searched where the food and beverage area was, she wasn’t there. I went back to my dressing room to see if she came back, she hadn’t. My ears perked up when I heard her laugh in the hallway. I stepped out the door seeing her walking between Vince and Tommy.

“Vanity.”

“Nikki.” Her lips curled into a smirk as she stared at me. I glared at my band mates as they took the hint.

“See you in a little bit Van.” The guys said before leaving, smirking at me and patting my shoulders before leaving us in the hallway together.

“Surprise?” She giggled before closing the distance between us. Her big hazel eyes burrowed holes into mine.

“When did you get here?” I asked, putting my hands on her hips as I pulled her to me, her body being pinned to mine.

She ran her nails through my hair, “Oh, maybe an hour or two ago. I was on the phone with you when I got to the arena.”

She continued, “I was even right in front of you in the crowd, but you were oblivious to me as those girls threw their bra at you.” She laughed, wrapping her arms around my shoulders.

“God, I’ve missed you.” I bluntly said, pulling her into a tight hug. I buried my head in the crook of her neck, taking in the smell of her floral perfume.

“I’ve missed you more.” She mumbled, reaching up to kiss my lips. I moaned into her mouth, tasting her vanilla chapstick. I deepened the kiss, pulling her closer to me if that alone was even possible. I put my hand on the side of her face, as she held my hand there. She nipped my bottom lip before I felt her tongue run across it. Her fingers entangled into strands of my hair, a low growl coming from the back of my throat.

She broke the kiss, pecking my lips once more as she held my hand and started tugging me back into my dressing room.

I slammed the door shut, quickly grabbing her and pinning her against the door. She quickly went for her shirt taking it off and throwing it to the floor. I left rough kisses against her lips, then her chin and trailed them down to her chest.

“So there wasn’t any orgies.” She giggled as I glared at her.

“I wish there was, but I’ve been good.” I moaned, unclipping her pink bra and throwing it to the growing pile of clothes on the floor. I engulfed her tits in my hands as I kissed down her chest again, tongue swirling around her hardened nipples.

I came back to her lips for a hungry kiss. God, I’ve just missed the feeling and taste of her. I moved my hands to her ass, grabbing a handful as I pressed her to me before picking her up, her legs wrapping around my waist as I moved us to the couch. She straddled my lap, cupping my jaw as she stared down at me.

“I love you-“ She gave me a soft kiss, “…so very much.” She whispered before getting off my lap and dropping to her knees in front of me. Her hands came up, fingers pulling apart the laces of my leather pants as she tried pulling them down my hips.

“C’mere.” I motioned for her, helping her stand up as I unbuttoned her jeans pulling both the denim and the underwear down her legs.

I wrapped my arms around her waist as I put her back on my lap. I reached between us, shimming down my pants and feeling her soft hand grip my cock as she slowly sunk herself down on me. I closed my eyes, throwing my head back in pleasure as she did so.

“Christ, Nik.” She moaned, her hips grinding into mine when she became situated. I guided her hips into me.

“Ride me nice and slow, doll.” I groaned, sucking in a deep breath of air as I watched my cock glisten with her wetness. She brought her lips down on mine, hands pulling on my hair as I started forcing my hips up to meet hers. I use to hate when chicks would pull my hair during sex, then Vanity did it one time and I was a fucking goner.

I nipped and sucked at the skin of her exposed neck, digging my teeth rather hard into her, only for her to yell my name out. I smacked her ass, only for her to be louder. I missed the sound of her sweet little moans and I needed to have it.

I wrapped my arms around her body, moving us so now she was underneath me on the couch. I gripped her leg and put it around my waist as I fucked her harder. I didn’t give two fucks about making love or whatever the hell you want to call it, and quite frankly I know she didn’t either.

“Nikki! Fuck!” She screamed out, wrapping her arm around my shoulder and digging her nails into my skin. I groaned into her ear, feeling her warm pussy tighten around my cock. And I knew I was a goner. But can you really even blame me? I’ve been away from my girl for months.

“I’m…I’m not gonna last…” I choked out as I softly kissed her lips, only for her to laugh under me.

“That’s okay.” She giggles some more, making me smile as she kissed me, nipping my bottom lip. I brought my hand between our bodies as my fingers danced around her clit, feeling her gasp against my lips.

“Come on princess, let me have it.” I moaned into her ear, gripping her hips as I made her take all of me. Her nails clawed down my chest, already leaving a visible mark as she choked out a broken up moan of my name when I felt her cum around my cock.

I focused on working her through it as her cries and whimpers echoed through my dressing room, feeling on edge myself.

“Yo! Sixx! Van!! They want us out!” Tommy yelled from the other side, banging on my door.

“Jesus Christ.” I mumbled, growing angry, “Fuck off T-bone!!” I growled as I tried putting my focus back on Vanity.

“C’mon Nik, cum for me.” Vanity egged me on, her teeth gently grazing over my ear. I felt my release bubble over as I slowed my thrusts down but still stayed inside of her.

“Mmm, I’ve missed you.” I mumbled, dragging my lips across her shoulder.

“Missed me or just missed fucking me?” She asked, running her nails up and down my back.

I chuckled, “Hm, I think as of right now I missed this sweet little pussy a bit more.” I teased as she rolled her eyes.

“Dudes!! Can we fucking-“ Tommy busted through the door and then smacked his hand over his face, “I am sorry, I didn’t know you two would be fucking already.”

Vanity was beet red as I kissed her cheeks, “T-bone, get out!” She yelled at him, rolling her eyes as she pushed me off her.

“Okay! Okay! I’m going! But get dressed we’re going to the strip club with the guys!” Tommy was ecstatic as I glared at him, he quickly left.

“Fucking Tommy.” I muttered as I pulled my pants back up, situating myself inside them. I handed Van her matching bra and panty set and she got dressed too.

I threw on a shirt and tied my laces as I watched her pull up her jeans and pull out a red laced tube top and put it on, “You ready?” I asked as she glared at me through the mirror.

“Okay, okay put on your make up and fix your hair.” I chuckled as she smiled back at me.

“Fix your hair too, it screams the ‘I just pounded my girl into the couch ten minutes ago’ look.” Vanity teases as I shook my head and ran my fingers through my hair.

“Yeah, Yeah. Don’t worry doll, there will be more later too. I’m just getting started.” I smirked at her, eyebrow raised as she stared at me before quickly breaking the gaze and continuing to fix her make up.

*Strip club, Vanity’s POV*

“Lemon drops?” A bartender offered the boys shots, they all glared at her.

“Don’t mind if I do.” I chuckled, reaching for one until I saw Vince’s glare set on me, and it fucking left me burned.

I slowly put the shot down, “Water is fine.” I mumbled as I sipped on my sparkling lemon spritzer.

“You can have a drink, you know that right? You know I don’t care.” Nikki said, wrapping his arm back around my shoulder as I sat there bored.

“No, it’s fine. Water is…fine.” I pouted, “Your bandmates seem to care.” I whispered to him as he rolled his eyes.

“Dude, Vanity can have a drink without you getting all pissy.” Nikki snapped at Vince as I frowned.

“Nik, stop it’s fine.” I demanded but Nikki glared at me in return, “No, you can have a fucking drink without this fuckhead getting his panties twisted in a knot!” Nikki shouted as he continued his hot gaze on Vince.

“This is just fucking great.” Vince cackled, “This isn’t fucking fun anymore and I’m sick and tired of not having any damn fun!” Vince yelled back as he slammed his empty glass of ice on the table.

“Whatever, did you guys see those new days in Canada? Eight more shows and then we can go home.” Nikki stared as Vince rolled his eyes.

“I didn’t see anything about any new dates.” Vince defended himself, “Maybe someone should let the lead fucking singer know what the fuck is going on here.”

Nikki chuckled, “Check your itinerary, man.” He shook his head before kissing the side of mine.

“Y’know what, Nikki? Fuck you and fuck the rest of this tour.” Vince spewed his anger out as we all went quiet and stared at him.

“Fuck me? Fuck you Vince. You’re the only one that’s being bitter and not trying to enjoy it sober-“

Vince quickly cut him off, “I’m gonna have a fucking cocktail, what are you gonna do about it Nikki? Van, let’s go get a drink.” Vince said, standing up as he pushed Tommy’s legs off the table.

I didn’t move, only looking up at him, “Fine, I’ll bring you one back.” He quickly walked to the bar, grumbling Nikki’s name and curse words as he left, only for Nikki to follow after him.

“Sixx, stop.” I said grabbing onto his hand but he brushed me off.

“Vince, c’mon man-“ Nikki said, grabbing his shoulder but Vince quickly turned around and shoved him away.

“Guys, just relax okay?” I said getting between them before Nikki had a chance to react, “Everyone’s tired and wants to go home, but this is not what you guys do. Both of you need to calm down.” I ordered the both of them as they kept glaring at one another

A bartender came up with another tray of shots as Vince took one, throwing it back as he dropped the glass to the floor, causing it too shatter as Nikki had a deadly smirk plastered across his lips.

“How about you get me that fucking itinerary, bass player.” Vince rolled his eyes before heading to the bar, where the rest of Skid Row was hanging out.

Nikki left me at the bar, ordering me a jack and coke before he left to go sit with the guys. I sighed, waiting for it to be made before I walked back to them.

“I’m sick and tired of him.” Nikki grumbled as he lit a cigarette.

“We’re just tired of being in each other’s faces. A month home will do us all good.” Mick spoke, under dark shades and cigarette smoke.

The three of them agreed as I sipped on my cocktail, glancing over and seeing Vince drinking and laughing with the other band. Rachel saw me looking and took the initiative to come over.

“You want a drink?” He asked, as Nikki’s attention quickly went to his. I held up my glass to show him, “Oh…right…I just didn’t know if you’d be allowed to drink around them.”

I rolled my eyes, “I told you I was earlier.” I closed my eyes, instantly regretting it as I felt Nikki look at me.

“Earlier? You met him earlier?” He questioned as I nodded. Do I tell him he tried hitting on me? Or just let that one slide?

“Yeah, Yeah. Earlier when I was waiting for you. I met him and the rest of his band. Did you know Sebastian is a total dickhead?”

Rachel let out a laugh, “dickhead? So that’s why you were flirting with him earlier?”

I stared him down, “Shut up, I wasn’t flirting with him. Nik, I wasn’t. He offered me blow.” I spoke, wishing I didn’t say that either.

“Blow? He offered you fucking blow?” Nikki quickly glared at Rachel, “Dude What the fuck? We told you guys no drugs at the shows. We don’t give a fuck if you do it back at the hotel, but keep it away from us.”

“Offered you blow after you asked me for it.” Rachel spat back as Nikki looked at me, I could see the anger in his eyes.

“I did not ask for it!! I just made a joke cause you named off all the booze and drugs you have! I wasn’t asking for it.” I yelled at Rachel.

“Baby, I didn’t ask-“ Nikki put his hand up and I stopped talking.

“Just fuck off Rachel, make sure my singer makes it back to his hotel room.” Nikki demanded as Rachel quickly left.

“Nikki, I didn’t ask them for coke.” I told him as he nodded, “Yeah, Whatever Vanity.” Nikki shook his head as he finished off his water.

Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to come and surprise him this early.

“I totally knew Sebastian was a dickhead, just fucking look at him.” Tommy scoffed, rolling his brown eyes as he tried to make me smile.

“That wasn’t the worse part. I was minding my own business waiting for Sixx and Rachel comes out of nowhere and hits me with a cheesy pick up line because he didn’t recognize me at first.” I told Tommy as he chuckled.

“What did he say?” Tommy asked leaning in a bit closer to me.

“Do my lips taste as good as they look.” Him and I both cracked up in a fit of laughter, even Mick smiled a bit.

“And what did you say?” T-bone questioned, I licked my lips as I turned to face Nikki. I ran my nails through his hair, tugging his head to look over at me.

“I told him to go find Nikki Sixx and ask him yourself.” I muttered in a sultry tone before pressing my lips onto his, feeling the vibration from a suppressed growl Nikki had let out.

“Jeez, okay. We don’t want to see you two play tonsil hockey.” Mick spoke up as I broke away from Nikki, seeing his eyes turn dark with lust.

“Sorry Mick, I’ve just missed him so very much.” I teased as my hand trailed down Nikki’s chest, only to reach his belt buckle but he quickly grabbed my hand.

“I think we’re gonna head back to the hotel, we’ll see you guys in the morning.” Nikki spoke, standing up as he tugged on my hand.

“Goodnight boys.” I said, giving them both a hug before we left.

*back at the hotel*

“You just think you’re so damn cute, don’t you?” Nikki growled in my ear as he held me from behind as we walked down the hallway to our room.

“Maybe just a little bit.” I said, reaching back and palming his bulge through his leather pants, only for him to groan in my ear. Nikki attaches his lips to my neck once again, his teeth digging into me as his tongue runnimg across soothes the pain.

“No, baby. I gotta…I gotta show you something.”

I felt the smirk against my skin, “I’m sure it can wait.” He mumbled unlocking his door as he led me inside. Nikki wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me flush against his chest as he planted a deep kiss on me.

“No, no. I want to show you. I’ve been-“ I let out a hiss when his cold hands went under my dress to pull my panties down.

“Show me what, princess?” He muttered, fingers unzipping my dress as they ran down my spine. He moved us to the bed, having me lay down as he kneeled on the floor in front of me.

He hiked my dress up around my waist as he smiled like a kid on Christmas, “Just let me get a taste and then you can show me.” He mumbled, dragging his lips up my thighs, but I closed my legs.

I gently put my foot on his chest to push him away as I rolled off the bed, “It’s about the wedding.” I said, trying to control my breathing as I fixed my already falling off dress.

Nikki lets out a groan, burying his face in the bed, “Babe, I told you already. You can do whatever your heart desires, just come here and lay down so I can destroy that pussy again.” He whined as I scoffed.

“Um. First of all, Ew. And secondly, I want you to be involved and pick things out with me.” I cheekily spoke as I went through my suitcase that had been brought back to the hotel and pulled out a binder.

“Jesus, really? You’re organizing the wedding? Van, the wedding ain’t for another six months.” Nikki said, adjusting himself as he sat on the bed.

“Yes, and five months have already passed since we’ve gotten engaged. You said at the end of the tour we can get married.” I pointed out as he stared at me.

“But can’t it wait? I’ve been away from you for this long already, I just need to touch you. Thought you’d be more than okay with us rolling around in the sheets all night.” Nikki pouted like a spoiled brat as he crossed his arms over his chest.

I rolled my eyes, sitting down next to him and handing all the plans and details of our wedding over to him, “And I am thrilled for that, but I want to show you first.” I said batting my eyelashes at him as I rested my chin on his shoulder.

I watched as he flipped through the pages, “There. I looked at everything now, may I continue?” He asked, putting his hand between my thighs as he attempted to move upwards. I quickly swatted his hand away.

“Nikki! C’mon!!-“ I whined, “…can we just do one normal couple thing together?”

He chuckled, “Baby, there ain’t nothing normal about you and I.” Nikki swiftly kissed my lips as he finally gave into my wishes and started looking at it.

“You want to get married at a vineyard?” He questioned, giving me a strange look.

“Well, I thought the location was pretty and they have enough room for the party afterwards. They set it up all nicely with little twinkling lights and there’s a villa on the property that is a bed and breakfast so a lot of our guests could stay there.” I explained as he nodded.

I put on pajamas as he read through everything, just to crawl back besides him, “Is that okay? I didn’t want to do a beach wedding because like everyone does that, and getting married in a church isn’t for us.”

He nodded, “Yeah, that’s fine. When are you wanting to get married? Immediately after I’m home from tour?”

I shook my head, “No, you’ll be home around February and I thought maybe having it in the spring time would be good, maybe May? I haven’t picked the date yet…”

Nikki chuckled, “How about May twenty second?”

“Why May twenty second?” I asked him curiously as he glanced over at me.

“Dunno, it was the first day that popped into my head.” He smiled as I nodded.

“Okay. I’ll book it for May twenty second-“ Nikki interrupted me, “Can it be at night? Or like late afternoon? So there’s more twinkling lights or whatever.”

I smiled at him, kissing his cheek, “Of course, babe.”

He kept flipping through the pages, “White daisies, yellow sunflowers and lavender?”

I nodded, “I thought they were pretty…”

“It sounds pretty.” He said as I let out a giggle.

“What color tie do I have to wear?” Nikki questioned as I shrugged.

“I haven’t gotten to you yet. I know I want the groomsmen to wear these rose gold ties I found because the bridesmaids dresses will match their tie….I think you shouldn’t wear one, but mom thinks you should.” I explained as he huffed and rolled his eyes.

“If you don’t want me to wear one I won’t. Have you found a dress yet?” Nikki questioned, peering over to me as I shook my head.

“No, nothing stands out. It’s kinda bumming me out because I know what I want but then when I see it I hate it, so I don’t know.” I explained, frowning as he kissed my shoulder.

“I’m sure you’ll find it.” He assured as I nodded, “But where’s the cake?”

I chuckled, “I thought we could do that together, try all the samples, pick out the designs for it.”

He smirked, “Yeah, I’d like to do that with you….I’m sorry I’m not home to be planning it with you. But these are wonderful ideas, darling. I’m all for it.”

I sighed deeply, but nodded at his words, “I wish you were too. But I know, rockstar duties come first-“

He interrupted me again, “Rockstar duties do not come first. You come first, and then the music. You inspired me to write half the songs on the album anyways.”

I melted when I heard his words. I placed my hand on the side of his face, thumb brushing against his cheek, “May I make a request though?” He questioned as I nodded.

“Can the song we dance to be Elvis’s ‘Can’t Help Falling in Love’?”

I stared at him blankly as I studied the shit eating grin he had going on. That’s such a romantic song, and totally not what I had expected him to want.

“I mean, yeah. That can be our song. Are you sure, though? You don’t want ‘She Goes Down’? Maybe ‘Starry Eyes’?” I suggested as he let out a laugh.

“No princess, I want that one. Every time I hear it, I think of you.”

My smile was wide as he started singing it to me. He put down the binder and gently put me down on the bed too.

“Take my hand, take my whole life too…” he softly sang as he pressed kisses to my skin.

“For I can’t help falling in love with you.”

*three weeks later, Nikki’s POV*

I woke up in a jolt, feeling Vanity leave the bed quickly as she ran to the bathroom and started puking her guts up. I looked at the clock on the nightstand seeing that it was barely reaching nine in the morning.

I got out of bed, rubbing my face as I walked to the bathroom to hold her hair back as she continued to upchuck last nights dinner.

“Not to say I told you so, but both T-bone and I told you not to eat that sushi last night. That shit didn’t look right.” I chuckled lightly as I rubbed her back softly.

I felt her shake under my hand as she flushed the toilet and wiped her lip, “You okay?” I asked as I felt her head, “You don’t feel warm.” I said as she kinda shrugged me off and started rinsing her mouth out and brushing her teeth.

“I’m okay. I didn’t feel good last night either.” She mumbled as she looked at me through the mirror.

“Well, we can stay in bed all day, shows not till tonight, anyways. ” I explained as she shook her head.

“No. You have to meet the guys at noon for a photoshoot.”

Damn her for keeping track of my life.

“Do you want to come with me?” I asked as we left the bathroom and she got back into bed. I crawled in beside her and wrapped her up in my arms.

“I’ll pass. I just want to relax. I’m sure I’ll be fine by showtime.” She mumbled as she turned in my arms and buried her face into my chest.

I ran my hand up and down her back as I felt her relax against me. I kissed the top of her head as I heard her breathing change which meant she was falling back asleep. I decided to nap for a little while longer too.

*Vanity’s POV*

I woke up with a sour stomach and a bad taste in my mouth. I tried to control my breathing as I felt the nausea creeping back slowly. I looked over seeing a folded up piece of paper:

Van,

Had to head out. I’ll be back in a few hours. If you’re feeling better, let’s go out to dinner before the show. Love you xxx

N. Sixx

I slowly got out of bed, digging through my clothes as I pulled on a pair of leggings and a sweater. I called for the chauffeur shortly after and had him take me to the local grocery store to pick up some ginger ale and saltine crackers.

When we arrived at the store I told him I would only be a few minutes. I may have went to the store to pick up some home remedies, but I found myself looking at pregnancy tests.

Nikki’s dumb sometimes, I swear. I knew it wasn’t the sushi. I also knew that I hadn’t gotten my period since before I left California to join him on tour, and that was over a month ago. My period was suppose to be here last week and nothing has happened. The only thing that has happened was a lot of unprotected sex.

I sighed and grabbed a test, only to grab another one from a different brand and another one different from the first two. Better safe, then sorry. Which also applies to why we should be using condoms when I’m not on the pill.

I paid for my items, as the clerk gave me a weird look. Anyways, I hurried back to the driver as he took me back to the hotel. I had no idea when Nikki was going to be back, so I quickly went to the bathroom, locking the door for good measure.

I sat down on the toilet, using the first test as I did my thing and laid it out on the counter. Longest three minutes of my life.

My eyes widened when I saw that little plus sign, “oh fuck.” I muttered as I ran my hand through my hair.

I quickly ripped open the next package as I thankfully had enough in the tank to go again. Another three minutes passed as I furrowed my eyebrows in a confused expression as I saw both a plus and a minus sign, maybe the first one was just a false negative and maybe I missed my period because I’m stressed or maybe my hormones are off this month.

I started becoming panicked as I lit a cigarette and started smoking in the bathroom, which was quick to make me nauseous all over again so I quickly stubbed it out.

I opened up the next package, “Please..I’m begging you..” I whispered as I sat on the toilet trying to go. I took the test and waited, but this one took five minutes for the results to be ready.

I cleaned up the bathroom, throwing the tests to the bottom of the trash can, ripping off extra toilet paper and crumpling it up just to be on the safe side.

I heard a beeping noise, the test letting me know it was ready as I dreadfully picked it up and saw the results. I slumped down to the the floor as i saw the words ‘pregnant’ staring back at me.

[welldonebeca]

The Saloon Girl

Squared Filled: Western ( @spngenrebingo); Whiskey ( @spndeanbingo) Summary: It’s Kevin’s bachelor's party and thanks to his bride’s “no strippers” rule, the boys go out for drinks and fun at a saloon bar. Dean was expecting very low of that night, maybe some drinks and some girls dressing cancan dancers, but meeting you? Probably not. Pairing: Kind of Dean x Female!Reader WC: 1k words Warnings: This is a non-supernatural AU, so Dean is a mechanic.

Dean gave Kevin a big slap on the back, drinking his whiskey down while everyone else’s conversation rose around and through them. The kid was getting married, who would have guessed?

They were his best men, and his brother being who he was and following the rule Kevin’s girl had made of ‘No strippers’, Sam had suggested taking him to a Western-style saloon, where they could drink and watch some dancers not take off their clothes on stage.

That’s when he saw you.

The greenish-blue dress looked too real, raised enough to expose your legs, which were partially covered by stockings with ribbons in the same colour, while you walked around the place. The costume was perfect, you looked just like the saloon girls from TV and films.

When you walked to them, he couldn’t take his eyes away from your face. You were truly and absolutely beautiful.

“Can I get your order?” you held a notepad and a fancy pen in your hands, and Dean was surprised at how even your accent was characteristic to the times.

“What does the lady recommend?” he gave you one of his sexy smiles.

“Well,” you bit your lip for a split of a moment, momentarily falling out of character and out of the accent when gesticulating to them. “There’s a Roasted Turkey with Black-Truffle Butter and Cognac Gravy the chef does that is amazing,”

He licked his lips instantly, still feeling the sour taste on them. Well, it did sound really good.

“Sign me up.”

The others ordered, and you walked away just as the show was about to start. When the food arrived and as the other girls danced, Dean had to give his brother some points. The place was indeed fun; the girls were sexy without having to be naked, the drinks were interesting enough and the food was amazing.

“To Kevin,” one of the groom’s friends he didn’t know the name of raised his glass. “And to being the first of our group get married.”

Everyone raised their glasses, toasting, and Dean chuckled to how the boy was blushing, moving his eyes away for a moment and finding you trying to dodge a not very friendly customer.

He couldn’t hear your voice from where he was sat, but the way your face was contorted in fear and discomfort was enough to make him stand up.

“I’ll be right back,” he muttered to his brother, already making his way straight to you and putting himself between you and the man.

“Can I help you with anything?”

Dean easily had a foot over the redhead guy in front of him, but he was way too muscular compared to him. He wasn’t actually sure if he could take him in a fight, but if it’d make him stop annoying him, he was ready to face the possibility.

“This is none of your business,” he eyed Dean from head to toe and landed his gaze on the cowboy hat he’d bought especially for the occasion. “Cowboy.”

He was ready to spit something right back when two security men approached the three of you.

“Y/N, are these two bothering you?” they questioned quickly.

Y/N, so that was your name.

“That one is,” you pointed at the redhead, and smiled gently to Dean. “This one just came to help.”

They swiped the redhead away so fast that the people around didn’t even pay any attention, and the green-eyed man turned to you.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes,” you confirmed, nodding. “Thank you, mister.”

He smiled openly and lowered his hat like he’d seen on TV several times.

“Only doing my job, ma’am. I’ll leave you be now.”

When he came back to his table, Sam already had an eyebrow arched at him and a curious expression on his face.

“What?” he sat down. “I was just helping.”

His brother shook his head. Dean had a sort of hero complex, he was already used to, running to help people all around. Half of the time, he’d end up in trouble, and Sam would get involved, which already had earned both the brothers a bit of a reputation and a bunch of scars and more than a broken nose each.

Luckily, the rest of the night went on without problems, and their group only left when the place was closing. Kevin was very drunk and Sam took him home, leaving Dean behind in the Impala. He was about to leave the parking lot when something caught his eyes, making him stop.

“Hey,” he called. “Saloon Lady.”

You turned around with wide eye, but relaxed when you noticed it was him, waiting outside your car while he approached it.

“Hi,” he smiled. “So that’s how you look in modern clothing.”

You let out a laugh, looking at yourself. You were in jeans in a t-shirt, nothing as glamorous as your work attire.

“I like the dresses, but the corset is kinda tight,” you joked.

“You look beautiful no matter what,” he shrugged, making you look away, a bit embarrassed.

Dean shifted on his feet and cleared his throat.

“I know that may sound a bit pushy, and you can say no if you want to, but I was wondering if you’d like to go out for coffee sometime.”

You raised your eyebrows in surprise, and he put his hand on his pocket, pulling one of the work cards he always left there.

“Here is my number,” he pointed. “I’m also a mechanic, so if anything happens to your car let me know, I’ll give you a big friend discount.”

You took the card with a small laugh, which made Dean’s insides bubble a bit.

“I’ll let you go now,” he stepped back. “It was nice to meet you too.”

“Nice to meet you too, Dean.”

He walked to the Impala with a smile, hoping you would call or text him and didn’t think of him as a weirdo.

He was already driving home when his phone vibrated in his pocket and a text from an unknown number showed up on his screen.

‘Nice to meet you, Dean Winchester – Y/N.’

His lips spread in a big grin, quickly recognising your name.

He had a feeling this was going to be a start of something.  

. . .

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[adampage]

Lingerie | Hangman Page

Sequel to: Yankee Candle parts one and two

Word Count: 1997

Warnings: gets mildly nsfw all right so sue me as if ‘lingerie’ wasn’t warning enough

~

“Which one? The black or the baby blue?”

He didn’t hesitate. “Both.”

Emi rolled her eyes, flipping her hair in an exasperated manner. “I’m serious.”

“So am I,” Adam was already floating away from her, eyeing other garments for her to try on. He held up a pink babydoll outfit, completely and totally see-through, and showed it to her. “Thoughts?”

She raised an eyebrow.

“Say no more. Ma’am, do you have this in baby blue?” He stopped one of the floor employees who happened to be passing by. “She prefers blue.”

The employee smiled, commenting that they were sure they could find one in the back, and walked off to go find it. Emi blushed, absolutely embarrassed at the thought of all this lingerie. She’d already found two or three bralettes and panties, a pair of sexy pajamas, a garter belt, and now this. He was really going all out and it just made the butterflies in her stomach beat their wings even faster.

She wasn’t usually a lingerie kind of girl. She preferred sleeping in flannel pajamas every season of the year, and her bras and panties never matched. To be quite honest, the entire time they were in the store, she felt intimidated by the thin, sexy women on the walls. It didn’t help that next to those pictures were thin mirrors that reminded her of just how absolutely not skinny she was, how absolutely not picture-perfect she was, and how she absolutely did not deserve to be there.

But a deal’s a deal, Emi thought. And she wanted nothing more than to make Adam happy.

When the attendant returned with the promised blue babydoll outfit, Emi figured it was time to try on all the pieces to make sure they fit. When Adam protested, she stopped him. “This is expensive. At the very least I have to make sure it all fits.”

He couldn’t argue with that, so he sat down on the couch where all the significant others sat while they waited on their other halves, and tried not to look around. It suddenly dawned on him how embarrassing it really felt, being in a store like this, and he hoped that Emi didn’t feel the same way.

~

Pajamas first, Emi thought, once she was situated in one of the grandiose fitting rooms. Then we move on to the scary stuff. They were (surprise, surprise!) baby blue, and the shirt was a button down with a deep plunging collar, perfect for showing the little cleavage she had. Her fingers buttoned the shirt up anxiously, already feeling the insecurities creeping up, and she had barely even started.

Pajamas were supposed to be my comfort clothes. Once they were on completely, she looked in the mirror and wanted to cry. Her breasts were too small, she could see her tummy riding over the waistband of her bottoms, and her shape was just. Not ideal. She sat down on the bench, ready to tap out then and there, when her phone buzzed.

Adam: everything all right in there?

She sighed, wiping away the first sign of tears that welled in her eyes.

Emi: I don’t feel good about these clothes. I feel ugly :(

The call was almost immediate. She answered quietly, too terrified that the person in the dressing room next to her would hear, her voice a mere whisper. “Hello?”

“Hey there, sweet thing. How’s the sexiest woman I know doin’?”

Her heart sped up. He knew exactly what he was doing. She could practically hear the beaming smile in his deep, gentle voice.

“Okay, I guess.”

“Now that just isn’t good enough, darlin’. I guess I’m gonna have to put it on me to make you feel better. How’s that sound? Sound good?”

“Mhm,” was all she could manage, as she was literally on the verge of tears again, this time a mix of insecurity and overwhelming joy at how much he cared for her.

“Wipe those tears away for me, sweetheart. I can hear you snifflin’.”

His drawl had gotten thicker. It was comforting, his voice. It felt like home. She did as she was told, without protest.

“Listen to me, babe,” he said, “I know you don’t feel good about yourself, but I promise you that there’s not a man or woman out here who would pass a chance with you. Given that said, you’re all mine, and I don’t think I can wait till later to see you all skimpy.”

Emi giggled, a few more sniffles escaping her.

“Send me a picture of each one. I want to see you in full gear.”

She may not have seen it, but she could feel his wink through the phone. “Mhm,” she nodded.

“All right, babe. I love you.”

“I love you too.” She hung up.

~

It took a minute before he got her first selfie. His left knee had been bouncing, up and down, up and down, in a fit of nerves. He’d never asked her to do this before, but he figured it would help. He knew that she found pride in being his, in being something beautiful for him to bask in. She wouldn’t let him down, that much he was sure about.

Adam looked around, making sure no one sat behind him or looked over his shoulder. His leg bounced faster, and he placed a hand on his thigh to quiet it. Biting his lip, he opened the picture.

She sat facing the mirror in baby blue pajamas, her dark hair over one shoulder, framing the plunging neckline of her top. He saw the shadow of her plump little breasts, the soft skin at the crook of her neck, her pouty little lips, and her sad, beautiful eyes. God, he wanted to hug her. To embrace her.

He started to type.

~

Adam: Jesus, babe. What a way to start.

Emi: really?

Adam: I’ve never seen anyone look as good as you do in pjs. You’re adorable.

Emi: ^.^ guess i’ll get the pj’s.

Adam: what’s next?

Emi: so needy lol.

Adam: I need you.

Emi felt sharp knot in her core, and somewhere further down. Fuck, that was honestly the sexiest thing he’d ever said to her through text. She squealed aloud to herself, and the person next to her fitting room responded.

“Are you okay?”

Emi’s eyes went wide. “Totally fine, uh, sorry!”

The other person didn’t sound too certain, but didn’t know enough about her to push. “All right, then.”

She turned back to her phone, and typed out a response.

Emi: one sexy pic comin’ right up!

~

Hangman’s phone buzzed again, and he barely gave it the time to before he was unlocking it and opening his messages. She stood sideways in front of the mirror, her juicy thighs and thick ass jutting out for him in the most perfect way, and he enjoyed all too well the way the lace decorated her skin. His eyes roamed down the trail of her bare legs, looking absolutely smooth and soft to the touch.

It made him hard just thinking about running his fingers along that skin of hers.

Adam: it’d almost be cruel to rub my beard against skin so soft.

He ran his tongue along his lips, as he so often did when the cameras caught him making his entrance. His ‘mleps’, she called them. He remembered the first time he heard her call them that. It was right after All Out, and he hadn’t been feeling very good about the loss to Jericho. She had eyed him with a furrowed brow, her body instantly approaching him once he’d made it backstage, far from the eyes of the sold out crowd.

“How are you feeling?” she’d whispered, leading him to a chair where he could rest for a bit, and she could stare at him intently for any sign of deep emotional scarring.

“Reckon I could feel worse,” he’d said, and managed to flash her a sad smile. He stayed quiet, then, and Emi could feel that she needed to say something that would help Adam keep his mind off the loss.

“Seventeen.” He’d cocked his head, not understanding. “Hm?”

Bless his heart. It was like he was in another world. “That’s how many mleps I counted. I’m hoping they become like Lesnar’s F-5’s. I might tweet about it. See if the crowd will help me count once you make your televised Dynamite debut.”

“Mleps?” He was still confused.

She scooted closer, the excitement beaming on her face at tuning him into one of her little hobbies. “You know. When you stick your tongue out? Or run it along your lips? You do that a lot. It’s fun to keep track of.”

Hangman gave her an incredulous, dumbfounded look, and ran his tongue along his lips. “Do I really do that?” He ran a hand through his hair.

Emi couldn’t help but laugh. “You just did it again. Eighteen.” “Oh, boy.” He did it again. “God, now I can’t stop.”

“Nineteen.”

“Jeez, I-” He looked away, doing it for the twentieth time that night, and sighing deeply when he’d realized he’d done it again.

She pulled his chin towards her, staring at him intently. “I think it’s endearing. And it’s my favorite hobby, so don’t take it away from me.”

He smiled, and agreed he wouldn’t stop, just for her.

His phone buzzed, and it brought Adam right back to the moment at hand.

Emi: it’d be cruel *not* to. Have i made you mlep yet? ;)

~

Adam: oh, i’ve mlep’d plenty. Might be at about...oh, i dunno, a hundred?

Emi: glad you’re keepin’ track for me. Want another reason to mlep?

Adam: absolutely, gorgeous.

Emi giggled with delight, all care for who might hear out the window, along with that small bit of insecurity she had felt. She pulled off the bralette and panties, preparing herself for the pièce de résistance. Slowly, she shimmied herself into the garter belt first, careful to make sure she didn’t stick a toe through the fishnet stockings. After that was over, she pulled the babydoll top gently over her head, pleased at the way the top barely touched her ass.

She snapped a pic, typing out a message to her dearest cowboy.

~

Emi: eat your heart out, hangman page.

The picture that followed hit him like an arrow in two places, and it was imperative to Hangman that they go home, like immediately. He felt way too confined, he felt way too constricted. He need to get out of there, and he absofuckinglutely needed to show her exactly how she made him feel, right fucking now.

He was calling her before he even had a chance to think straight.

“Hello?” Emi answered, innocence coating her sweet voice.

“Hm, I swore I was callin’ one of them naughty girls, not an innocent one.” Adam’s voice was a rumble that pierced her right to her core. She was glad she’d changed back into her clothes, or she’d have had some serious explaining to do to the person at the cash register, when it came to the state of her lingerie.

Her words were caught in her throat, and she could feel her nipples peaking beneath her shirt. “Y-yeah?” was all she could manage to say.

“Oh, yeah. And you know what Hangman does to naughty girls?”

Emi placed her phone between her ear and her shoulder, picking up her lingerie and draping them across one arm. “No, I don’t,” she whispered, turning the knob of her dressing room stall and making her way towards her cowboy.

“He makes them regret bein’ bad.” He said, putting a hand in his pocket and taking a look around the store.

She grinned, placing herself quietly behind him, so close she could smell his cologne, along with the lingering scent of the candles by his side. Standing on her tip toes, she leaned into his ear. “I don’t think I’m going to regret a damn thing.”

[rawiswhore]

Bart Gunn x Fem Reader- “Do The Bartman”

I'm about to type perhaps the world's only Bart Gunn fanfiction.

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In 1998, the WWF has a new look, a new logo, a new era and a vast difference to the WWF of yore.

Stone Cold Steve Austin is now the face of the company, Bret Hart, Shawn Michaels, Razor Ramon, Lex Luger, Kevin Nash, Sunny/Tammy Sytch and other 90's WWF wrestlers are gone, Isaac Yankem is now Kane, Hunter Hearst Helmsley is Triple H and no longer a classy 1800's Jane Austen gentleman, and Marlena is now Terri Runnels.

The WWF audience went from hardly holding up any signs throughout the 90's to the entire audience filled with people holding up signs and posters.

This year, you're really blown up in popularity in the WWF, making people forget about Sunny, guest starring on various TV shows, being considered for movie roles, being on the cover of non-wrestling magazines, and even making headline news.

1998 is your year.

It's the year the Attitude Era really began and blew up, the WWF began calling itself WWF Attitude and they really cranked the attitude up that year.

Even though this year there are many things in the WWF that are really going over with the audience, which includes yourself, there was something in the summer of 1998 during the Attitude era that didn't quite connect and go over with wrestling fans, even back then.

What was it?

The Brawl for All.

Where lower card wrestlers such as the Godfather, Johnny Maro, and other wrestlers that don't headline the WWF a la Stone Cold and the Rock box.

As in, do Muhammad Ali/Joe Frazer/Mike Tyson/Evander Holyfield boxing.

Except these wrestlers have almost no training in boxing and it doesn't involve ears being bitten off.

Even during the Attitude era, the Brawl for All didn't go over.

There is a certain wrestler in the Brawl for All who never did quite make it big in the wrestling world besides perhaps with the Smoking Gunns and sadly, the Brawl for All.

Who is he?

Bart Gunn.

The former partner to Billy Gunn in the Smoking Gunns and a partner in the severely short lived, one night only New Midnight Express.

Bart is the Marty Jannetty to Billy's Shawn Michaels.

Bart looks so much better now with longer hair, no facial hair, and without that cowboy look he had a few years ago.

He was pretty cute in 1996/1997, but Billy was the hotter one, and in 1998 he's gotten a lot hotter.

He looks like Val Kilmer and Randy Orton with long hair.

Since Bart has grown his hair out and shaved his face, you've gotten a crush on him, and even though he really wasn't used that much in the WWF besides the Brawl for All, now is your chance.

The Brawl for All is when people see him the most during his sexiest (in your opinion).

One night, in August of 1998, when Bart showed up for every Brawl For All, after a match he did was over, he walked back to the locker room, shirtless and completely sweaty.

When he entered the locker room, you were waiting for him in there, standing there topless, albeit a towel was hanging behind your neck and covering your breasts, and some short boxing shorts.

The camera showed you dressed in this outfit, and the males (both grown men and underage boys) in the audience offscreen got out of their seats and started cheering, going "yyyyyyyyyyyeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh!".

You could even hear some of those corny "wolf whistles" in the audience.

You could hear the pops from the males outside, even if they were shown off screen.

"Well, aye carrrrumba Bart" you purred, walking up to him and your lips spreading a naughty smile, rolling the "r" in the word "carumba".

"Aye carumba, indeed!" Jerry Lawler shrieked. "Don't have a cow, Bart!"

You were standing right in front of Bart, your torso pressing against his torso, he looked surprised, his eyes growing bigger and mouth breaking out in a smile.

"Bart" you said, pressing your chest on his chest and your eyes looking up at him. "You're probably the sexiest man in the WWF right now".

Though, many women will beg to differ.

"Triple H grew that facial hair" you said, your eyes looking down at his chest and your index finger running up and down his sweaty chest. "That made me lose my attraction to him".

You stuck your bottom lip out and pouted in sadness.

"He is getting a little sexier now that he's shaved it this month" you admitted. "Though he's not as hot as he used to be".

Your eyes were eying Bart's body up and down.

Offscreen, some of the women in the audience got out of their seats and cheered, agreeing with you about how Triple H did lose his looks when he grew that facial hair.

"And Shawn Michaels hasn't been here during the majority of this year" you pouted, your face looking sad and glum, your eyes looking down at the floor.

All of the females in the audience screamed and shrieked their heads off, some of them going "yyyyyyyyyeaaaaaaaahhhh!!" and one woman shouting "You go, girl!".

"Though he has returned" Bart replied, saying that matter of factly.

Your eyes looked back up at him again, your lips breaking out into a faint little smile.

"But only temporarily" you frowned, your lips turning down into a frown (that rhymed) and your eyes looking down at the floor again.

Which is a shame, he got even sexier when he returned in the summer of 1998.

"And Billy Gunn has cut his hair!" you whined.

Why did Billy cut his hair into that silly little Backstreet Boys hair?

Plus, Rob Van Dam is back in ECW, the Hardy Boyz and Davey Boy Smith cease to exist, and even Bret Hart has left the company.

"But there is that cute little Val Venis" you mentioned, your eyes looking up at him and your lips widening your face to create a naughty, shit eating grin.

You and Val Venis are a match made in heaven, considering he's a ladies' man and porn star, and your character is a slutty nymphomaniac.

Some women in the audience even got out of their seats and cheered for you.

Many people would ship you and Val and say the two of you should form a tag team together.

Val is pretty hot, but he's kind of a butterface.

"But he's not as cute as you are" you purred, wrapping and draping one of your arms behind his head, your forearm resting across his shoulders, your voice sounding sexy and seductive.

Though your voice almost always sounds sexy and seductive, that's your character.

And speaking of Val Venis, you may as well say this...

"Bart, your last name is Gunn" you mentioned. "Does that mean you have a big 'gun' in your pocket?"

One of your hands was in between his thighs, grabbing onto his balls, although they were covered by his shorts and the camera was showing you and Bart above the forearms.

Bart looked down when he felt you grab his nuts.

He couldn't help but giggle sheepishly and embarrassedly.

"And is your gun cocked, loaded and ready to shoot?" you added.

People in the audience, both men and women, yelled and shouted when you said that.

You sounded like Triple H with his sexual innuendo in D Generation X.

Bart was speechless and didn't know what to say.

"Y'know, it's fitting you're a boxer in the Brawl for All" you purred. "Because you're a total knockout".

Ba-dum-tssssssh.

No, that sound effect didn't happen, but it may as well.

That joke is a classic corny dad joke.

"I may as well say that about her!" Jerry Lawler shrieked.

The camera then zoomed in to your face, where your face turned and you looked at the camera.

"I'm about to do the Bartman" you said. "And get bent!"

Wonder if the audience remembers that song and knows what it's referencing?

Everyone in the audience got out of their seats and cheered for you, not because of the Bart Simpson references, but because it's implied you're about to have sex with him.

Nobody better lay a finger on Bart (Gunn)'s butterfinger except for you.

The camera then zoomed out, now showing your head, neck and torso as well as Bart Gunn.

"You don't have to eat my shorts, Bart" you told him, both of your hands gripping onto the elastic waistband on your hips and pulling your shorts down. "But you can eat what's under them"

The camera didn't show your vulva or below your ass, but people could see you pull your shorts down.

Everyone in the audience, especially the males, got out of their seats and cheered their heads off, going absolutely nuts.

The camera then cut away from this, which definitely disappointed the people in the audience who hoped to see you and Bart get it on.

The whole point of this was to show some Bart Simpson-related sexual innuendo.

And next year, actually, at the end of 1999, when Stone Cold Steve Austin added beer to his character and gimmick, you, in a comedic moment, gave Stone Cold a white polo shirt, blue jeans, a box of pink donuts and a 6 pack of beer.

Why?

Because he, to you, looks like a redneck Homer Simpson with his bald head and beard, complete with his infatuation with beer.

Stone Cold Steve Austin and Vince McMahon is probably the most iconic feud of the Attitude era, and when you think about it, Stone Cold Steve Austin and Vince McMahon is like Homer Simpson and Mr. Burns.

Why?

Homer and Stone Cold are bald, bearded men who love beer, and Vince and Mr. Burns are Stone Cold and Homer's billionaire bosses.

[warmbeebosoftbeebo]

Truth or Dare? 1/3 probably

much of the details about him in this fic is from things b has said in interviews, on periscope, twitch, twitter... see if you can guess what is true vs details/things i made up. other things, like most of his friends being girls (at least as a kid and teen) i don't think he's ever stated outright but i consider so damn obvious as you learn about him eg the bullying, his best friend in 8th grade was a girl. hopefully, all the things i remember him saying he's actually said and i didn't dream it/imagine it haha. also i love this fic so fucking much if i may say so. one of my faves, to be a braggart. in this universe, he never got introduced to spence or ryan, hence no mentions of them or panic! and him going off to arizona for cosmetology

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You're watching Aladdin with Brendon, after Alice in Wonderland but before Bambi because you don't want to wind up crying yet. He's totally like Flower and Bambi. Loves flowers, flirty and doe-eyed, for starters. He's an Aladdin too, and is singing along with you as you're cuddled up on your bed with him, him absentmindedly playing with, brushing your hair. He stopped styling it a while ago, but you love having your hair played with, scalp massaged, neck too, as much as he does... Even that has arousal spreading, tickling over you.

You don't have class tomorrow, but he has a cosmetology one in the morning. He's still excited about not having someone telling him to get to bed though, and you're too relaxed, and uh... you like how you feel around him too much, how simple things, touches kind of turn you on, to suggest he get to sleep or leave your room. Besides, your roommate went home for the weekend. And these blankets and pajamas are comfy. You wind up getting into A Whole New World though: dramatic actions and singing, batting lashes at each other, giggling, pretending the bed is a magic carpet like the dorks you two are...

You offer your lap for his head to get pets in once the song ends... You love touching his hair. Watching his lashes, eyes, lips in the television light. Hearing his breathing deepening, his sighs, a couple mmms when you stroke the nape of his neck, tug his hair, scritch his scalp. You've only known him a couple months, but... whoo boy. Too bad he's gayer than the day is long. And kind of has a boyfriend from his program, George. Well, a friend with benefits.

“Truth or dare, B?” you ask when the movie ends, but neither of you move.

“'M sleepy from all those pets, y/n, so for once, I'm going with truth.”

“Were you like this as a kid? Was it musicals and wanting to do cosmetology and stuff back then too? Like not being... being... different. From how boys were supposed to be.”

He chuckles. “Pretty much. Did skateboarding for years, and some soccer, but that was pretty much the extent of the manly shit. Well, the heavy metal too. And lots of people did pot. But mostly the kind of things people thought boys shouldn't do. Most of my friends were girls. Still are. Liked making people laugh, entertaining them. Gymnastics, dance; just messing around not pro. Did sets for the drama kids in high school. I fit in with some guys, mostly chill stoner or art types, guys who weren't straight, but not many. Sometimes I had to fake it to get by with guys, if it even worked. But mostly stuff like the dress up box.”

“What'd you dress up as?”

“Different musical roles, like Maria and Cosette, Jean Valjean. I remember being about five and wrapping curtains around myself like a dress and singing Sound of Music. Cheerleader with the miniskirt and all from my older sister Kara. Uh... pirate, cowboy, or cowgirl. Elvis, Carly Simon, Gwen. Wanted to sound like her so bad. Beyonce. David Bowie in Labyrinth, without a proper wig though. And a few of the personas he had different eras too. Jareth was mixed up in a crush on him. Like I wasn't sure how much I wanted to play that role versus liked David... At twelve, with Jessica Alba, that was a lot clearer. Make up too, some wigs. Lots of my mom's clothes. I'm sure you can tell on that last one.” He still wears women's jeans now. And hoodies, shirts, a couple pairs of sneakers...

“Oh, a weird flower boy version of Rambo,” he laughs. “Like the headband, but my mom's blouse and jeans, a bouquet of flowers, heels, dad's sunglasses... Still have a picture of that one. And we have lots of home movies of stuff. Me being a lounge singer with a feather boa and gold dress... seducing my mom. Oh, shit, can't believe I just admitted that aloud. Anyway, there was firefighter, seamstress, servant, scuba diver, vet... Vampire, fairy, witch. Playing a mom or sister in plays, like sometimes one of my sisters would be the dad, I'd be the mom, or we'd be three sisters. Or they'd be the mom and dad and I'd be their baby. I remember one where I was pregnant—pillow and doll baby, haha—and Kyla was the pirate doctor helping me deliver on the ship. Or the damsel in distress being rescued by them. Or kidnapped by them. Or we had to save our mom, the queen, from a dragon or evil king.”

They were imaginative too! You're picturing them, little Brendon in these outfits, roles. So cute, and silly, and did you say cute? He must've been adorable, playful and an entertainer back then, too. He's done an open mic a few times and sings and plays at parties with friends. You've seen him do it last Saturday, nervous but eager to sing and play guitar, or keyboard. He said that music was his favourite hobby, that he loves doing it, especially for people, but you had no idea how deep it went.

“Me in my sister's gymnastic leotard, but over my shorts because she didn't want it so close to my crotch.”

The crotch part makes you think of it: if he wears... uh, panties too? The thought makes you flush and feel embarrassed. You haven't seen him in a dress or skirt either, but he used to wear those. You wonder if he still does and you just haven't seen it. You think they'd suit him for some reason. The lavender hoodie, the pink sneakers, plus a miniskirt? Denim, or black. God, you bet that he'd look even better, draw you to him more.

“Wish we had dress up stuff to play with here, B. Bet it was fun. And I bet you looked so cute.”

He gets up, but it's to turn on the lamp; the tv had gone dark. He bats his lashes. “Oh, I did.”

You both laugh as you throw a pillow at him. “Goofball. Don't ever let me tell you you still look cute, then. And that I actually would want to see you with a dress up box.”

“Truth or dare?” he asks. You'd forgotten how this started.

“Truth?” Neither is a safe bet, so you just go with what he went with to even it out.

“Would you want to see me dressed up? Like... in things here... of yours?”

Your breath catches. Are you that obvious? You nod, asking “Truth or dare?”

He grins. “Whattaya think, y/n? Dare.”

“M-maybe... uh... a skirt? On you, I mean?”

“That can be arranged.” He practically bounces over to your closet, sorts through, deciding on a long soft blue and lilac hippieish flowery one that goes to your ankles, a purple plaid one that comes to your knees but would be two to three inches shorter on him, and your denim one that's so short it would be a mini on him. You wear it with black tights or other pants it's so short. Really, he picked most of them; you only have two others. He holds them out one by one, then places them over his hips: “Which one would fit me best?”

You get flustered, because you want to see the denim one most, but worry it would be too short for him. The plaid one? It gives “naughty schoolgirl” vibes to boys and men, older pervs included, so you don't wear it much, even though it reminds you of a newly formed coven of witches stuck at a Catholic school for some reason (you blame The Craft). You wonder what'd look like on him. You bet he's worn skirt school uniforms before, and that he'd get cheesy with it, calling you Miss and asking hammily but flirtatiously about extra credit, asking you to teach him, maybe bending over... which not going to lie, you do want if it got sexily funny, but you know it couldn't mean anything.

He grins. "Warning ya, my legs are really hairy, so you might wanna go with the longest one. What can I say, I've got Jewish legs."

You snort. "Guess I've got Jewish legs too: my hair is a light brown, but there's lots of it below my knees. I stopped shaving now that it's November." You can't help wondering if he's dressed up for Hallowe'en in a girl's costume, or in drag, and what he'd look like; even some guys who are kind of sexist and homophobic do that for Hallowe'en, so it wouldn't be out of the ordinary even outside of the gay bar you and he were let into a few times, because George knew the bouncer. Both of your first one, bar or gay bar.

"Oh, I bet I've got more than you," he jokes, and slides his pant leg up a bit, doing a "banananana" strip tease music thing, shaking his leg, making you both giggle.

"Go with the shortest one, B. Bet you'd look super sexy," you reply, hammily winking.

"No peeking!" he admonishes teasingly, hiding behind your closet door, but he pops his booty out and sways it before hiding again. His jeans quickly get flung towards you to him laughing, "Hey, you ever see that British film The Full Monty?"

"It's kinda tight on my ass, but loose on my hips. What can I say? I bring the booty. But your hips are more womanly than mine, alas," he sighs dramatically. “And your thighs are damn. Um. At least it covers my underwear. Pretty much.” He peeks out, excited. "Ready? I just wanna make sure you're prepared for my hairy ass legs, oh and my stunningly gorgeous ass."

"Pshaw, I know that that booty brings all the boys to your yard, you tramp." He's really a tease at that bar. Both guys his age and kind of older, but only one creep. He always drinks for free, gets you drinks too, and you alternately keep close and watch from afar and let him do his thing with said boys. He only talks with most, often dances, but if he likes the guy, the dancing goes beyond pg territory, kissing too, and he even went home with one of them.