#stripperau

[evan77777]

would y'all be chill with me completely taking over and re making stripper au from BaBqotim? I'm 18 and I wanna do sum with my unemployment.

I'll be completely redoing my account and everything.

Can I guys...?

YES KING

No we chosen sb else ho

Voting ended onMar 31

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

I don't know. Ok? I just don't. I started watching this damn show again and I get sucked in every single time. I love them all and I can't help it and I don't care.

CW: Alcohol, slutty dancing, strip-club vibes, lap dance, sexual tension, suggestive grinding, language.

Your bachelorette party had been going exactly as planned—too many shots, screaming laughter, tiaras askew, and a veil clipped into your hair that kept slipping no matter how many times your friends fixed it. You were just tipsy enough to bask in it, cheeks pink, dress riding up your thighs, champagne flute sloshing in your hand.

Somewhere across town, you knew, Draken was out with the boys for his bachelor party. You’d teased him about behaving, and he’d grinned that grin you’d grown to trust, kissed you, promised he’d be “boring.”

Boring, huh?

The door slammed open.

“Surprise, ladies!” Baji’s voice carried through the suite, wild grin splitting his face, shirt already halfway undone.

Of course it was his idea.

The rest trailed in behind him—Mikey with that lazy smirk, Mitsuya looking put-upon but secretly amused, Takemichi flushed before anything even happened, and Draken himself, rubbing the back of his neck like he regretted letting Baji talk him into this.

The DJ—the big fat traitor—flipped the track into something slow, dark, filthy.

“Dance for us!” a bridesmaid shrieked.

And just like that, the room caught fire.

**Mikey: The Silent Tease**

Mikey went first. Naturally.

He didn’t rush—just rolled his shoulders, tugged his jacket off, and let his hips sway in lazy circles that made every woman lean forward without meaning to. His hand toyed with his belt buckle, thumb teasing the leather loose.

“MI-KEY! MI-KEY!” the chant started.

He dropped low, ground up again, obscene and deliberate. One lazy hip roll and the heavy outline in his dark jeans was impossible to ignore.

**Draken: The Bachelor’s Gift**

You should’ve expected it, but when the girls shoved a chair into the center and pushed you into it, veil bouncing, you squealed in shock.

“Lap dance! Lap dance!”

Draken looked like he wanted to disappear into the floor. “Hell no,” he muttered, but Mitsuya’s smirk said coward, and the bridesmaids weren’t taking no for an answer.

So he sighed, then flashed that smirk that always made your knees weak.

The bass rattled. He stalked toward you, planted his large hands on the chair arms, leaning in so close you could smell his cologne.

“M'girl ready?” he murmured, just for you.

And then his hips rolled down against yours.

Thick cock pressing hard against tan trousers, dragging along your thigh until you gasped. He dropped low between your knees, thrusting up like he was fucking the music itself, then rose again, slow grind dragging every inch against you.

Bills rained. The girls screamed. Heat burned through you until tears of arousal pricked your eyes, threatening to slide down your flushed cheeks.

When he caged you in, lips brushing your ear, voice low and filthy, your whole body jolted. You were already trembling when he pulled back, smirking, sweat shining over the dragon tattoo curling down his skin.

Your fiancé. Your Draken. Making the room lose their minds with a lap dance you’d never forget.

**Takemichi: Crybaby Hero**

“TA-KE-MI-CHI!”

The poor baby turned crimson instantly, shaking his head, but they shoved him in anyway. He gave a nervous shuffle, laugh breaking high, until—suddenly—he grabbed a chair, straddled it backwards, and ground forward.

Awkward. Clumsy. Somehow devastating.

By the time he bucked his hips, denim pulled tight over his lap, the bridesmaids were howling. The innocence cracking open into something filthy was hotter than anyone expected—Takemichi included.

**Mitsuya: The Refusal**

“I don’t dance.” Mitsuya stayed leaned against the bar, arms crossed, smirk knowing.

That refusal made it worse. The women stared, imagining.

One bridesmaid tried to slip a bill into his pocket; he caught her wrist, leaned in close.

“I said ... I don’t dance,” he murmured, low, smooth. “But find me later.”

She nearly dropped her drink.

**Baji: The Hurricane**

And then came the storm.

Baji ripped his shirt off completely, chest gleaming, hair wild as he leapt onto a table. He ground down so hard a glass tipped, hand shoved against his cock through his jeans.

“Who’s ready?” he growled, dragging a chair forward and caging a bridesmaid beneath him. His hips slammed, tongue out, sweat dripping, and she moaned loud enough to drown out the music.

Money everywhere—bills plastered to his chest, sliding down his abs. He fed on it, feral, wild, every thrust reckless. When he dropped into splits and rolled his hips again, the thick outline of his cock bulged shamelessly against black pants, the crowd screaming his name like he was a rockstar.

By the time the song ended, he stood on the table arms wide, drenched in sweat and glory, while the room shook apart beneath him.

*The Aftermath*

The suite was wrecked—perfume and booze in the air, lipstick smeared, hair damp with sweat, cash littering the floor.

Mikey smirked from the shadows, predator lazy and smug. Draken leaned back in the chair, you trembling in his lap, veil crooked, thighs pressed tight. Eyes still wide. Takemichi sat dazed, red-faced, gripping the chair like he couldn’t believe himself. Mitsuya sipped his drink, calm and cruel, eyes glittering. And Baji—half-naked, dripping, triumphant—stood shirtless on the table, cock straining, money pouring down like he’d just claimed the world.

And the women? Ruined. But also? Fixed.

@kazutora-kurokawa @prettytanii @southside-otaku @darkstarlight82 @tootiecakes234 @manjirou-sano @fuyusdreaming (I hope it's ok to tag you! I saw you liked the pre-post =) ) @breathofthewind29

[redacted-nights]

NSFW Scaraether: Poles and Sunshine

Words: 2.8k

I was inspired by @/scawaefer on twt because their art is absolutely amazing, please enjoy💖💖

CW: stripping, cum-play, butt plugs, licking, blow-jobs, anal sex, fishnet ripping, kissing, saliva, bulge kink, NSFW, anal fingering, size kink, riding, marking, cream pie, hot-dogging, spanking, biting, swallowing,

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Scaramouche was a regular at “Late Night Paradise” a strip club located on the outskirts of town. He went almost every two weeks using his paychecks to decorate the stage as the dancers performed.

No one knew what his job was or how he seemed to have an endless supply of money. Why he decided to travel to this certain location, passing by the clubs downtown was also a mystery.

After paying his fee to enter and ordering a drink, he sat near the stage. Watching the dancers spin and tumble to the music.

Scara had plenty of 1’s, 5’s, and even 10’s to throw on stage. Of course he had 20’s but those were for a certain dancer he had grown to enjoy. The reason he went out of his way every week to travel so far.

Before Scaramouche could gather the rest of his cash. The lights had further dimmed in the club as a new track began to play. All of a sudden smoke filled the stage and the blonde dancer emerged out of the smoke.

Scaramouche adjusted himself in his seat as he noticed the tightness in his pants. He was way too familiar with this dancer. He was often the highlight of the night, earning him the title of “Sun-Ray”, due to his blonde hair and slim waist.

The man watched as Sun-Ray made his way up the pole. Taking his time to follow the beat to the music. He glanced at the audience every now and then, making sure to exaggerate how easily his body curved and danced on the pole. When he reached the top he used his legs as an anchor and leaned back. Scara was at the edge of his seat, clenching the $20 bill in his hand waiting patiently for what he would do next.

With the drop of the base, Sun-Ray began to descend from the pole. His body moved effortlessly as he spun and flipped. It was almost as if the pole wasn’t even there. Scaramouche was in awe. From the first time he wandered into this club, the first time he saw him, he knew he had to have him.

Later on in the evening as the crowd lessened and the dancers were granted a break, Scaramouche walked to the bar.

“Hey comrade! Back again? Would you like a refill on your drink?” The orange haired bartender always seemed to be in a good mood. It was a little humorous given their setting, you would think there weren’t strippers around them.

“No, I'm okay.” Scara responded, I’d like to rent a private dance with Sun-Ray. I’ve had my eyes on him for quite a while now.”

The bartender was about to question why Sun-Ray of all the dancers but with the serious look on Scara’s face he decided not to. Taking his money he walked him to one of the back private rooms.

“Just sit here, I’ll let him know you’re waiting.”

Scaramouche sat on the couch that looked like it had been through things. It held stains in places one wouldn’t think stains could be held. Regardless, Scara sat down. He didn’t want to miss out on this opportunity before him.

Not long after he sat, Sun-Ray appeared at the door. He was wearing a different outfit than before. A shirt that had a heart-shaped cutout in the front showing off his chest, fishnets on his slender legs, and a mini skirt that barely covered his ass. If Scara hadn’t known better he’d explode right there.

Barely holding himself together he sat up and cleared his throat so he could speak, but before he could get a word out Sun-Ray spoke.

“It’s about time you requested for me. You’ve been coming for months now, I was beginning to think you weren’t actually into me.”

Scara scoffed as a light blush appeared on his face, taken aback by how sweet and delicate Sun-Ray’s voice was.

“I figured I’d finally grab your full attention, the name is Scaramouche but you can call me Scara.” Scara leaned back into the couch allowing his arms to rest as he crossed his legs, trying to hide the growing bulge in his pants.

“Aether,” The boy replied as he climbed up on the platform that held the pole that stood in the middle of the room. “Let’s get started shall we?”

With that Aether grabbed a remote that connected to the music and light controls in the room, and dimmed the lights. He had his own playlist for when he performed privately.

After allowing the music to start, Aether began to walk around the pole. He was more than familiar with Scara. From the first moment he saw him in the audience he was drawn into his mysterious presence.

First it started with a couple visits a month, and the more Aether was the highlight of the night the more frequently he would stop in. Aether knew from there that he was visiting for him specifically. He always gave him $20’s and $50’s nothing less than that. In Aether’s world that was how you gained someone’s attention.

By month 3 Aether began to perform solely for Scara. He made sure his body was always oiled, and his outfits were just a tad too promiscuous, sheers, and lace always shaped nicely to his body. Aether wanted Scara to know that he got his messages clearly, and wanted to get to know him as much as he wanted to know him.

Aether continued his performance on the pole now that the two were finally alone together. He strutted around the pole, almost as if he was a snake, his waist curved around and his legs hugged the pole tightly.

Stealing lustful glances at Scaramouche, Aether began to climb the pole to perform some of his tricks, going to the top and dropping down into a split; he let his body hit the floor and bent over in front of Scara, flashing his ass to him. Scara could feel the sweat form on his brow as he noticed the bright purple butt plug Aether had been hiding.

Fuck Scara said to himself. He sat up subtly as the tightness of his pants was beginning to hurt. He gritted his teeth as he continued to watch Aether perform.

After showing his ass Aether stood up and began to walk towards Scaramouche. When he was off the platform he dropped to his knees and began to crawl towards him. When Aether reached Scara’s legs he used his nails to dig at them, staring into his eyes he made the motion of sucking his dick by bobbing his head up and down.

Next Aether placed his hands on Scara’s thighs, spreading them and exposing his bulge. Scara blushed and Aether’s eyes flashed from how big his bulge was, but quickly snapped back into his lustful stare. Now in between Scara’s legs, Aether grabbed his hands and placed them on the back of his waist.

Aether swayed to the music and let Scara freely explore his body. Having the opportunity to finally touch him Scara let himself grab his ass and thighs, pulling him closer. Aether leaned forward and sat down straddled on Scara’s lap.

He placed his arms around his neck, using his hands to play with his purple hair as he rolled his body into his. Scaramouche had his hands fully on Aether’s ass as moans silently escaped his lips. He could feel Aether rubbing against his bulge and it felt so good.

“Fuck, Aether, what are you doing to me?” Scaramouche asked out loud as Aether continued relentlessly.

Aether smirked to himself and leaned his head into Scara’s neck. He whispered into his ear.

“I want to make you happy, Scara. Will you let me?” Aether licked from Scara’s neck up to his ear as he fell back into the rhythm of the music.

When Aether sat up he looked into Scara’s eyes. The two stared at each other for what couldn’t have been more than a second before they kissed. It was as if sparks flew from the both of them, as if the Earth fell in line with the moons and the stars. A passionate kiss that turned into making out. Scara placed his hand behind Aether's head as they melted into each other.

The two moaned together, finally being able to be up close and personal, the two didn’t want the moment to end.

“Take your clothes off Scara, I need you,”

Aether spoke in breaths, as he began to take his own shirt off. When Scara nodded that it was okay, he let Aether take his shirt off. The two paused longer to take off their pants and undergarments.

When Scara pulled his pants down Aether gulped, it was one thing to see his bulge but his full size was…impressive to say the least. It framed him nicely, with his broad shoulders and thin waist. His muscles were nicely toned as well.

Aether pulled his skirt, and was about to pull his fishnets down before being stopped by Scara.

“Not those,” Scara whispered to him. Aether agreed, leaving himself and the butt-plug that decorated his asshole beautifully.

Scaramouche stared at Aether in awe. He was taken aback with just how pretty he was,

Aether shifted his body to allow Scara to fall on the couch, hovering above him he continued to kiss his lips, forehead and cheeks. He lowered his thighs down to meet his erection with his own. and slowly glided along his length.

Scaramouche was beside himself, other than the kisses from Aether’s soft lips, the tension building was almost too much for him, and Aether wasn’t making it easy, the friction the two shared was elaborate. Scara’s noises from frustration were drowned out by the music that had continued to play in the room.

Aether enjoyed toying with Scara, he had wanted nothing more than to get up close and personal to him. He sat up on Scara, which led to some pre-cum to begin dripping from him and he pulled his butt plug out, tossing it onto the pile of clothes next to them.

He reached down again to align Scara’s dick with his hole and slowly placed his tip near his entrance.

Scara whimpered from the sensation, they were so close but so far. Aether began to slide his ass against Scara’s shaft, trying to build up some more lubricant from their pre-cum.

Scara placed his hands on Aether’s ass again, ripping his fishnets off of him as he became restless. Soon enough Aether was ready to take in Scara, and together Scara helped lift Aether on to him.

“Hn-ng, Scara you’re so…” Aether practically shook as Scaramouche guided him down and back up. Using his ass as grips for his hands. Blush rose to Aether’s face as he eased into how full Scara was inside him.

Aether’s eyes rolled to the back of his head when Scara started to increase the pace and depth of his strokes. He acted hungrily, shifting to hold onto his waist as he slammed his dick into Aether. Aether let him know he hit his most sensitive areas when a moan erupted from him. Aether could do nothing but keep his hands on Scara’s chest. Riding the waves of pleasure that overtook him. Soon enough Aether had his first orgasm, cum oozed from his cock as he climbed down from the high.

Aether fell forward as he relaxed, not worrying about laying in his own cum. Scara chuckled.

“I thought you’d last longer than that Sun-Ray, Let me take over.” Scara kissed Aether’s forehead before lifting him and placing Aether on the couch. Aether reconnected to reality when he noticed Scara was now over him.

Scara had an almost evil glare to him, he reached down to Aether’s chest and began to suck his nipples, leaving marks on them. Aether whined from the stimulation as he hadn’t quite recovered from the first earth shattering orgasm.

Scara enjoyed himself, Aether was so cute when he blushed, he wanted to absolutely ruin him. He moved lower, kissing his tummy, not worrying about the cum that was still on Aether. Soon enough he reached his dick that was quickly growing another erection.

Scara took Aether’s dick in his mouth and Aether bucked his hips from how quickly it happened.

“Scara- please, uhng-“ Aether melted into moans as Scara bobbed his head up and down. As he got a rhythm going he used a hand to take some of the cum that laid on Aether’s chest and stuck two fingers into his ass to finger him with.

Aether reached his hand up to his mouth because if he had screamed surely someone would think that he was in danger. The stimulation was so much, and all scara did in response was add more fingers.

Scara smirked as he continued to finger and suck on Aether’s dick. He glanced up to watch the boy, he was so cute, wriggling and writhing under him. His whimpers turned into moans as he hit another orgasm. Scara swallowed everything that Aether released. When he was done he smiled and took his fingers out of Aether.

“Such a good boy Aether..” Scaramouche spoke as he wiped his lips. Aether under him was breathing heavily, not understanding how Scara could make him cum so quickly but also wanting more. He reached up to grab hold of Scara’s hands.

“Please, more Scara, I-I can take it…”

“Hm” Scara slightly blushed from how adorable Aether was. He brought his hand up to his lips as he kissed him yet again.

“As you wish Aether,”

With that Scara positioned himself to enter Aether again, placing his legs on top of his shoulders as he positioned himself and began to ease his way back into him. Scara moaned as Aether’s tightness took over him.

Aether was speechless, placing his arm over his eyes as Scara picked up his pace. Scara wouldn’t have that, and pulled his arm away from his face.

“No, no Aether, I want to see you, I want to look at your face every second.” Scara moved deeper into Aether, finding a rhythm that hit his most sensitive areas with every thrust. Aether held his mouth open as the pleasure overtook him.

Scara moved his hands to hold Aether still at his waist. When Aether could no longer move he moved his hand back up to his face. Irritated, Scara grabbed one of his hands and pinned it to the couch, and took Aether’s other hand and placed it on his lower abdomen.

“Since you don’t want to look at me fuck you, you can feel me fuck you instead,” Scara spoke through his teeth as he went harder into Aether. Aether began to whimper from how passionate Scara was with him. He hadn’t slowed his pace at all, if anything he went faster and harder.

He must work at the gym Aether thought to himself. His endurance was out of this world.

Aether remembered he could feel Scara pound into him, the bulge in his stomach growing and sinking as he was fucked.

“Im- Im close Aether, are you?” Scaramouche was almost trembling as he reached climax. Aether couldn’t get any words out but shook his head and together the two moaned as they rode the high of their orgasms.

Aether gasped as Scara finished inside of him, his warm fluid filled him and he again came on the couch, adding to the stains that already filled it.

Scaramouche pulled out and went to grab the butt plug that Aether had tossed before they got more intimate. He walked back to Aether and wiped it on the cum that laid on his chest before sticking it back into him, receiving a whimper from Aether.

“I don’t want you to forget about tonight,” Scara spoke before he went to grab some towels to help wipe off Aether.

When the two were clean Scara helped Aether sit up and put his clothes back on. After that the two stood, and Scara placed 10 $100 bills in the waistband of Aether’s skirt. He also added a paper with a note.

When he was done he brought Aether in to bite his neck and kissed his cheek. Next he slapped his ass and began to walk out the room.

“I’ll see you around Sun-Ray, have a good night.”

Aether was in a state of shock, partly from the amount of money he just received, and partly from being absolutely destroyed only about 30 minutes ago. He took his money to go put it in his locker, and opened the note, where inside was a date and address.

Aether put the paper in his bag along with the money and paused thinking to himself, What have I gotten myself into?

[inne-edoftherapy]

Toss a coin to your witcher, BUT Geralt is a stripper, witcher is a stripper name and it is not coin, they are 100 dollar bills.

Jaskier is his best buddy who’s a DJ and write that song for him to perform to, but Geralt doesnt like it.

He also has a dog name Roach.

edit:

Jaskier can be a drag queen too.

Idk why I just see it

[kiranatrix]

Kira-Kira (キラ キラ): glittering or shining

Summary: The detective L’s birthday is usually a humdrum affair, but this year he insists on going to see the act of the exotic dancer who’s the recent talk of the Tokyo party scene-- Kira! Things get a little wilder and more mysterious when L gets a private dance, and nothing turns out like either of them expected. (Light/L)

Rating: Chap 1, 2: M; Chap 3/4 will change to E

Written by @kiranatrix (ZombieJesus) and @ghostoftasslehoff

[Finished 4-chapter story that will conclude on Halloween, L’s birthday] ~Read it here!~

[aizawadeservesanaward]

Watching S/O dance

'Throwing my hat into pole dancing ring as it were. Shinsou watching gender neutral s/o dance to Innuendo from Here Come The Mummies '

@fandomcrazieshangout

AAAAA I love this ask so much and I love the Stripper of Pole dancing AU with my life, so here we go! Sorry it's so short, my head been all over the place since school starts in two weeks for me but I hope this is ok!

Reader's Gender: neautral

Warnings: Pole dancing, cursing and NSFW themes.

💜 Shinsou 💜

Shinsou thought it was interesting when you danced on your pole, sure he knew what you did and who you worked for but he really didn't care he thought it looked cool.

He woke up one morning with the sound of Innuendo by Here come the mummies playing in your 'Dance room'.

Curious, he followed the sound of the music and peeked into the room.

He saw you, wearing a gray crop top and sweats swinging around on the pole with ease.

Leans against the door frame and just watches silently.

Can't help but blush when you put your ass against the pole and slide down into a spread legged squat.

You finally notice he's there when he sneezes.

You're kinda embarrassed, sure he's seen you dance before, but you were currently practicing for your show the tommorow night and it was one of the dirtiest ones you've done in a while.

"'Toshi! I'm sorry, I didn't see you there" you turn the song off just as the second verse started.

"Aww~ I was enjoying the show, Kitten"

He really was, he liked the song and the way you danced was so intoxicating to him.

"Continue, please~"

You just nod and turn the song back on before continuing your routine, doing an upside down splits while in mid air on the pole as chorus started up again.

He clapped once you came down and jokingly took a bow.

You walked over to give him a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"Sorry if the music woke you up"

He shrugged and leaned towards you, lips grazing his ear.

"I didn't mind, I got a show out of it. Now, why don't you show me how to do that dance in bed hm?"

~Maddox

[charley1979]

Stripping the Dragon

Okay guys.  First drabble for the McHanzo fandom, since I’m in way over my head!  Totally inspired by @vibaddiee’s tweet about a Stripper AU where Hanzo doesn’t know how to dance.

It was during a mission brief that Hanzo learned that one could appear upright and focused as all of one’s blood rushed south, while simultaneously wrestling with the very humbling realization of one’s own severe lacking of ability.

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The briefing had started simply enough.  A nearby local town had discovered that a gang was using a local strip club as a front to launder money and traffic in humans and omnics.  Athena had come across their investigation attempts and alerted Winston.  As to maintain their cover, but to also bring in operating capitol, he had offered assistance.

 So here they were, watching as Winston brought them up to speed.  Hanzo had been reading ahead on his tablet as he subtly watched the others. It had only been a couple months since Genji had brought him in and it was still rare for him to be amongst them.

 The only one he’d truly been around much was the cowboy, McCree.  He smirked as his glance went over the man.  For all the american’s bluster, Hanzo had to admit that the man could shoot. And that he had no problem challenging Hanzo, repeatedly, on the target range.

 He focused on the meeting again as he heard his name.

 “Hanzo and McCree; we’re sending you two in as an undercover, recon team.  You’ll be gathering any relevant data, working your way into the group, and gathering evidence for charges.”

 The plan sounded solid, except for their assumed speed of infiltration.

 “What is the cover that will allow us to get so close so quickly?”  Hanzo asked.  

 One thing he remembered very well from the clan was that trust and access were hard to get and normally took a long time to achieve.

 He heard Winston clear his throat as he scanned through the mission details, again.  

 “You’ll be going in with the other interviewees.”

 He heard Genji choke as his head snapped back up, just having read the part where he was to gain admittance through interviewing…as a stripper.  He met the nervous shrug of the scientist with a look of disbelief.

 “You…”  He began.

 “Well shucks,” McCree drawled.  “This’ll be fun.”

 Hanzo’s head swiveled to see McCree’s predatory smile that perfectly matched his dark purr.  As his blood crashed south and his imagination roared to life with some very vivid images, Hanzo realized with a blood chilling dread that he would have to inform the insufferably attractive man that …

 “Oh lord.”  Mercy muttered, head in her hand.  “You are entirely to excited about getting back on a pole, Jesse.”

 Hanzo just stopped his jaw from dropping open, his inner self depreciation stopped dead, as he looked between the exasperatedly fond look on the doctor to the shameless, cocky smirk that McCree sported.  Yes, he realized, she was completely serious. His imagination took back off like a shot.

 “You act like we all didn’t see exactly how much fun he had up there the first time!”  Tracer cut in, laughing.

 Hanzo took in the group, not for the first time wondering how this group was a truly terrifyingly competent attack force on the field.  

 Winston was shaking his head at their antics.  Tracer was shooting finger guns at McCree, who was mimicking the motion as he winked at Mercy.  Genji continued to chuckle as he sent Hanzo a shit-eating grin.  Face mask or no, Hanzo knew what his little brother was doing.

 Hanzo still hadn’t reacted outwardly when Winston told them wheels up in two days.  After he left the meeting, Hanzo went to the target range. He needed to clear his mind.  And look over stripper routines, apparently. He’d been there awhile when McCree showed up.  He’d known that the cowboy would.  They did need to work on their cover after all.  And Hanzo still didn’t know how to explain that he lacked the correct…skillset…for this mission.  

 Yes, he had been in many strip clubs.  They had been an excellent place to conduct business while Scion.  But he had never been on the stage himself.  Never felt the urge to be, in fact.  And none of his assassinations over the years had ever required it.  

 And after learning in the meeting that not only did McCree know how to strip (there went all his blood again) but that all evidence pointed to the fact that he enjoyed it.

 Just when he’d gotten the annoyingly smug smirk that man constantly wore dialed down a notch and now he’d have to …

 “Hey, Shimada.” McCree called out, tipping his hat. “So, how do ya wanna play this? Rookie, experienced, … team routine?”

 The eyebrow wiggle at the last one was a little over the top, wasn’t it?

 Hanzo hesitated, his face set in a frown.  But this was no time for subtlety to mask his lacking of a necessary skillset.  He had spent what time he’d had looking at … routines… but still didn’t know enough to know if Jesse was being serious or not.  Team routine’, really?!  

 Honestly, at this point he was just impressed at his continued ability to stand and appear focused with most of his blood refusing to rise (ha ha) above his belt.

 “We may need something more … basic” Hanzo began, internally wincing at the pause.  He could, he had, faced down the clan elders.  This was one cowboy.  One infuriating, handsome, stripping cowboy.

 McCree’s eyebrow rose and he cocked his hip.

 Shimada Hanzo; ex-yakuza scion, trained since birth to lead the largest criminal empire in Japan, skilled assassin took a deep breath and met the gunslinger’s eyes.

 “I do not know how to … dance.”

 A blank look of flat surprise crossed McCree’s face.

 “What?”

 “It was never something I would have been allowed.  Obviously the clan wouldn’t see any value. Nor was it ever required for any of my assignments after words.”

 Jesse continued to look at him like he had grown a second head.

 “Hanzo,” the cowboy began, exasperated, “your family owned over a dozen of them.”

 “Yes!”  Hanzo growled.  “But I was never part of the entertainment!”

 “But you …”

 “Yes, cowboy, I have seen many performances.  Intimately.  That does not change the fact that I have never done it.”

 “Well then,” McCree began in that same dark purr, tilting his hat up and casting a heated from under his hat. “We’re just gonna have to change that, now won’t we?”

 Hanzo had never been more concerned than when the cowboy held his eyes with that look of dark challenge. This was going to be a long op. He already knew his imagination was having a field day with Lena and Angel’s earlier comments.  

 He wasn’t quite sure how he’d survive with so little blood making the trip to his brain.

[kpop-scenarios-theaddiction]

Red (Part 2) - (Jungkook stripper au!)

Part 1, Part 3, Part 4

Y/N felt a sting of light on her eyes, quickly covering her eyes with the back of her hand. After gently rubbing her eyes, she tried looking around, habit crated forcedly after the many times she woke up in places she’d never been before, sometimes suffering with the hangover and other times only in her underwear.

But this time was different, she found herself wearing a cherry blossom robe, laid on the softest mattress “omg, this must be expensive” said her after rubbing her hand, and covered by a fluffy cream-colored blanket that was warm and nice, also soft as clouds.

Her mind was in pure confusion, her thoughts goings on fast than ever, she was thinking why the hell would she be in such a classy place like that, thinking of how much used she was with streets, cold nights and mattresses. She dared looking around a bit more and saw some vinyl type of floor that she knew was expensive and couldn’t even buy even if she gave her kidney.

Or she was in heaven of heavily in trouble. Did she go home with a costumer and didn’t remembered, well no, if it was that she wouldn’t be sleeping there, alone, the customer would have kicked her ass out of her house after the payment. “Ok” she thought with herself standing up slowly.

Getting out of bed she could she some paintings on the wall, carpets of the floor, she walked in tiny steps, afraid that she might beak something and having to pay after with the nonexistent money she had. First thing the looked for was a mirror, she had to heck if herself was fine. So, she tried one of the doors near and found a bathroom, she ran to the mirror and was shocked to see that her clean face and washed hair, also someone had put a band aid on a bruise she had on her forehead.

She rested her hands on the sink and looked down, taking long breaths to clear her mind. She got out of the bathroom. Near some of the all had a big carved table full of stuff, she walked there to peak a look. The was so diverse types of clothes and shoes and accessories she thought she was in a shopping, a high classy shopping, everything in all the colors and textures she could imagine.

“Fuck this princess shit stuff, I’m getting out” she said trying the other door.

This one lead her to a wide corridor, much to her displeasure also very classy and expensive looking like. But she kept going on, finding big stairs with red carpet and golden handrail. This time she walked a little faster than before, the panic starting to arise on her chest and mind.

She saw the big double front door and she would never get out by there, already imagining the security guards waiting for her on the other side. So she thought she could get away by some back door. So she turn around went past the stairs, she saw another room and on that room had a door where she could see the sun coming in the house so she thought that door might lead out of there.

Y/N started walking there, she entered the room and joy was almost coming out of her ears, she was so close to that doorknob.

“Good morning, why are you in just a robe, I left many clothes to you, thought you’d like the light pink dress” Said someone behind her, making her scream at the top of her lungs and feeling getting caught like she was number one wanted on Interpol.

She turns around the saw a long table, in the end of it there was someone with round glasses, wearing hoodie and sweatpants, one hand had a cup of coffee and the other was on a laptop. He raised an eyebrow when their eyes met, Y/N quickly looking other way.

“Don’t hurt me, please” Begged Y/N.

“I’d never do that, who do you think I am?” Said him looking confused.

“Uhm, I don’t know, if this is you house, then you must be the richest drug dealer I’ve ever seen” Said Y/N backing a little more away from him.

He laughed “I’m no drug dealer, but yes, I live here. Come sit here, lets have breakfast” Said him tapping a chair next to him.

“No, thanks, just let me leave” Said her.

“Sorry, that won’t be possible, but we can still have breakfast” Said he.

“If you don’t let me go, then I’m going to run away” Said Y/N.

He sighted “No you won’t, and you know why? Cause even if you go until that mountain there” Said him pointing out of the window next to him “Everything’s still mine, so even if you run away, you still going to be at my place”

Y/N made an annoyed expression, wanting to punch her own face. But she only looked up and thought “why gosh?”  

“Fine” She said waling to him, sitting and getting a piece of the cake “But why can’t I leave?”

“Because of that” Said him turning on the tv, that showed the morning news, there was a reporter talking about the club where Y/N was working last night, then popped a video showing some guy in formal clothes carrying some girl that looked a lot like Y/N. Then the reported came back “Well, we can believe that our most famous playboy might be having an affair, or maybe he just wanted another girl for his hall of conquers. Why are you running, Jungkook, did you do something wrong? And who’s that girl? Are they eloping? For how long did they hide their affair from us? Don’t change channel, we’ll be back on the next block”

Then he turned the tv off, Y/N turned to look at him and saw him scrunching the sides of his mouth and crossing his arms, sighing again.

“So that’s how I ended up here?” thought she “and he’s Jungkook, I shouldn’t be on the pole last night, oh sweet heaven, I’m fucked”

“Hey, I can hear you” Said Jungkook “Calm down that you not fucked, I am. The shareholders want to kill me, my phone won’t stop buzzing and people think I kidnaped you”

“But you did” Said Y/N

“I didn’t, actually I saved you from god knows what you were having” Said him “If I left you there people say I’m selfish, if I got you out of there people say I’m a kidnapper. At least I thought I could help you, cause people will keep saying despite what I do or don’t.

“Sorry for causing you so much trouble, I was just nervous yesterday, usually I dance on the bar, not on poles”

“So you’re sorry, that means you would do something to redeem yourself?’ Asked him.

“Yes, what do you want?” asked her “Want me to dance for you? Boob shots?

“No, it nothing like that” He said giving a folder to her “Here I have a contract that I want you to sign”

“Ok, just let me read it”

“No, it will take to long, what if you want to run away while reading?”

“Why would I, there’s something against me here, will you send me to jail?”

“No, it’s just that I really needed you to sign this, plus it will have more benefits to you than for me. I just don’t want scandals, I’ll give you money” When he mentioned the money part, Y/N felt highly tempted to agree with whatever he wanted from her, she didn’t have fortunate times since ever and now that things got harder, money would be so welcome.

“Ok, so what you want from me, what do I have to do?”

Jungkook took her hand and looked deeply in her eyes and said “Marry me”

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