#stripperau

I'll be completely redoing my account and everything.

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?

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.

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.

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

'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?"

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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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”