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September 4, 2019, Def Leppard Las Vegas Residency Part Three

I Also Did Some Las Vegas Residency Theme Designs. My Friend Wore The Ded Flatbird one. Maybe Next Time I Go See Em I'll Either Wear The Stripper Leppard Pole Dancing Or One Of The Other Few Designs.

[littlemissheavenonearth]

Under The Light Of A Thousand Stars {Joe Elliott x Reader}

I wrote this with @defleppardfan1! I hope y'all enjoy it <33

When Joe told me that there was an event he had to attend and he wanted me to accompany him, I didn’t expect it to be a dance. Joe and I had only been dating for a short time and when he asked me to come with him, I was more than happy to oblige.

As we walked into the hall where the dance was being held I took note of my surroundings. There were fairy lights across the ceiling causing a night sky effect. The rest of the decor was simple but sophisticated, plain white table cloths with minimal decorations. The music was upbeat and there were a lot of people dancing in the middle of the room. As I looked around me, my eyes glanced up at the man holding my hand.

Joe looked dashing in his suit. His red shirt matched the red dress that I was wearing. It was only buttoned halfway, showing off his chest and the necklace that he had decided to wear instead of a tie. Whilst he had done his hair nicely, it wasn’t far from the usual style that he sported which made him all the more endearing to me.

“Joe, Y/N over here.” I was snapped out of my thoughts by Phil’s voice calling us over. Flashing him a smile, Joe tightened his grip on my hand as we walked towards the group of Leppards with their dates.

“And how are we all this evening?” Joe laughed once we reached the group. They all answered at the same time, causing a collective noise. I let out a giggle as I watched them all. Taking a seat at the table next to Joe, I noticed the group of people dancing in the middle of the floor started to thin out as many couples went and sat down.

Following my gaze, the man next to me spoke up. “Shall we?” Joe offered me his hand and from the corner of my eye, I saw his bandmates do the same for their dates. With a shy smile, I grabbed his hand and allowed him to gently pull me up from my seat. Walking as closely as I could to Joe, I tried not to allow the nerves to take over as we made our way to the dance floor just as a slower song came on.

Joe pulled me close and he placed his hands on my waist as I hooked my arm around his neck. I could feel Joe’s breath on my face as we started to sway to The Air That I Breathe by The Hollies. I got lost in his sea green eyes as I found myself falling into a rhythm with him. At that moment it didn’t matter that we both had two left feet, it was like there was no one else but us in the room. Joe leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to my lips, causing me to let out a small sigh.

When the song finished, Joe and I carried on dancing, not caring about anyone around us. The two of us were just lost in our own little world. Eventually, the dance floor started to fill up again.

“Do you want to go get some fresh air?” Joe asked me as he brushed his fingertips against my cheek. Moving my hand to grasp his, the two of us made our way to the garden.

I held Joe’s hand as he led me outside of the building. It was dark out, but there were multiple lanterns along the stone path we were walking on. The light from those lanterns lit up Joe’s face in such a way that made him look like an angel. And the night sky was absolutely gorgeous, it was full of stars. Joe and I weren’t dancers so we decided to leave the slow dance and hang out outside. We walked along the path hand in hand with the little breeze flowing through our hair. It wasn’t cold, it was warm, it was a really nice night for a day in October. 

At the end of the path, there was a gazebo-like structure, with vines snaking around each pole and lanterns hanging from the ceiling of the structure. There was a table with a vase full of roses and gray metal chairs surrounding the table. I looked at Joe and raised an eyebrow thinking he planned it, but he just raised his shoulders and shrugged. I smiled in response and sat on one of the chairs, Joe did the same. 

“Do you think it was rude to just leave like that?” I asked.

“Nah, plus neither of us really know how to slow dance,” Joe responded.

“I guess so,” I turned toward the building because you could still hear the music playing, Led Zeppelin’s Whole Lotta Love could be heard from the speakers. 

“Led Zeppelin is amazing, dontcha think?” Joe asked suddenly, causing me to turn my head away from the music playing. 

“They are amazing.” I agreed. I stood up and  turned back to the building, but I didn’t move from where I was standing and sang along. After about a minute or so, I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist and Joe rested his head on my shoulder. I turned towards him, “You’re beautiful,” he looked up into my eyes, “Ya think so?” 

“Why wouldn’t I think so?” I replied.

“Well, babe,” He lifted his head up from my shoulder and turned me around so that I was facing him, “You’re gorgeous.” He said it in such a way that made me melt. I grabbed his hand, “Come Joe,” he followed.

“Where exactly are we going?” We didn’t go far, we just went to a lonely tree in a small field, “.... What are we doing here?” 

“The stars,” I turned to him, “Aren’t they beautiful?” 

“Not as beautiful as you, that's for sure,” He beamed at me and then went to sit against the tree. I followed close behind and sat with my back against his chest, his arms went around my waist and he rested his head on my shoulder again. 

“I’d give anything to stay like this forever,” Joe moved the strap of my red dress a little further down my shoulder and then Joe kissed the area where the strap was. I turned my head toward his and used my own hand to lift his head up. And just like that we kissed under the light of a thousand stars.

[joes-sha-la-la-la-girl]

Under the Light of a Thousand Stars

Joe Elliott x Reader

Masterlist

A/N: This is a collaboration one shot with @littlemissheavenonearth

When Joe told me that there was an event he had to attend and he wanted me to accompany him, I didn’t expect it to be a dance. Joe and I had only been dating for a short time and when he asked me to come with him, I was more than happy to oblige.

As we walked into the hall where the dance was being held I took note of my surroundings. There were fairy lights across the ceiling causing a night sky effect. The rest of the decor was simple but sophisticated, plain white table cloths with minimal decorations. The music was upbeat and there were a lot of people dancing in the middle of the room. As I looked around me, my eyes glanced up at the man holding my hand.

Joe looked dashing in his suit. His red shirt matched the red dress that I was wearing. It was only buttoned halfway, showing off his chest and the necklace that he had decided to wear instead of a tie. Whilst he had done his hair nicely, it wasn’t far from the usual style that he sported which made him all the more endearing to me.

“Joe, Y/N over here.” I was snapped out of my thoughts by Phil’s voice calling us over. Flashing him a smile, Joe tightened his grip on my hand as we walked towards the group of Leppards with their dates.

“And how are we all this evening?” Joe laughed once we reached the group. They all answered at the same time, causing a collective noise. I let out a giggle as I watched them all. Taking a seat at the table next to Joe, I noticed the group of people dancing in the middle of the floor started to thin out as many couples went and sat down.

Following my gaze, the man next to me spoke up. “Shall we?” Joe offered me his hand and from the corner of my eye, I saw his bandmates do the same for their dates. With a shy smile, I grabbed his hand and allowed him to gently pull me up from my seat. Walking as closely as I could to Joe, I tried not to allow the nerves to take over as we made our way to the dance floor just as a slower song came on.

Joe pulled me close and he placed his hands on my waist as I hooked my arm around his neck. I could feel Joe’s breath on my face as we started to sway to The Air That I Breathe by The Hollies. I got lost in his sea green eyes as I found myself falling into a rhythm with him. At that moment it didn’t matter that we both had two left feet, it was like there was no one else but us in the room. Joe leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to my lips, causing me to let out a small sigh.

When the song finished, Joe and I carried on dancing, not caring about anyone around us. The two of us were just lost in our own little world. Eventually, the dance floor started to fill up again.

“Do you want to go get some fresh air?” Joe asked me as he brushed his fingertips against my cheek. Moving my hand to grasp his, the two of us made our way to the garden.

I held Joe’s hand as he led me outside of the building. It was dark out, but there were multiple lanterns along the stone path we were walking on. The light from those lanterns lit up Joe’s face in such a way that made him look like an angel. And the night sky was absolutely gorgeous, it was full of stars. Joe and I weren’t dancers so we decided to leave the slow dance and hang out outside. We walked along the path hand in hand with the little breeze flowing through our hair. It wasn’t cold, it was warm, it was a really nice night for a day in October.

At the end of the path, there was a gazebo-like structure, with vines snaking around each pole and lanterns hanging from the ceiling of the structure. There was a table with a vase full of roses and gray metal chairs surrounding the table. I looked at Joe and raised an eyebrow thinking he planned it, but he just raised his shoulders and shrugged. I smiled in response and sat on one of the chairs, Joe did the same.

“Do you think it was rude to just leave like that?” I asked.

“Nah, plus neither of us really know how to slow dance,” Joe responded.

“I guess so,” I turned toward the building because you could still hear the music playing, Led Zeppelin’s Whole Lotta Love could be heard from the speakers.

“Led Zeppelin is amazing, dontcha think?” Joe asked suddenly, causing me to turn my head away from the music playing.

“They are amazing.” I agreed. I stood up and turned back to the building, but I didn’t move from where I was standing and sang along. After about a minute or so, I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist and Joe rested his head on my shoulder. I turned towards him, “You’re beautiful,” he looked up into my eyes.

“Ya think so?”

“Why wouldn’t I think so?” I replied.

“Well, babe,” He lifted his head up from my shoulder and turned me around so that I was facing him, “You’re gorgeous.” He said it in such a way that made me melt.

I grabbed his hand, “Come Joe,” he followed.

“Where exactly are we going?” We didn’t go far, we just went to a lonely tree in a small field, “.... What are we doing here?”

“The stars,” I turned to him, “Aren’t they beautiful?”

“Not as beautiful as you, that's for sure,” He beamed at me and then went to sit against the tree. I followed close behind and sat with my back against his chest, his arms went around my waist and he rested his head on my shoulder again.

“I’d give anything to stay like this forever,” Joe moved the strap of my red dress a little further down my shoulder and then Joe kissed the area where the strap was. I turned my head toward his and used my own hand to lift his head up. And just like that we kissed under the light of a thousand stars.

[abbatoirablaze]

Tig's Daughter, Chapter 4

Word Count:  3.1k

Juice’s POV

"Hey sweetheart," one of the girls smiled at me. I shrugged her off, rolled my eyes and went further into the strip club. I needed to forget what went down tonight. All of that bullshit.

Def Leppard came on just as I sat down, and I watched as the next girl started her set. She danced along the pole, doing some tricks. Her body was grinding against the pole as she removed her top. As the second verse hit, she was sliding down the pole. She rolled onto her stomach for a brief second and a few guys threw bills at her because they saw her tits get pushed together. She rolled over onto her back and by the chorus she was looking me dead in the eye.

Her back arched and she slid out of her skirt.  I continued to watch her through her set.  Not putting any bills down, her attention went to other 'customers.'

Enjoying simply being a voyeur in the situation I put a drink order in. I watched her until her song ended and she moved down to the next pole after collecting her money. A few of the guys moved to the next stage with her.

I felt a little jealousy in the pit of my stomach as she continued to pay attention to the guys.

'they're paying her bills you asshole.'

I hadn't even noticed that she was gone until two songs later, when a waitress asked if I wanted another beer.  Shaking my head, she left me alone.

"So, is staring at strippers a hobby?"

I looked to my left, and there she was. She had wrapped herself in a robe and was smiling at me.

"More or less."

She laughed and sat a shot down next to me.

"Well, it's nice to see a new face."

"What are you staring at?"

"That girl?" I asked the prospect. He looked to where my hand went, "she been here long?"

"Alex?"  Her name sounded like a surprise coming out of his lips.  I gave him a look.

"Yeah, you know her?"

He shook his head nervously, "uh, no, not really. Got in town a few weeks ago. Just moved here."

"She with anyone?"

"I don't think so…at least not officially," he chuckled, shaking his head yet again while taking a sip of his beer.  I raised my brow as he smiled at her, "I think her-"

"KIP!"

He immediately ran over to her, and I couldn't help but feel jealous again.

How did he know her?  Were they friends?

He left her at the bar, but only for a second. He came back a few moments later with a case of beer which she began loading into the back of the cooler. He repeated the process a few more times and then came back with a bucket of ice before someone else pulled him in another direction.

"I don't think I've ever seen you give any of us any money."

"Just a place to unwind."

"Most men unwind with their wallets here," she laughed. I smiled as she leaned forward, "you know I've seen you here every night I've worked...none of the other girls have seen you when I'm not here...you following me?"

"Just a fan."

"Well do you have a name, just a fan?"

"Can I tell you it over a private lap dance?"

"That sounds amazing."

The prospect came back with a beer for me.

"What's this?"

"Alex noticed yours was empty," he said, referencing the empty bottle I held in my hand, "she told me to get you another one."

I took it from the prospect and handed him my empty and he was on his way. I watched as she smiled and chatted up members from her spot behind the bar.  It wasn't until two beers later that I'd managed to get one for myself.

"Was starting to think the prospect was gonna deliver em to you all night," she laughed as she saw me amongst the crowd at the bar, “want another?”

"Figured I say hey."

"Nice to see you outside of work, Juice."

Her lips met mine as she ground her hips against me.

"Wait," I paused, pulling away from her, "are you single? Is this allowed?"

"No one is watching us, Juice," she giggled, leaning forward. She caught my lips again. And for a second I caved and met her intensity, “I don’t think it matters behind this door.”

"Wait. Are you single?"

"For the moment," she laughed, "I don't exactly pull everyone into a dance and then spend that time making out with him."

"Well, I mean this is what, our fourth date?"

"Are you counting every time I give you a dance?" she asked curiousy, "are you calling them dates?"

"Shit, I-"

"It's cute," she smiled, cutting me off. Her hips ground against mine again and I groaned. She smirked so I pulled her hips down even more so she could feel how hard I was, "fuck."

I smiled as she moaned.

My jeans and boxers and her lingerie were the only material between us. But it all still felt like there was too much there. I wanted to be closer to her.

"Do you have a problem with that?"

"No," she said, shaking her head, "not at all."

My lips caught hers as I pulled her into my room. The door slammed behind us and I slammed her against it. She moaned and bit my lip playfully.

"Fifteen minutes, right?"

"Juice that's only at the club," she giggled, “we’re obviously not at my club.”

I smirked as I felt her hands go down to my jeans, "what are you doing, sexy Lexi?"

"Don't you want this," she whispered against my ear. She began kissing down my neck and I had to stifle a moan when she started nipping at my collar bone, “isn’t this what you’re looking for, Juice?”

"Oh I do," I moaned, gripping her hips a little bit more, "I just want to make sure you want this too."

"What date?"

"Tonight, makes six?"

"Yeah," she whispered softly, “I want this.”

Half-Sack’s POV

"Hey, where'd you go?"

"Just talking with one of the guys," she shrugged. I leaned against the door frame, not entirely believing it, “What…”

"I was starting to think you didn't want to do movie night."

“Of course I want to do movie night with you,” She smiled at me, "you really wanna…even after our last conversation?"

“I can’t keep doing this,” she muttered sadly as she drew little shapes on my chest, I looked down at her and my heart broke.  I pulled her closer against myself, “Kip…”

“We have to keep it a secret,” I muttered, “you-“

“I’m eighteen now…have been for weeks…that’s how we got here,” she said delicately, her nails dancing across my chest.  I felt my heartstrings tug as I looked at her bare form against mine, “Kip…I want more.”

“Alex…we can’t…”

I nodded, "Of course.  I still have feelings for you, Alex…that didn’t change."

"Give me two minutes," she offered. She reached into the dresser and grabbed something and then ran into her bathroom, "you can pick the movie."

I chuckled as she ran into the bathroom. I walked into her room and closed the door, "do you have any preference?"

"No," she yelled through the door, “it’s up to you.”

I went over to where her movies were and started looking.  What did I want to watch?  What would she want to watch?

"So what'd you pick?"

I turned to look at her and lost my breath. She had changed over into a simple cami and sleep shorts, but she was beautiful.

"Kip?"

"I don't know," I admitted, knowing suddenly that this would end up just like every other time the two of us had spent together alone since she became legal.  I cleared my throat and shook my head, trying to push the image of her moaning beneath me from my mind, “wh-what um, what do you want to watch?"

"Pick something scary," she giggled, "I want to see something good."

"You see the last Saw movie that just came out?"

She shook her head. I smiled and ran over to my room, grabbing it quickly. When I came back, she was gone. I got the DVD popped into the player and fast forward to the title screen. A few minutes later she came back with popcorn.

"I could have gotten that."

"You were getting the movie up," she smiled, “it’s no big deal.”

I nodded, ignoring the pang in my stomach.  I hope the other guys didn't see her like that.  Jealousy began to surge through me.

"Come on," she smiled, leading me to her bed. She laid down and put the popcorn on her night table. Removing my shoes and kutte I sat down on the edge of the bed, "come on Kip, I don't bite."

"You can call me Eddie you know," I smiled, "Kip and Half-sack are nicknames.  You don’t have to only call me Eddie when we…”

"Edward Kip Half Sack Epps," she smiled, poking my cheek.  I could see the slightest bit of sadness behind her eyes as she snuggled up with her blankets, "somehow that fits you."

"Yeah." 

"I like it," she sighed.  When I started the movie, she looked at me, "come closer.  Lay down.  We're watching a movie." 

I nodded, delicately moving closer towards the middle of the bed.  When I made it far enough, she put the popcorn in my lap.  

The movie opened up with some guy being strapped to a table, a pendulum ready to cut him in half if he didn't crush his hands.  I wasn't too focused on it.  I mostly stared at my lap.  

Alex had snuggled up to me.  That wasn't the issue.  She had been eating popcorn, but her other hand was resting on my thigh.    It wasn't until she jumped and gripped my thigh that I actually looked at her.  

"I’m sorry, I didn't expect that." 

"You okay?" 

She nodded, and snuggled up to me even more, putting the bowl on my side of the night table.  

"You sure you’re okay?" 

I wrapped my arm around her so that she could cuddle up into my chest a little more.

"Yeah." 

"We don't have to watch it if you don't want," I offered, “I just thought…”

"No," she said, shaking her head at me, "I want to. " 

"Listen," I chuckled, pausing the dvd, "if it's too scary we don't have to watch it.  Especially right now.  We can watch something else.  I won't get mad." 

"I want to watch it," she said, sitting up and staring at me, "Please Eddie?" 

Shit.

The way she said my name was a cross between a plead and a moan, and it sent a pulse straight to my cock.  I was quick to change the subject, trying to avoid my now growing problem.

"Okay," I sighed, tucking her back under my arm, "but if it becomes too much, you tell me, alright?" 

"I will." 

I smiled again, pressing play on the dvd again.  I continued to mostly ignore the movie, and instead, found myself studying her.  There was just something about her.  I couldn't help but feel like this was so right.  

Fuck the fact that she's younger.  She gets me. And she's the coolest fucking girl I've ever met. 

"Eddie?" 

I felt her shift slightly, but she wrapped her arms around me even more.  Her legs intertwined with my own, and she was partially on top of me. My breath hitched in my throat as her thigh brushed over my erection.

"You okay?" 

She looked up at me through sleepy eyes.  She nodded softly and I felt all my worry washing away. She hadn’t even noticed.  She was so exhausted that none of it mattered.   

"I can pause it and we can finish it tomorrow." 

"I'm fine," she yawned, "you're just so comfy." 

I paused the movie, but she didn't seem to notice. "What are you thinking of, Alex?" 

She shrugged, but her hand reached for mine.  I let her hold my hand as she pulled it closer to herself.  She inhaled deeply and I felt myself relax into her.  

“I love you, Eddie…”

"Eddie." 

Her voice was soft.  

Her hand brushed my cheek.  The warmth of her skin against mine made me not want to open my eyes.  Maybe if I pretended to be asleep still, we could pretend this was okay for a little bit longer.  

"Eddie." 

When I didn't respond she shifted, but my body wanted hers close.  The warmth left and I felt myself roll onto my stomach, grabbing her pillow so I could at least have something that smelled like her. 

"Why do you have to be my best friend?" she whispered. It almost sounded sad.  I felt her lips against my temple, “god…I wish you wanted to be more.” 

A few seconds later I heard the door open and close.  

Fuck. 

I sighed, sitting up, wiping the tiredness from my eyes.  When I checked my phone, I laughed.  6:45 AM.  We'd fallen asleep just a few hours ago, and no one was going to be awake yet, but here she was, up this early on a Saturday morning.  

I got up, grabbing the kutte of her desk and started putting my shoes on. 

"Where are you going?" 

I looked back. I hadn't even heard her come back. She had a tray in her hands that smelled heavenly. 

"I-I made breakfast if you wanted it," she began, "I remembered you had to work at the garage today and I wanted to let you sleep bu-" 

"You made this for me?" 

"Of course," she smiled.  She sat it down on the night table, "I uh-I was gonna shower, but there's pancakes and some hash browns there.  I didn't make any bacon or sausage because you're vegetarian." 

"You remembered that?" 

"Of course," she laughed, ruffling my hair, "you're my best friend, Kip." 

God I wish you were more.

Juice’s POV

I smiled to myself. Hell, I couldn't stop from smiling all damn week.

Ever since the party I couldn't wait to see Lexi again...I just had to wait until her next shift at the club and then I could chat her up.  I could ask why she was gone by the time I woke up.

I could ask if I could see her outside of the club and outside of a club party.Maybe take her to my place and show her a good time...and actually remember it this time.

"So tell me about this girl."

"What?"

Sack looked at me, "you've been daydreaming damn near all day. Any time anyone's talked to you you've been out of it. It's gotta be a girl, right?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Sure," he laughed, "but you've been giddy since the party a few days ago."

"It's been almost a week."

"Exactly."

Shit.

I shouldn't have corrected him.

Now he knows it's a girl from the party, "So what about her?"

Maybe if I play it cool, he won't think that much about it.

"Well, I was running errands for people all night," he shrugged, "Just thought maybe you'd wanna talk about it. Was she a crow eater?"

"No," I said quickly, "I wouldn't make a crow eater my old lady."

"Ahh," he said curiously, "so you wanna make this chick your old lady."

"Shut up prospect."

We walked through the gate of fun town together. Looking around it seemed like a good time. This would have been a good place to bring Lexi.

I wish I had her number.

"Hey, yeh made it," Chibs smiled, wrapping an arm around my shoulder, "took the two of yeh long enough."

"Sorry," Half sack grumbled, "Tig had me detail his bike before I was allowed to come down. Then Bobby had me do the same."

"Well shite prospect, if I knew yeh were doing the bikes I'd have left mine there and had yeh jump on er."

"I can do it when I get back," he sighed, “If you want.”

I chuckled, "add mine to that list, would ya?"

"An what about you Juicey boy?" he asked, "everyone's here. You'll finally get to meet Tig's youngest, Alex."

"How many kids does he have?"

"Just the three," half sack commented, "Alex has been staying with us for a while now. I'm surprised you haven't run into her."

"She's barely legal," Chibs laughed, "the only one that hangs out with her is you prospect. An that's because you're her chauffer during the week."

"I've been wondering why they pulled you off mechanic shifts."

"Sack ere has been payin his dues by driving Tig's kid around."

"Speaking of." Sack smiled. He jogged up to Tig stopping in front of someone I couldn't see

"E's become quite smitten with her," chibs laughed, turning around and leading us over, "you know if she wasn’t Tig’s, I'd be all over that. She's a little sex kitten for sure."

"Tigs kid?" I laughed, "Yeah. Okay."

"Hey Juice, Sack said you haven't met Alex yet."

I looked from Tig to the woman he'd had his arm around.

"This is Alexis."

"She goes by anything really," Tig chuckled, "I call her Alex. Few of the guys call her Lexi."

"I answer to most anything," she smiled, pretending not to know me, "Juice did you say your name was?"

But my breath was caught in my throat.  Somehow, she looked younger.  But there was no doubt in my mind that this was her.  Her brunette bob.  The flower-patterned dress which stopped at her thighs.  She wasn't innocent but she sure as hell looked it today.  

"You?"

"Hi." she smiled, acting innocent as ever.

"How old are you again?"

"Woah Juice," Tig growled, "That's my kid."

"She's eighteen brother.  Just turned it a few weeks ago," Chibs laughed, trying to make a joke of it, "Lexi here is off the table for a few years, least til Tig finally kicks the bucket."

I felt like my heartrate was going a million miles a second.  I made out with her.

Fuck.

The party.  I don't remember it.  Did we do more?

"You okay Juicey boy?" Chibs asked, "ye look a little green around the gills."

"Sure he's fine," Tig shrugged, "Come on Alex. Let's go on some rides. I remember you loved the little coaster when you were little."

"Okay dad!"

I felt sick to my stomach as the two of them walked away.

"Come on juicey lets get ye some water."

"Yeah,"I nodded along, "Water." 

Chapter 5

[chevvy-yates]

"I like to dance once in a while – on a vertical pole." – Vijay Steyr

Stripped – Depeche Mode (1986)

Hot in the City – Billy idol (1982)

That's the Way (I like it) – Dead or Alive (1984)

Venus – Bananarama (1986)

Let's put the X in Sex – Kiss (1988)

Gimme all You Lovin' – ZZ Top (1983)

You spin Me Round (like a Record) – Dead or Alive (1984)

Pour some Sugar on Me – Def Leppard (1987 UK/1988 US)

Boys (Sumemrtime Love) – Sabrina Salerno (1987)

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Here's the summary :)

Ep. 1 Love and relationships

- (At the time of filming) she implies she is single (we know she was seeing Andres tho)

- Question: how far have you gone with someone on the first date? About sex on the first date : she wants to wait, but she gets impatient. She doesn't want to waste her time. She wants to know "what she's dealing with"

- Question : how important is kissing to you? She thinks it's a deal breaker if someone is a bad kisser. She loves kissing a lot (turn on for her)

- Question monogamy or polyamory? She used to be monogamous because she thought open relationships were just people being friends with benefits. As she got older and more comfortable with sex, she realized that love is complex and it's possible to not be monogamous (makes sense with the podcast she did with Gigi where she talked about being poly)

- Question : what are your relationship deal breakers? Someone talked about not wanting a partner who's jealous and B said she likes a little bit of jealousy

- No question. She's already said this before, she doesn't enjoy anal sex. She prefers handjobs and blowjobs because she hates douching and having to track what she eats

- Question : sex with exes? B isn't against it because "you know the sex is good"

- Question : do you watch porn? She watches it, but says she gets better orgasms without porn

- Question : do you jerk off everyday? There are periods where she does and other periods where she doesn't at all

- Question : rimming on a first date? She's cool with it when it's done to her, but she won't do it to someone on a first date. She has to know the person very well to do it because it's one of the most intimate act in her opinion. She has only done it on 2 people

- Question : have you ever had an STI? Said she got one once (gonorrhea of the throat). Only had to take a pill

- Question : do you fart in front of your partner? She didn't say about farting, but pooping with the bathroom door open is a big no

- Question : do you want to be the one who proposes or be proposed to? She wants to be proposed to

Ep. 2 Arts and culture (she shared a lot less in this episode)

- Question about celebrity crush. Jason Momoa

- Question : what would be your pole dancing song? B said Pour Some Sugar On Me by Def Leppard

Thank you so much for this detailed summary nonny😊All of these answers have me smiling and they’re all just so B (and make sense with what we already know about her). And I feel like some of these answers work in fanction land too (though I know real life’s more important) like the answer about jealousy (which I’m actually not surprised about) and the sex with exes (that’s understandable for B too) and of course the one about rimming (there’s definitely already been fics written about this😁). I’m glad to hear that her views on love and relationships are evolving and that she’s open to new ways of being in love and having a partner since I feel like that’s new for her and a big step. And that answer she gave about wanting to be the one who gets proposed to is so sweet (and again very fitting for B) and shows how she really is a romantic at heart (I feel like she’s been showing that side of herself more and more)🥰

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Russia playlist

Gorbachov! Tear down that wall.......and turn up this Russia playlist! The Cossacks are dancing to this one and the yaks are singing. Russia, Siberia, Moscow, St Petersburg and a cold war. It’s all here in this Russia playlist. Hit play: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL-iHPcxymC18F7oDKY8zH1IOplzHM05MY

We begin the journey in Siberia and make our way across Genghis Khan territory towards Omsk and beyond. We have a look at Chernobyl, Ukraine for a look around and make our way up to Moscow, We finish up this playlist in St Petersburg. Hope you enjoy it.

RUSSIA

001 FROM RUSSIA WITH LOVE 007 OST - Main theme 002 Ozzy Osbourne - Crazy Train 003 The Beatles - Back in The USSR 004 Iron Maiden - Mother Russia 005 Sisters of Mercy  - Dominion / Mother Russia 006 Ramones - Cretin Hop 007 Sting - Russians 008 Russkaja - Peace, Love & Russian Roll 009 Robert Simon Thomas - Troika  (balalaika) 010 Jello Biafra, The Guantanamo School Of Medicine - We Created Putin 011 The Cult -  Siberia 012 Mastodon -  Siberian Divide 013 Yes - Siberian Khatru 014 Pesnokhorki Barnaul - Cossacks songs of Siberia 015 Diablo Swing Orchestra - Siberian Love Affairs 016 The Kills - Siberian Nights 017 The Night Flight Orchestra - Siberian Queen 018 Altai Kai - Traditional Siberian music 019 Vallenfyre -  My Black Siberia 020 Skyhooks - Jukebox In Siberia 021 MISERY INDEX - Siberian March 022 Wooly Mammoth - Mammoth Bones 023 Grumbling Fur -  Siberian Priest 024 Iron Maiden - Genghis Khan 025 Trans-Siberian Orchestra - Night enchanted 026 The Locust -  Live From The Russian Compound 027 ACCEPT - Russian Roulette 028 Cavalera Conspiracy - Genghis Khan 029 Diaframma - Siberia 030 Renaissance - Mother Russia 031 Echo & The Bunnymen - Siberia 032 Dschinghis Khan - Genghis Khan 033 Bad News -  Warriors Of Ghengis Khan 034 The Hu - The great Chinggis Khan 035 Shah - Escape 036 Ray Stevens - Surfin USSR 037 Ramones - Locket Love 038 Heirs -  Russia 039 The Dillinger Escape Plan - Hero of the Soviet Union 040 Natalia Albychakova - Takhpakh 041 Svetlanas - Go Fck You Self 042 Maloletka - Irkutsk Path 043  Kuban Cossack Choir - The hat all around 044 The Lords of the New Church - Russian Roulette 045 Paul Lay Trio - Irkutsk 046 Elvis Hitler - Rocking Over Russia 047 Russian Circles - 309 048 Thylacine - Irkutsk 049 Valeriy Voloshin and gruppa Pyatiletka - Irkutsk 050 DEVO -  Cold War 051 Güiro Meets Russia - It's Not The World, It's You 052 Powerwolf - Nightside of Siberia 053 Altai Kai - Oilo oilo altai 054 Arkona - Yarilo 055 Depeche Mode - People Are People 056 Gorky Park - Bang 057 Igor Stravinsky -  The Rite of Spring, Part 1- 3 Game of Abduction 058 Martika - Toy Soldiers 059 Transvision vamp    - revolution baby 060 The Stranglers -  No More Heroes 061 Gari Gari - Russian gypsy  music 062 Russian Sailors - Dance Yablochka 063 Manic Street Preachers - Revolt 064 Elton John - Nikita 065 Krokus - Russian winter 066 Prince - Ronnie Talk to Russia 067 Soviet SOunds - Baikal-Amur Railroad 068 Genesis - Land of Confusion 069 Duran Duran - Planet Earth 070 Today Is The Day -  The Russian Porn Ballet 071 Nytt Land - Ballad of Gjallarhorn 072 Rotting Christ - Ветры злые - (featuring Irina Zybina) 073 Metallica - Blackened 074 Anneke van Giersbergen, Árstíðir -  Russian Lullaby 075 Der Kommissar - After the Fire 076 Czas relaksu - Andrzej i Eliza 077 korobushka - Folk Russian 078 Peter Gabriel - Red Rain 079 FEAR - Bomb the Russians 080 Rush - Heresy 081 RUSSKAJA - Energia 082 Megadeth -  Peace Sells 083 King Crimson - One More Red Nightmare 084 Sodom - Nuclear Winter 085 Bruce Cockburn - If I Had A Rocket Launcher 086 Talisman - Hey you Horses! 087 Styx - Cold War 088 Grateful Dead - Throwing Stones 089 Gimines - Kai armonika tyliai užgros 090 EXHUMED - Coins Upon the Eyes 091 Mastodon -  The Czar 092 CCCP - American Soviets 093 Sapce Rockit - Supersonik Elektronik 094 Septic Flesh - The Eldest Cosmonaut 095 Quicksand -  Cosmonauts 096 Arkona - Zimushka 097 Abracadabra - Damned Dances 098 Pink Floyd - Two Suns In The Sunset 099 Prince - 1999 100 Trololo Guy - Sean Sell Duck with Fake Subtitles ( Buffalax Style ) 101 Armonika - Gromatele Parašiau 102 Diablo Swing Orchestra - Vodka Inferno 103 Accept -  Balls to the wall 104 Killing Joke - New Cold War 105 UB40 - The Earth Dies Screaming 106 RAMONES - Bonzo Goes To Bitburg (My Brain Is Hanging Upside) 107 TCHAYOK - Zavarka - Mi-minable 108 COH - Soii Noir 109 Vircator - Tunguska 110 Scorpions -  China White 111 Tears For Fears  - Everybody Wants To Rule The World 112 The Stalin - 解剖室 113 KAIRA - OХ РA 114 Alexander Robotnick - Ce n'est q'un début 115 Tunguska Electronic Music Society - Alpha Kawu 116 Arkona - Odna 117  Cist - Antisceptic 118 Sabaton -  Nuclear Attack 119 Leningrad Cowboys - Katjusha 120 PRONG - Rude Awakening 121 Imperial Age - And I Shall Find My Home 122 Так - пела метель 123 Fear Konstruktor - Nonexistence 124 Oneohtrix - Russian Mind 125 Police - Every Breath You Take 126 dEpEchE modE - Two Minute Warning 127 Ultravox - Dancing With Tears In My Eyes 128 Sigue Sigue Sputnik - Love Missile F1-11 129 Metallica - Fight Fire With Fire 130 David Bowie - Heroes 131 woven hand - my Russia 132 Survivor - Burning Heart (Rocky IV OST) 133 Forest - As a Shade Above This Land 134 Tesla - Modern Day Cowboy 135 Colossus Form - Son Of Nature 136 The Flying Lizards - Russia 137 Djivan Gasparyan - A Cool Wind Is Blowing 138 Iron Driver (feat. Pasha Mrachek) - Prisoner of time 139 Pussy Riot - CHAIKA 140 Boris Alexandrov - Катюша (Katyusha) 141 DEVO - Going Under 142 Motor - Yak 143 Nuclear Assault - Nuclear War 144 Edward Artemiev - Station (Solaris OST) 145 Soviet Valves - Puritan Blues 146 Verasy - Polet 147 FAVALLI - Yuri Gagarin 148 Wolfmother - Cosmonaut 149 Yuri Gagarin  - Psychological Discontinuity 150 Witchfinder General - Soviet Invasion 151 Korrozia Metallah - Russian Vodka 152 Russkaja - Kosmopolit 153 Dio -  Gypsy 154 The The - slow train to dawn 155  Blues Pills -  Gypsy 156 Rush - Red Lenses 157 Corey Hart - Komrade Kiev 158 Master - Metal Doctor 159 Howlin Rain - Phantom In The Valley 160 ARKONA - Liki Bessmertnykh Bogov 161 Pitchblack - IHATEU 162 Ozzy Osbourne - Killer of Giants 163 Scorpions - Wind of Change 164 Yat kha - Chorumal Bodum 165 Nadezhda Babkina, Russkaja Pesnja 166 Ramones - Here Today, Gone Tomorrow 167 Russian radio - red flag 168 Manicure - Atomic Summer 169 The Dillinger Escape Plan -  The Threat Posed By Nuclear Weapons 170 Love Among Freaks - Berserker 171 ARIA - HERO OF ASPHALT 172 Temnozor - Fatherland 173 Walknut - Motherland Ostenvegr 174 Weird Al Yankovic - Now That's What I Call Polka! 175 Underworld - Underneath the Radar 176 Skyclad - Polkageist 177 Helloween - Russian Roulé 178 John Coltrane - Russian Lullaby 179 Julian Cope - russian revolution blues 180 Rodrigo y Gabriela - The Russian Messenger 181 Kate Bush - Babooshka 182 ВИА - Чаривни гитары 183 Mastodon - The Last Baron 184 Hovert – Omyt 185 Minsk -  Consumed by Horizons 186 Kypck - Stalingrad 187 Def Leppard -  Gods of war 188 Black Country Communion  - Big Train 189 Sabaton -  Stalingrad 190  Doomsquad - Russian Gaze 191 Soviet Soviet - Human Nature 192 Murray head    - one night in bangkok 193 The Korgis - Young n Russian 194 Chelsea Light Moving - Communist Eyes 195 Helix - Champagne Communist 196 UDO - Train Ride In Russia 197 Mr Weebl - Russian Dancing Men 198 Jamie Jones   - Siberian Express 199 They Might Be Giants - Sold My Mind to the Kremlin 200 Ed Khuild - lolololololololol 201 Sepultura - Itsari 202 Vy Pole - Enormous 203 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - Fifteen Feet Of Pure White Snow 204 Gogol Bordello -  Gypsy Auto Pilot 205 Buffalex - Horse Eat My Nipple 206 Municipal Waste - Wolves of Chernobyl 207 Drudkh -  Cursed Sons II 208 Chernobyl - A song for the fallen 209 Russkaja - Hometown Polka 210 Toxic Holocaust -  Out of the Fire 211  Hail Caesar! Soundtrack - 19 Soviet Man 212 The Blow Monkeys  - The Man From Russia 213 The Devil's Blood - The Anti-Kosmik Magick 214 Orchid - Cosmonaut of Three 215 Vergeltung - Cold War 216 KYPCK - Alleya Stalina 217 Cabaret Voltaire -  Calling Moscow 218 Red Army Choir - Polyushka Polye 219 Iron Curtain - Ready To Strike 220 Porcupine Tree - Russia on Ice 221 Sigue Sigue Sputnik - 21st Century Boy 222 Al Stewart - Roads to Moscow 223 The Rolling Stones - Sympathy For The Devil 224 Soviet Soviet - ecastacy 225 KREMLIN - Will You Feed Me 226 AC/DC - Heatseeker 227 ANJ - Gorbachev 228 Katyusha (Катюша) - Aleksandr Marshal & Valeria Kurnushkina 229 ARKONA - Stenka Na Stenku 230 Black Obelisk -  The wall 231 Skyclad - Catherine at the Wheel 232 Pussy Riot - Kropotkin-vodka (Kill the sexist!) 233 Brian Eno -- Stedelijk 234 Zola Jesus - Siphon 235 Insect Inside - The First Shining of New Genus 236 MR. ZIVAGO - Little Russian 237 The Real McKenzies - Midnight Train to Moscow 238 Red Army OST - KGB 239 The Toasters - Night Train to Moscow 240 Thy Catafalque - Urania 241 The Apogee - Hieronymus Bosch 242 Sabaton - Panzerkampf 244 RUSSKAJA - Barada   245 Oneohtrix Point Never - KGB Nights 246 Faith No More -  A Small Victory 247 Mike and the mechanics - A Call To Arms 248 Michael Jackson - Stranger In Moscow 249 Blondie - Contact In Red Square 250 Rammstein - Moskau 251 Pseudogod - deathwomb 252 KGB - Subway Sleepwalker 253 Igor Butman Big Band - Moscow at 3am 254 Genghis Khan - Moscow 255 Demon - Blue Skies In Red Square 256 Type O Negative - The Profit of Doom 257 COH - Red Square 258 Cougars - Red Square 259 Ray Conniff - Moscow Nights 260 INDIANS IN MOSCOW - Indians in Moscow 261 Radio Moscow - 250 Miles 262 Kingdom Come - Crown of Moscow 263 Powerwolf - Moscow after dark 264 U.D.O. - Decadent 265 System Of A Down - Störagéd 266 Closure In Moscow - Pink Lemonade 267 VIBRATORS - DISCO IN MOSCO 268 IRA PETROWA - MOSKAUER NÄCHTE 269 Visage - Moon Over Moscow 270 Farmers Market - Red Square Dance 271 Wonderland -  Moscow 272 Courtney Pine - Red Square Gagarinesk 273 Stray Cats - Storm The Embassy 274 German Shepherds - Communist Control 275 Moloko - Radio Moscow 276 March of the defenders - Moscow 277 Takako Nishizaki - Podmoskovnye vechera( Moscow Nights) 278 Simple Minds - Moscow Underground 279 The Spotnicks - Moscow 280 The Russian Jazz Quartet - Journey from Moscow 281 Bob Crewe Generation - Miniskirts In Moscow 282 MODERN TROUBLE - FLY TO MOSCOW 283 Gorky Park - Moscow Calling 284 BB Gabor - Moscow Drug Club 285 Doe Maar - De bom 286 Manicured noise - Moscow 287 Russkaja - Ras Dwa Tri 288 PLANET P PROJECT - Armageddon 289 Clan of Xymox - Muscoviet Musquito 290 Gogol Bordello -  60 REVOLUTIONS 291 Uriah Heep   - Gypsy 292 Living Colour - Cult Of Personality 293 The Hollies - Russian Roulette 294 Kenny Ball and His Jazzmen - Red Square 295 Frank Chacksfield - Under Moscow Skies 296 Thomas Dolby - Eastern Bloc 297 The Redskins - Kick Over The Statues 298 The Alchemist - Moscow Mornings - Sunrise 299 N.O.T.A. - Moscow 300 Svetlanas - Where Is My Borscht? 301 Against Me! - Russian Spies 302 James Horner - Gorkij park (Gorky Park 1983) OST 303 Hetalia Russia - Moscú 304 Roberto Jacketti & The Scooters - Moscow Nights 305 Ram J Holder - The Blues in Moscow 306 Ivan Rebroff sings Russian folk songs - Moscow nights 307 Jethro Tull - Crest Of A Knave Said She Was a Dancer 308 Men At Work - Its a Mistake 309 Skeewiff - Moscow Mule 310 The Clash - Ivan Meets G.I. Joe 311 Captain Sensible - Glad its all over 312 Ulfdallir - Steel Armor 313 Arkona - Oi Ti ne Vecher (Oh Not That Evening) 314 Lena Katina - No Voy A Olvidarte 315 JOHNNY M5 - Moscow Nights 316   Eddy Huntington - U.S.S.R. 317 Selsius - Moscow 318 WINTERUS - MOSCOW 319 Mr. Zivago - Love in Moscow 320 Brutto - Moscow Calling 321 Udo Lindenberg - Moskau 322 Aliza Kashi - Moscow Nights 323 Angelic Upstarts - Last Tango In Moscow 324 ASIA - Russian Dolls 325 Blaze Bayley & Thomas Zwijsen - Russian Holiday 326 Kate Bush - Breathing 327 Roger Waters and David Bowie - When the wind blows 328 Roky Erickson & The Aliens - Sputnik 329 Moscow - Orange Juice 330 Ivan Rebroff - Cossack Patrol 331 Alexandr Gradsky - Как молоды мы были 332 James Horner - Gorky Park - Following KGB 333 B.T.R - Moscow City 334 Gogol Bordello -  Hats Off To Kolpakoff 335 CCCP - Sputnik [Cosmos] 336 Russkaja - Go Sputnik 337 Red Spektor - Cosmonaut 338 Bald Red Lady - Cosmonaut 339 Ulver - Russian Doll 340 Hawkwind - Sputnik Stan 341 Bad Acid Trip - Putin Fears Pussy 342 Queensryche - Operation Mindcrime 343 Dark Tranquillity -  Arkhangelsk 344 TOTAL REJECTS (This Night) I'm Going To Be Destroyed 345 Manic Street Preachers - The Next Jet to Leave Moscow 346 Billy Joel - Leningrad 347 Victor Smolski    - The Heretic 348 Boney M - Rasputin 349 Type O Negative - Tripping A Blind Man 350 Leningrad Cowboys - Leningrad 351 Accept - Stalingrad 352 Russian Folk Music - Russian Winter 353 Cavalera Conspiracy -  Rasputin 354 Kontrust - Rasputin 355 Bersarin Quartett - St. Petersburg 356 Folkearth - From Volga to Bosphorus 357 Anastasia - Rumor in St. Petersburg 358 Retox - Soviet Reunion 359 Fireside - Let Rasputin Do It 360 Mastodon - Oblivion 361 St.Petersburg Ska Jazz Review - Volga River Boat Man 362 THERION - The Khlysti Evangelist 363 The Mountain Goats - Evening in Stalingrad 364 Rage - Soul Survivor 365 Indigo Girls - Closer to Fine 366 ARKONA - Slavsia Rus 367 Russian Folk Music - Kalinka (balalaika) 368 Catch 22 - The Decembrists Song 369 Joanna Stingray - City of Lenin 370 Aria - Attila 371 KAUAN  - Khurum 372 Balalaika Ensemble Wolga - Cossacks Dance 373 The Liminanas - Russian Roulette 374 Vasiliy Shumov - Porridge 375 U.D.O. - I GIVE AS GOOD AS I GET 666 Russkaja - Change

https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL-iHPcxymC18F7oDKY8zH1IOplzHM05MY

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At some point, Eren decides to return the favour to Mikasa for all the pole and lap Dances she did for him and preforms one for her, putting together a playlist for the occasion made up of classic "Strip club rock" songs like Rock You Like a Hurricane (Scorpions), Pour Some Sugar on Me (Def Leppard), Wild Side (Motley Crue) and his personal favourite and the crowing piece for his big finisher, Wild Child (W.A.S.P.). Mikasa is impressed; he actually spent a few months learning how to dance from a an ex male stripper he knew from his Muay Thai class (Its Reiner) and developing a dance routine to fit the songs he picked.

ok listen anon you have the right idea. 10/10.

Lys and I were legit drooling over this the other day so imagine:

eren learning the magic mike routine to surprise mikasa

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tagged by @cajunquandary (sorry it took me a while i feel like i’ve done this one a lot so i didn’t wanna crowd my feed)

rules: you can usually tell a lot about a person by the type of music they listen to. put your favourite playlist on shuffle and list the first 10 songs, then tag 10 people. no skipping!

gallows pole (led zeppelin)

never gonna give you up (rick astley)<<MY SISTER WON’T STOP ADDING THIS

portrait (he knew) [kansas]

deep when the river’s high (the dead south)

midnight special (credence clearwater revival)

there goes another love song (the outlaws)

paranoid (black sabbath)

pour some sugar on me (def leppard)

dancing in the dark (bruce springsteen)

rock and roll (led zeppelin)

ima tag some people but feel free to ignore

@fandomstuff67 @contemplativepancakes @friedchickenangelwings @starrynightdeancas @willowwisk @jackttwist

[henryandkalcavillsdogpack41482]

Writing Prompt Ideas

1. Overhearing him complain it’s starting to annoy him how clingy you are getting. You then start to completely avoid him at all costs (I know it’s been done before, you can create your own idea or spin on it).

2. He gets consumed with work and totally neglects you and your relationship. It makes you pick up a hobby that you become passionate about.

3. Not wanting him to find out where you work or what you do for a living, he ends up finding out eventually.

4. While in Quarantine, he learns you are triggered and about to relapse, but you have been in Recovery you never have told him about it. Author's Note: I Battled With Anorexia and Binge Eating Disorder For 15 Years, Now Been In Recovery for 12 Years.

5. You really like and are attracted to him, but are ashamed that you are older than him, it feels morally wrong.

6. You work for Def Leppard, often an assistant at various times to all five band members, get to meet like that since all five Lepp Members fully are aware your fan and always fangirling over member him.

7.  Finds out that you secretly are good at dancing and at pole dancing as well.

8. Due to a act of Coercion placed on both of you, you and him agree to a Business Contract Like Deal Marriage of Convenience. 

More To Come Feel Free To Send  More Suggestions Or Ideas.

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What song do you think dick would pole dance to 😂😂

Pour some sugar on me by Def Leppard is my go to sexy song, but I imagine dick will be more pop? I'm thinking Boss Bitch by Doja Cat 😌

[andiwantneedlusthenrycavill41482]

5SOS Writing Prompt ideas Part One

1. Overhearing him complain to the guys it’s starting to annoy him how clingy you are getting. You than start to completely avoid him at all costs. (I know it’s been done before, you can create your own idea or spin on it)

2. He gets consumed with work and totally neglects you and your relationship. It makes you pick up a hobby that you become passionate about.

3. Not wanting him to find out where you work or what you do for a living, he ends up finding out eventually.

4. While in Quarantine, he learns your triggered and about to relapse, but you have been in Recovery you never have told him about it.

5.You really like and are attracted to him, but ashamed that your older than him, it feels morally wrong.

6. You work for Def Leppard (My other favorite band), often an assistant at various times to all five band members, get to meet the guys like that since all five Lepp Members fully are aware your fan and always fangirling over member of your choice.

7.  Finds out that you secretly are good at dancing and at pole dancing as well.

8. Due to a act of Coercion placed on both of you, you and him agree to a Business Contract Like Deal Marriage of Convenience. 

More To Come Feel Free To Send  More Suggestions Or Ideas.

[thedreamsmith]

Strip

  @arrowsandmixtapes​  @atc74​  @alleiradayne​  @captain-s-rogers​  for #OCAppreciationDay

Warnings: Explicit smut, swearing, canon typical violence

Word count: 6272

Summary:  A succubus is killing off clients at a high-end strip club. Dean comes up with an unusual cover story to get them inside. 

Rhea idly tapped her foot against the back of the front bench of the Impala in time to the music blaring from the stereo. Sam was dozing in the front seat, lulled into unconsciousness by the scorching Kanas sun - if his snores were anything to go by.

Dean was in a rare, happy mood; humming along to the music and drumming his hands on the wheel. 

As lovely as the vintage Chevvy looked, it had to have the shittiest air conditioning that she had ever seen – though Dean would give her hell if she dared bring it up. 

Tipping her head back, Rhea resigned herself to a slow, sweaty death.She was just considering poking Sam awake for some kind of entertainment when she felt the car slow down, Dean slapping the back of his brother’s head as they parked up outside a surprisingly classy-looking building.

 ‘Are you sure this is it?’ Rhea sat up with a yawn, eyeing the gleaming windows and tidy flower planters beneath them. ‘Thought this place was supposed to be a strip joint?’ 

‘You clearly haven’t been to the right kind of strip clubs.’ Dean twisted in his seat to grin at her, the sunlight illuminating the flecks of hazel in his eyes. Rolling her eyes, she sat forward, resting her chin on the back of the front bench. 

Classy or not, this club had had four of its clientele turn up dead just hours after leaving the place and after some research, it hadn’t been difficult to work out that a succubus was masquerading as one of the dancers.

 ‘Well how are we gonna do this then? We can’t just walk in and start chanting Latin at the strippers.’ 

‘FBI?’ Sam flicked through a sheaf of fake IDs.

‘I’m not wearin’ a monkey suit in this weather.’ Dean flicked his hand at the sign taped to the inside of the club’s central window. ‘Besides, I have a better idea.’ 

Sam and Rhea squinted against the light in an attempt to make out the words.

‘Not a fucking chance.’         

                                                                   **** 

As it turned out, there had been a chance, and Rhea tried to wipe the scowl from her features as she pushed through the club’s heavy double doors with the Winchesters in tow. Once her eyes had adjusted to the change in ambience, she cast her gaze around the spacious interior, taking in the bar along one wall and the stage and runway dominating the central space. Private booths along the wall adjacent to the bar, a door that must lead backstage in the far corner. 

They were greeted by a slight man in his early forties, wearing a suit that probably cost more than she could get from hustling poker in a whole month. A diamond stud glimmered in his right ear as he rose from one of the plush velvet chairs facing the stage. Behind him, a mountain of a man eyed the three of them stonily. 

‘Hi.’ Pasting on what she hoped was a friendly smile, Rhea stopped short of who she presumed was the owner of the establishment. ‘I’ve come to audition for the job opening. My friends here are looking to start as bouncers.’ 

The man’s eyes flicked to the brothers behind her before sweeping over her in a manner that seemed more like professional appraisal than a lecherous once-over. 

‘Wonderful.’ His smile reached his eyes - so blue they almost glowed. ‘I’m Liam Hanover, the proprietor of the Blue Iris. Why don’t you speak to our DJ? He can get your song choice set up and then once you’ve performed, I can give you a tour. Mark will interview the boys while I’m showing you around.’

Fantastic. She’d at least counted on Sam and Dean being otherwise occupied while she had to do this. So instead of shooting the elder Winchester in the kneecaps like she was desperate to, Rhea grinned winningly back at Liam.

‘Sounds good.’                                                                                       

 *****

 The opening chords to the Def Leppard song she’d chosen blared from the club’s hidden sound system as she stepped onto the runway. She hadn’t been particularly creative with her music choice; ‘Pour Some Sugar On Me’ was a pretty stereotypical stripper song, but at least it had an easy beat to follow. 

Liam had lent her a pair of stilettos to dance in, she just prayed she wouldn’t break her ankle in them. It had been years since she’d danced, and even then it had been ballet, not pole dancing 101.

 Sam and Dean were sat with Liam and the huge bouncer at the front of the stage, drinks in hand. 

Bastards.

But even as she cursed them, she couldn’t stop the heat from pooling in her core as the elder Winchester’s gaze bored into her. The room seemed too warm and suddenly taking her clothes off didn’t seem like such a bad idea. 

With a slow breath, Rhea gripped the pole and began to dance, letting the music and Dean’s almost-burning attention lead her through the steps. She dropped and lifted with the beat, letting each roll of her hips become a seduction, each arch of her back an invitation.

 Even if she didn’t have a hope in hell with Dean, she may as well pretend while she could. Her tank top already on the stage behind her, she made a show of peeling off her denim shorts to reveal the lacy blank panties that matched her bra. There was no way that she was taking off more than that – this whole thing was bad enough – so she tried to make up for it with her body. As she parted her lips and rose from a particularly flexible move that had the insides of her thighs stinging, Rhea let herself fix her gaze on Dean. It wasn’t hard to tell what was going though his brain, but how many other women had he thought about like this? 

It was all or nothing. That’s what she told herself at least; she didn’t want to end up as just another notch on his bedpost. But what were the chances that the infamous womanizer, Dean fucking Winchester, would want her for more than a night? He’d had plenty of opportunities to make a move in the two years that they’d been hunting together. Enough nights of just the two of them playing poker and drinking the Men of Letters’ expensive liquor together. 

She sank to her knees as the final chords faded out, arching her back so that the ends of her hair pooled on the stage like fresh blood, her chest heaving from the dance and the gaze that she could still feel tracing her figure.

 Poor Sam was probably just as uncomfortable as she was – the man thought of her as a sister. His little Magpie.

Rhea got to her feet to see Liam rise from his chair, grinning from ear to ear.‘That was fantastic, darling.’ He clasped his hands together. ‘You’re a natural. Why don’t you get dressed and I’ll show you around?’

 She nodded mutely as she tugged her shorts and vest top back on, suddenly unable to even look at Dean now that the show was over. Stilettos dangling from her fingers, she padded bare-foot off the stage, stepping into her converse she’d left near the hidden steps at the back of the room. 

From the corner of her eye, she saw Mark the Mountain gesture for the boys to follow him. Liam held the door for her, leading her down a short corridor to a brightly lit changing room lined with mirrors and vanity tables. Racks upon racks of sparkling costumes lined the back wall.

‘This is the girls’ dressing room. There’s plenty of make-up and hair products, but you’re more than welcome to use your own.’ 

Rhea let her eyes drift around the space; nothing immediately screaming ‘a demon was here!’

 Except…

‘What’s that smell?’ She wrinkled her nose slightly, for all the world looking like a potentially put-off new employee. 

‘Ah, yes, that.’ A crease appeared between the shorter man’s eyebrows. ‘We’re not quite sure where it’s coming from – the dancers started talking about a faint smell of rotten eggs about a month ago. We’ve got plumbers coming out to check the drains next week, but honestly, once everyone is in here with their perfume and whatnot, you don’t even notice it.’ 

Right when the murders started.

Since none of the dancers were actually here at the moment, she was going to have to go further with this half-baked plan. 

‘Fair enough. When can I start?’ Liam beamed, the worry melting from his face almost immediately.

‘How about a trial shift tomorrow night? If you get here about eleven, that gives you time to get your makeup and costume sorted.’ He shifted on his feet. ‘A few house rules though; twenty percent of your tips go to the house, but you won’t need to bribe anyone for perks. If any of the customers give you trouble, just alert one of the bouncers and they’ll take care of it. One of them will even walk you to your car if you need them to. 

Also, whether you sleep with any of the clientele – for financial gain or not – is your business, but just don’t get frisky on the premises – I’m not running a brothel. And if you’re not on stage, you’ll either be giving private dances or serving drinks. You got all that?’ 

Rhea blinked, taken aback at the sincerity in his voice.

‘I…uh…yeah sounds good.’ She released a breath. ‘Don’t take this the wrong way – but you seem to have a lot more…morals than the average strip club owner.’ 

Liam glanced at the floor, a smile lifting one corner of his mouth.

 ‘I grew up in…unfavourable circumstances and had to do some fairly distasteful things to get by. When I became the proprietor of this place, I figured that there would always be people who would need this kind of work, so I may as well create a safe place for them to do it. Besides,’ He shrugged. ‘The girls don’t exactly do it for me. My husband is a doctor, if you’d believe it. He runs a free monthly health clinic for all my employees.’ 

‘Seems fair.’ She nodded, ‘I guess I’ll see you tomorrow night then?’‘See you then.’                                                               

  ***

Rhea collapsed into the backseat of the Impala with an exaggerated groan.

 ‘I hate you both.’ ‘What did I do?’ Sam’s voice climbed a few notes as he turned in his seat, a disbelieving expression on his face. 

‘You went along with it. I don’t know.’ Rhea flapped one hand non-committally, her other arm flung over her eyes. ‘I’d say I’m never doing that again, but apparently I have a trial shift tomorrow night. We’re a go for demon activity – the back rooms stink of sulphur. I’ll let you know if I get a bead on the succubus - try and get the other dancers out of the way before we start exorcizing.’ 

‘Well only Sammy got the bouncer job, so it looks like I’ll just be there to enjoy the show.’ Dean caught her gaze in the rear-view mirror and smirked.

‘I didn’t manage to find any employee records for the dancers; it seems like Liam takes his girls on as independent contractors and doesn’t keep any of their information.’ Sam tapped his long fingers on the windowsill as Dean pulled away from the curb, seemingly oblivious to the syrup-thick sexual tension that had filled the Impala as entirely as the Kanas heat. 

‘It shouldn’t be too difficult to work out which one is killing off their clients. I could always lace my perfume with holy water and spray it about; see whose sexy devil costume goes a bit deeper than the little horns and nipple tassels.’ 

‘I think Cas would have a holy heart attack if you got dressed up as an angel.’ Dean snickered. ‘Although we do know that Clarence has a thing for sexy devils.’

 ‘He’s not the only one.’  Sam muttered, earning a glare from his brother. ‘Dude, you have no leg to stand on here! I’m not the one who…’ 

Rhea tuned out the brothers’ bickering as she watched the sun-bleached storefronts pass by. As ironic as it would be, she sincerely hoped that Liam wouldn’t ask her to wear the devil costume that she’d seen hanging in the dressing room. At least, she consoled herself, it couldn’t be much worse than that.                                                                              

 *****

As it turned out, it could be much worse. Rhea stared mutely at her reflection as one of the other dancers, a lithe blonde with the stage name Rosie, applied the last of the emerald glitter to her cleavage.

 Apparently, one of the other girls was off sick and Liam had needed her to fill in for her duet with Rosie.

And because the universe and Chuck and whoever else was in control of her shitty luck, hated her with a passion, the theme was DC villainesses. 

Rosie’s blue-and-pink-dipped pigtails bounced as she looked over her handiwork. Whorls of green glitter snaked up her arms and legs, dipping into her cleavage and circling her waist, perfectly matching the bra and thong that she had been given to wear. With her (sort of) natural hair colour, she hadn’t needed the wig that the other girl usually wore, so her blood-red locks were teased and curled into the siren-perfect waves of Poison Ivy.

 When she’d arrived, she hadn’t even had time to test for demonic activity before she was bundled into the dressing room and fussed over by her partner for the night. Rosie was a sweet girl, and eager to help. Rhea had checked her off the ‘possible minion of hell’ list within five minutes. 

The dressing room was such a flurry of glitter and activity that she hadn’t managed to get a good look at most of the other girls as they went about getting ready for their shifts. Dean was going to have a field day. The man loved Batman way more than was normal for anyone, let alone a dude in his thirties. 

Despite her misgivings, Rhea flashed Rosie a genuine smile which she returned. 

‘I think we’re on in a few minutes.’ The younger girl was as much of a Georgia peach as any she’d ever met, and she’d initially found it hard to catch much what she was saying. Even after being in the States for almost a decade, she was only used to the Winchester’s relatively neutral accents. She still held onto enough of her Scottish accent to be marked as a non-native.

 Rosie’s costume had required far less effort than her own – fishnets, smudged red lipstick and a few fake tattoos turned her into Gotham’s own Harley Quinn. 

Luckily, the duet was relatively simple, with no choreographed dance to follow; just a typical bump ‘n’ grind routine with a little girl-on-girl action set to ‘Sweet but Psycho.’ 

Rhea almost jumped when the tannoy called them to the stage. Really professional. But then she was up and moving, keeping her focus on Rosie’s bouncing pigtails in front of her as she tried not to break her ankle. 

Showtime.    

 Dean’s POV

 Dean was halfway through his third Jack and coke when the DJ announced Rhea, although tonight she was going by the stage name Lisandra. She had vetoed most of Sam’s suggestions and all of his last night back at the motel, when the oppressive heat had made it almost impossible for them to get any sleep.

Not one, but two figures stepped out onto the stage as the track started up with a high-pitched scream and his jaw almost dropped as he pieced together the theme of this routine.

 Rhea’s long legs were covered in glitter – all the way up to the thong that left very little to the imagination.

 The pair were greeted with whoops and hollers from other patrons of the club and Dean took a deep swig of his drink to douse the burning in his stomach that felt uncomfortably like jealously. He had no claim on the red-headed huntress, no reason to want to snarl at the other men in the crowd that they didn’t deserve to see her half-naked and sparkling, no right to see her move like liquid silk as her hands roved over the Harley Quinn she was performing with. 

Dean swallowed thickly as he watched the women on stage, acutely aware of the way his cock was pressing against his jeans. His chest tightened as Rhea dropped low, still impossibly dexterous even in those ridiculous heels. Harley’s crimson lips traced the ivory column of her neck, hands trailing up the back of her thighs as she rose, moving like she had been made to dance like this – like her hands were calloused from gripping a metal pole and not a sawn-off shotgun.

 He couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. He wanted, no he needed… 

Rhea’s cornflower-blue gaze met his and he shot up from his seat like he’d been tazed. He needed to find Sam. Dean knew he’d lose his seat almost immediately – he’d staked out a spot right at the front of the stage as soon as he’d arrived.

 His brother was stood near the bar, dressed in a tight black t-shirt that had already attracted the attention of one of the waitresses. The petite brunette barely came up to his shoulder in her heels but was making a show of batting her eyelashes at a clearly-uncomfortable Sam. An almost-comical look of relief crossed his face as he spotted Dean moving towards him and he managed to extract himself from the conversation to meet him halfway.

‘Sammy, it’s Rhea. The succubus must’ve ambushed her backstage and taken her appearance.’

‘Whoa, whoa. Slow down.’ Sam gripped him by the shoulders, concern creasing his brow. ‘How do you know? Did you test her?’ 

‘No, but I could feel her hoodoo demon magic on me. Look at me, Sammy!’ His brother raised his brows as he took him in, the rising panic in his chest masking any embarrassment he should feel about standing in front of his little brother with a boner. Rhea was a capable hunter but if the succubus had gotten the drop on her… He was already fumbling for his flask of holy water when a snort from Sam made him pause. 

‘What the hell are you laughing at man? Rhea’s in danger!’ He set his jaw, getting more pissed by the second as the taller man continued to laugh.

 ‘That’s Rhea on stage, Dean. You’ve got it bad for her, dude.’ Sam managed between breaths. ‘None of the performers so far have been demons.’ 

‘I…’ He started, chewing on the inside of his cheek as he glanced back at the stage. Rhea’s performance was ending, the two women collecting their tips as they headed backstage. ‘Shut the hell up.’ Dean finally snapped, both unwilling and unable to give voice to the cocktail of emotions that was swirling around in his chest. 

Without a backwards glance at his brother, Dean stalked back to the bar for another drink. Hopefully the succubus showed her face before he got completely plastered.  

 Rhea’s POV 

The backstage air was cool against her skin as she pushed through the doors hidden behind the stage. Emerald glitter trailed in her wake she headed back to the dressing room, Rosie hot on her stiletto heels. 

They had scooped up the bills from the stage without counting, trusting enough of one another to wait until they got backstage to split the tips between them.

 It wasn’t long before they each had an even stack of bills on their dressers. She had made decent money from just one performance, maybe being a stripper wasn’t so bad after all. 

The chatter of the other girls was background noise as she bent to check that her supplies were still in her rucksack. Holy water, salt and several knives were all nestled under the clothes she had worn to the club earlier that night. 

‘I love your tattoo.’ The voice behind her was low and smooth and when she straightened up, she saw that it belonged to a dark-haired woman in a revealing police officer’s uniform. The smile on her full lips was genuine enough but it didn’t quite reach the eyes that were fixed to the anti-possession tattoo on her shoulder blade.

She hadn’t even thought to cover it up before coming to the club – she’d been more worried about accidentally flashing her tits than her ink. Shit.

Rhea didn’t have time to grab the flask of holy water before the succubus flung out a hand, sending her crashing into a rack of costumes along the opposite wall. There were screams from the other dancers as they scrambled to the exit, abandoning any pretence at solidarity as they shoved through the doorway.

Even though they were a lower class of demon, succubi still packed one hell of a punch. Though because of their lesser status and the fact that they possessed their own corporeal bodies, rather than possessing humans, exorcising them had the rather spectacular effect of burning them to ashes rather than the usual outpouring of black smoke. 

Eyeing the distance between herself and her bag, Rhea adjusted her plan and lunged for the fire alarm on the wall above her. The piercing sound immediately clanged through the building. Hopefully that would alert Sam and Dean to the situation and give the civilians a chance to get clear. 

‘Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus-‘ 

She was cut off with a gasp as the demon tossed her back towards the dressing table, the mirror shattering on impact. Glittering shards scattered everywhere as she pushed herself up with a groan, reaching through the wreckage for her bag.

Her hand closed around the silver flask just as the succubus approached her, seemingly content to toy with her prey before she dispatched her. That was fine by her. 

With a flick of her wrist, she let the water arc from the flask, hitting the demon with a hiss and the stench of burning flesh. The brunette screeched, clawing at her face as she tried to rub the caustic substance out of her eyes. With an inhuman shriek, the demon took off down the corridor, clearly deciding that this was a fight she wasn’t going to win. 

‘For fuck sake.’ Rhea tugged at the straps of her heels for a second before resigning to the fact that they weren’t coming off quickly. With another muttered string of curses, she gave chase, pausing only to grab a pair of knives from her bag. She could give Crowley some new torture ideas involving impractical footwear.

 The succubus burst through the doors into the main part of the club with Rhea several paces behind and struggling to gain ground. With a grunt, she lunged forward, slashing down with her knives as she fell. The blades caught the demon in the backs of her thighs, cutting a jagged path through her hamstrings.

Blood gushed crimson from the wound, making her hands slippery as she scrambled to pin the felled demon. Her ankle twisted and she snarled, but finally managed to straddle the succubus, knees pinning her arms to the floor until she could hear bone grinding against bone. In rapid succession, Rhea landed a series of solid blows to her jaw, hard enough to draw blood. The demon only laughed, the sound obscene and crackling from the blood trickling from her mouth.

‘I smelled your desire as soon as you walked in. I could almost taste it - taste the way you lusted after-‘ 

Rhea let out a half-strangled scream as she wrapped her hands around the succubus’s slender throat before slamming her head against the floor. And then there was no longer ivory skin beneath her fingers – the demon’s glamour rippled away to reveal her true form; indigo skin and eyes like swirling galaxies, furred legs that ended in razor sharp hooves and twisting black horns. 

 ‘A little help here?’ Rhea raised her gaze to glare at the brothers who were stood over her and her prey, staring wide eyed at what had probably started as every guy’s hottest fantasy. 

Finally, they leapt into action; Sam chanting in Latin as Dean poured his flask of holy water over the writhing demon beneath her.The demon screeched, thrashing against her as her skin sizzled.

‘Wait! Wait! I can make you a deal, anything you want! It won’t even cost you your soul, just a year off the end of your life. I could make you irresistible – wanted by everyone, even-‘ 

Rhea slammed her head into the ground again and there was a sharp crack as her head snapped back and the tip of her horn broke off, skittering away under one of the empty tables.

‘Enough.’ She barely recognised her own voice; almost feral in her fury. She registered that Sam was coming to the end of the incantation and leapt up just in time to avoid being singed as the succubus burst into flames, burning so hot that her body was ashes within seconds. 

 ‘Well…’ Sam glanced from her to the smoking pile of ashes. ‘Lets never do that again.’ 

Her skin was a disgusting mess of drying blood and clumped glitter, and she wanted nothing more than a hot shower and possibly a fifth of tequila to wash away the memory of tonight. 

‘I quite enjoyed the first half of the night.’ Dean scratched the back of his head with the handle of his blade, but his trademark smirk didn’t quite reach his eyes. Something was bothering him. ‘But I can tell you one thing – you’re not getting into Baby like that.’

 She was just about to give a rather colourful retort about where he could stick his Baby when a movement by the front doors made her turn. Liam Hanover was picking his way through the wreckage of several shattered glasses and scattered dollar bills towards the trio.

 ‘I trust you had a good reason for assaulting one of my girls and setting off the fire alarm on one of our busiest nights of the week?’ The older man’s expression showed only mild displeasure as he took in the scene that the three of them presented.

  Shit.                                                                             

 *****

It had taken some time, and several runs through the security footage, but they’d finally managed to convince Liam that he didn’t need to call the cops on them. 

He even let Rhea clean up in the showers through the back, though a good amount of glitter had refused to budge even with soap and water.

 Dean had still given her a sideways look as she’d slid into the backseat of the Impala; to which her only reply had been a vulgar gesture that heavily relied on her middle finger. 

Rhea had dozed off on the short ride back to the Bunker, head resting against the window frame as the warm night air tugged at her damp hair. When they’d arrived home, she’d quickly said her goodnights to the boys before hauling ass to her room. 

Cas and Jack had given her odd looks as she’d swept past them in the library, still trailing glitter, but she couldn’t be sure how much Dean had pieced together from the mouthy succubus and hadn’t wanted to hang around to find out. 

Sleep didn’t come easily, despite her exhaustion, but when it did it was fitful, filled with a mind-addling mix of lust and fear and moss-green eyes that glimmered like the ocean.                                                                   

******** 

The next day had brought no new cases, so Rhea had woken late and used the rare downtime to restock the kitchen and catch up on laundry. 

The bunker was quiet now, despite it only being early evening. Jack and Cas were out at a movie; the angel eager to educate his young ward on pop culture in a more traditional way than Metatron had shown him, and Sam had retreated to his room with a headache some time ago.

 Dean was seated on the armchair opposite her, a glass of whiskey in one hand the TV remote held loosely in the other. He had been flicking through channels for the last ten minutes. 

Nearly a year ago, the occupants of the bunker had collectively decided that the library needed comfier seating than the Men of Letter’s had originally intended, so there had been a mass trip to the nearest furniture store to purchase a couple of armchairs and a long, deep sofa. Dean had also insisted on buying a forty-eight-inch HD LED TV and the whole setup had been tucked into a corner of the library, surrounded on two sides by bookshelves. 

Rhea glanced up as the hunter cleared his throat, her gaze meeting his as he stared at her with an unsettling intensity. A flush crept her face as she fiddled with the pages of her book.

‘Can I help you?’ Pleased that her voice remained even, she titled her head, waiting for him to either speak or break his stare. 

‘Was just wondering where’d you gotten the tat from. Don’t think I’ve seen that one before.’ This time his gaze was accompanied by a slight smirk, his eyes drifting down to her abdomen where the silver edilith encircled her navel. ‘Kinda’ hard not to notice it in your getup last night.’

 Now it was her turn to clear her throat. ‘It’s not new, an ex-girlfriend of mine gave me it when I was nineteen. She’s a rather powerful witch - still lives up in the Scottish Highlands.’ And dammit this was the second time in as many days that her ink had gotten her into uncomfortable situations, because the next part… 

‘It’s a bastardisation of an ancient Gaelic fertility ritual. Magical contraception, essentially. Protects me from everything a condom would.’ 

‘Awesome.’ His brows rose, his smirk taking on a distinctly naughty cast. ‘She the one who taught you to dance like that?’ Her breath hitched as she processed his words, weighing the possible meanings and the innuendo, trying to determine…

  Fuck it. If that wasn’t an invitation… 

She closed her book with a snap before rolling to her feet, never once letting her gaze drop from his, not giving her mind any room for doubt. Never mind that she was only wearing a ratty old t-shirt and a pair of boxers. Never mind that she was far more sober than she’d ever imagined herself to be while actually attempting this. 

‘No, she wasn’t.’ She padded across the space between them, using her foot to nudge his knees further apart. She dropped her voice as she leaned down, hands on the armrests, caging him in. ‘You see, Dean, that I’ve learned to watch people in this life; learned what makes them tick. And I’ve learned who they remember. They remember the woman who made every roll of her hips an invitation, every movement a seduction.’ 

Dean’s face had gone slack, and she could see the dark lust in his eyes warring with his doubts. It felt good to not be the one second-guessing for once.

 ‘And just who were you seducing?’ His voice was hoarse and almost breathy as his tongue flicked out to wet his lips. ‘Mark the bouncer?’ He raised his jaw slightly. ‘Sammy?’ 

‘Am I in Sam’s room right now?’ Rhea let her eyes flutter as Dean reached out to cup the backs of her thighs, his fingers feather-light as they trailed up towards her ass. ‘But this is all or nothing, Dean. I won’t just be another notch in your belt.’ Her breath was coming faster now, but she tried to keep her voice even, tried to keep that resolve even as her heartbeat thundered in her ears. 

‘Sweetheart, you’ve been driving me crazy for months.’ The green-eyed hunter surged up, catching her mouth with his as he tightened his grip on her ass. His breath was hot against her lips as he drew back enough to meet her gaze; crushing blue to blazing emerald. ‘I don’t think I could let you go after just one night, even if I wanted to.’ 

Rhea released her grip on the chair to thread her hands through his tousled hair, finding the longer strands at the back that were just enough to get a good grip and pull. The groan that escaped him was guttural, reverberating through her chest and sending waves of heat straight to her core. His fingers hooked in the waistband of her boxers, and he released her mouth to press butterfly kisses down her body, following the path of her underwear as he dragged them over her hips and off until they were puddled on the floor around her ankles.

Rhea moaned quietly, dragging her t-shirt up and off as Dean lifted one knee over his shoulder, dipping his head to trail his lips up the inside of her thigh. 

‘So wet already…’ His voice was an exquisite agony as his breath brushed against the apex of her thighs. With a low snarl, she gripped his hair tighter, almost pushing his face closer to where she needed him. With a dark chuckle at her urgency, he began to feast on her; his lips closing around her clit, alternating between sucking and circling the sensitive bud with his tongue in a way that had her seeing stars within minutes.

 Her legs trembled and Dean tightened his grip on her thigh where it was pressed against the side of his head. Meanwhile, he trailed his other hand up, up, up her leg until he was pressing against her soaked folds, matching the rhythm of his tongue with the steady thrust of his fingers. 

‘Fuck…Dean.’ She was moaning in earnest now, biting down hard on her bottom lip to stop from alerting the rest of the bunker. Cas and Jack could come back at any time… ‘God I’m close…’

 And damn him she could feel that cocky smirk against her as he increased his pace. Faster and faster until – Her legs shook and locked as her release barrelled through her, the man kneeling before her the only thing keeping her upright as she came down from the high. 

‘Fuck – that was…’ Rhea licked her lips as she glanced down at Dean, his own mouth swollen and glistening as he tilted his head back to meet her gaze.

‘Oh, we’re not done yet, darlin’.’ She barely had time to unhook her leg from his should before he was surging up, wrapping his arms under her thighs to grip her ass as he backed her towards the nearest bookshelf; hard enough to knock several of the no-doubt ancient volumes to the floor. 

And she met his passion blow-for-blow, her hands frantic as she ripped his t-shirt up and over his head, tightening her legs around his waist to let him undo his belt and slide his jeans down far enough to free his cock. 

He was hot and heavy against her, far bigger than she’d had in a long time. Dean didn’t waste any time as he pressed against her, the head of his cock stretching her out as he rolled his hips into her, letting her adjust to the size until he bottomed out. In the low light of the lamps, he was impossibly beautiful – all lean muscle and freckled skin criss-crossed by silvery scars from countless past fights.

 He kept the pace slow, pulling out almost completely before pressing back into her. She buried her face into his neck, trailing her lips along the tanned skin before biting down hard enough to make his hips jerk, rattling the shelf behind her. Rhea chuckled throatily at Dean’s frustrated growl, sucking a mark onto his neck. She was done being subtle and this was her claim.

 ‘Fuck me like you mean it, Winchester.’ Her voice was a purr in his ear, and he took her suggestion wholeheartedly. The bookshelf shook with each roll of his hips and she knew that she’d have a series of very odd bruises in the morning, but it was worth it for the way that Dean trembled as he tightened his arms around her, a jumble of words falling from lips as his rhythm began to falter.

 ‘I love you, I love you Iloveyouiloveyou.’ He squeezed his eyes closed as he fell over the edge, still and shuddering as he spilled inside her.

 It was a while before he moved again; almost reverent as he slowly guided her back to her feet, still leaning against the shelf for support. 

‘I love you too, even if you are a pain in my ass.’ Rhea smiled, dipping her head before glancing up at him from beneath her lashes, watching the lust in his eyes give way to something far softer than she’d ever seen in his expression. 

‘If you wanted me to be a real pain in your ass, you only had to ask, sweetheart.’ 

But there was no heat behind the innuendo – only tenderness as he dipped his head to press a chaste kiss to her mouth, lingering sweetly. 

‘We should get cleaned up before Cas gets home.’ 

‘What? Do you not want to invite the pizzaman to the party?’ 

Rhea shook her head as she moved past Dean to locate her clothes.

 ‘You’re unbelievable.’ 

‘I’m going to take that as a comment on my performance back there.’ 

She tipped her head back, a thoughtful expression on her face.

‘Accurate.’ 

[totheendofthelinepal]

TRY ME (PART 3)

Summary: You couldn’t stand Bucky Barnes, but as a part of the Avengers - You had no choice but to tolerate him. Until one day, mission gone ary - you realize that something else sparks between the two of you, in the most unexpected way.

Warnings: NSFW (18+), Swearing, Violence

Pairing: Reader (Y/N) x Bucky Barnes

You zipped up the last piece of uniform from one of the operatives body, still slightly out of breath from the exchange from before, your mind was almost blank at what had just happened, already remembering the feeling of Bucky’s sweaty body above you. You said nothing as the both of you began to dress again. You looked to his direction a moment, as he fumbled the zipper of his combat pants. His eyes met yours, and you felt the heat rise in your cheeks. Blinking away, you started to walk down the hallway. Bucky soon followed, the both of you quiet, until he finally piped up.

“Looks like you’re a lot more tolerant on your back, doll.” His tone was teasing.

“This never happened barnes.” You sighed, picking up the nearest gun.

“If you keep swinging your hips like that, its going to happen again.” He quietly mumbled.

You smirked lightly at his remark, knowing that it must be getting under his skin. Its about time that you had a hold on him. He had been pushing all of you buttons the last few months, now it was your turn.

It had been a week since the team returned to the tower, slowly but surely everything went back to normal. It took everything in you to ignore Bucky, you couldn’t let it show just how much you enjoyed the happy little incident in the middle of a rescue mission. It was so damn hard, now that you knew just what he looked like under the layer of clothing. It was even worse when the team was down in the training room. With every movement of his biceps, thighs, his back. God it almost drove you over the edge. You still burned with annoyance every time he spoke to you, and the two of you still fought like cat and dog. 

“I see forcing you two to work together has changed nothing” Steve sighed to you one afternoon, after yet another large disagreement. 

“Not my fault he’s still an asshole.” You huffed to him, feeling irritated beyond measure.

Bucky just smiled, causing your chest to tighten, as much you tried to ignore it. He was so damn handsome. You started to crave experiencing him again, but you’d never come out and say it. It was starting to drive you crazy, you could hardly bear it. 

It was bar night, something the Avengers would do every so often. You were sitting across Wanda and Sam, hearing their laughter in the background. You looked over your shoulder to see Bucky and Steve playing pool, Bucky was smiling again, and it downright pissed you off. His eyes caught yours, as he took a long swig of his beer. He smirked, knowing what you must be thinking. You looked away finally, not being able to conceal your need for him as good as you wanted to. 

“Y/N, whats going on with you?” Sam spoke over the loud music. 

“Nothing.” You stammered. 

You flickered your eyes to him again, unable to help yourself. This time you saw him leaning over the jukebox machine. This time your eyes traveled down his back, stopping at his thighs. You couldn’t help but remember how they felt pressed harshly up against you, damnit. You shook your head, beginning to ache at your core. Your blood began to boil, you wish he’d never touched you that night. Bucky turned now, a smile creeping on his lips. 

A familiar song rang throughout the bar, one of the 80s.

“What is this?” Wanda nudged Sam.

“Oh, Def Leppard. Pour Some Sugar On Me. Great song.” Sam took a small sip. 

You sighed loudly, you couldn’t take it anymore. Of course he choose this song. You shot from your seat, walking over to Steve and Bucky. 

“Mind if I join?” You leaned as confidently as you could.

“Sure. You know how to play?” Steve smiled to you.

“Yeah…for the most part. I just have a hard time working the pole, Just so big, my little hands can’t handle it.” You smirked.

“Here, I’ll help.” Steve looked to you sympathetically, making his way behind you. 

The plan you had brewing was working. Steve’s large body was softly behind yours, as his hand met yours helping you hit the pool balls. Bucky’s jaw clenched, his eyes where Steve’s hands were. 

“See? Easy.” Steve laughed softly, leaving your back.

“Thanks, Steve.” You smiled. 

A bartender came to you, offering you a new beer. You took it happily, your hands encasing around the top to open it. Bucky followed your every move.

“Need help opening that?” Steve noticed your struggle.

“No, I open up just fine.” You sighed in Bucky’s direction.

As soon as the words left your mouth, Bucky softly choked on his beer. You tried to withhold a laugh as best you could. Bucky laughed cockily, shaking his head.

“What is it, Buck?” Steve looked on confused.

“Nothing. Just….have to use the bathroom.” Bucky’s last few words dripped with seduction, giving you hint as to where he wanted you to be in the next 5 minutes.

You waited a moment, telling Steve some ridiculous lie about needing some air. You walked down the hall, looking to see any sign of Bucky. As you neared closer to the Men’s bathroom, a large hand encased around you. You turned to see Bucky, his devious smile spread on his features. Shoving the door open, he practically threw you inside. Fumbling behind you, he pushed you into the nearest stall. Slamming it shut, it didn’t take long until his mouth attacked yours. You missed the heavenly taste that resided on his mouth, now mixed with alcohol. The both of you out of breath, he broke away to peel off his clothing. You quickly removed your shirt, but before you made your way to your jeans, Bucky’s hands replaced yours, yanking them down harshly.

“Did you think that was funny? showcasing with Steve like that?” He breathed out.

“Got your attention didn’t I?” You smiled.

“You already had it, Doll.” He winked as his hands trailed down to your core, as he started to dance his fingertips across your sensitive spot, “Been thinking about this every damn day.”

You couldn’t help but moan out at his actions, gripping the sides of the stall. His hand pulled away, causing you to whimper at the loss of contact. His lips met your chest, as his tongue traced the outline of your bra, biting every so often. Your hands flew to his hair, gripping harshly pulling him to your mouth again. Still connected your lips dancing against each other. You felt his hands fumble his jeans and boxers, pulling them down quickly. You jumped up into his hands, wrapping your legs around his waist. 

“Get on with it, Barnes.” You breathed.

And at your words, he thrusted harshly up into you. Not giving you time to adjust, his hips worked hard and fast against you. Slamming your head back in pleasure, the loud noise of the music, Bucky’s groans, the slapping of skin, and your strangled moans filled the bathroom. He was relentless in his actions, causing you to finish hard against him. Before you could say anything, he continued his actions, you could hardly take the pleasure as he hit your perfect spot effortlessly. Keeping one arm to hold you, his metal arm shot above you gripping the stall, causing it to bend at his hold. Your eyes began to tightly shut, as you felt your second orgasm nearing you, crying out you felt the hotness drip down your legs, Bucky’s thrusts began to slow as he finished behind you, leaving a mess trickling down your legs. You began to come down from your high, your chest damp with sweat, your breathing trying to catch up with you. 

“Never happened my ass.” Bucky choked out, his voice hoarse from his actions. 

You began to laugh softly, until you hear the bathroom door open, your sharp gasp cut off as Bucky’s hand covered your lips. Bucky grunted in frustration, as he was still inside you.

“Barnes?” Sam’s voice filled the room.

Bucky slowly removed himself, wrapping you tightly around his body.

“Yes?” He struggled out, his breathing still uneven.

“….You alright in there?” Sam hesitantly asked.

“Yes, Yeah. Im fine. Yes.” Bucky stammered, looking to you.

“…Alright.” Sam said quietly.

You heard the door shut, and hopped down to the floor again. 

The next day, you could hardly control yourself. Bucky began to know just exactly how to get to you, and as much as you hated it, you savored each moment. You tried your best to not let it show, you knew that the rest of the avengers couldn’t find out. You definitely snapped at Bucky, making sure that the team thought you hated him. You all sat across from each other in the briefing room, going over an upcoming mission in the near future. Steve’s voice was a blur, as your gaze was caught on Bucky. 

“Im thinking we’ll send Y/N through here, She can get through the building faster. She’s quick, and also very quiet.” Steve’s voice became clear.

Bucky let out a soft chuckle at his words, leaving the rest of the team confused. Within range, you jutted your leg upwards, hitting dangerously close to his crotch. He shifted, holding his hands up.

“Sorry, continue.” Bucky smiled.

As he continued, you would drift your eyes to Bucky. He would sometimes catch you, his eyes almost telling you exactly what you wanted, how he wanted you. The team slowly panned out, leaving the two of you alone.

“What the hell was that?” You whispered to him angrily.

“Its just Steve when he said you’re ‘very quiet’…he’s clearly never heard you during sex, thankfully.” Bucky chuckled. 

You sat on the table, a hard glare filling your eyes. He laughed again, looking over you to make sure no one could see. He slowly unbuttoned your jeans, a smile forming slowly on his lips. You pulled away, knowing how dangerous this was. 

“Oh no. Like hell. Not in the tower.” You sighed.

He tugged at your belt loops, pulling you forward.

“Are you saying, that in here, right now….on this table, doesn’t sound fun to you?” He whispered the last words.

“Nope. Sorry.” You pushed his chest away, walking slowly out of the room.

You walked around the kitchen, the room was dark and quiet, the oven clock glowed, as it said 4:35 am. You sighed, knowing that now you were awake, there was no way you were going back to bed. You turned on a lamp closest to you, the room in a dim glow. You walked slowly into the walk in pantry, searching for anything appealing to eat. You sighed, walking around. You heard soft footsteps, and you turned to see Bucky. He rubbed his eyes softly, his bare torso lit by the dim lighting. He was wearing nothing but briefs. He walked into the pantry behind you, a smile forming on his lips.

“What are you doing awake, Doll?” his voice rasped out.

“I couldn’t sleep.” You simply said, your eyes drifting across his body.

“Need help?” He whispered, playfully pulling at your shirt.

You remembered now that all you had on was t shirt and underwear, this was dangerous territory. You started to walk out of the panty, Buck’s arm stopping you. He smiled softly, pressing his lips to yours. This time it wasn’t like he had kissed you before. It was gentle, soft. You tiptoed into the kiss, pulling his neck down hungrily. He pulled away, a soft chuckle leaving his lips. He reached over, closing the pantry door. You leaned in, only to be spun around, facing the pantry shelves. His hands crept slowly across your backside, squeezing softly to your ass. He laughed, pulling the flimsy fabric down your legs. He gently wrapped his fingers around your hips, his mouth now ghosted next to your ear.

“You smell so damn good.” He whispered, his lips pressing softly behind your ear.

Your hands reached the shelves, signaling that you were ready for him.

He positioned himself, pushing in slowly. You both sighed in contentment as he began to move agonizingly slow. Soft groans slipped Bucky’s mouth, his hot breath against your neck. As your body ricocheted off of his, his pace began to quicken. Soft whimpers left your mouth, throwing your head back against his shoulder. Your bodies began to move in sync, his hand trailed up your stomach. 

“God you feel so good.” You breathed out, fluttering your eyes closed.

He only laughed, his hand gripping behind your knee, he lifted it as far as he could. Hitting you in entirely different angle, you gripped for anything in front of you, but it only caused the boxes and cans of food to hit the ground. Bucky slowed, as the both of you reached your finish, leaving your body trembling lightly. Your head still to his shoulder.

“Feeling tired?” He breathed out.

Nodding slowly, he laughed.

It began to be a pattern.

The pantry.

Your closet.

His closet.

Against a car.

Training Room.

He was like some kind of habit you couldn’t get enough of, and luckily, the two of you haven’t gotten caught yet. 

The two of you kept it as quiet as possible, being careful of where you decided to give in to each other. But the problem was, your hatred began to fade, now the two of you being civil to each other the others picked up on it. They started to notice a difference.

“Hey Y/N?” Natasha broke your thoughts.

“Yeah?” You turned to her, to see she was holding a pair of black lace panties, your panties.

You kept your composure looking to her.

“Know who’s these are?” Nat cocked an eyebrow.

“Nope. Why?” You breathed out.

“I found them in the training room, they were hanging on the leg press.” She quipped.

You tried not to smile at the memory. 

“No. Not mine.” You did your best to withhold yourself.

You sighed heavily, assembling your gun. Steve had the team on a covert mission against a threat to the U.S. He paired you with Bucky, of course. The two of you were on extraction duty of any civilians trapped in hostage. As you walked down the hallway of the very large facility, You and Bucky said nothing, and you didn’t have to. 

“Y/N. there’s a room downstairs with two hostages, Im seeing about three men guarding, all armed.” Nat spoke in your ear.

“Affirmative, making my way now.” You sighed.

“Behind you.” Bucky quietly walked behind you.

“Not yet.” You smirked, earning a soft laugh from him.

The two of you took out each guard with ease, as you ushered the civilians to the air jet . Steve’s eyes flicked between the two of you. An unknown look on his face.

“You two sure have been working well together.” He commented.

“Haven’t heard any ‘asshole’ or ‘princess’ today. It’s a strange feeling.” Sam laughed lightly.

“Barnes, you’ve been getting a lot better in combat. whats your secret?” Natasha raised a brow, looking to you.

“Just been working my legs more.” Bucky sighed

Your eyes grew wide to Nat, realizing how that must’ve sounded.

“Oh really?” She began to smile, “Yeah that leg press works wonders.”

Bucky clearly not knowing what Nat was doing, just smiled.

You breathed in, shaking it off. She couldn’t be on to you. 

“Im thinking I need to pair you up more. It took you what, 15 minutes?” Steve smiled.

“Well, its because she finally shut up. I could tolerate her more.” Bucky laughed, that was your signal.

“He isn’t an asshole either when he keeps his trap shut.” You sighed.

Most of the team rolled their eyes in a annoyance, but Nat kept her knowing smirk plastered on her face. 

As you all settled into the jet, most of the team knocking out into sleep within minutes. Bucky’s gaze was held on you, a smile played on his lips. You looked a second time to make sure everyone was sleeping, before slowly making your way to the bathroom. You waited quietly, until Bucky slipped through the door.

“Ever had sex on a jet?” He chuckled, walking to you.

Stopping him softly, a confused look crossed his features.

“I think Nat knows.” You whispered.

“How?” He laughed lightly, pressing his lips to your neck.

“Because, she found my damn underwear on the leg press, remember…when you had the bright idea of-“

“Bending you over the workout equipment? Oh I definitely remember that.” He smiled against your skin.

“Well as much fun as that was, your little comment back there practically confirmed it.” You tilted your head, his mouth traveling to below your ear.

He pushed your waist backwards, hard against the small sink. You gasped lightly, as his hands dove inside your pants, already rubbing softly to your core.

“Buck…we” You breathed shakily. “We can’t. not here…they’re out there.”

“You’ll just have to keep that pretty little mouth of yours quiet.” He laughed again, this time his lips traveling across your jaw.

Giving in like you always do, you fumbled his jeans open, him following your actions. The both of you left the remaining clothing, knowing this couldn’t last long. After the both of you had easy access, he entered you, thrusting quickly and quietly. Helping each other out, his hand over your mouth, your hand over his. Soft, quickly breaths filled the small bathroom. His thrusts caused you to hit the back of the skin, causing small thuds to ring out. Completely blissed your head fell back, until you heard a large noise come from behind Bucky. Your eyes shot open to see Nat, crossing her arms.

“Shit.” Bucky hissed, covering you.

“Mhm.” Nat quipped, “Just as I thought.”

“Cant you read occupied.” Bucky breathed out.

“Oh I’m sorry. Need to finish?” Nat smirked.

“Nat. Shut the door.” You breathed out.

The two of you breathed ragidly. You went to move away, but Bucky held you still. 

“Seriously?” You laughed.

“Im hard as a rock, Doll.” He chuckled almost nervously. 

You bit your lip to hold back the laughter, you moved this time, pressing him against the bathroom door. Pulling the rest of his jeans down, a smile played across your lips, you went to your knees.

“I can help with that.” You whispered.

“You’re going to be the death of me, Doll.” 

Bucky laughed softly, brushing his fingers through your hair.

“Just know that I can still hear you.”

Nat’s voice rang out behind the door.

[sinceileftyoublog]

Riot Fest Sucks

BY JORDAN MAINZER

Riot Fest Sucks. It’s a tongue-in-cheek phrase that occupies multiple meanings and connotations, referencing the organizer’s self-deprecating recognition that they’re not gonna make everyone happy with the lineup and scheduling conflicts. It’s the name of a Goose Island Beer Co. pale ale made for the Fest, at times served lukewarm, its $10 price tag a symptom of a somewhat pretend punk festival bombarded by corporate sponsors whose presence fails to belie the lack of close, cheap parking, credit card lines, and functioning ATMs. Oh, and Riot Fest Sucks because hours into it my girlfriend sprained her ankle exiting the Vans popup experience down the 20-foot fire pole with no soft landing. So unlike previous years, this year, I left after a couple sets on Friday.

I won’t get there yet--first things first, Caroline Rose. When I walked up to her stage and heard Natalie Prass playing on the loudspeaker, I thought what I initially did upon first seeing Rose’s name in small print on the lineup poster: “Why not Pitchfork?” But as soon as her band gradually came out--first "nicest legs in the band” drummer Will Morse, then “handsome and single” bassist Mike Dondero, then “best friend” Abbie Morin--and started playing a surf rock melody as Rose entered, it was clear that her unique mix of electro pop and retro rock--not to mention her early folk and country material--had her suited for a festival that embraces classic sounds. They began with new song “Everybody’s Making Out”, potentially from the new album she just finished, and then “Cry!”, the band providing a plinky breakdown to the LONER standout. Rose alternated between genuinely appreciative of a fairly large crowd coming out early on a Friday to hear some upbeat but sad songs, and being playful and goofy--essentially conducting the band with her feet while playing keys on another new spacey synth pop song, all before noticing the camera and posing as if she was in a photoshoot. Her joking fit the sarcasm of songs like “Money”, which was interrupted by Rose chugging a 312 and barely smashing the can on her head and then playing Aerosmith’s “Don’t Wanna Miss A Thing” on kazoo. Rose is as fun at a festival as she is forlorn on record.

But then the incident happened. I listened to a remarkably nonstop and consistent Hot Snakes set through the medical tent next to the stage as my girlfriend iced her foot, leaving for urgent care right as Neck Deep’s catchy but juvenile pop punk began, not to return until mid way through Turnstile on Saturday. Thankfully, we were able to rent a wheelchair for the next couple days. Navigating the grounds with a wheelchair was a challenge, parking for free on Roosevelt before going through the grass of Douglas Park and the various street curbs separating the Ferris Wheel and the Rebel Stage from the main area. For what it’s worth, save for a couple unsavory comments (“You’ve got him trained well!”), most people were extremely aware and respectful, moving out of the way when necessary, and even helping us out of the mud. We chose not to get ADA access next to the sound stage until Sunday, partially because we were unaware of the possibility, but also because we wanted to be with friends and in the crowd. And from my brief experience, Riot Fest and its attendees walked the walk as much as they talk the talk about acceptance and zero tolerance for discrimination against differently abled bodies.

Speaking of Turnstile, what I saw from them was a perfect mix of rap rock, hardcore, and nu metal, favoring songs from last year’s Time & Space like “Generator”, short ditty “Bomb”, and standout “Moon”, the last played twice, once regularly and once a capella by vocalist Brendan Yates to close the set. It was much more inventive and progressive than the band who commenced immediately afterward, nonetheless Riot Fest staple Gwar. This time around, most of Gwar’s set surprisingly focused on the generic thrash music, not as many antics, just costumed men playing and spraying blood willy nilly as opposed to as part of a plot. (Except when they killed Donald Trump--that was great.) It’s not Riot Fest without Gwar, but at this point, their sick jokes and edgelord humor is appealing mostly to dudes like the one in the Joe Rogan 2020 shirt I saw leaving the set.

We then traveled to the secluded Rebel stage to catch supergroup The Damned Things, who thankfully came on late, since on the way we got caught up in one of many “What happened?!?” conversations with a friend. The band first formed in 2010 to release their debut album Ironiclast, then consisting of Joe Trohman and Andy Hurley of Fall Out Boy, Scott Ian and Rob Caggiano of Anthrax, and Keith Buckley and Josh Newton of Every Time I Die. Nine years later, they’ve released their second album High Crimes, and this time around, Caggiano and Newton have left, and in has come Alkaline Trio’s Dan Andriano. At Riot Fest, they played half songs from the first record, half from the new one, including the first four tracks of the latter, which showcase equally what The Damned Things do well and where they fall into the traps of MOR rock. “Cells” is more raw than you’d expect from a band with FOB and Alkaline Trio members, both on record and live, and is a surprisingly great introductory song to the album. The other songs they played from High Crimes, including cheesy cheerleader chanting “Something Good” and “Omen”, whose lead riff can’t decide whether it rips off Tame Impala’s “Elephant” or Muse’s “Uprising”, could have been ditched in favor of record standouts like “Carry a Brick” or “Young Hearts”. The former combines the vocal urgency from Buckley that we’re used to with ETID, with Anthrax-worthy thrash metal, while the latter (along with the record’s centerpiece “Storm Charmer”) interpolate a menacing blues rock stomp that could have been emphasized over the pop punk sheen of the Fest. Not to mention “Let Me Be (Your Girl)”, whose music is straightforward but whose lyrics feature gender inversion when assumed sung from the perspective of the lead singer. I left enjoying the set but wishing they had played for longer so I could hear the deeper cuts.

Album score: 6.3/10

Of course, the scheduling gods put Testament, also known as “if Metallica was still good,” during The Damned Things, so we had time for just a bathroom break before catching The Struts. In case you’ve never heard of them, The Struts are English glam rockers, fronted by a man who wears a shirt with batwing sleeves, who fancy themselves the lovechild of Queen and Def Leppard but end up falling closer to someone like The Darkness--which is not a bad thing! Their second album Young & Dangerous is catchy and somewhat undeniable, and the band’s fanbase came out to support them at Riot Fest, British flag in tow. It was probably the crowd’s enthusiasm that fed off lead singer Luke Spiller that made the set infectious; “If you’re not ready to dance and sing, then you might as well fuck off,” he proudly proclaimed, a nice, clear contrast to drummer Rafe Thomas oozing out the words “Hello Chicago” in the most droll voice possible. Sure, the lyrics “I bet your body’s so sweet” are even more cringey in 2019 than they would have been in the 70′s and 80′s, and the “instructing the crowd to get down to the ground” maneuver is pretty tired, but it was refreshing to see a band so unabashedly and unironically unashamed of their influences. “Don't wanna live as an untold story / Rather go out in a blaze of glory,” Spiller sang on the opening lines of “Could Have Been Me”, and upon ending the song, he instructed the crowd: “Ladies and gentlemen, remember our names!” It felt like a scene from a movie, and I couldn’t help but think that such cinematic flair is exactly what the band is going for.

I had time to catch a little bit of underrated electro pop band Pvris and pick up an Orange Wit from All Rise Brewing Co (another Riot Fest staple whose most popular beer has actually improved over the years) before catching Wu-Tang Clan, almost by default. The legendary group seems to be Riot Fest’s token hip hop booking every other year, and so I’ve seen them play Enter the 36 Chambers about 36 times. They ended up doing it again even though not billed to do a complete album set, but was I really going to see Rise Against, Manchester Orchestra, or Andrew W.K. over some of the greatest artists, let alone the greatest hip hop collective, of all time? I’ll take time number 37.

Then came what I knew was going to be the most difficult decision of the weekend, and one I kept thinking about even after it was made. Thrash metal titans Slayer were playing their final Chicago area show at Riot Fest, and their other supposed farewell show I saw last year was phenomenal. Then again, who am I to believe that this would be the time Slayer would finally stop cashing it in and retire? Instead, I opted to see something I very likely would not see again: Bloc Party playing their 2005 debut Silent Alarm in full. Based on how surprisingly great their Lollapalooza 2016 set was, I was eager to hear a set filled with, uh, only good songs, and the idea of the first sounds of the set being the echo of the opening drums to “Like Eating Glass” traversing through the crowd, was one that supplied me with a rare kind of glee. So when the band came out donning masks, launching into the album’s slow final song “Compliments”, I realized that what I initially heard as speculation--that they would be playing the record in reverse--would be true. There went my dream. The sounds and images of fire coming from Slayer’s stage filled me with regret.

But as the set went on, I realized that the choice was one that was both strategic on the part of the band, making the crowd stay to hear favorites like “Banquet”, and beneficial to the crowd. Each song was more energetic and frankly better than the previous one, from the sweet dancefloor melancholy of “This Modern Love” to the stop-starts of “Positive Tension” and “Helicopter”. Of course, “Like Eating Glass” proved to be a worthy singalong, everyone around me air drumming like nobody was watching. And I even got to see Slayer close with “Angel of Death” on the way out!

With one full day of Riot Fest finally in the books and surprisingly sore from navigating a wheelchair over patches of grass, mud, and curbs, I was thankful that the first batch of sets we were interested in seeing on Sunday was at the same stage, where I could grab beer and food and come back, and we could switch off between the grass and the ADA stage (which, awesomely, had free water). Arriving to hear the end of wildly cool and catchy Chicago post-punk band Ganser, we sat and waited for Nick Lowe with Los Straitjackets (and watched a different kind of “jacket” swarm unfortunate members of the crowd who mistakenly wore too much cologne). With the masked instrumental rockers (another band with masks?!?), two years ago Lowe released an album of instrumental versions of some of his best songs, so I was curious to hear how they would fare as his backing band. They got a slowed down “So It Goes” out of the way, as if to say to casual fans in the crowd, “I dare you to leave,” before burning through a variety of early era Lowe classics like “Without Love”, given a country spin by the band. The band delivered a mid-set instrumental performance as Lowe took a break, showing their guitar chops and stop-on-a-dime dynamism, before Lowe came back for “Half a Boy and Half a Man” and the other song everybody was waiting for, “Cruel To Be Kind”. Before playing set closer “Heart of the City”, Lowe said to the crowd, “Thank you, music lovers!” the quintessential statement from a true “music critic’s band,” but one with the pop songwriting talent to reach beyond.

I took the one-two punch of the “Save a lollipop, suck a dick” t-shirt and the tardiness and subsequent flatness of The Village People’s set as a sign that I should leave and walk by Less Than Jake opening their set with Back to the Future music, be mad again at the scheduling gods for putting the amazing-sounding Ride at the opposite end of the park from where Guided By Voices was about to play, and grab some delicious Harold’s Chicken for myself and unfortunately protein-lacking pad thai for my girlfriend. But there’s nothing like GBV to fix a less-than-ideal situation or improve an already good one. “How do you follow The Village People?” Robert Pollard hypothetically asked as the band went on. “With the village idiots!” With even less time to play than they had at Summerfest, GBV churned out practically all hits, starting with their usual set closer “Glad Girls” and revealing a barrage of known live gems--“Cut-Out Witch”, “Motor Away”, “The Best of Jill Hives”--and some they haven’t played in a while, like Isolation Drills’ “should have been a hit” “Chasing Heather Crazy” and “Echos Myron” prelude “Yours to Keep”, during which a crowd member actually blew a whistle when Pollard sang, “the whistle blows.” The latter was part of the band’s Bee Thousand finale, giving a crowd of casual fans exactly what they wanted and pleasing diehards no matter what.

Deciding to forego sprinting and catching any of Against Me!’s full albums (two of them!) set or Dave Hause & The Mermaid, I planted myself in a spot where I could see Kate Pierson and Cindy Wilson’s beehives. The B-52′s followed a recipe for success in their set, leading off with track one of their debut, placing one hit early (“Private Idaho”), segueing a couple more from their debut into “Roam”, saving the two you knew they were gonna save for last. (Though I didn’t know they’d introduce “Love Shack” with War’s “Low Rider”.) The band was appropriately absurd and silly, frontman Fred Schneider’s sprechgesang adding hilarity to his response to Pierson’s “Something’s on fire in that pizza joint!” (“That’s my dinner!” he responded.) After the band ended with “Rock Lobster”, Pierson broke character and said two very serious things: 1) “Please vote!” and 2) “Go see Patti!”

And Patti Smith we did see, in all her glory. Her voice was as strong as ever on “People Have The Power”, “Dancing Barefoot”, “Free Money”, “Because the Night”, and “Gloria”. Unfortunately, almost half of her set was covers: “Are You Experienced?”, The Rolling Stones’ “I’m Free”, “Walk on the Wild Side”, “After the Gold Rush”, and for some reason, Midnight Oil’s “Beds Are Burning”. I would rather have heard something from her excellent later career albums like 2012′s Banga.

Hey, but she got a tribute during The Raconteurs’ set, as they chanted a little “Gloria” during “Top Yourself”. Along with shouting out headliners Bikini Kill (and the fact that they call God a “she” on new album closer “Thoughts and Prayers”), was it all part of Jack White’s plan to reveal himself as a feminist punk? I’m not sure; I do know that sociopolitical ideas aside, Help Us Stranger is a bit underwhelming as compared to the previous two Raconteurs releases, which were no White Stripes albums themselves. In any case, the band gave a very good set, because Jack White live is not to be reckoned with. The generic charge-up of album opener “Bored And Razed” was a buzzing jaunt on stage, and the blue-eyed soul of “Now That You’re Gone” was actually a nice change of pace from the blues-rock mashing of “Top Yourself”. On record, though it’s a welcome Ryan Adams diss track, “Don’t Bother Me” is straight up annoying, the repetition of the title after each line well-intentioned but flat--again, live, it somehow worked as a piece of absurdism. Thankfully, the band did play some of Stranger’s highlights, like the beautifully melancholy “Only Child” and power pop jam “Sunday Driver”. I wish they had replaced the comparatively generic “Somedays (I Don’t Feel Like Trying)” with catchy punk dirge “Live a Lie” or “Thoughts and Prayers”. The latter is the best song on Help Us Stranger. From the title, you think White might be trying to comment on gun control, but the song is at heart about life, a zooming folk odyssey rife with synths and fiddle and mandolin. “There’s got to be a better way / To talk to God and hear her say / ‘There are reasons why it is this way’,” White sings. It would have been an appropriate Riot Fest song: realistic, yet inspiring.

Album score: 6.3/10

But it was Bikini Kill’s triumphant reunion that was the perfect way to end the weekend, with dizzying instrumentation courtesy of Tobi Vail’s drums, Kathi Wilcox’s bass, and Kathleen Hanna’s guitar and siren of a howl. You knew they would sound great and play everything you wanted, from “Rebel Girl” to “Demi Rep”, the latter of which I hope will expose a new generation of fans to the band as the theme song to Hulu’s excellent PEN15. But the most fitting, even if not entirely poignant, was Hanna’s commentary, decrying “Let’s take this country back” white feminists and men who think they know everything, calling out rape culture more explicitly than anybody at the entire fest. “I’m sure Slayer talked about this a lot,” she quipped at one point. But it was a thought-provoking off-handed comment, one that makes me look forward to future lineups. Forget my forced symbolism of a $10 dollar beer. And I know the inherent problem of having a private, very white festival in a public park in a neighborhood made up of predominantly people of color, is not going to go away as long as the fest stays in said park. But Riot Fest can make a statement with the curation. Do they continue to market to nostalgia with minimal radical politics? Or will the festival live up to the name and, in their own words, stop sucking?

[tiggys-bitch]

Chapter Three - Party Time.

Here is chappy 3 lovelies! 

We really hope you’re enjoying it! Feel free to ask us any questions you have or fangirl with us lmao

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Xoxo

Babydoll and Lassie.

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It was 10pm the party was in full swing. Chuckie, Gemma and a few croweaters were given the task of setting the place up with snacks, alcohol and a couple decorations here and there. The place was ready within less than two hours thanks to Gemma roping everyone in on helping. People had been arriving and mingling for the past hour, but the guests of honour were still getting ready. Roxxie was calming down a very anxious Rissa in their dormroom. "You look fine, i promise." Roxxie told her friend. "You looked hot before but now? Oh honey you're smokin' hot!" She teased, hoping it would lighten her mood. Rissa wasn't all that bothered about what she was wearing, it was the fact that her and Roxxie were thrown a party. She was annoyed that they were celebrating them when so much shit went down for them to get here. But mostly, it made her feel overwhelmed. She had never felt so welcomed before. Her own family didn't do anything like this! Everyone was being so kind and genuine with her, she hadn't experienced it before and didn't know how to react. Rissa enhaled a deep gulp of air and then nodded. "Okay. I'm ready. Let's go." She told her bestfriend with a smile on her lips. Tonight was the perfect time to forget about what's happened and to just loosen up! The two girls got up from the bed and exited the dorm, ready to party until they could no longer stand.

The clubhouse was filled with people, music and alcohol. It was safe to say Rissa was nervous as hell, she felt like she had a point to prove. She felt as if everyone thought of her as a snobby fragile rich bitch from first impressions. She wanted to prove to them she could let her hair down. Roxxie had helped give her a make over and even though it was way out of her comfort zone she felt pretty damn hot. Rissa wore a pair of ripped black skinny jeans, a guns n roses tank and high heeled black boots that she had borrowed from something called a crow eater. Her dark hair was wavy and her make up was perfection. She turned to Roxxie and gave her a smile. "I'm gonna get a drink." She said with newfound confidence. Her friend nodded and gave Rissa a slap on her ass as she strolled over to the bar.  That's my girl, Roxxie thought. "Hey chuckie, can I get a double vodka soda, please?" Rissa asked the man who was whizzing from person to person getting their orders. "Sure thing Rita." He replied before running off into the kitchen. "I think you'll find this beautiful lady's name is Rissa, Chuck. Grab me a whiskey while you are at it." A familar Scottish accent called to the smaller man. Rissa felt her cheeks hotten. Chibs' voice made her melt. "Beautiful lady huh? Not calling me rich bitch or fancy pants or gold digger?" She asked him with a raised brow. "You plannin' on stayin' here?" Chibs leant a bit closer to her as he asked his question. "Well duh..." Rissa said as she sipped the drink that had just been placed in front of her. A smirk appeared on the man's lips. "Then no, you ain't a 'rich bitch' to me. And you should ignore anyone that calls it you... Especially if it's Tig" Chibs winked at the girl before walking away and over to the pool table. Rissa leaned against the bar and brought out her phone from her pocket, she hadn't checked it since she had arrived in Charming. 30 missed calls from her mom, grandma and Elliot. "You know you are gonna have to get rid of that phone and get a new one?" Roxxie appeared out of nowhere with two glasses of alcohol in her hands. "What why??" Rissa exclaimed in confusion. Roxxie pulled her friend closer. "Because he will probably be able to track you from it." She whispered in her ear. "Anyway, enough about that... It's party time baby! Woo!" Roxxie's serious tone turned into her screaming with excitement. Rissa let out a laugh as Roxxie dragged her over to the part of the room that seemed to become the dance floor and to Rissa's amusement it was right near the pool table. The dark haired girl glanced over at the Scottish male as she danced with her friend, hoping he would look her way, Roxxie caught on straight away. "Do you have the hots for Papa Chibs? I mean he's old enough to be your pa and he's defo not your usual type!" The girl rambled on. "Rox...please shut up!" Rissa's cheeks flushed, confirming her bestfriend's theory. As the girl's danced they caught the attenion of most of the males in the room. Some had even come to join them on the dance floor. Roxxie was dancing with a man called Juice who had a mochican and tattos on his head. Rissa was dancing with man named Happy who was bald and didn't look all that hapy. Both girl's where having an amazing time. It had been so long since they last had a night out together partying and getting drunk. It was the perfect distraction. "I'm gonna get another drink." Rissa shouted before disappearing from the crowd of dancing people. Just as she was about to reach the bar she bumped into someone. "I'm so sorry!" The blond male from yesterday gave her a sweet smile. "Don't worry about it, Darlin." Jax said as he sipped his beer, his eyes travelling up and down her body. Man she looked finnnnne! "You enjoying yourself?" Rissa nodded and returned the smile. "Glad to hear... You look good by the way." He said with his signature smirk. "Well thank you." Rissa giggled, feeling a little hot. "I think this look must beat the wedding dress huh?" She joked. "Well I mean, it was more the running mascara that is hard to beat." Jax spoke in a playful tone and the two of them laughed. Both of them fell silent for a couple of seconds, just staring at each other. You could cut the sexual tension with a knife! It was so obvious that they were into each other. Suddenly Gemma appeared behin him looking annoyed for some reason."Jackson... A word?" She said in a serious tone of voice before walking away. "Sorry sweetheart, let's pick this conversation back up later?" He winked before he followed the woman, leaving Rissa on her own. The girl smiled to herself and stood at the bar waiting to be served. That man was absolutely gorgeous! And he was sweet and funny too... Maybe they'd become friends? -- 2 hours later, both of the girls were drunk as hell and they were loving life! Def Leppard's song Pour Some Sugar On Me boomed through the speakers around the Clubhouse. Everyone was having the time of their lives, drinking, dancing, eating, smoking, chatting and a couple people were getting a little too hot n heavy. Roxxie was dancing with a bunch of people near the wooden doors that SAMCRO meetings were held in. She was watching in disgust as Tig and some random woman ate each others faces. "Seriously? Get a room you dirty perv!" Roxxie snapped at the sleazy man. He pulled away from the woman and raised his brows at her. "What? I don't wanna see you two exchange saliva whilst i'm trying to party." Tig let out a chuckle. "It's a fuckin' party. Don't be so frigid!" He groaned in annoyance. Why was she being such a Debbie Downer when this is a party in honour of her? Roxxie rolled her eyes. Frigid? She thought. "Frigid my ass." Roxxie told the man, glaring at him. Tig smirked and pushed the woman off of his lap and stood up. The man took slow steps towards her, his eyes fixated on hers. "Then show me." He whispered, standing inches away from her. Roxxie laughed and let out a big sigh. "Honey, i ain't gonna show you shit. You're a sleazy, gross, annoying man who i hardly know. Oh and you're old enough to be my dad." Roxxie explained, making it very clear she was not interested. Tig shrugged off her comment, about to walk away and leave her alone but then he leant forward and whispered in her ear. "Baby we both know you got daddy issues." Anger rose up in the red head and suddenly her arm lifted up and her fist went flying in direction of his face. Before Roxxie could punch him, Tig somehow saw it coming and grabbed hold of her wrist, pushing her until her back hit the doors. A gasp escaped from Roxxie's lips and Tig smirked. His body pressed against hers and for a split second Roxxie thought about kissing him. She gulped nervously and tried to act as if she hated him, but Tig saw straight through her. Tig moved his head closer to hers until their lips were almost touching. Roxxie breath hitched in her throat as she waited for him to kiss her. All of a sudden, she ached for his touch, she wanted him right now, right this second. Roxxie blamed it on the alcohol.. Despite thinking that Tig was an asshole, she couldn't deny the fact that she found him was extremely hot. "Well." Tig whispered, his lips touching hers ever so slightly as he spoke. Roxxie was still waiting for him to make the move, but instead he pulled away, let go of her and took a step back. "I'm gonna get a drink. See ya around, babydoll." And without waiting for a reply, Tig walked off into the crowd of people. Roxxie gulped and stood away from the doors, looking around the room to see if anyone was looking. Nobody saw, thank god, she thought as she composed herself. Roxxie rolled her eyes in annoyance and made her way outside for a smoke. She couldn't believe she was about to let herself be seduced by that man!

Meanwhile a very drunk Rissa was laughing and joking with some people she didn't know. They probably did introduce themselves but it wasn't like Rissa would be able to remember. A woman wearing just a thong and some extremely high-heeled shoes was dancing on stage on the pole and Rissa was loving it. "How can she do that with her legs?!" Rissa exclaimed, making the people around her laugh. "She must be a gymnast or something!" She was amazed by the half naked woman's moves. She was spinning, jumping, jiggling, she was doing it all. "Man she has a lot of confidence!! Look at her! She'd naked in front of strangers and jiggling her jiggly bits!" Suddenly a voice whispered in her ear. "I'd like to see you jiggling your jiggly bits." The voice said and Rissa let out a loud giggle. She turned around to see the handsome blond and gave him a sweet smile. "Hey you." Rissa said, flicking her long brown hair off of her shoulder. Jax smiled and grabbed hold of her hand. "Wanna go finish our conversation?" Rissa nodded, biting down on her lip. Her heart suddenly started to race and she felt herself get a little hot. Talking was the last thing she wanted to do with him. The pair of them slipped away quickly and quietly from the party and entered the dormroom her and Roxxie stayed in. As soon as they were alone, things got heated very fast. Jax grabbed Rissa by her hips and pulled her over to him before planting a passionate kiss on her lips. Rissa was slightly overwhelmed, she'd never been kissed like that before and man did it feel good. Rissa moaned as Jax moved onto kissing and nibbling on her neck. Things were escalating quickly but neither of them minded. Drunk Rissa knew that Sober Rissa would be mad at her but she quite frankly didn't give a shit. It had been a while since she had a good fucking. Items of clothing began to drop to the floor and the pair made it onto the bed. Rissa was just about to take off her underwear when the door opened and in stumbled a wasted Roxxie and a stranger. It looked like Rissa wasn't the only one wanting to get laid tonight. Thanks to Tig for making her feel all hot and bothered, Roxxie had to go and pull a random lad so she could carry on partying. It wasn't hard for Roxxie to find someone, most men found her extremely attractive. Roxxie's eyes widened when seeing her bestfriend straddeling (sort of) cousin. What even the fuck?! Rissa let out a laugh and shooed her friend. "We're kinda busy here, mind shutting the door?" "Oh hell no. Don't you have an Old Lady to go home to?!" Roxxie shouted at the blond male. Rissa's brows furrowed in confusion, an old lady? "I'm sure his granny won't mind. We won't be long." Rissa cluelessly told the girl. Roxxie shook her head and folded her arms over her chest. "Old Lady is a biker term for a SIGNIFICANT OTHER!" She shouted the last part loud enough it made the pair jump. "Get the fuck off him, Rissa. He's got a fucking girlfriend!" Rissa's face was a picture, she quickly jumped off the man and pointed at the door. "Get out you sleaze-bag!" She snapped at the man who rolled his eyes and picked up his clothing. He gave the girls a wink before leaving. "You too, rando." Roxxie pushed the man she was with out of the room and shut the door. The girls jumped onto the bed and looked at each other. "Shit always has to go wrong with us, don't it?" Rissa nodded, letting out a heavy sigh. "Tell me about it."