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sibsteria · 3 years

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hallelujah [jack kline]

prompts: ''please, don't stop'', ''I love it when you kiss my neck'', ''you want to have sex with me?''

summary: first time with jack

characters: Jack Kline, (mentioned) Dean Winchester, (mentioned) Sam Winchester, (mentioned) Castiel

warning: smut, fluff, first time awkwardness, tooth rotting reassurance fluff, literal filth

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The atmosphere was light and solacing, the subtle tenderness of his fingers soothed my restless arms, as they danced across my skin with such delicacy. His hands left tingles, igniting a fire that spread across me, shivers took their toll up and down my body.

I looked up to his angelic face, to be greeted with a toothy grin, as his eyes settled on my relaxed frame. If my heart did stutter as much as it did metaphorically, I'd be six feet under from the day I met him. I lay cradled between his legs, my head against his chest, as my body was positioned on it's side. Feeling the soft inhales and exhales coming from the soft boy below me had lulled me into such a confined sense of security, his warmth enveloping me as I revelled.

The remainder of TFW had business elsewhere, so this left me and my chosen soulmate in the confines of the Men of Letters abode. If soulmates were a thing, Jack and I could be labelled as a prime example. I mindlessly fiddled with the folds of his jacket as we found comfort on the sofa, his hand that was currently grazing my arm had moved up to repeat a stroking movement in my hair. I hummed as the sensation of him running his fingers through my hair was a well-found favourite feeling of mine.

Each time he accidentally tangled his fingers within strands of my hair, creating a soft tug, would create a fiery pit in my stomach.

''Y/n...I need to-'' He paused for a moment, ''-ask you something?'' he had ended his sentence as if it were a question to himself as well, unsure of his words. His words were communicated in a shaky manner and he was biting his lip, he only did that when he was nervous.

I sat myself up and he followed suit, I sensed the seriousness of the situation and reached forward to clasp his hands in mine.

''Are you okay? Is something wrong?'' I let my tone remain calm yet my head was spinning with questions.

''N-No, nothing's wrong, I just-'' He swallows hard, his eyes can't seem to reach mine, so I cup his cheek which is red and warm.

''Whatever it is, you know you can say anything to me, I'm the last person to ever hurt you.'' I turned his jaw, carefully and lightly, so his eyes were looking into mine.

''I was, uh...speaking to Dean last week and he was teaching me about...pornography?'' I almost choked on my own spit, my eyes widened a small amount.

''What did he say? I swear to Chuck if he said anything ba-''

''He said that, everything that went in in those...videos, were fake and that you should only repeat what they were doing with someone you love.'' My heart softened for the elder Winchester, who knew under that tough exterior that he knew the right things after all.

''Did he tell you what it was they were doing?'' I tilted my head as he continued to recite his conversation.

''I had read and learned about intercourse before but, saw no need for the knowledge. Until now.'' I dropped my jaw, no way, he doesn't mean- ''I would like to try it with you.'' He smiles wide and it makes my heart drum like a Metallica canticle.

''You want to have sex with me?'' I couldn't hide the awe and blush of the features of my face that betrayed me. ''Are you sure? No one is pushing you to do this, are they?'' I search his eyes for any uncertainty but find no evidence.

''I'm sure, because I love you, no one has told me to do anything. I really love you.'' The sincerity and sureness in his voice- I could pass out, if people's hearts can shrink from hate then my heart was exploding from love and affection.

''I love you too, Jack, when do you want to-'' I couldn't find the words I was searching for, but he took the hint.

''I-I would like to try now? If that's okay, I don't want to make you do something you don't want to.'' His eyebrows pursed in genuine concern, how could anyone ever say no to him?

''Of course, I would do anything for you- with you, Jack. I'd give my life for you, if the situation desired it.'' I could see the tears glaze over his cerulean stars that guarded his gaze.

''I could never ask you for that, I'd never let you do that.'' He pulled me into his strong cherish, his arms embracing me in a lax yet wistful capture. My heart was crying out to him, craving his everything, beseeching him as a whole. But not in a sexual way, in an amorous pining way.

''I love you more than I have anything, more than I will love anything.'' I voiced, looking into his azure allure as he beamed down at me.

''I love you.'' That was all he needed to declare before I pushed forward, seizing his ductile lips with mine, moving with a fervour that could shake the building. His delighted trill that vibrated against my mouth was a sound worth the world, every nerve in my chassis felt electric, with the passionate epicentre in the deep of my stomach. What were once innocent butterflies, felt like raging hawks in the depths of this tension.

His docile nature is an adverse contrast to the cruelty of most men I have met, the sensation of his padded fingers drifting across my skin as if they belonged there, was dynamizing.

I decided that I would take direction, seeing as I have prior experience. As our lips remained deep into a passionate lock, which could taunt the most enlightened of couples.

I lightly shifted him on to his back, moving his to lie onto the sofa, as I sat in the space in front of himself. I broke our connection to press small and sighted kisses the the outline of his jaw, he breathes out what I guess he was holding, with a small profound noise. I moved my kisses across his jaw until I reach the corner.

''Are we going to?- Y'know-'' I could pin-point his struggle so I decided to answer for him.

''Yeah, are you sure you want this? None of this matters to me as long as I have you.'' I felt his reaction before I heard it.

''Oh-I'm sure, if this is any part of it, I can't wait.'' What did I do to deserve this jewel of a soul.

I lifted my leg to straddle over his lap, almost as if instinct, his hands found the safety of my hips. I felt my eyes becoming heavy with lustful dilation as I inclined my head down to re-animate my lips with his in another searing kiss. We had kissed before, a lot, but nothing could compare to right now.

I seated myself down more, pressing myself against his lap, lighter than air. I didn't want to push him right of the bat.

His careful touch trailed up the side of my back, whilst one hand remained where it lay. His lips moved so fast, it was hard to keep up, I changed my approach. I continued down the road of gentle jaw pecks and moved down towards his neck, which was high in temperature. I added the aspect of pulling his skin through my lips and teeth with pleasurable suction, creating a small purple mark on neck which disappeared a few moments after. This was the first time he let out a fully fledged moan and his hips involuntarily bucked up to press against me. My breath hitched and through impulse I ground down on him harder.

''I love it when you kiss my neck, gah-'' He let out another strangled moan as I returned my focus to his neck, his crotch pushed up once again and connected against mine.

''Oh- can you do that again?'' His voice was hardly there as I felt him getting hard.

I listened to his plea and grinded myself down onto him, this time, I didn't stop. His hand gripped my hip, but he had trouble holding on.

''Here- this might be easier to hold on to.'' I guided his hands down towards the skin below my ass, which connected to my thigh. He grappled onto it and I sucked in air between my teeth, biting on my tongue, although it wasn't pain.

''Sorry! Did I hurt you?'' His frantic apology reminded my that I was the first person teaching him how to copulate.

''N-No, felt good, you can do that as much as you like.'' I edged him on, he nodded and gripped me again, this time moving onto my ass and I lurched my front forward. Burying my head into his neck, I whimpered.

''How did you know to-'' I couldn't answer as he spoke before I could finished,

''I guessed, was that right?'' He had a hopeful look in his eyes which almost made me cry out.

''So, so right. You're doing everything right.'' I moaned against his ear, taking in his ear lobe, nipping at it. His other hand which rested on my back had moved down to cup the other side of my ass, mirroring the other. He pushed my hips down to meet his, impatiently, he really couldn't wait. I can tell already he has an extreme praise kink. I slid my hips across, driving against his cock. He bucks again, fast and sure.

Today was a good day to wear a skirt.

His length was solid and craving release, his lips found my neck, as mine had once found his. He copied what I had done, nipping and sucking at the skin, but this time it would mark. I whined out in frustration.

His hips coiled up faster, stuttering as he came, unexpectedly. Holy motherfucking shit. He called out my name in shattered cries, clasping at any part of me he could. His eyes were screwed as he experienced sexual fulfilment. shut He stopped for a moment after he peaked, I kissed his forehead and his nose as he smiled up at me in awe.

''Was-Was that?'' He searched for the words but couldn't find them.

''You had an orgasm, and I'm guessing your first. I'm also guessing you liked it.'' I heaved an amused exhale, he had no idea how hot he was in this second, he sat up to take his jacket off as I rested on his lap still.

''Did it feel like that for you?'' I could see the wishing in his sky shaded eyes.

''Not yet, but this is about you, we don't need to carry on-'' I stopped my sentence as I felt him grow once again beneath me.

''No refractory interval, huh.'' I whispered to myself in shock.

''In-In the video, the people didn't have clothes on, is that normal. And I didn't put my-'' I stopped him before I could blush any further.

''Uh yeah it's normal don't worry! You just had an orgasm from grinding your- self against me. We haven't had sex yet.'' I brushed the hair from his forehead, which stuck to him because of the cold sweat lacing his skin.

''Can-Can we? Now?'' His hot, pink, cheeks blaring against the sunlight, beautiful as he begged. I couldn't refuse him. His breathing was normal and fluid now, seemingly recovered completely.

''If you really can't wait any longer.'' I cupped his face, kissing him once again, rolling my hips down onto his. He was impossibly hard. I moaned again, slipping my hands under his shirt brushing against his untouched body.

He still remained sat up as I pulled of his shirt, his chest had a small redness across it from the heat, fucking beautiful.

I reached down to grab the hems of my shirt when his hand stopped me.

''Can I?'' Jack's curious eyes bounced between mine and my shirt.

''Go ahead.'' I shuffle back from his lap, still straddling him. His fingers find the end of my shirt and slowly pull it up, revealing my good bra thank the lord- actually no, let's not thank him.

''If it's okay with you, I'll take care of this part, it can be tricky.'' I motion to my black, lacy garment and he mumbles an 'okay'.

I reach behind myself, taking a breath before I unclasp the back, pulling off the straps and letting it fall to the floor. I go to cover myself but Jack restricts me, his head moves in confusion.

''Don't do that, I want to see you.'' His declare makes my head reel.

''I'm sorry that I can't be more than this for you.'' I remove my arms from my chest as he holds my hands.

''Why would you want to be? This is you, and as I once head Dean say-'' I inwardly cringe at his name being used in this situation. ''I think the word breath-taking describes you.'' His still-sitting form moved forward so his head can near towards me, his eyes watch me closely before leaning down. He presses soft and sweet kisses to each bust of my chest, I groan out in pleasure, but not physically. The emotional heaviness of the moment is what makes me cry out, how could one person love another so immensely.

''I love you. And that means all of you.'' I shut my eyes in impassioned heaven.

''I love you too.'' I kissed him before I left the warmth of his lip, he whined before I could speak.

''We need to take the rest of our...clothes off.'' I bit my lip and looked off to the side in blushing attraction.

''O-Oh!'' He seems to excite at this and eagerly unbuttons his jeans, unzipping before ultimately dropping them completely. ''Should I take my underwear off also?'' He questions me. His briefs are soaked from his previous settlement and I long to wonder what it would feel like to have him in my mouth, that would have to wait.

''If you'd allow me-'' I step towards him, slowly reaching for his clothed crotch, he nods in affirmation. I hook my fingers around the sides of his briefs, kissing his shoulder and chest as I start to pull them off. He kicks them from himself once they reach a certain point and points towards my skirt.

''Can I take it off?'' I nod and smile at him.

''You can do anything you want, anything.'' I say, a sincere and truthful confession.

He kneels below me, looking up with an innocent yet ruined look in his eyes. Pressing small kisses to my stomach and thighs as he pulls down my skirt along with my underwear in one swift action. I didn't feel a need to be nervous with him anymore, letting my body do the talking instead of words I led him back towards the couch, which up until this point remained un-christened. That was about to change.

''In the video, the man puts his mouth on her...lower area.'' He whispers in thought as he sat on the couch.

''That's not important right now, we can explore that later. Right now, I just want you to feel the peak of physical affection.'' He gives me one of his toothy smiles again and I can't help but stare at him with adoration in my eyes before we resume the position we were previously in.

I straddled him with no effort and took his impressive length in my hand. He gripped the couch and moaned lowly as I worked him up and down a few times, spreading the leaking pre-cum.

''You ready?'' I lean down, kissing his nose, fondly.

''Yes, really ready.'' He breathes out, I prod my entrance with the tip of him, sliding it in slightly.

He let out fast paced breathy groans as I slid down onto his firm cock. I'm in no way a virgin, but it's been a while.

He moves his hands my my waist, his nails dig into me, I moan.

''I'm not hurti-'' I answer him before he could finish.

''Definitely not hurting me.'' I sigh in pleasure, down his ear as I hunch over.

''I'm gonna move now.'' I mumble, he doesn't know what's coming to him.

I lift up my hips until I reach the tip of his cock before lightly slamming back down, his hands slide down to clutch the skin on the side of my thighs.

''Do-Do that again.'' He groans.

''I'll do more than that.'' There was no need to hold back, I slid myself up again and repeated the motion, setting a steady momentum. His hips snapped up to meet mine as I bounced with no shame.

''Oh, please, don't stop.'' He rushed out, trying to set a faster pace as he snaps up with impatience.

''Jack, you wanna- try being in- control?'' I attempt to communicate through breathy laments.

''Yes, please.'' I stop sinking my hips for a moment whilst I slowly try to transfer my body weight to beneath him. He gets the gist and helps to flip us over, carefully.

''Don't hold back, you don't need to be gentle.'' I brush a hand through his hair so it's out of his face before an unexpected thrust knocks the air out of me. He doesn't waste time, pushing himself to the brink of speed, I struggle to find somewhere to anchor my hands and I settle for one against his shoulder blade and the other in his hair.

With the relentless pounding and merciless fucking of his hips, I felt blissful thrill that I had never felt before, I couldn't help the tug of his hair that pulls between my fingers. He wails out, I panic and try to apologise.

''Sorry, fuck! Did that hur-'' He snaps into me with more meaning than ever, it's ruthless and hot.

''Do it again.'' He begs into my ear, his voice wavering. I do as he says and pull against his hair, he whines, biting down into my neck.

''Fuck, Jack!'' I cry as his pelvic bone creates intoxicating friction against my swollen clit, he's balls deep and no where near stopping.

''Are you sure you haven't done this before?'' I grip at the skin on his shoulder blade and he grouses in pleasure.

''Never, you're the only person I'd ever do this with, I love you.'' He grunts our as his cock remains a punishing and brutal pace. The sound of his voice saying 'I love you' in such an intimate moment makes me orgasm on the spot, I came hard and with a recoil I stutter my hips to try and match his, failing at the objective. I moan out his name as I grip onto his hair, the hardest I have.

''Jack!'' He pounds impossibly faster as my walls clench around him, begging him to let go, and he does. With a chorus of strangled moans, and stammered whines, he came. He gives a few more ruts before collapsing his head against my chest, leaving kisses up my neck.

I feel my body give up, refusing to move, refusing to breathe.

''O-oh, wo-wow. Woah.'' Jack grins with astonishment.

''I know, Jack. That was- especially with you- and-'' I give up on words.

''I want to do that all the time.'' He let out a throaty laugh, but I knew he was completely serious.

''We can, maybe not all the time but- when it doesn't inconvenience the others.'' It rings in my head for a moment before I realise.

''Shit! The guys will be back soon, grab your clothes.'' I usher him to hurry up and I grab mine as well, stammering along to my room with whatever working muscles I had left. As soon as I shut my door, I felt the front one open. Close call.

I breathe out in relief.

''What the fuck?'' I hear from outside.

''Uh, Y/n?'' I looked towards a blushing Jack. ''I forgot to pick something up.'' He drops his clothing and I realise we are missing his briefs. Oh, fuck.

''What the fuck is this?'' Ah yes, that would be your adopted sons cum-stained underwear, Dean.

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nugnthopkns · 3 years

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dance me to the end of love (ii)

word count: 3.3k

warnings: fem!oc, alcohol consumption, cursing

series masterpost: here

a/n: part two baby! thanks for all the love on part one, it means the absolute world. i have so much love for this story and i hope people are enjoying it :))

Life is settling into a comfortable rhythm.

After spending a good chunk of her young adult life being incredibly studious, Magdalene can finally have the social life of someone in their mid-twenties. Though she��s still spending a fair amount of time by herself in the basements of the University of Denver’s library, Bette convinces her to go out more. Magdalene tries to fight, citing extra work or a good book as an excuse to stay home, but it doesn’t work very often. The pleas of her friend are how Magdalene finds herself currently lounging poolside at Erik Johnson’s house on a Sunday afternoon.

“How’s the new career treating you?” Tyson asks. “I feel like we haven’t seen you in a while.”

Magdalene laughs. “I’ve seen Bette plenty,” she says, “She thinks I won’t take a lunch break unless she shows up.”

“Would you?” the blonde girl questions with a quirked brow.

“Probably not.”

“I rest my case.”

A small crowd gathers around as Magdalene begins to detail the specifics of her job, but she doesn’t feel as uncomfortable as she once would have. In the month or so since graduating school she’s found herself slowly being incorporated into the Avalanche family. It’s almost certainly because Bette and Tyson championed her case, explaining that she doesn’t have much of a support system beyond the two of them, but she doesn’t mind. A few of the guys ask her questions about her work, curious as to why someone would want to spend their life combing through piles of old things. Everyone stays engaged in the conversation until there’s a shout from the kitchen that dinner is ready.

Magdalene shuffles in line behind André, filling her plate with various pasta salads and a hamburger. Once situated with enough food for two meals she returns to the pool deck, sitting on the edge and dipping her toes into the cool water. Bette comes and finds her a minute later and the two of them begin to eat.

She’s still relatively new to the group’s dynamic, but Magdalene can’t help but notice that Ryan is never around. In fact, Magdalene hasn’t seen him since her graduation party. Taking a casual sip of her wine cooler, she asks her friend about the man’s absence.

“Why is Ryan never at these sorts of things?”

Bette shrugs. “Isn’t a huge one for parties. He was supposed to come today, but I guess something came up.”

“I’m not huge on parties,” Magdalene huffs, “But that doesn’t stop you from dragging me to every single one.”

“Unlike you, Gravy gets enough regular social interaction that his absence is permissible. If Tyson and I didn’t take you out you’d talk to your cat more than normal.”

She wants to fight back, but knows it’s pointless. Bette has a point – if it weren’t for her the only people Magdalene would interact with are her boss and her cat. Instead, she grumbles under her breath and changes the subject to the trip Bette is in the middle of planning. It’s coming up in a few weeks, and Magdalene wants to hear a bit more about it before she commits. Despite what she thought about taking time off so close to starting work, it was encouraged by June, but she's refraining from telling Bette that. If it doesn’t sound like she'll enjoy it, Magdalene is banking on being able to use the excuse.

Bette explains that she’s renting a large lake house that is perfect for a relaxing week away from adult responsibilities. The property has kayaks and a hot tub, which pretty much ensures that Magdalene will want to be in attendance. She’ll hold onto that information for a little while longer though, if for no other reason to make Bette squirm a little. At some point Tyson comes to sweep his girlfriend away and leaves Magdalene at the party alone. She makes polite conversation with some other players for a while before heading home herself. Ryan never shows up, despite how much Magdalene hopes he will. At the very least she wants to properly thank him for doing her a favour, though her hoping to see him is much more selfish. He intrigues her and she wants to know more about the tall man with the dazzling smile and a proclivity for wearing all black.

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Barn Owl Book Company is filled to the brim when Magdalene approaches the store from the side street it annexes. She should’ve expected it – it’s the first of the month and their newest books are hitting the shelves. However, Magdalene doesn’t exactly have time to wait in line. June gave her only fifteen minutes to run and grab them coffee before they continue the massive task of digitizing a private collection that has just been donated to the university. She estimates it will take almost a month of extended hours to get everything done, and Magdalene believes it. There’s so much to wade through but she knows the end result will be satisfying.

Luckily the café line is fairly short, and Magdalene reaches the counter in a timely manner. “Hey,” she greets the barista warmly, “Could I just grab two medium iced cappuccinos?”

“Anything else?”

“No, that's everything. It’ll be on debit,” she smiles. Magdalene reaches into her backpack to grab her wallet only to find that it’s missing. Shit. The barista has already left to make the drinks, completely unaware that her customer is unable to pay.

Magdalene hears a voice from behind her say, “I’ve got it, don’t worry.” She turns around to find Ryan Graves standing there with a book tucked under his right arm.

“You’re a lifesaver,” she mumbles appreciatively. “I don’t know how my boss would take it if I showed up empty handed.”

Ryan laughs shyly as he pulls his card away from the machine. “I get it, everyone needs a little caffeine this time of year.” The barista comes back with Magdalene’s drinks, which she takes with a smile and a wish for a good day. The two of them head towards the exit, and Ryan pauses once they’re on the sidewalk. “Which way are you headed?”

“Back to work,” Magdalene says, nodding her head in the direction of campus. “I’ve got approximately five minutes to get there before June rips me a new one.”

“June?”

“She’s my boss,” she explains.

Ryan nods in understanding. “I’ll see you around Magdalene,” he smiles, turning on his heel and heading the opposite direction.

In a moment of bravery, Magdalene yells at his retreating figure. “Will you? We never seem to cross paths.”

“I’ll be at Bette and Tyson’s this weekend, and I’m counting on your company.”

Magdalene finds it incredibly hard to focus the rest of the afternoon. She keeps thinking about what Ryan said, which makes her a rather lousy archivist. June sends her home just after seven even though they had plans to stay until ten, citing the fact that she’s scanned the same photo three times before noticing. Caligula’s meowing for pets when she gets home isn’t even enough to distract her from the comment. The absentmindedness continues for another day or so, and it’s becoming so bad Magdalene is worried that June is going to fire her for incompetence.

It’s only when Bette calls to invite her over for dinner and drinks that her mind levels out. “I was wondering when I was going to get the call,” she chuckles absentmindedly.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” is the response Magdalene receives.

“Well,” she explains, “I ran into Ryan at Barn Owl the other day and he paid for my drinks because I left my wallet on the table at work, and he said he expected to see me at your place this weekend. So if you never invited me I was just going to show up.”

Bette is smiling, that much Magdalene can infer by the lull in conversation. “I haven’t got the time to call you yet,” she concedes, “But consider this the official invitation to our house for a small party.”

“Anything we’re celebrating?”

“Nope. Have you ever needed a reason to party?”

Magdalene laughs. “Yes. Need one almost every time actually.”

The rest of the week passes fairly quickly. To make up for her blundering earlier in the week Magdalene offers to work a full day on Saturday, by herself, to get the project back on track. June accepts the proposition eagerly, and Magdalene lets Bette know she’ll be coming directly from work. Saturday rolls around and she spends most of her time getting lost in the past lives of the artefacts she’s dealing with. If someone were to ask Magdalene what her favourite part of archiving is, that’s the answer she’d give. There’s nothing more satisfying to her than holding a piece of history in her hands and imagining all the stories it would be able to tell if it could speak.

By the time she’s put in a full work day and finishes locking up the basement floor her department occupies, Magdalene is pretty sure they’re ahead of schedule on the project. She genuinely feels terrible about her misperformance and hopes June will be able to forgive her. On the way to Bette and Tyson’s Magdalene listens to the Leonard Cohen greatest hits cd that came with her car. The previous owner was presumably a big fan, and over the years Magdalene has come to appreciate the folk singer. She never got to see him in concert before his death but turns to his music when she needs to relax. Right now is the perfect time to listen to ‘Hallelujah’ on repeat because she’s seriously freaking out about the idea of spending the night talking to Ryan. Though she still wants to properly thank him and possibly become friends, something about him makes Magdalene nervous.

There’s no way for her to tell if Ryan is there when she parks in front of the house. She doesn’t know what kind of car he drives, or if he caught a ride with someone. Magdalene debates texting Bette to see if he’s there already but decides against it, knowing she’s an adult who is more than capable of pushing down nerves.

She doesn’t bother knocking and just steps into the respectably sized home. The music is loud enough that no one would have heard her anyways. It’s much more of a party than Magdalene was expecting – Bette invited her for dinner and drinks, not a gathering that could pass as a frat party. There are bodies everywhere, and she isn’t sure if she’ll ever catch a glimpse of her friend.

“You seem to be dressed for the wrong kind of party,” a voice chuckles from behind her.

Magdalene turns to see Ryan leaning against the wall, eyeing her business casual attire. “I came from work,” she explains, “And didn’t know it was this kind of party to begin with. I would’ve at least brought a change of clothes.”

“You look terribly out of place,” he agrees. “Can I grab you a drink? The hosts are too busy playing beer pong to, you know, be hosts.”

A giggle escapes Magdalene’s lips at the comment. Ryan seems to have a similar sense of humor to her, which will be beneficial for passing the time if Bette is already on her way to being wasted. “A glass of red wine would be nice.”

Ryan pushes off from his perch and heads towards the kitchen. The crowd parts for the six-foot-five hockey player, and Magdalene follows in his wake quite easily. Knowing the space as well as her, Ryan grabs a wine glass from the cupboard Bette keeps them in and pours the dark red liquid into it. He waits until Magdalene has situated herself on the island before handing her the cup. She takes it with an appreciative hum and waits until he’s grabbed a beer for himself before raising her glass in toast. Ryan does the same, and their glasses clink before each of them take a sip.

“What exactly is it that you do? I bet it’s something super cool and studious, but I seriously don’t know what the hell being an archivist means.”

Magdalene explains her job to Ryan, who is extremely interested. He asks nearly a hundred follow-up questions that she answers sincerely, throwing in a few jokes that luckily crack him up. Conversation moves to his career and then life. Magdalene learns that he’s from Nova Scotia, though he stays around Denver these days, and that if he wasn’t playing professional hockey he’d like to have a career in publishing. Ryan doesn’t press too hard when Magdalene refuses to open up about her family, which she appreciates. It’s a delicate subject that she keeps guarded close to her chest, and a friend’s kitchen in the middle of a party isn’t the place for her to divulge her deepest secrets.

The two of them get refills before exiting the room. Even more people seemed to arrive since Magdalene walked through the door, and the kitchen is no longer an empty safe haven. The music is so loud she can feel the bass thumping in her chest, giving the living room a club-like atmosphere, and it’s too much. Magdalene tugs at the hem of Ryan’s sweater to catch his attention. “Want to go somewhere quiet?”

“I doubt there is such a place,” he yells over the crowd going crazy over some early 2000s hip-hop track.

“Follow me,” she says with a smile, pointing over her shoulder in the direction of the staircase to the second floor.

It takes a minute for them to wade through the throngs of people, but it goes much faster once Ryan takes Magdalene’s hand and splits the crowd. A few boys, who don’t look older than twenty-one and almost certainly snuck into the party, notice where the pair are going and shout congratulations. Ryan shoots them a glare so sharp it could cut stone but doesn’t drop Magdalene’s hand. Once safely on the much quieter second floor, Magdalene makes a beeline for the bathroom.

“Are you coming or what?” she asks when there doesn’t seem to be footsteps following her.

Ryan hesitates. “I, uh, can just wait out here while you’re in there,” he stammers.

Magdalene’s laugh rings out through the empty hallway. “I’m not going to the bathroom. We’re going out the window.”

He isn’t sure how that’s any better, but Ryan follows the brown-haired girl into the room. It takes considerably more work for him to fit through the frame, but after some directions from Magdalene he makes it onto the roof. She sits down and pats the space beside her, encouraging Ryan to do the same. They stay out there, discussing anything that comes to their heads, until the party’s numbers dwindle drastically. Magdalene makes sure to properly thank him for both attending her graduation and spotting her coffee money, and she thinks Ryan might blush a little when she offers to get the next round. He asks about her love of The West Wing, and they launch into a long conversation about the show and cast. The sun fades to black and the cold sets in, and Magdalene finds herself wrapped in Ryan’s sweater without asking. It’s only when she notices it’s approaching midnight that Magdalene clues into how tired she is.

“I think I’m going to head out,” she yawns. Ryan nods in agreement and holds the window open for her to slip in through. Once downstairs, Magdalene goes to lift the sweater from her frame but Ryan stops her.

“Keep it for drive home. I’ll get it back next time we see each other.”

Still feeling bold from the alcohol that left her system hours ago, she reaches out to poke him in the chest. “And when will that be, hm? You seem to enjoy leaving our meetings up to chance.”

It’s Ryan’s turn to laugh. “Think you can swing an extended lunch break on Wednesday? I’ll be at Barn Owl all afternoon. Maybe you can join me for a coffee.”

Magdalene likes the sound of that and agrees. She leaves without seeing Bette or Tyson once, but she doesn’t mind. They’d be happy for her blooming friendship – or at least she’s pretty sure they will be once she calls to fill them in on the details.

☼☼☼☼

Wednesday rolls around without incident, and Magdalene is given a full hour to eat instead of thirty minutes. Walking time has to be accounted for, of course, but she should have nearly forty-five minutes to spend with Ryan if she plays her cards right. There’s no crowd this time, and it’s incredibly easy to spot Ryan sitting in the window she loves to claim as her own.

“Hey,” Magdalene greets, “Did Bette tell you to sit here?”

He shakes his head, perplexed at the question. “No, why?”

“It’s just my favourite seat in the store, that’s all. I thought she told you how to gain some extra brownie points.”

“Should I be concerned about the amount of points I have?” Ryan teases, sliding a cup and pastry bag across the table and into her hands.

Magdalene shakes her head, smiling widely. “You’re doing alright so far. Keep up the good work.”

They eat at a comfortable pace, taking breaks to engage in interesting topics of conversation or take sips of their drinks. Ryan insists his life is boring, but Magdalene is enthralled by the stories he tells. It’s completely different from hers and she feels as though she can live vicariously through the tales of walking through the historic downs of the east coast and swimming in the Pacific Ocean on days off in California. After squeezing every story possible from the man Magdalene shifts gears slightly.

“So, are you going on the trip in a couple of weeks?”

“It’s looking that way,” Ryan shrugs with relative indifference, “Nate doesn’t think he’ll be able to come back, something about a development camp he’s running having the dates switched. He’s asked me to take his spot.”

His neutral mood confuses her. When Bette mentioned his probable attendance months ago, it sounded like he was enthusiastic about spending a week with friends doing nothing to swimming and drinking. “You don’t want to go?” Magdalene probes.

“It’s not that I don’t want to, but sometimes the group parties a little harder than I like to,” he sighs, raising a hand and running it through his hair. That’s something she understands completely, having spent a few too many nights being the sober one out.

“I’ll be there.” It’s Magdalene’s turn to shrug, but the comment holds an incredible amount of hope.

“Well then, that changes everything.”

Was Ryan flirting with her? She spends the rest of lunch thinking about the possibility, and truthfully, it occupies her brain for the rest of the day. However, she keeps her focus and June is none the wiser to the butterflies in her stomach. Work finishes without much fanfare, and her dinner is silent save for the few meows of conversation Caligula offers. It’s late by the time Magdalene falls into bed, cat snuggled into the pillow beside her. On a whim she decides to check Instagram and sees a message request from none other than the man who’s smile has been replaying in her mind. A follow request accompanies it.

Thought that maybe we could quit leaving our meetings to chance and plan something next time :)

He has to be flirting. There’s no other explanation for the witty banter they’ve shared this week, or why he’s reaching out to her on social media. The butterflies in her stomach multiply tenfold as Magdalene types out a reply.

I don’t know, it’s kind of fun being shrouded in mystery. However, I now have the opportunity to stalk your profile ;)

Before she can overthink her use of the emoji, Magdalene shoves her phone in the drawer of her nightstand and rolls over. A slight smile can’t help but appear on her features as she falls asleep, already curious about what his reply will be.

☼☼☼☼

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wait omgg i submitted by mistake without finishing what i said😭😭 im so sorry saint

HALLELUJAH!! GOD IS ALWAYS GOOD!! i literally had to stand up and jump from excitement when i read this. thank you God for not allowing this bitch to give birth to a child bc imagine having sera as a mother?? i would kill myself as soon as i had knowledge of what was going on.

PLEASE TOJI PINCH MY NIPPLES JUST LIKE THAT AND SPREAD THAT WARMTH ALL OVER MY BODY😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩 im so sorry yall im so touch deprived when it comes to this man. i know he was speaking about his dead wife who he still loves but it’s okay he’ll come to love me as well🥰

i know his fucking hypocrite ass isnt talking. i just have to mention again how i love it when a man gets a little jealous and possessive but when you are a cheater it makes me wanna hate you. like the fucking audacity to think you can even think about getting jealous. THE AUDACITY BRO.

how i wish i could do this to sera. if you are gonna be a fucking whore, a hateful person and poor at that, at least respect your mom and your family you stupid raggedy bitch.

sera right now:

like no shit you stupid clown ass whore💀💀 okay that she’s poor, desperate and shit but she can’t even use common sense?? like i truly have no words. i hate stupid people and i think this is why. stupidity always leaves me speechless and with a bad taste in my mouth bc how can someone be so stupid?? sera should truly khs at this point and please leave a will for her family. or she diana shoes so that they can sell it and live from that until her siblings get some jobs and shit. i truly feel so bad for her family being stuck with someone like that.

i hit the 10 image limit again but when i tell you i kept re reading the last part when y/n asked for a divorce and then that moment with sera when it was revealed that was a dress that she rejected and was meant for her😩😩😩 queen shit omg. also sera and the stepmom remind me so much of trashta on her wedding💀💀 looking like clowns bc they wanna show off so much. but honestly speaking im very scared about what’s gonna happen with satoru.. his dad could truly end up killing him now and abuse is never excused. just like when sera was abusing satoru as well. this man has got such bad luck. always making the wrong choices and when he does do something right its too late🤦🏽‍♀️. i do have a question tho, does the stepmom and naoya know about the pregnancy scare??

SJSNDNS the gifs 😭 ty for sending this through. it was entertaining to read !!

#saintobio.asks #series: sincerely not

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I have a request for a oneshot! Meeting tom in a bar, chatting, flirting, ending up at his place and having $ex🔥

It always takes me so much time to write something I’m sorry... Anyway I hope you’ll enjoy :)

warnings: smutt, alcohol (kinda), praise kink, no foreplay, dom-ish!tom, and obviously the usual bad English

The longest day ever. Ugh.

It was one of those days where you just think I just should’ve stayed in bed. Your alarm clock didn’t ring. You cracked your favourite pair of jeans right before heading out, making you running late even more. Your boss gave you yet another assignment in addition of you hundred of other ones. Stacy, your favourite co-worker, wasn’t here because she was on vacation with her boyfrie- fiancé now, wow she just texted you a selfie with her ring, and you remain single. Someone spilled their coffee on your shirt and didn’t even apologise. And finally hen you thought nothing bad can happen anymore, the rain was pouring. Of course you didn’t take your umbrella or a coat with a hood. Thank you London shitty weather. And of course, a car splashed the only puddle of water all over you. You wanted to cry, scream and burn everything down. You lift your head and read in bright red lighting the holy word “PUB”. Hallelujah. You didn’t even think about it, you just walked in.

The place was almost empty, which didn’t bother you at all, since you had enough interactions with humans for the day, maybe even for the week.

You sat at the bar, your coat drenched, your hair sticking to your face, your make up was gone and your mascara left black ink under your eyes. You were sticky and looked gross, but you couldn’t care less anymore. After three minutes with your head between your hands and elbows on the counter, the bartender bring you a shot of vodka.

“Wait,” you called him, “I didn’t order yet”

“Yeah, well, the guy over there got this for you” he replied, pointing at a curly hair young man sat on the banquette behind you, who, with a tight smile, waved shyly at you with just two fingers.

You looked at him with your tired eyes. Shit, he’s cute. He must has a weird obsession for desperate girls. You take the small glass and poured it down your throat.

“Thank you,” you told him a little louder than expected but you didn’t bother pretending you were sorry for three other customers. The young man got up and walked towards you, his bottle of beer in his hand.

“You’re welcome,” he said softly, seating on the stool next to yours. “You looked like you needed it” he chuckled.

“T’was that obvious ?”

He chuckled again before replying “a bit.” and you smiled lightly too. He didn’t say anything for a couple of seconds, just looking at you. “I’m Tom by the way” he introduced himself and extended his hand to you.

You looked at his hand, a little surprised by his traditional behaviour, but took it anyways “Y/N”

“Nice to meet you Y/N”. Another smile appeared on his thin lips . He was really cute. “So, what happened ? It seems like you had a rough day, don’t you ?” he asked, taking a sip of his beer. His jaw was sharp and his fingers were long and thin around the bottle.

“You wouldn’t want to know, it’s too long, and boring, and sad and... yeah, pathetic” you said, your head resting on your palm, staring at the counter.

“Well thank god we have all night, and you might think it’s an odd coincidence but, boring, sad and pathetic stories are my favourite.”

You thought about it. He’s a stranger in the creepiest pub in London, you don’t know nothing about him, and he doesn’t know nothing about you. You look a mess and weird, you’re drenched, why does he want to know about your day ?

“You like desperate girls, don’t you ?” you finally said.

“What ?” Tom replied, genuinely confused.

“Or maybe you’re the desperate one and is ready to pick the most rubbish looking girl, as long as you can have your release” you teased

“N-no, no ! I-I just... I saw you by the window getting splashed by the car, I felt so bad for you and I hoped you would come in so I can offer you a drink. I-I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable, I’ll leave-”

“Wait !” you stopped him from getting out of his stool, placing your hand on his forearm. Now you felt bad. He’s the first and only person today who didn’t annoy you in any kind of way. “Please, stay. It’s been a long day. A very long day” you sighed. Tom sat back on his stool with a tight smile. He ordered two other beers for him and you.

“Wanna talk about it ?” he gently proposed. You nodded and started your narrative. You gave all the details, from the sound of your ripped jeans, the tone of the unkind comment your coworker spat after pouring his coffee on you, to the very beautiful diamond your friend got when she got proposed to what seemed the perfect guy. Tom listened to everything, and kept his focus on your eyes, sometimes your lips, but just for a second. You finished your story after what felt like 10 hours of speaking.

“Wow... that was... a fucking shitty day” he chuckled bringing you warmth to your heart.

You chuckled “I’ll drink to that,” taking your beer and clinked it with his. You sighed dramatically and turned to him.

“What about yours ?”

“Mine ?” he said after taking a sip. “Well, it was way less interesting than yours” he laughed. “Um... I woke up. Got to the grocery store, worked out, watched TV, worked and got to this bar. And now I’m talking to a very pretty girl.” you blushed, not expecting him to say that.

“I bet she smells like flowers” you roasted yourself.

“More like a wet dog but that’s light” Tom teased and you hit him lightly on his arm. You both laughed lightly.

“We’re closing,” the bartender cut you.

“It’s only 9 o’clock...” you responded, your eyebrows frowned.

“We’re closing,” he repeated.

You looked at Tom, rolling your eyes “It’s because of my bad luck, I’m sorry.”

“Oh don’t be. This gives me the opportunity to ask you if you want to come to me place, have another drink.” he asked shyly, putting the money on the counter.

You looked at him awkwardly stuffing his hand in his jean pockets, waiting for your response. He’s really cute. Fuck it, let’s go. You bit your lip into a smile and nodded a yes. His eyes widened.

“Really ? Great ! Um, let’s go then,” he let you walk first towards the door but opened it for you. He told that his appartement is just a few minutes walking from here.

You followed him in the almost empty streets, talking about everything and mostly about him. He was nice and funny and it felt like you knew him for years. He led you to his building and then apartment which was gigantic next to yours. He took your coat and offered you to dry your hair with his hairdryer while he sets everything to eat. You agreed and followed him in his bathroom. You came back in the kitchen where Tom was preparing dinner. There was a central counter illuminated by three industrial-style lamps. Tom had a folded tea towel on his shoulder and seemed very concentrated on cooking his dish.

“Pasta alla tomato,” he announced with a proud smile and his fingers pinched together, noticing you coming back from the bathroom.

“I’m not quite sure, that’s how Italians call it” you laughed standing next to him.

“Who cares ? It’s gonna be delicious,” he smirked. “Wanna taste ?” he asked with a low voice, his spoon ready to make you taste the tomato sauce. You nodded eagerly, making him chuckle. You parted your lips and leaned towards him, welcoming the spoon in your mouth. You moaned at the taste and watched his pupils dilate for a split second.

“It is delicious,” you confirmed licking your lips. Tom watched your tongue dancing on your mouth and felt his heart beating fast. Suddenly, it was too hot in the room.

“We um... we should take some plates,” he tried to resonate him. He moved around you to grab two plates, forks and knives and placed it on the counter, in front of the chairs.

You kept talking about life and laughed at the strangest stories you two lived. You were having the best time. Tom was nice, funny and it felt like you knew each others for years. Everything since the bar was simple and comfortable. Also, he was really cute. You couldn’t take off your eyes of him. You admired the stain of curls falling on his forehead, and how his biceps contrat when he runs his hand through his hair to replace it. The little wrinkles around his eyes when he was smiling and the joyful burst of his voice as he laughs.

You also noticed a small stain of tomato sauce on his jaw, and without thinking about it, cutting Tom in his sentence, you swiped your thumb over it and brung it to your lips. Before you could reach your mouth, Tom stopped you, interlacing your hand with his fingers, pulling it to his face. He plunged his gaze into yours and wrapped his lips around your thumb. He licked softly your digit without breaking the eye contact. You stopped breathing, your heart pounding in your ears.

“That was mine,” he almost groaned. He then kissed delicately your other fingers while you starred at his lips and his face. He sometimes made eye contact with, making you loose your mind, before closing his eyes refocusing your fingers. He pulled gently on your wrist close to make you lean towards him. Your faces are a few inches away and the tension is so thick, the space between you is barely breathable.

“Y/N,” Tom whispered “please let me kiss you” he tilted his head waiting for your answer. Your breath was jerky, your pupils dilated and all your senses in turmoil. You leaned a little more, closing your eyes and nodded slowly.

Tom placed his other free hand on your cheek and closed the space between you. His lips were warm and rough at the same time, but his kisses were soft and caring. He wanted to make you feel good. The leaned position wasn’t the most comfortable though. So without breaking the kiss, Tom guided you up and sat you on his lap.

“Hm, much better” he said between kisses. You giggled and ran your hands through his soft curls. Tom navigated his lips down your neck and sucked on your hot skin. You tilted your head back giving him all the space he needed. Tom then traced his way down to your chest, his hands running up and down your back, waist and hips. You gently pulled on his curls to bring back his lips on your mouth, both whining and moaning.

“Tom, I need more... so much more” you desperately moaned out of breath. He didn’t say anything. He just got up, holding you around his chest and walked to his bedroom. After letting you falling gracefully on his bed he got up and took off his tight t-shirt. You discovered his muscular features, making you want to touch it.

“Give me your hands,” he nicely ordered. And you obeyed. He placed your palms on his pecs and slowly ran them all over his upper body. Your eyes stared frantically every inch of his skin, in awe of his features. Tom looked at your face with a slight smirk, admiring you.

“You like what see ?” that was so cocky yet so hot. You would gave laughed if it was anyone else, but there was something about him that was so hypnotising.

“I really do,” you whispered, still caressing him.

“Y/N, can I take off your clothes” he gently demanded, lingering his long fingers on your arms.

“Please,” you whimpered. Tom took the time to kiss you before pulling up your almost tired t-shirt and bra.

“Gorgeous,” he groaned and ran his warm hand on your breast. You moaned his name when you felt his lips around your nipples. “you’re so beautiful Y/N”. He pushed you against the mattress, stil sucking on your buds. He slid his hands down your body to take off your panties. “Can I take these off ?”

“Yes, you can” you answered desperately. He wasted no time and admired your glistening core.

“Fuck, I can’t wait to be inside you” Tom got up and grabbed a condom in his bathroom. When he came back he stumbled while taking off his boxers, making you giggle at his eagerness. He almost jumped on the bed and placed the condom on his very hard cock. You looked at him with wanting eyes, licking your lips.

“Do I need to work you out a little ?”

“No, no, don’t worry about that, you’ve done enough” you giggled and he responded the same way. “Please, I just need you...” you whimpered. Tom leaned on you to kiss you, and ever so smoothly entered you. You both moaned loudly.

“Fuck Y/N, you feel amazing” he stayed immobile for a little while so you can accommodate to him, until you moved your hips. He got the message and started thrusting gently but deeply.

Tom never stoped kissing you. On your lips, your cheeks, your neck... every bit on your skin that was reachable was showered by his lips. It was like a drug to him. You couldn’t get your hands off of his body, running them on his back, abs, chest and hair tugging a little on his curls. And each time your did that, he groaned and moaned. He made the prettiest sounds and you were loving it. Tom sped up his movements, holding close to him.

“Tom... umm you feel so good ! Gosh, please don’t stop”, you praised him and deepened his thrusts. They were more calculated, more passionate. Seeing him responding to your praises this way, made you want even more from him, so you continued.

“Um, yes just like that, oh fuck ! Tom, fuck you feel amazing !” he became animalistic in his thrusts and you felt your orgasm getting closer.

“You like this cock pretty girl ? um ?” he groaned in your ear “do you feel how perfect it is for you ? how it makes you loose yourself ? I feel you clenching baby...” his thrusts sped up even harder wanting you to release your pleasure “cum for me Y/N, I’m right behind you. God, fuck- your pussy feels so good, so tight !”

Your nails scratched his back, searching for something to hold onto, you arched your spine and let your orgasm took over you. Tom thrusted a few more times before he cums in you, moans and groans filling the air. He relaxed his body on top of yours, both you regaining your breath. Who knew, after spending the worst day ever, you would end up in a stranger’s bed. Tom eventually rolled on the side, giggling.

“What’s so funny ?” you asked a bit embarrassed.

“Nothing, nothing,” he reassured you, kissing you softly, “it was just... mind-blowing.” You felt your cheeks heat up against his palm.

“I know,” your confirmed. “Thank you for brighting up my day” you joked.

“Anytime, love !” Tom smiled before hesitantly asking you “actually, I was thinking, maybe we could go on a date, or something... I spent a really good time with you. I’m not only talking about the sex, huh, it was an amazing evening.”

You bit your lips and kissed him delicately “I would love that. I had a great time too”

#tom holland #tom holland request #tom holland x reader #tom holland smut #tom holland fluff #peter parker #tom holland imagine smut #tom holland imagine fluff #tom holland imagine #peter Parker x reader

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thescoundrelprincess · 3 years

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The Way You Look Tonight (Part 2)

Jugenea fan fiction

Read Part One

Warning: This one gets pretty steamy...

March 1948

“So, I’ll help the fella, the fella with an umbrella,

Help him find, the girl who saved her love for a rainy day!”

Judy lipsinged her notes superbly. Her and Peter then completed the scene perfectly.

“Cut!” yelled Chuck across the room. “That was perfect!” Judy ran out from behind the staged door and Peter approached her to give her a hug.

“Finally!” Peter exclaimed. “We finished!”

“Yes!” Judy replied with the same amount of excitement. “Holy shit, I never thought we were gonna finish that number. First the elevator thing, second my melting hat…”

Peter and the rest of the crew started laughing at her humor, along with Gene. He had decided to stop by the set to watch the finishing takes of the picture. Surrounding him were Fred, Chuck, and Ann, patiently waiting for Judy and Peter to nail the scene. They all ran up to Peter and Judy.

“That was swell guys!” Fred patted both their backs. “Hallelujah, the picture is finished! We’ve got to celebrate!”

“We have a great picture on our hands!” Chuck grinned happily. “You’ve all worked so hard, I’ll supply the champagne. All of you come to my house tonight, we’re celebrating.”

Gene was glad the picture was finished. He knew it’d be a hit in the box office. Even though he wasn’t able to be her leading man, Fred was the perfect replacement.

“Gene, you’re welcome to come if you want,” Chuck laid his hand on Gene’s shoulder. “You’ve been the ghost in the picture I must say. Hell, you wouldn’t have if you didn’t break that damn ankle!”

Gene and the others started laughing at Chuck’s comment. “I totally would, Chuck, but I promised Kerry I’d take her to the movies and ice cream tonight.”

“Aww, it’s fine. A good father is what I like to see,” Chuck shook Gene’s shoulder, then patted it a few times.

“Hey Gene, you don’t have to worry,” Peter interrupted. “I was waiting to tell you all till the end of the day today. Party at my house on St. Patty’s day. You’re all invited. Don’t miss it,” Peter pointed at all of them. “It’ll be a fun time.”

“Oh, Gene’s Irish ass wouldn’t miss it for the world!” Chuck roared. “He’s probably got a four leaf clover tattooed on his ass.” They all started laughing hysterically, especially Judy. She loved Chuck’s sense of humor, similar to hers.

“Chuck!” Judy yelled mid laugh. Judy’s uproarious laugh just made everyone else laugh even harder.

“What time is it at?” Ann asked.

“7 o’ clock sharp. The theme is green and gold. I know you ladies like to dress for the occasion, so those are the specified colors,” Peter quipped.

“I’ll be there!”

“Count me in!” Judy added.

“Me three!” said Chuck.

“Well, my Irish ass will probably be there!” Gene added.

“Fred?” Peter asked, waiting for his answer.

“Sorry kiddo, I’ve already got plans that night with my wife. Wish I could come. Maybe if plans get canceled I’ll stop by.”

“That’d be awesome Fred, although I hope your plans stay, well, planned. Even though I’d love to see you.”

All of them continued to socialize with each other for the next five minutes until Gene told them he had to leave. It broke up the social circle.

“Alright, my house tonight to celebrate, you guys better not be late!” Chuck yelled to all of them.

“We won’t be,” Peter yelled back.

Gene walked out of the stage exit, leaning against the wall outside of the lot, waiting for Judy. He figured she’d be walking out this way; he parked next to her car on purpose. They hadn’t had time alone since the night at the Mocambo, when he took her home, back in December. What a night. Sure, they saw each other on the lot, they talked on the phone, and they saw each other at a few more parties, but they weren’t secluded. There were always people around. He took the opportunity to speak to Judy alone. Lighting up a cigarette, he waited patiently for her to come out the door.

After changing out of her costume, Judy gathered all her belongings in her dressing room and headed towards the exit door. Opening it, she spotted Gene leaning against the wall a few feet away from her, smoking. Gene, startled by the noise of the door, broke out of his daze and looked to see if it was her.

“Hello, Judy.”

“Why, hello darling.” Judy walked over to him and he pecked her on the cheek. Tobacco filled her nostrils.

“Can I?” Judy pointed at the cigarette.

“Sure.” Gene handed it to her. Judy took it between her fingers, her mouth enclosing around it. He swore she looked sexy no matter what she did. The sexiest smoker ever. After inhaling a few times, Judy gave him the cigarette back, stained by her red lips. Gene noticed it and smiled, gladly putting the stained cigarette back in his mouth. Judy noticed that he liked it, inwardly grinning. Oh, men.

“So, why are you standing out here smoking all alone?”

“I was waiting for you.”

“Why?” Judy turned to lean her arm and shoulder against the wall, legs crossed, her other hand on her hip with her purse and belongings.

Gene did the same, facing her. “Because I wanted to talk to you.”

“About what?”

“I didn’t really have anything in mind.”

“Interesting,” Judy pursed her lips at him, furrowing her brows at his response.

“Honestly anything I guess,” Gene looked down for a second, “I just took the opportunity, since I knew you’d be alone.” He looked back up at her with that charming smirk of his.

Tingles burst throughout Judy’s stomach. “Oh,” she responded, looking down, then back up at him. “The last time we were alone was after the Mocambo, right?”

“Yes.” Gene took a drag of his cigarette, staring blankly past her, then returning her gaze when he exhaled.

“Wow, it’s been awhile since we’ve been alone together,” Judy genuinely realized. “Maybe if you didn’t break that damn ankle we could’ve had another picture together, and we could’ve been alone more often.”

“Well, everything happens for a reason.”

“Well the reason you broke your ankle was because you were being too damn competitive in that baseball game of yours-“

“Volleyball game,” Gene corrected her, pointing at her.

“Whatever,” Judy replied, irritated but slowly breaking into a smile. She couldn’t help it.

“So, what are you doing after this?”

“The real question is,” Gene stared at her, “Are you gonna be at Peter’s Saturday night?”

“Are you deaf? Didn’t you hear me back there?” Judy gestured her thumb towards the door, inside the lot. “Count. Me. In?”

“Are you going alone?”

“Don’t know yet,” Judy replied with honesty. “Vincente and I have been a little rocky, I’m not sure he’d want to go to a party with me, especially one at Peter’s house. He’d go to one of the nightclubs with me but friend parties haven’t been his cup of tea lately. He is always sick or doesn’t feel like going. I’m not sure what’s wrong with him.”

Gene saw the sadness in her face. He did feel bad for her. His marriage was steady right now, but he knew what it was like to have tension in it. He handed the cigarette back to Judy.

“Well, I’ll be there alone. Betsy is taking Kerry with her to visit family this weekend. I can’t go with her because of work, but I can attend the party of course. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

“You bet your Irish ass you won’t.”

“And your Irish ass!” Gene quipped.

“Yes,” Judy continued, “You know, my mother is a black Irish witch, and so am I,” Judy eyed him slyly with her dark eyes. “Don’t mess with me, Kelly.”

The look she was giving him reminded him of the night at the Mocambo, in the car. She gave him the same look when she pulled at his tie. The gaze went straight to his dick. Fuck. He decided to be playful.

He stuck his head out and leaned towards her, staring at her, arms crossed. His face was only a few inches away from hers. “And what if I do?”

Judy squinted at him, looking at his lips then back up at his eyes. “I might cast one of my spells on you. And trust me,” Judy raised her eyebrow. “It won’t be pleasant.”

Gene’s face grew blank as he stared into her dark brown eyes, hypnotized again. It’s like she’s casting a spell on me now. Gene slowly leaned away from her and gestured for her to hand him back the cigarette. She gave it back to him, waiting for a response, while he took a long drag.

“We’ll just have to see what happens.”

They both stood there, stiff in their sexual tension. After another drag, Gene looked at his watch and realized he needed to leave. It was getting late, and he had to take Kerry out. He decided to break the tension and change the subject.

“Alright, I’d better let you go, you have that celebration to go to.”

“And your movie to watch,” Judy paused, trying to think of the other thing Gene said he had to do. She had forgotten. “And whatever else you have to do.”

“Drive safe Judy, and have fun. Congratulations again on finishing the picture.”

“Thank you, Gene,” Judy beamed at him. “See you Saturday.”

“Yes, Saturday.” Gene leaned in to peck Judy on the lips this time, the peck lingering a few seconds longer than the last. They headed towards their cars together, Judy now realizing he was parked right next to her.

“Did you park here on purpose?”

“Maybe.” Gene started to chuckle. “I think your car looks good next to mine.”

Judy pursed her lips, glancing at both the cars. “You know what? I’d have to agree with you on that.” They both walked to their driver’s side doors and unlocked their cars.

“Okay, I’ll see ya Judy.”

“Bye Gene!”

“Bye Judy.”

Flash forward to Saturday…

Judy was at her vanity powdering herself up for Peter’s party. Looking in the mirror, she carefully applied her captivating red lipstick, her go-to color that made her lips strikingly beautiful, and sensuous. The color really illustrated her luscious, shapely lips. Puckering them, and taking a long look at herself, she finally moved on to picking her outfit. Walking into the closet, she untied her robe and searched for an outfit. Green. Running her hands through the many clothes on hangers, she found a simple, velvet, petite green dress. It was perfect.

She found matching green high heels and tossed them onto her bed from the closet. Now all she needed was a bathing suit. Peter told all of them at the Easter Parade party that not swimming wasn’t an option. Do I have a green swimsuit? Digging through her drawers, she found a matching bikini top and bottom. A bit scandalous, but that’s totally fine. The swim skirt would cover just below her ass.

After slipping on her dress, she walked back to her vanity, putting her hair up in a beautiful bun. She rummaged through her drawers of jewelry and clipped on gold earrings, a gold necklace, and some gold bracelets. Judy was always one to celebrate festivities, and corresponding color was important.

Heading towards the bed, she slipped on her green high heels and stuffed her swimsuit in a bag. I can change at the party. She had one last thing to do, and that was to grab a pullover for after swimming. And maybe some shorts, if she felt like wearing them.

Grabbing her last essentials, she sprayed some perfume on her neck and her wrists. She walked downstairs, approaching the front door. Taking one last look around, she sighed. Of course Vincente isn’t home yet. He probably won’t be home all night. With a melancholy face, Judy turned the doorknob, walked out, and shut the door, locking it.

Gene turned on his turn signal, approaching Peter’s house. He raced into the driveway and parked next to the many other cars in the yard. Eager to get inside, he quickly grabbed his swim suit bag in the passenger seat and headed towards Peter’s front door. He was wearing a grey suit and grey pants, with a green tie. But, he was also wearing green dress shoes, and a grey Irish cap on his head. Being the charming Irishman he was, he couldn’t resist.

Walking up towards the house, he searched for Judy’s car in the yard. No sign of it. She must not be here yet, unless she went with someone else. He took a peek at his watch. It was 7:30. I’m not too late. As he neared the house, he could hear the loud music and chatter happening inside. Although he was excited to party, he really wanted to hang out with Judy. Especially since his wife wasn’t with him, and from what Judy made it sound like, Vincente wouldn’t be coming either. He wanted another chance alone with her. Over the past 2-3 months he had been thinking nonstop about Judy “returning the favor”. The whole night at the Mocambo and after was sewn into his memory, minute by minute. He had a wonderful time, and the passion him and Judy shared was unforgettable. He was eager for this night to start, even though he had no idea what it held.

Finally on the porch, Gene opened the door. No one was in the living room; he heard noise coming from further down the house. Gene walked around a few corners to the bar area, into a room near the back patio Peter had. This is where the party was.

“Hey Gene, glad you could make it!” Peter walked up to him and eagerly shook his hand. “Wow, you did dress for the occasion! I think you’ve got the best outfit out of all of us.”

“Why thank you,” Gene smiled courteously.

“Come on and join us!”

Almost everyone was at the bar and in the huge living room next to it. Gene always thought Peter had a nice house, good for parties. He looked around and saw many familiar faces, including Frank’s. He decided to approach him; he was sitting at the bar.

“Hey Frank!” Gene walked up behind him and slapped him on the back.

“Hey pal!” Frank turned around, recognizing that undeniable voice. He eyed Gene up and down. “Wow, you put a lot of effort into the dress code.”

“What can I say, I’m an artistic kinda guy.” He noticed Van was next to Frank.

“Hey Van, how ya doing?”

“Just swell, how are you?”

“I’m doing great. Having a good time?”

“Yeah, Peter’s got the best drink selection. He said we could help ourselves. I’m glad he had this party, and the turnout is already great.”

“Yes, I’ve noticed there’s already a lot of people here. Not everybody though.” Judy.

“Eh, just gotta give those people a little more time. Maybe they’re trying even harder on their outfits than you.”

Gene chuckled at his comment. “Maybe. Well, say, I’ll be right back fellas, I’m gonna go say hello to everybody and make my way around.”

“Oh, you go right on ahead. The alcohol isn’t going anywhere.”

“Hey, where can I place my bathing suit?”

“Oh, just set it outside on the patio. Everyone else put their stuff out there.” Gene nodded in understanding, and headed towards the sliding glass door before greeting everyone.

It took Gene forever to say hi to everybody; there were already a ton of people here, and more people were arriving by the second. He looked down at his watch. 8:35. Still no sign of Judy. Where the hell is she? Sitting next to Frank, he already started chugging down beers. He had about three so far, and was planning on having more.

“Say, when are we gonna go swimming?” Frank asked Peter across the bar counter. “A game of Marco Polo?” Frank was already getting drunk.

“I don’t know, are you capable of swimming?” Peter genuinely asked him.

“Yes, are you?” Gene chimed in.

Frank eyed them both annoyed. “You betch yer Irish asses I am!”

Everyone at the bar started to laugh at Frank’s comment. “I’m British, Frank,” Peter replied in a smartass manner. “The rest of you wanna swim right now?”

“Sure!” Chuck yelled from across the bar, suddenly appearing in the scene. An echo of yes’s followed.

“Alright, let me go prepare the pool.” Peter started to walk away. “Don’t change yet.”

“You told us all that we were gonna swim and you didn’t even have the pool prepared? Damn Lawford, you’re lazy,” Frank said in an accusing manner.

“Oops,” Peter replied in a not so sorry way, rolling his eyes. He opened the sliding glass door and headed towards the pool.

Gene then heard an unmistakable laughter echoing through the house. He turned around in his seat; it was Judy. She was laughing with June and Lena, along with the other girls approaching her. He took a good look at her. Clad in a sexy, velvet green dress, with beautiful gold jewelry… and that sexy bun he loved. And the green stilettos. Fuck. Gene took a swig of his beer, waiting for her to come his way.

Judy walked towards the bar, catching Gene’s eyes glued on her. She liked it. To let him know she knew, she waved her hand in front of his eyes, trying to get him out of his trance.

“Earth to Gene?” He met her eyes. “Nice outfit.”

“I must say, I like yours too.”

She leaned into his ear, cupping her hand over her mouth so no one could hear. In a seductive manner, she whispered, “I can tell... by the way your eyes have never left my torso since I walked in.” She turned nonchalantly, facing Frank and the rest of the gang.

“Hiya Judy!” Frank gestured to her to come over, giving her a kiss on the cheek. Judy giggled.

“Enjoying the drinks?”

“Oh yeah, Pete fixed up plenty of good ones. He said to help ourselves! Why don’t you have one?”

“Sure, but let me say hi to everyone first-”

“No, nooo,” Frank interrupted her, grabbing her shoulder. “Let’s make a toast. What do ya want, Judy?”

Feeling bold, and wanting to get her blood moving, she glanced at the harder liquors displayed across the bar. “Bourbon,” Judy stated. “Double.”

“Woah now, Judy, starting off hard.” Frank reached across the counter to grab the bourbon. “No chaser or anything?”

“Nope.”

“Ice?!”

“Uh, just give me one ice cube.”

Frank gestured for Chuck, who was walking behind the bar now, to place an ice cube in the glass. Then Frank started pouring the liquid into the glass. After he finished, he handed the glass to Judy.

“Everyone else got something?”

“You know what, give me a shot of bourbon too,” Gene asked Frank.

“Double?”

“No, one.”

“Oh, are you too much of a wuss to have a double? Miss Garland over here’s drinking more than you!” Frank harassed Gene.

Judy glanced over at him. “Yeah Gene, afraid you can’t handle it?” She raised an eyebrow at him playfully, challenging him.

Fuck. “Fine, give me a double with ice.” Frank poured his drink. “You know Judy, I’ve already had a couple of beers, I’ve been drinking for the past hour. You just got here.”

“Only a couple…” Judy undermined his statement. “You haven’t had ten or anything. Live a little.” She placed her hand on his knee, tapping it. Gene felt a shiver travel throughout his body. Just a small touch from her affected him so much.

“Okay, I got another person to toast to,” Frank yelled to everyone.

“You always do Frank,” Van said, in a smartass manner. “Who’s it today?”

“I raise a toast to Gene Kelly, for having the best Irish outfit out of any of us. Cheers!”

Everyone held up their glasses in Gene’s direction. Judy turned to face him. “Cheers!” Everyone yelled in unison. Before Judy washed hers down, she looked at Gene piercingly with those dark brown eyes, just above her glass. Time froze. That look alone sent tingles down to Gene’s groin. He then swallowed his down.

Judy winced at the taste. “Never really thought it tasted good. I prefer vodka. But I’m feeling a little different tonight, I wanna change things up a bit.”

Gene looked back up at her. “Yeah… wanna sit down? This seat next to me is empty and waiting.”

Judy smirked at him. She plopped down on the seat. “How are you this evening?”

“I’m great, how are you?”

“Now I’m feeling marvelous.” She could feel the alcohol warming her body already. “I’ve been anxious to get here.”

“Well, what took you so long? I got here at 7:30 and now it’s almost nine.” Gene crossed his arms, waiting for an answer.

“I was getting ready, Gene,” Judy crossed her arms, mocking him. “I wanted to dress for the occasion.”

“And you totally did,” Gene eyed her up and down. “You look smokin again baby, even better than that one black dress you wore that night.”

Flutters swarmed Judy’s stomach. She blushed. “You look quite handsome too you know, why don’t you wear outfits like this more often?”

“I do, just not with all the green,” Gene gestured his hand towards his green tie and shoes. “It’s a little much to wear on just any occasion.”

“I kinda like the green on you.”

“Well, I definitely like it on you,” he quietly responded, almost growling. More butterflies flew to her stomach. Suddenly, Peter walked back through the sliding glass door.

“It’ll be a few minutes everybody. I also got the hot tub running if anyone wants to go in that.”

Oooo, a hot tub. Judy melted at the thought of it. All her stresses and aches lately would be cured from a nice, relaxing session in the hot tub. She had never been in one before, but she heard they were very nice; they were just coming out in the past few years.

“You going swimming?” Gene interrupted Judy’s thoughts.

“I don’t know about the pool, but I’ll probably go sit in the hot tub, hang out with the girls.”

Gene relished at the thought of seeing Judy in her swimsuit. He involuntarily licked his lips… and Judy noticed.

“What are you thinking about now, buster?”

Gene looked back at her. “I’m just excited to dip into the pool, that’s all.”

“Okay, sure,” Judy muttered. “I’m gonna go say hi to everyone else, I’ll catch up with you later.”

“Sounds good to me.”

Judy quickly got herself another drink and walked away to socialize with the others. Gene couldn’t keep his eyes off her ass. Even though he continued to socialize with the rest of the boys, Judy somehow had this spell over him where he could not stop thinking about her, and her body. Flashbacks from the Mocambo, and that night, came back to his mind.

Peter walked around the bar, interrupting his thoughts and the loud conversation ensuing at the table. “Are you all ready to swim? If you want to, you can start changing, I’ve got plenty of rooms you can change in.”

“Finally,” Frank slurred out. “It’s about time.”

All the boys took their last sips of their drinks for a while and went to grab their bathing suits. Walking towards the patio, Gene looked for Judy. He found her sitting on the couch with a ton of other friends. Sitting next to her were Ann and Cyd. As if Judy knew he was looking, she caught his stare. Her face went blank, and then she smiled. Gene smiled in return. Oh, this girl is gonna be the death of me.

It was 10:17. The sun was set and Peter had the pool lights on along with surrounding lights. All the boys were playing volleyball in the pool, while the girls sat on lawn chairs or were resting in the hot tub. Judy was laying on a lawn chair, chatting with June. She was a little cold though; she wanted to get into the nice hot tub.

“Darling, do you mind if we continue this conversation in the hot tub? I’m kind of chilled,” Judy asked her kindly.

“Oh, of course, I don’t mind at all. I was getting pretty chilly myself.”

Judy and June both sat up and started to walk towards the tub. Glancing into the pool, they saw all the boys drunk, still playing volleyball. Gene was sitting out, but was about to get back into the game. As she walked by, he cannon balled into the pool. Rising to the surface, Gene saw Judy, admiring her sexy green bikini once more that accentuated her delicious curves. Drunk as he was, he admired Judy’s gorgeous figure just the same. Judy saw him staring.

“Hey Kelly, you better watch it playing down there. No one needs your clumsy ass breaking another ankle.”

All the boys started laughing hilariously at her comment, especially Chuck, who equally loved her humor. Gene furrowed his eyebrows at her, opening his mouth in surprise to what she said. He started to swim over to the edge of the pool rapidly and he splashed the cool water on her.

“Ah, stop Gene, that's cold!”

“No it’s not, it’s almost 80 degrees in here! Come on, jump in Judy.”

“No thank you,” Judy said irritatedly, continuing her walk to the hot tub with June. Once again, Gene couldn’t keep his eyes off her ass and legs. The alcohol heightened the sensations he was feeling; he could feel his hard on growing. Frank noticed his buddy’s eyes lurking. He swam over to him.

“Hey Gene, leave the dame alone, she don’t want nothing to do with you,” he slurred to Gene. Gene chuckled and turned towards him.

“Okay Frank, a fella just takes a look once in a while, nothing serious.” If only he knew… the way she begged him that night to touch her, the way her lips molded into his, her body, and the sounds she made when she released…

For about another hour everyone started to filter out of the pool and hot tub, grabbing more drinks. Van helped Peter put on the pool cover, since they were the most sober, and then they put the lid on the hot tub. The party was just getting started.

The congregation was at the bar. Judy was approaching the drunk stage but Gene was already past that. He wasn’t gone like Frank was, but he drank quite a few beers by now.

“Judy, didn’t you do an Irish picture at MGM?” Frank asked, swigging down his beer. Gene was sitting next to Judy, and then June was on the other side of her. Frank was next to June.

“Yes, in fact I did,” Judy said, smiling. “Remember what it was called?”

“Ummmm…” Frank sat there, stroking his chin in thought. It popped into Gene's mind in a matter of seconds.

“I got it,” Gene chimed in. “Little Nellie Kelly. You were a charming Irish gal.”

“Oh yeah, I forgot, you know all your pictures. You’re always making references and shit,” Judy teased him, tapping his nose. “Do you remember anything else about it?”

“I know George Murphy was in it. I remember him telling me how fun it was to work with you when I was on set for our first picture. He wasn’t lying,” Gene drained the rest of the beer down his throat. “Can you get me another?” He gestured towards Van who was tossing around some of the drinks.

“Yep, those both were fun pictures for me to make,” Judy sighed, remembering how times were a bit easier back then.

“Yeah, that Murphy guy was sore at me for awhile,” Gene spoke out to everyone, “He was mad that I got to play the leading man even though I was so new to Hollywood. But, we ended up being friends. It was a hell of a time at first though. He was really fucking mad.”

“It’s nice how everything ended up working out between you guys though,” Judy said, lightening up the mood, along with Gene’s temper.

Gene lowered his voice, his tone full of suggestion. “You know what would be nice?” He looked down at her breasts, his eyes full of desire.

“Another drink?” Judy took hold of his drink and shoved it towards his mouth. Gene almost spilled the beer all over himself. He looked at her in shock.

“Hey, it’s feisty Judy again! Gotta love it,” Frank joked.

“Agreed,” Chuck said, fully knowing her feisty potential.

“Judy, didn’t you have to talk in an Irish accent for that picture?” Peter said, joining the conversation.

“Yes, I did,” Judy giggled at the memory of it. “I’m afraid it wasn’t very good.” She waved over to Van, asking him for some more vodka.

“Didn’t you sing that one Irish song too?” Chuck asked.

“It’s a great day for the Irish, it’s a great day for fairrrr!”

“Yeah, that one,” Chuck laughed, acknowledging Gene’s mocking tone.

“That’s not how I sounded at all,” Judy turned to Gene, giving him a look.

“My favorite song in that picture was A Pretty Girl Milking Her Cow,” Gene said sweetly, his mocking persona turning like the flip of a coin. “It’s pretty catchy.”

“Yeah, I should start singing it again. Maybe I’ll make it a hit this time,” Judy replied, grabbing her drink from Van, sipping it.

Suddenly, a bunch of people turned around. Judy tried to look over everyone’s shoulders from her seat; she saw Fred walk in.

“Hey, there’s Fred!” Judy said happily, pointing.

“Oh, I need to show him around, he hasn’t been here before.” Peter walked away from the bar towards the door to escort Fred.

“I’ll just say hi to him later. Anyway, what were we talking about again?” Now it was just her, Gene, Frank, and Chuck talking. Everyone sort of split into their own conversations and clicks.

“About your Irish picture,” Gene reminded her.

“Ohhh yeahhh,” Judy replied dramatically. “You seem to know every detail about it. Have you seen all my pictures?” She teased him with a knowing glance; she knew he saw almost, if not all her pictures. He informed her of this when they first met; he talked about how much he adored her and her talent.

Gene pursed his lips. He was sick and tired of this teasing… Well, he actually loved it. But he wanted to get her back. He was feeling bold and flirty.

“If you’ve seen one you’ve seen them all.”

“Excuse me?”

“Yes,” Gene continued, “Say, Judy,” he looked at her with a questioning glance, “You sure you ain’t a leprechaun?”

“Gene, what the fuck are you talking about?” Judy asked, holding back her laugh, raising her brow at him.

“No, seriously. I don’t believe this witch shit you told me-”

“What witch shit?” Frank chimed in, confused. Chuck looked at them with equal confusion.

“It’s besides the point,” Gene replied to both of them. “Anyway, you’re short, you’re wearing gold, you look sexy in greennn, you’re borderline orange hair-”

“I-”

“And you're Irish yourself,” Gene continued, “And you’re always chasing rainbows, what are you trying to find?”

“Gold?” Frank teased her with Gene.

“I don’t know if you guys forgot but I dressed in this because of the party. I don’t want to hear this teasing bullshit,” Judy spoke coldly to them. She didn’t mind teasing but with their slurring, soon-to-be degrading attitudes annoyed the shit out of her. It wasn’t that big of a deal but she wasn’t having it right now. She was quite moody, and the drinks were getting to her.

Gene stared at her blankly, not affected by her statement. “Girls like you shouldn’t curse, so you’d better stop,” Gene pointed at her accusingly. “I don’t like that dirty mouth. It’s not very ladylike. I’m sure leprechauns don’t curse.” Frank and Chuck were cracking up at Gene’s comments. Whether it was from the alcohol or because they actually thought Gene’s comments were funny, it didn’t matter. Judy was getting irritated with Gene’s weird behavior.

“Gene, why are you acting so weird all of a sudden?” Judy eyed him curiously.

“I’m just stating the truth. Calm down Judy, why don’t you smile more?” He ran his hand up to her cheek, held it there for a second, then squeezed. “Guys, whadda ya think? Leprechaun?”

Judy slapped his hand away from her cheek. “Stop that, Gene. You know, you wouldn’t be here if this LEPRECHAUN didn’t get you your big break… you’d still be in the slums on Broadway barely making a penny. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to talk to some more respectful gentleman.”

Judy grabbed her half full drink and stormed away to the big crowd of people there. What the fuck. Why is Gene acting so damn annoying? Gene’s stupid smartass comments weren’t flying with her. She liked his teasing, but this time it was becoming too damn annoying. He had no charm in his teasing at the moment, which is what she loved about him; right now, it was just him talking in cloudy, drunken slurs. Plus, she knew he’d feel guilty about it later, and he’d do something about it… which is just what she was waiting for.

Gene’s eyes… once again... were glued on her walking away in her short shorts and practically see through pullover shirt. He subtly licked his lips.

“She’s a feisty little dame,” Frank observed. “Damn, I wouldn’t want to get on her bad side. It seems you just did.” Frank turned around and poured them both a drink.

“Trust me, been there done that. Easter Parade wasn’t always the most perfect shoot, but overall it was wonderful. But I definitely know Judy’s bad side. It can be lethal,” Chuck chimed in.

Gene grabbed his drink from Frank and chugged it down, starting to realize his mistake.

“Shit,” Gene muttered to himself. I should probably apologize to her later. “I was acting like an annoying dick head.”

“Don’t we all at some point?” Frank set down his drink. “I get that comment almost every time I drink.”

Gene chuckled at his response. “She’ll get over it.”

…

The clock ticked to midnight. There wasn’t a sober face in the house. Judy was sitting with the girls, having a great time. However, she wanted to get Gene alone. Maybe he’ll apologize to me. She enjoyed his company too much to admit and she wanted a change of atmosphere. She had been socializing with the girls majority of the party. Looking around, she only saw a few guys: Peter, Van, and Mickey. No sign of Gene. Maybe he was downstairs? Judy wanted to find him. She sat there for a moment, trying to think of somewhere where they could be secluded. She thought of the perfect spot.

“Hey guys, I’m starting to get a headache, I think I’m gonna go outside and get some fresh air for a bit.”

June stood up as Judy did. “Darling, is there anything I can do? Do you want me to come with you?”

Judy shook her head. “Thanks darling, but no, it’s okay. I just need some time by myself to cool down.” Judy headed towards Peter.

“Hey Judy, how’s it going?” Peter turned to Judy.

“Hey, can I talk to you for a minute?”

“Sure.”

Peter took Judy’s hand and they walked towards the corner, near the downstair’s door.

“What is it, is everything okay?” Peter looked at her with concern.

“Would you be a darling and let me go in the hot tub? I’m sobering up a bit and I’ve got this pounding headache coming on, I think the heat will help.” Judy laid her hand upon her forehead.

“Oh, of course honey. I’ll go turn it on for you. You do something to occupy yourself and I’ll be right back.” Peter patted her shoulder and headed outside to open and turn on the hot tub. Mission accomplished. Judy wasn’t really sick at all; she felt marvelous. She thought the hot tub would feel so nice, especially with Gene in it with her. We’ll see where this goes.

She quickly went over to the bar unnoticed and poured herself some liquid courage. Dumping down the whiskey, she took a sigh, and headed for the basement door.

“Bingo!” Mickey shouted, hitting the eight ball in the slot. “I beat ya!” He shook hands with Bob and traded places with Bing, taking a seat. Gene was kicked back in one of the chairs, still buddy buddy with Frank. Judy eyed them gulping down their drinks. Clearing her throat loud enough for them to hear her, she finished walking down the stairs.

Gene heard the familiar sounds of her footsteps, knowing they were Judy’s. He turned his head and saw her walking into the bathroom.

“Is that Judy?” Frank questioned.

“Yep,” Gene murmured.

“You should probably go and apologize to her. I’ve been watching you drown in guilt this whole time.”

Gene nodded. “Yeah, I probably should.” Gene knew Judy hated men who acted like drunken fools and he did when he was teasing her. Even though his words weren’t that hurtful he knew that Judy was sensitive about this kind of stuff. Plus, the stress going on in her life added to her frustrations, so her outburst on him likely could’ve been fueled from that. Gene realized this. He felt especially guilty. He decided to get up and head towards the bathroom… and wait for Judy.

Opening the door, she jumped, startled.

“What the fuck, Gene,” Judy gasped. “What are you trying to do now, scare me?”

“No,” Gene went to grab her hand. “I wanted to apologize.”

“You’re coming with me.” Judy grasped his hand tight and led him towards the stairs. Gene looked back at Frank scared. Her stern tone made it sound like she wasn’t joking.

Peter met them in the middle of the stairs. “Hey, Judy, there you are. Whenever you’re ready, go ahead.” Judy nodded, and they continued up the stairs.

“You stay here for a sec.” Judy walked over towards the bar once more, unnoticed, and made two cocktails for her and Gene. Walking back over to him, she handed him the glass. “Follow me.” She gestured to him, heading towards the front door. Gene was so confused. What the fuck was she planning?

They circled around the house and walked up towards the deck, approaching the hot tub. It looked so nice and warm, the visible steam rising from it. Judy completely changed her mood; she was excited to jump in and be alone with Gene. She set her drink down on a table right next to the hot tub.

“We can talk in here.” Judy grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head, revealing the sexy green bathing suit she was wearing earlier. Gene swallowed, a shot of arousal hitting his stomach. He decided to do the same thing and pull his shirt off, standing clad in only swim trunks. Relax Gene, just relax… He took a swig of the cocktail.

They stood there for a minute, waiting for the other to get in the hot tub. “Uh, after you,” Gene gestured for Judy to step in. Judy nodded, walking up the two steps then almost falling in, losing her balance on purpose. Gene immediately went and grabbed her waist, steadying her.

“You okay?” Gene asked, concerned.

“Yes darling,” Judy replied, acting a bit dazed. His hands felt so nice on her waist. Gene then followed behind her into the hot tub. He set his glass down on the same side table she did. Judy turned the dial to put the side jets on low. She sat down, spreading her arms out on the sides of the hot tub, closing her eyes. It felt so nice, the jets bubbling against her back and sides. Gene didn’t know where to sit; next to her, across from her… I’ll just sit next to her. That’s what we’ve been doing the whole party. Gene kept a foot distance away from her though.

“Ah, this feels so nice, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, it actually does.” Gene hadn’t gone in the hot tub all night, and the almost scalding water felt exquisite against his skin. He breathed a sigh and relaxed, sinking a bit more into the water.

“Hey, look Gene, there’s Orion!” Judy pointed across him at the constellation. Gene smiled tenderly at her, remembering when they went stargazing.

“You remembered,” Gene replied warmly, looking at her pleasant moonlit face. It was like they were out stargazing again. “And there’s the Big Dipper.” He pointed across her this time, indicating where the constellation was.

Judy returned the warm smile. “What a lovely night to have a party.” Judy took in another sigh. For about a minute they stayed silent, in their own worlds. Gene was wondering why she brought him out here in the first place. He wasn’t mad about it; he was very happy. He wanted to apologize though. But she didn’t seem mad; her mood changed instantly. Confusion swarmed his mind. He could feel the tension building between them, which was too familiar. The silence was killing him, but he didn’t want to piss her off.

Judy was thinking of words to say. She wanted to confront him about his behavior. She wasn’t really mad about it anymore, but she liked playing this game. She could sense his fear, nervousness, and guilt just sitting there in the tub, and she liked it. Sometimes she really enjoyed having Gene wrapped around her finger. And, more sober than he knew, she could act any way she wanted. Knowing that Gene was pretty drunk, too, he was more vulnerable. A little game once in a while doesn't hurt.

“So, what was this apology I was hearing about downstairs?” Judy suddenly hissed, flip flopping her mood in the snap of a finger. She raised her eyebrows at him, angry, waiting for an answer. She continuously drummed her fingers along the sides of the hot tub, showing her anger. “I didn’t appreciate your comments.”

“I, I’m sorry honey, I got a little carried away,” Gene replied, startled at her stern tone. “You know I didn’t mean it.”

“Didn’t mean it?” Judy scooted closer to him, her thigh almost touching his. She turned to him, elbow propped up on the side of the tub, giving him the evil eye. “It sure as hell seemed like you did. It wasn’t funny, Gene. You were being an annoying dick head.”

Gene was lost for words. “Look,” Gene stared at her pleadingly, trying to get through to her. “It was just a joke, it won’t happen again. I ruined the lovely night we were having. I take the blame. Darling,” Gene pleaded, “Please accept my apology.”

Damn, he’s more drunk than I thought. Judy knew he was convinced of her rage. She continued to play with his mind. “I told you not to mess with me, Kelly. I ain’t no leprechaun but I told you I was a witch.”

He looked at her like she was crazy. “Oh, we’re still on this tale? I’m supposed to believe this?” Gene slurred, reaching to grab his drink. “Okay Judy, whatever you say. Just accept my apology, please.”

Judy dangerously slid her hand close to his wrist, grabbing her drink too. “Oh, you don’t believe me?”

Gene glared at her in the eyes. “Nope. No sireeeeee.”

“Your apology isn’t accepted.” Judy took a sip of her drink. “I’m gonna put a spell on you and make sure you don’t mess with me again.” She glanced at him with her dark eyes.

“Spell? My ass.” Gene chugged the rest of the cocktail down his throat. “What are you gonna do, turn me into a frog or something? A leprechaun perhaps?”

“You’re really testing my waters, aren’t you Gene?” Judy playfully responded, teasing him with her eyes. “That’s why I brought you out here, you know. You’re sitting in my cauldron.”

Gene looked down, blankly staring at all the bubbles foaming on the surface of the water. “No, this is Peter’s hot tub.”

“Gene,” Judy whispered, “Witches can do their spells wherever they want, and I chose this to be the brew.” She twirled her fingers in circles in front of him, the water spinning. She suddenly splashed him in the face.

“Heyyyy, what was that for?”

“Look at me.”

Gene turned to face her again.

“I’m gonna cast my spell on you.”

“Go right on ahead, I don’t believe you can.”

“Watch me,” Judy faintly whispered, seductively. Gene was able to catch the lowness in her voice. It made his insides tingle.

She placed her hand on his shoulder. “Now, close your eyes, otherwise you could faint from the spell.” Gene obediently closed them. I can’t believe he’s following this line of bullshit. Moving back over to the dial, she turned the jets on high. The force of the jets created a cauldron-like atmosphere, bubbles bursting all around them. They felt so good; she heard Gene quietly sigh in response.

“You cooking me in soup or something?”

Judy quietly shushed him, bringing her finger up to his lips. “Be quiet, or the spell might not work. There’s always a risk involved.”

“Mmmmhmm.” Gene obeyed, relaxing in the steaming water. Judy also dialed the temperature up; the water was slowly steaming more and more. It created a fog, contrasting with the cool night air.

“Now, take two deep breaths.” Gene did just that, his chest slowly rising and falling. My God is he sexy.

Judy looked around to make sure no one was around. The coast being clear, she swooped her legs over his thighs, now straddling him. However, he didn’t know it yet; he just felt the water moving around him.

She cupped a handful of water in her hands and slowly brought it up to Gene’s shoulder, letting the water run down his chest. Being a bit more bold, she did it again, and then again, letting her hands run over his wet chest hair. Gene opened his eyes, catching her mischievous face. And he also noticed she was straddling him.

“Hey, what-”

Judy put her hand over his mouth, shutting him up. “What did I tell you?”

Gene looked at her wide-eyed, but didn’t say anything. She continued her movements, running the water up and down his chest with her hands, pulling at his chest hair, stimulating him. Tingles spread throughout Gene’s body, all leading to his dick. Gene couldn’t help but sigh and sit back, closing his eyes. She began to run the hot water up and around his neck, clawing at his neck gently, tickling him slightly with her nails. It only added to the wonderful sensations.

Judy was becoming aroused by his facial expressions and reactions to her touch. Even though he was drunk, he knew it was Judy touching him, and he could still feel. Judy acknowledged this and it excited her even more. She knew he was just as eager for this moment as she was.

Judy stopped touching him for a moment, taking a swig of her iced cocktail. With her ice cold lips, she returned to him and met his lips in a cool kiss, continuing to run her hot hands all over his chest. She felt Gene shudder at the contrasting sensations.

Gene couldn’t even think with her icy, sweet lips on his. He ran his hands down to her waist, and then to her ass, feeling her practically naked in her bathing suit. It turned him on even more. He didn’t know what got into Judy, but he wasn’t complaining; she was the sexiest woman he ever knew, and he wasn’t about to stop and question her.

He felt her nudge her freezing tongue against his hot lips, and he slowly accepted it. This time, Judy was sensually massaging his tongue. Then, she ran her tongue along the roof of his mouth, a whole new sensation that made his dick quiver.

“Judy,” he murmured into her mouth. He kissed her back with fervor, practically devouring her.

Judy sensed he was getting aroused by his heavy breathing and his chest rising and falling rapidly against her fingers. She slowly ran her hands down past his navel and to his swim trunks. She cupped his erection through his shorts, slightly rubbing it, then pulling it out. She began to run her hands all over it. She felt him twitch. Judy gently sucked on his lips, letting his bottom lip plop from her lips. Gene parted his mouth, sighing in pleasure, letting out a moan.

“See, you’re willingly succumbing to my spell already…” She continued to probe at his arousal, twisting her hands along his shaft in opposite directions, her thumb along the tip, all while she kept her lips on his. Pulling her mouth away from his, he felt her lips nibble on his right earlobe.

“Mmmm, Judy,” Gene moaned out. The surrounding pressure of the jets added to Judy’s tantalizing caresses, making his pleasure rise more and more by the second. He didn’t know how long he would last… it felt so good. It was better than he could ever dream of. His drunken state made it even more pleasant. Gene sunk his hands into her skin, massaging her bum and kneading her sides. Her wet breasts sitting in front of his face turned him on all the more, and her sexy collarbone and neck he never got sick of… And even though he couldn’t see what she was doing underwater, or what she looked like, he could only recall the many memories of her shapely torso, her sexy legs, and her slender fingers rubbing his cock just the right way.

Judy continued to massage every inch of him, focusing more and more on his most sensitive spot. She ran her lips down the side of his neck, sticking her still quite cool tongue against his neck. Gene shuttered once more, shivers going down his spine.

She started to milk him faster and faster by the minute. Gene was sweating profusely, uncontrollably sighing and groaning from her touch. The humidity was suffocating him, and the pleasure was choking him. His lips parted, he tried to somehow breathe in some air. Judy noticed how pent up he was, slowing down her movements a bit.

“Darling,” Judy moaned into his ear, lazily caressing him. “Breatheee.”

Gene took a deep breath, staring into her dark, sinister eyes. He was bewitched, bothered, and bewildered by her behavior. The contrasting moonlight glowing against her face brought back the innocence he thought was so sexy about her. His thoughts returned to the night he was pleasuring her, her sounds, her reactions, her writhing on top of him… the thoughts alone almost made him come.

Judy continued to moan softly into his ear, torturing him with her lazy caresses. She pressed her chest against his, Gene loving the feeling. All his nerve endings were tingling, him coming closer and closer to climax.

They both suddenly heard a ton of chatter. Judy looked past Gene, seeing people approach the patio door. She swiftly got off him and sat next to him, nonchalantly. However, she kept her hands on him, still lazily stroking him. Suddenly, the patio door opened, and she spotted Frank, Mickey, Chuck, and Bing. They both drunkenly wobbled around the deck by the pool.

“Judy,” Gene went to grab her hand underwater, until Judy started to stroke him faster. Gene parted his mouth once more, trying to hold back his moan.

“Are you gonna come for me?” Judy enticingly whispered to him. Gene groaned quietly. Judy ran her other hand along the inside of his thigh, probing him on.

“Hey Judy? Is that you? And Gene?” Frank pointed towards them, waving. He started to head towards them.

Judy nonchalantly turned, her hands still on Gene. “Yeah, we decided to come and talk in the hot tub.”

“Hey Gene, did you apologize to her yet?”

Judy milked him even faster. The jet vibrations surrounding his throbbing erection made it almost unbearable to hold it in any longer. He was right on the edge of orgasm. He leaned his head back slightly, his lips still parted, chest heaving. Judy looked at his face, smirking. You just wait Kelly.

“Yeah he did, he’s a little bitter about it now though after I confronted him. Say, why don’t you guys join us?”

Gene looked back at her with wide eyes. Judy returned the gaze, milking him even faster. He gasped; he could feel the orgasm about to rush through him. But, suddenly, Judy removed her hands. Gene groaned in frustration.

“Sure!”

“I’d loooooove to,” Bing added.

All Gene wanted to do was caress his hard on, continue the pleasure Judy gave him. But, too late, the guys came right by the hot tub, taking off their shirts.

“I told you it wouldn’t be pleasant,” Judy whispered to him quietly.

“Hey fellas, I’m gonna go grab myself another drink. I’m a little hot, so I want to cool down a bit. I’ll see you all later.” She slowly sat up in the water and walked towards the steps of the tub, climbing out. Gene watched her as the water dripped down her luscious body, her skin looking so silky and wet. His arousal was so painful. Once she got out, she walked over near him to grab her glass, her pullover, and a towel. She caught his eye; he was so mad but so hypnotized by her. Slyly smirking and then winking at him, she turned and walked away towards the sliding glass door, entering the house. Gene groaned quietly; he was so pent up it wasn’t even funny. Trying to control his overwhelming hormones and emotions, he tried taking his mind off of her, instead watching Frank, Bing, Mickey, and Chuck try to hobble into the hot tub. They were struggling terribly. Gene sat there in silence.

Frank finally flopped into the hot tub. He plopped down next to Gene.

“So, how’d it go, soldier?” Frank slurred to Gene. “Are you both peachy keen now?”

Gene could barely utter a word, his mind refusing to rid the image of Judy running her hands all over his body, and her luscious lips and tongue all over his mouth. Gene cleared his throat. “Yes, we’re good now.”

“You don’t look too good. Your face is pretty red. Maybe you should go cool off too. Want a drink?” Frank shoved his glass in Gene’s face.

“Stop,” Gene said, irritated, pushing Frank’s glass away from his face.

“You sure you two made, uh… up? You look prettyyy mad,” Frank pushed his index finger into his shoulder, tapping him.

“Yes, we did! Can we stop talking about it now?!” Gene spat out angrily, and in a bit of a daze. He tried adjusting his hard on without them noticing.

Frank leaned away from Gene, holding his hands back in defense. “Sorry man, didn’t mean to make you, uh, mad like that.”

“You sure you don’t want a drink, Gene?” Chuck asked him, Gene finally realizing they all were sitting down watching him. Gene shook his head no.

“I’ll just go and get one myself, I’m sweating pretty bad from this water.” Gene quickly got up so they wouldn’t notice the bulge in his pants, and quickly bid goodbye. He grabbed a towel and his shirt and headed for the sliding glass door.

With the towel wrapped around him, he quickly walked to the bathroom and locked it. Heading towards the sink, he turned on the cold water and splashed his face a few times. He looked at himself in the mirror. Holy shit.

Judy, standing against a corner smoking, caught Gene heading towards the bathroom. She smirked. She knew he was hot and bothered… She knew him so well by now. Joining the party again, she walked into the living room and began socializing with the girls again.

“Hey Judy, you feel any better?” Ann asked her.

“Yes, thank you darling,” Judy smiled. “I feel just marvelous.”

Gene paced around Peter’s bathroom, still overwhelmed by what just happened. He groaned in frustration, wondering what to do next. He checked his watch. One in the morning. She’s gonna get it.

He took a deep breath and walked out of the bathroom, searching the house for Judy. He spotted her sitting down with the girls. He started walking over to her until he heard the downstairs door swing wide open, Bob falling on the floor.

Judy and the girls looked over to the downstairs door.

“Holy shit,” June said, shocked.

“That does not look good,” Judy murmured.

All the girls got up and walked towards the door, spotting Van and Dick huddled around Bob… and Gene standing a few feet away. Then, a huge bang echoed from downstairs.

“What the fuck is going on down there?” June asked concerningly. She knelt down to check on Bob. His nose was bleeding.

“They’re all fighting down there,” Van replied, “Frank started some bullshit before he came up here and then all hell broke loose.”

“Of course he did. Bob’s nose is bleeding like crazy.”

“Yeah, you guys better go find Peter. I don’t know where he is, but he needs to come downstairs.”

“I’ll go search upstairs,” Gene replied quickly.

“We’ll go check outside,” Ann decided. “Let’s go,” she gestured towards all the girls. Van and Dick started to carry Bob towards the bathroom.

Before Judy could follow the rest of the girls, Gene grasped her hand tight without anyone noticing. He wasn’t about to lose her now. “You’re coming with me, now.” Judy wobbled as Gene led her towards the stairs, pretty intoxicated from her last few drinks. It was starting to really hit her now. She was glad she wasn’t wearing her heels.

Gene quickly checked all the rooms upstairs, looking for Peter and anyone else. They were all empty. Judy, confused, leaned against the stair railings, trying to keep her balance. Suddenly, she caught Gene walking towards her. She was scared; he looked angry.

“Gene,”

Gene covered her mouth. “Shhh,” he led her into one of the bedrooms, slammed the door, and threw her up against it, pinning her. She could feel his hard on pushing right up against her.

“You’ve got a nice magic touch on you,” Gene growled against her lips, breathing her in. He could smell the aroma of her perfume emitting from her sweaty skin. Judy gasped, completely aroused by his actions.

“Yeah, and you didn’t believe me,” Judy said, just as seductive back. “I told you not to mess with me, or you’d have hell to pay.”

He pushed her against the door even harder, locking it. “Have you ever thought about not messing with me?” He let his hand run down her side, along the outside of her thigh and then trailing to the inside. She felt his hand meet the very top of her thigh under her shorts and swim skirt. Judy swallowed hard.

“That’s what I thought.”

He ran his hand up even further, hovering over her center. Maneuvering past the swim suit material, he pushed his index and middle finger onto her bare bud. Judy let her head rest against the door, her eyes closed in pleasure. She felt all her blood rush towards that spot. He felt Judy immediately getting wet. He circled her bud in lazy motions, slowly collecting all her arousal on his fingers.

“You like that?” Gene growled into her ear, sucking on her earlobe, ignoring her aching lips. All Judy could do was sigh, overwhelmed by Gene’s caresses. Gene moved his lips towards her neck, applying tantalizing kisses and sucks to it.

“I didn’t hear you, Judy,” he growled, circling his fingers a bit faster. Judy moaned.

“Come on, honey,” Gene kept probing at her. “How does it feel?”

Judy was writhing, his fingers moving along her soaking wet folds in just the right rhythm and pressure. Her knees were getting weak; Gene felt her sliding down the door a bit, until he pushed her back up to where she was. He felt her continue to swell under his fingers. Her breathing was becoming unsteady; she felt numb all over except for the pleasure Gene was giving her.

“You witch… I didn’t know you had it in you,” Gene slid a finger inside her, reaching for that special spot that made her weak. He shivered at how easily his finger slid in. Judy moaned once more. “You’re soaked, darling.”

Gene continued to move his finger in and out of her in a corresponding rhythm with his thumb probing at her pearl. He felt Judy tightening around his fingers, so he went even faster.

“Are you gonna come for me, Judy?” He ran his free hand up to her hip bone and then slipped it under her shirt, running it all over her tummy. She was so hot.

He felt her begin to tense up, so he immediately removed his fingers. Judy exhaled and opened her eyes wide at Gene, her core throbbing. She was right on the edge. Her chest rose and fell rapidly.

“How does it feel now?” He clawed his hands into her waist, kneading it. “You did this to me, and I wanted to relieve myself until you called all the boys over to hop in and socialize. You see how it feels…” he hovered his lips over hers, brushing them against her. Judy’s lips and insides were tingling.

He backed off of her, turning around to sit on the bed as if nothing happened. Judy looked at him, stunned, still leaning against the door.

Judy was so turned on. She couldn’t take her painful arousal any longer. She knew how frustrated Gene was now from what he just did to her… and she liked it this way. She loved how dominant he was, how obsessed he was about her and what she did to him an hour earlier. Licking her lips, she walked towards Gene on the bed. She stood between his legs, and Gene put his hands on the sides of her thighs, running them up and down.

Judy backed away. She met his eyes and began taking off her clothes. Grabbing the hem of her pullover, she slowly took it off, very sensually. Then her shorts; she kicked them over to the side. Raising her hands to her head, she undid her bun, her luscious locks flowing out onto her shoulders. She ran her hands down to her breasts, cupping them, then slowly gripping the underside of her bathing suit top and pulling it over her head. Lastly, she started to trail her hands along her hips, then down to her bathing suit bottoms. She was giving Gene quite a show; she could see the tent appearing larger in his trunks.

Slowly pulling her bottoms down, she kicked those away too. Walking back between Gene’s legs, she reached for the hem of his shirt, pulling it off. Stepping back once more, she began running her one hand behind her neck, squeezing it, sensually running it around her collarbone and shoulders; the other one she ran towards her breast, squeezing it, then running it down her hip and tummy. Gene was completely transfixed.

Her hands ran even lower this time. One ran all along her rib cage and navel; her other palm running between the inside of her thigh. Gene focused on the hand in the inside of her thigh; he then caught her dramatically throwing her head back, eyes closing, her neck vulnerable to him. He couldn’t hold back anymore. He cupped her bottom, pulling her in, and pressed his lips against her belly button, kissing her all over her stomach. Butterflies coursed throughout Judy’s body, her hands running through his hair now.

Suddenly, he felt Judy leaning into him. In the blink of an eye she was now straddling him, running her hands all over his chest and shoulders. Finally, he pulled her in closer and met her lips with fervor. Groaning from the sensation, he pulled her in even more, tugging at her lips, sucking on them; he was hungry for her.

Judy moaned at his actions, her core still throbbing. She began rocking on top of him, stimulating him through his clothes. She pulled away from his mouth and gently ran her lips along his forehead, tickling him a bit, but stimulating even more nerve endings. Then, leaning towards the side of his neck, Judy began tugging on his earlobe gently. Gene could feel the sweat covering his body. He needed more.

Gene ran his hands up towards her neck, massaging it slightly with his fingers. Then, pushing her head back gently, he exposed her neck; he placed his tongue on it, licking her all the way up to her earlobe, then gently blowing on the wet trail. Judy was breathing heavily, shivers running up and down her spine as he ran his fingers up and down her back with the lightest touch. Judy moaned at the sensation. Gene began to rest tantalizing kisses all over her neck, Judy melting by the minute. He continued to inhale the sweet smell of her aroma.

“I’m sorry for teasing you like that,” Judy groaned quietly. “It seems like you liked it though.”

“I liked it until you stopped,” Gene growled against her neck, the vibrations tickling her. “You know what else I like?”

“Hmm?” Judy moaned, gripping his hair.

“The look on your face when I do this,” Gene leaned her back a bit, his mouth now hovering her breasts. He took her one nipple into his mouth, gently biting it, then running his tongue over it, matching rhythm with his hand caresses on her other breast. Judy moaned once more, gripping onto him for dear life.

Gene looked up to see her head leaned back in pleasure. “Mmhmm,” he groaned, mouth still devouring her peak. He did the same to the other side; Judy was like putty in his hands.

Judy ran her hands down his stomach, trailing towards his pants. She cupped his arousal, feeling how hard he was.

“Looks like someone wants to be let out of his cage,” Judy whispered to him seductively. Gene let his mouth off her breasts, staring into her eyes with full desire.

“Yes, and he doesn’t want to be teased this time. Stand up.”

Judy followed his stern tone, which sent sparks of arousal between her legs. She could feel how wet she was. All she wanted now was for him to be inside of her.

She watched Gene stand up and slowly pull down his trunks. Walking behind her, he pushed his erection right into her bum. He rested his head on her shoulder, sticking his tongue into the side of her neck.

“See that vanity over there?”

Judy nodded.

“Walk over to it.”

Gene followed Judy towards the vanity. “Bend over.” Judy did just that, continually being aroused by the tone of his voice. She placed her hands down on the table, facing the mirror.

“Good,” Gene ran his hands up and down her back, then to the front of her stomach. She felt him nudging her legs open with his knee behind her.

“You ready?”

“Mhmm.”

Gene slowly ran his hand between her legs from behind, feeling how slick and ready she was for him. Judy watched in the mirror as he did; she caught his dark eyes, clouded with hunger. Grasping her hips, he slowly slid into her. He groaned with pleasure. She was so tight already.

Gene started to slide into her in a steady rhythm, not going too fast; he both knew how hot and bothered they both were already. He ran his hands towards her breasts, cupping them, massaging them, rubbing her peaks… it aroused them both, Judy watching him in the mirror pleasuring her and Gene being able to see her reactions. He watched as her lips parted, her breathing slowly becoming shallower by the minute.

Judy ran her one hand up behind Gene’s neck as he slid in and out of her. Squeezing it, she whispered, eyeing him in the mirror, “Fuck me, darling.”

Gene was almost relieved she said that; he didn’t know how long he’d be able to hold back. Growling, he wrapped his one arm around her stomach, leaning his chest to her back, and began pounding into her. The obscene sounds of him meeting her hips and the heavy breathing they were doing blocked out any sounds they previously heard from downstairs. They both melted into each other as the seconds passed, feeling pure pleasure and ecstasy. Gene leaned his head onto her shoulder, kissing her neck, watching her throw her head back in pleasure. He watched her struggling to continue, her lips parted and her slender fingers gripping his neck as he continually hit that delicious spot inside of her that made her knees weak. He looked down over her, getting the perfect view of her chest and curves. He wanted to get her there soon, since he didn’t know how much longer he could last. He could feel his balls already tightening.

“Judy, look.” She looked into the mirror, meeting his eyes. She watched him as his free hand ran over her chest and belly, heading towards her core. He gently began to circle his two fingers around her pearl, feeling how swollen she was. Judy moaned, the pleasure becoming overwhelming and almost painful. She almost orgasmed alone by watching him do it. She gripped onto his neck even more, practically panting from the sensations.

“Yes, darling,” he purred, encouraging her to continue her sexy moans and sensual movements. “Now you’re under my spell…”

Judy continually moaned as Gene pushed her closer and closer to climax. He pounded into her even harder. He felt her tighten, and he saw her eyebrows beginning to furrow. Judy then gripped the edge of the table tight, her knuckles turning white. He caressed her bud even faster, his blood pounding throughout his body. He was barely keeping it together. But he knew she was ready.

“Come for me, Judy,” he purred into her ear. Judy glanced at him until she leaned against him, eyes rolling back in pure pleasure, practically screaming. He felt her milking him rapidly. He pounded into her even faster, sliding in and out swiftly, her silky folds completely enveloping him. He began to groan, feeling his cock beginning to pulsate. Sighing, he reached climax, moaning into her ear, gripping onto her stomach tighter. He continued to pound into her until he was sated.

Turning her around, he met her lips, kissing her full of love, now that all his frustrations were gone. Judy kissed him back with the same energy, relishing in the warmth of his skin. Judy moved away from his lips and embraced him, resting her head on his shoulder, Gene doing the same.

“Darling,” Judy whispered. “That was amazing.”

“Yes, it was,” Gene whispered back, almost out of breath. “I was very… frustrated.”

“I had no doubt about that. Who was the horny one now?”

Gene chuckled, thinking back to the last night they were together alone. “I guess we’re even.”

“I guess so.”

They smiled tenderly at each other with the widest smiles. Gene embraced her even tighter. Even though they were both pretty drunk, he felt like he’d never be able to forget this, and Judy felt the same way. And no matter what they did, they’d never be able to stay away from each other. Their love was too strong… and unfortunately, or fortunately, they probably wouldn’t be able to end their affair permanently. The feelings were too strong, and they were mutual.

“Well,” Judy sighed, “We better get dressed. They’ll find us here stark naked and we won’t have any excuses.”

“I did lock the door,” Gene reminded her.

“Okay, well what if someone comes knocking? What if they didn’t find Peter yet?”

Suddenly they heard footsteps. They both glanced at each other in horror and frantically ran to gather their clothes. Dressing as quickly as possible, Gene went to unlock the door so there weren’t any suspicions. Judy grabbed her hair tie and clip, wrapping her hair back in a bun.

“I say we open the door and go out, acting like we just walked in here and searched. Got it?” Gene whispered to her quietly.

“Yessir,” Judy murmured, nodding.

Gene walked over to the closet. “Can’t find him in here, we’d better leave,” he yelled, pretending they were searching. Walking towards the door with Judy, he opened it, running into the girls.

“Hey, we found Peter,” June said, eyeing them confusingly. “Judy, why didn’t you come with us?”

“Gene’s afraid of the dark so he asked me to go with him,” Judy smirked. “I’m an Irish witch and I told him I’d protect him from any evil creatures lurking about this house.” Judy spoke the latter statement with a slur.

Gene quickly chimed in. “Yes, I’m awfully scared, but I’m fine now.” He glanced towards Judy, smiling.

“Uh, I think you guys might need to sober up a bit,” June looked at them like they were crazy. “Let’s go get you two some water.”

Judy and Gene followed the girls down the stairs. Gene glanced at Judy, trying not to laugh from their little banter. Judy giggled.

If only they knew.

#jugenea #judy garland #gene kelly #jg fans #loved writing this

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The Next Steps

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader

Warnings: Spoilers for season 3

Word Count: 1777

A/N: So, here is part 17 of Nightmares and Bruises. Sorry for the wait, it’s been a really busy first year at uni but I only have three more exams to go so I should be back permanently in two weeks. The taglist is open so drop me an ask or a comment! I won’t reply to comments because this is a side blog but know that I see and read them all. Also, I still don’t know if I managed to sort the issue with my taglist, so if you aren’t tagged and want to be message me and I’ll try to fix it.

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Y/N was woken up the following morning by Max. Her head was throbbing even more than the previous day as she sat up on the sofa she had been sleeping on. To make matters worse her arm was aching and her throat felt so tight she wasn’t sure if she’d be able to speak.

“Here, you should take these.” Max said holding out a pack of painkillers and a glass of water.

“Thanks.” Y/N’s voice sounded rough and she struggled to swallow the painkillers. She got to her feet, grabbed her bag off the floor and ruffled El’s hair before passing into the bathroom.

A quick look in the mirror told her she looked as bad as she felt, if not worse. Her cast was covered in dust, making the blue bandage look more grey; the bruise on her head had darkened overnight and the mark on her neck had turned from red to purple. The mark Billy’s hand had left. She pushed that thought away as soon as it appeared. It wasn’t Billy. She bit her lip to hold back the tears that threatened to fall as she reached into her bag. Luckily, she’d stopped off at her house and Max’s on the way to Mike’s the night before to get her, El and Max some spare clothes and toiletries. She changed and freshened up before walking back into the main room.

“What do we do now?” Max asked.

“We need to find Hopper.” Y/N sat on the sofa arm as the kids all looked at her. “But I couldn’t find him anywhere the other day when I was looking.”

“I can find him.” El spoke up

Everyone exchanged a glance before they all nodded. It was easier to get everything set up in Mike’s basement than it had been in the swimming bath changing rooms. The TV was easily turned to static and Mike already had a bandana. When everything was set in place, they all sat around the coffee table and let El do her thing.

After a few minutes, El broke the silence. “I found him.”

“Where is he?” Max asked as blood started running from El’s nose.

“Woods.”

“Woods?” Lucas echoed.

“He’s with… Will’s mom.”

“My-my mom?” The confusion very evident on Will’s face.

“What are they doing?” Y/N asked, wondering if this was why she hadn’t been able to find anyone when she was looking.

“Ill-annoy, they’re going to ill-annoy.” El sounded out.

A sudden knock on the door made them all jump. “Mike! Breakfast!”

“Not now mom!” Mike screamed back before turning back to El. “Illinois? Illinois, like the state? The state of Illinois?”

“Il-ill-annoy.” El shrugged.

“Awesome.” Y/N muttered as she laid back on the sofa and slung her good arm over her eyes. This week just kept getting better and better.

Max took El into the bathroom to clean up the blood from her nose as Mike got up and started pacing. “Something’s not right. I can’t get Hopper off my back all summer and now, all of a sudden, he’s hiking with Will’s mom to Illinois? And Dustin’s MIA too? I mean this can’t be a coincidence.”

“What does it matter?” Lucas interrupted. “Bottom line is, they’re not here. It’s up to us.”

Mike shot him a glare. “Up to us to do what exactly?”

“Find Billy and stop him.” Lucas glanced at Y/N as she sat up and ran her good hand over her face.

“Okay, yeah, that’s a really nice sentiment, but even if El could find him again, and that’s a pretty big if, then what?” Mike looked from Lucas to Y/N.

“We find a way to save him, like we did for Will.” Y/N said, shooting Will a glance. He’d been very quiet throughout all of this.

“Yeah, we burn the shit out of him and make sure he doesn’t escape this time.” Lucas said grabbing the box of cocoa puffs off the table and taking a couple.

“Okay, then what?” Mike challenged.

“Then we win.” Lucas stated.

“No, see, that’s the problem. We don’t. We don’t win.” Mike was getting more agitated. “We got the mind flayer out of Will before and he just came right back. We don’t just have to stop Billy; we have to stop the mind flayer.”

“How in the hell do we do that?” Lucas asked.

“I don’t know.” Mike sighed.

Will spoke up for the first time. “Maybe El does.”

The three boys all got up and looked at the bathroom door.

“What are they still doing in there?” Mike huffed.

“I don’t know, girls just like hanging out in bathrooms.” Lucas said through a mouthful of cocoa puffs.

“Why?” Mike asked.

“Because they don’t want you to over hear them.” Y/N told them as she grabbed a handful of cocoa puffs from Lucas.

“They’re conspiring against me.” Mike said with complete seriousness.

Y/N snorted and Will turned to Mike in disbelief. “That’s what you’re concerned about right now?”

“It’s not my main concern. It’s just a sub concern.” Mike defended himself.

“I thought it was already over.” Will shot back.

“It’s not over okay, we’re just taking a break.” Mike didn’t sound convinced.

“She said she dumped your ass. That doesn’t sound like a break.” Will whisper-screamed.

Y/N snorted again. “Sounds like it’s over.”

“Yeah! Listen to Y/N!” Max’s voice came through the door. “You guys do realise we can still hear everything you’re saying right?”

Max and El started laughing and Y/N had to join in.

“Conspiring.” Mike whispered to the boys. “I told you they’re conspiring.”

Someone loudly knocked on the door.

“Not now mom!” Mike screamed.

“Mike, open the door!” Nancy shouted back.

Mike ran up the stairs and flung the door open to reveal Nancy and Jonathan. They moved past him and descended the stairs as Mike shut and locked the door again.

Y/N got straight to her feet and threw her arms around them both. They both took one look at the state of her and quickly returned the gesture. They pulled back with a shocked look.

“What happened to you?” Nancy said, her eyes going wide as they bounced from her cast to her head to her throat.

“I was in a car accident caused by the mind flayer and now Billy’s possessed and then he tried to kill us because we locked him in a sauna and now we don’t know where he is and Hopper and Joyce are apparently walking to Illinois and I can’t find Steve anywhere.” Y/N knew she was rambling but she it was just the relief of finally seeing them both. “Where the hell have you both been? I’ve been looking for you for two days.”

Nancy and Jonathan just looked at her with wide eyes before looking to the five kids behind them.

“We’ve seen it too.” Nancy said before she launched into a full explanation about rats eating fertiliser and an old woman doing the same and being taken to hospital. “It was the same thing, the exact same thing that happened to Will last year. And look at this, look at the body temperature.” Nancy handed Y/N a medical sheet.

“Did you steal this?” Y/N asked as she took a look at the scarily low numbers on the sheet before handing it to the kids.

“He likes it cold.” Will said.

“Okay,” Mike started. “so, this crazy old woman who was eating fertiliser,”

“Mrs Driscoll.” Nancy interjected.

“Right, yeah, Mrs Driscoll, what time was this attack?”

“Last night.”

“Right, but what time last night?”

“Around 9.”

“You waited all night to call?” Jonathan suddenly butted in.

“I-I was waiting for the doctors to run some tests.” Nancy said. Y/N glanced between the pair, it looked like Mike and El weren’t the only ones having relationship issues.

“You weren’t there?” Will sounded personally offended.

Jonathan threw his hands up in surrender. “Well, I’m here now, aren’t I?”

“Hallelujah.” Nancy rolled her eyes.

Everyone else shared an awkward glance as Lucas muttered a soft “oooh”.

“Um, so, wha-what time was your… sauna test?” Nancy said ignoring the awkwardness and getting back to the real issue.

“Around 9.” The five kids and Y/N said at the same time.

“Well that proves it. That proves my theory.” Nancy seemed pleased with herself.

“She’s flayed, just like Billy.” Mike said.

“Flayed?” Jonathan raised an eyebrow.

“The mind flayer, he flays people. Takes over their mind. Once they do that, they basically become him.” Mike explained.

“If there are two flayed-” Lucas started.

“We have to assume there are more.” Will finished.

“The other people on the road.” Y/N suddenly realised.

Everyone turned to look at her as Nancy spoke up. “What?”

“After we crashed, Billy started yelling at something in the middle of the road, but there was nothing there. So, I walked up to him and as I got close, he said ‘to build what’. I took his hand to try and get him back in the car and we weren’t alone anymore.”

“What do you mean?” Jonathan asked.

“Everything flickered and got dark and there was another Billy standing across from us with all these people behind him.”

“Okay, but I still don’t get it.” Nancy said.

“The other Billy answered Billy’s question. He said ‘what you see’. He wants to build an army of flayed for something.” As Y/N finished the room got very quiet.

“Heather.” El broke the silence, her eyes going wide. “Billy was doing something to her. She was scared. She was screaming. Bad screams.”

“What’s a good scream?” Lucas seemed genuinely curious.

“Max said-”

“Doesn’t matter.” Max quickly interjected with an embarrassed look to Y/N. Who just looked as puzzled as Lucas.

“I’m sorry, I’m lost, who is Heather?” Nancy asked.

“Heather Holloway.” Y/N answered. “She works with Billy at the pool.”

Nancy and Jonathan’s eyes got wide as they spoke together. “Tom.”

Part 18

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avarkriss · 4 years

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House of Wolves

A Javier Peña x Female Reader Fanfic

Rated E for Explicit

Word Count: 3.2k

Inspo: House of Wolves by My Chemical Romance

Summary: Javier has a terrible day at work, and really needs you to work it out of him.

Warnings: cursing, mentions of guns, violence, and death; smut, thigh riding, handcuffs, oral (F/M receiving), Javi is a switch, some light D/S, more smut, Javi stealing underpants, this fic will really piss off Bible thumpers, soft/vulnerable Javi is also probably a warning, a lil bit of cumplay if you squint, feelings, some small Narcos spoilers if you’re late to the game like me, unprotected sex (don’t be a fool, wrap your tool), mouth fingering, i mean honestly if it’s sex it’s in here this is just porn

Author’s Note: This is my second fic being shared publicly - feel free to like, comment, and reblog! I’m open to friendly criticism as well as friendly conversation. Enjoy, let me know what you want to see more of!

The key jiggling in your door handle woke you with a start from your shallow slumber. You ran a hand over your forehead to brush away your sweaty hair before slipping it behind your bed to grab your pistol. The lock jiggled again and you took off your safety, stalking towards the sound. For the first time since being assigned to Colombia, you were thankful for the humidity swelling the wood of your door. You took a deep breath in to steady your hands and waited for the door to open. The handle jiggled a third time and finally released, allowing Javier to stumble into your apartment. When he looked up, he was staring down the barrel of your loaded gun. “Woah it’s just me doll, put that thing away,” Javier spoke out quickly, reaching behind him to close your door and tossing his keys onto the nearby coffee table, the key to your door slightly bent from the struggle. “God damn it Javi, I could have shot you,” you hissed, clicking the safety back on and setting the pistol on your counter. “Yeah? Well, after today, maybe it’s what I deserve,” he grunted, kicking the edge of a stool. “Javi, what happened?” He sat on the stool he had just kicked with a huff. “There’s a lot of shit going on outside doll. And there’s not a damn thing any of us can do about it. Narcos, cops, kids, everyone. My informants lie, people around me get killed-” Well, I know a thing about contrition Because I got enough to spare And I’ll be granting your permission ‘Cause you haven’t got a prayer “Javi. You can’t control everything,” you spoke to him gently, resting your hand on his. “We are living in hell and we do what we do to make sure the biggest asshole loses. And for once, the biggest asshole isn’t you.” Javier bit his bottom lip and shook his head, rolling back a deep chuckle. You came closer to stand between his legs, and you squeezed the inside of his thighs. “Come on,” you whispered in his ear, “let’s go have some fun.” Well I said hey, hey hallelujah I’m gonna come on sing the praise And let the spirit come on through you We got innocence for days! When you looked into Javier’s eyes you could see they had darkened, blown out with lust. You didn’t care that it was barely three in the morning, or that you had a pile of paperwork to take care of. Javier Peña was currently putty in your hands, and you always were one to seize opportunity by the balls. Well, I think I’m gonna burn in hell Everybody burn the house right down Javier kicked off his shoes and put his hand in yours, letting you pull him behind you as you briskly walked towards your bedroom. The curtains billowed with the gift of a breeze on this hot Colombian night. When you crossed the threshold you turned around and wrapped your arms behind Javier’s neck, standing up on your tiptoes to plant a soft kiss onto his mouth. Javier eagerly began to kiss you back, flexing a hand on your back while the other grabbed at your ass. He moaned as he deepened the kiss, attempting to part your lips with his tongue. You pulled your head back slightly and whispered, “No, Javi. I think tonight… tonight I call the shots.” You looked up at him and he licked his lips as he nodded, pulling you back to him. You kissed him hard, parting his lips with your tongue, tasting all the parts of his mouth. As he moaned into you, you reached down and undid the button and fly on his pants before grabbing the hem of his shirt and pulling it over his head. Clothes carelessly being tossed to the side, your thin camisole and shorts followed. When Javier went to grab your ass again he purred “Really? These tiny little panties?” “It’s hot, Javi,” you retorted as you pulled his pants and underwear off. His cock sprang out of his pants, hard and needy. You walked towards him until he backed into the edge of your bed and he sat with a quiet thump. “Now Javi,” you trilled to him, loving how quickly he looked up at you, “you can watch, but you can’t touch.” He sucked in a breath and groaned, but nodded in agreement. “Good,” you smirked as you sunk to your knees in front of him, taking his hard cock in your hand and stroking it gently, just enough to tease. And say, ha What I wanna say Tell me I’m an angel Take this to my grave Tell me I’m a bad man Kick me like a stray Tell me I’m an angel Take this to my grave You licked your lips and looked up at Javier with a smile, enjoying the lust in his eyes and the beads of sweat just beginning to form across his forehead. You kept teasing the head of his cock, red with need, before dipping your head down to gently swirl the tip in your mouth. His hands clenched on the bedding as he moaned out your name. “Please doll,” he breathed out, and you were all too happy to oblige. So many nights he had you begging, always putting up his hard facade. When he came to you today, you got a glimpse of something softer that he hid from the world. S-I-N, I S-I-N S-I-N, I S-I-N S-I-N, I S-I-N S-I-N, I S-I-N You hollowed out your cheeks and began to suck down his length, bobbing your head up and down. With every stroke of your mouth you heard him pant and saw his hands twitch from the corner of your eye. Taking a deep breath in, you slid your mouth all the way down his cock until he was prodding the back of your throat and your nose was buried in his dark curls. He released the most delicious moan and reached out only to grab his own face and fall backwards. The change in his body posture had you gag a little bit, but you shifted to continue deep-throating him if only to continue to hear his husky moans. When you decided you needed a breather, you pulled off his cock and took him in your hand, slowly stroking him. He looked like he was in heaven laying across your bed, one hand over his face, the other fisted in your sheets. “Slide up,” you nudged him, and he quickly scrambled back to lay on the bed completely. You had a devilish grin on your face as you moved to straddle his thigh and continued to stroke his cock, teasing the tip with your thumb. “My God doll, you’re gonna kill me like this,” Javier groaned beneath you. “Thought that’s what you wanted mi amor,” you replied, beginning to grind your soaked pussy on his thigh. “If death is what I deserve, than this is the way I want to go,” he breathed out. You play ring around the ambulance Well like you never gave a care So get the choir boys around you It’s a compliment, I swear And I said, ashes to ashes, we all fall down I wanna hear you sing the praise I said, ashes to ashes, we all fall down We got innocence for days! You shushed him. “Relax Javi, just relax. Enjoy this, because-” you punctuated your words with a roll of your hips, pulling a moan from you before you continued speaking- “I sure am.” Well, I think I’m gonna burn in hell Everybody burn the house right down You continued to drag your pussy across the hard muscle of Javier’s thigh, savoring the friction of your soaked panties against your clit. The faster you rode his thigh, the faster you stroked his cock, and the louder the two of you became. “You’re breaking my fucking heart baby please, let me touch you,” he begged below you, a new sound that edged you even closer to your release. “Not yet Javi,” you purred. You could get used to his begging. With a few more rolls of your hips you were coming apart, smearing your wetness across his thigh. You stroked his cock hard and fast as you chased your release, coming hard with his name on your lips. “Shit, doll- I, I’m so close, please wanna be in- in you- gonna- you gotta stop I’m gonna,” he pleaded with you and you dropped down in front of him, taking him into your mouth. With two strokes of your mouth he groaned, spilling thick ropes of his hot cum down your throat. You happily swallowed. When you pulled off his cock with a gentle pop, you wiped your thumb under your lip to gather the last remnants of his pleasure before licking the pad of your thumb clean. You looked up at from under your lashes, flashing him your sweetest smile. “Jesus,” he breathed out, panting as he looked at your nearly naked body. You grinned wide at him, ready to let him touch you all he wanted. “Weren’t you saying something about wanting to touch-” And say, ha What I wanna say Tell me I’m an angel Take this to my grave Tell me I’m a bad man Kick me like a stray Tell me I’m an angel Take this to my grave You couldn’t even finish your sentence before Javier was above you, caging you in with him arms. About to make a joke about how he never moves that quickly, he cut you off with a firm kiss, pressing his lips to yours and slipping his tongue into your mouth to taste where he had just painted. You moaned under him and went to grab his cock, already starting to harden again, when he stopped you. “Ah ah doll, you can watch, but you can’t touch.” You looked at him in shock, and he responded with the biggest shit eating grin you had ever seen. “And if you don’t listen, I’ll cuff you to this bed.” “You wouldn’t dare use your DEA handcuffs on a CIA agent.” He quirked an eyebrow at you and whispered darkly into your ear, “You have no idea what I would dare to do baby.” And just to piss him off, you grabbed his hair and pulled - “why don’t you show me then.” He growled before kissing you hard, holding the back of your neck and palming your breast. Your hands traced lines down his muscular back and he pulled away with a sigh. Getting off the bed, he walked to your dresser and started twirling your handcuffs around his finger. “Since my DEA handcuffs aren’t good enough for you, it looks like I’m just going to have to use yours.” “You wouldn’t.” “I would.” Apparently, Javier was full of surprises tonight. He took your wrist and cuffed it before dragging the chain behind the bed frame and cuffing your other wrist. He looked at you and smiled, skin crinkling at the corners of his eyes. “Comfortable?” You better run like the devil ‘Cause they’re never gonna leave you alone! You better hide up in the alley 'Cause they’re never gonna find you a home! And as the blood runs down the walls You see me creepin’ up these halls I’ve been a bad motherfucker Tell your sister I’m another Go! Go! Go! “Remember when I said you’re not the biggest asshole? I think I lied to you.” “Don’t you worry doll,” he whispered across your skin, “I’ll make it up to you.” You huffed in response and he smirked up at you, slowly rolling your nipple between his fingers. He lazily kissed your other breast and then switched again, enjoying your labored breathing. He was taking his time down your body, loving the way you shivered and trilled beneath him. When he finally got to your center, he looked up at you from between your legs and winked before pulling your soaked panties down and tossing them towards his coat. He licked his lips and dropped his head to your cunt, licking up your slit and settling in to suck on your clit. “Javi, h-holy shi-i-t, Jav-i,” you moaned, back arching off the bed. You could feel him smile against you as he pulled moan after moan from your body. When you bucked under him again, Javier held down your hips with his arm and began to tease your entrance with the rough pads of his fingers. “Javi, please, please touch me.” It was your turn to beg and he growled into you before thrusting two of his fingers inside your aching pussy. You could feel him drag his fingers against your walls, continuing to lap at your clit like it was manna from heaven. “You’re so sweet doll,” he murmured. He continue thrusting his hand inside of you, searching out that soft spot he knew would push you over the edge. The handcuffs clanked on the bars of your bed frame as your body thrashed under his careful ministrations. When he curled his fingers inside of you like he was beckoning your orgasm forward, you saw stars. Javier knew your body well, and he kept fucking his fingers into you until you were screaming his name and when you finally came undone beneath him, you felt him smiling again. He drank down your orgasm, enjoying the sweetness. Satisfied that you had finished coming, he hopped off your bed again sauntered to your dresser, finding the keys to the handcuffs. As he walked back he was sucking his fingers, savoring the taste of you. He spun the key in his fingers before releasing your wrists, kissing you softly. “You okay doll?” he whispered, running his nose along your jawline. “More than okay,” you sighed. You pulled another smile out of him, far many more than normal, and he sweetly kissed your wrists. He continued to pepper your upper your upper body in kisses, and you bathed in the unexpected tenderness. When he reached your collar bone he bit down and sucked yet another mark into your flesh. You moaned into him and reached down to stroke his now very hard cock. “Think you have another in you Javi?” He chuckled against you and tweaked one of your nipples. “I know I do.” He pushed you back onto the bed and began kissing and sucking your breasts while giving himself a few hard strokes. You wrapped your legs around his waist and gently hissed as he pushed in. No matter how many times you found yourself under him, his size always caught you by surprise. Fully seated inside your cunt, he felt your walls flex around him and he moaned against your skin. He gently pulled halfway out, and then snapped his hips, slamming into you and drawing out a deep moan of pleasure. “F-fuck Javi you’re s-so big, p-p-please-” And I said, say What I wanna say Tell me I’m an angel Take this to my grave Tell me I’m a bad man Kick me like a stray Tell me I’m an angel Take this to my grave “Please d-don’t stop.” He continued to push into you, grunting against your shoulder before biting your soft skin. You could feel the ridges of his cock against you, in absolute bliss as began to suck and bite your neck. Every thrust of his hips was marked with a kiss or bite somewhere else on your chest; you were beginning to look like he was painting the night sky across your body. “You’re so bad Javi, I’m running out of excuses for these hickies,” you whispered into his hair, before giving it a gentle pull. Tell me I’m a bad, bad, bad, bad man Tell me I’m a bad, bad, bad, bad man Tell me I’m a bad, bad, bad, bad man Tell me I’m a bad, bad, bad, bad man “That’s the point baby.” He slipped a hand under your neck and snuck the other around your waist when your back arched for him again. With a swift move you were now straddling him, and you bent to kiss his sweaty forehead. He cupped your face in his hands - “My God are you beautif-” You didn’t let him finish as you rolled your hips, forcing a moan out of his mouth. You smirked at him and he grabbed hold of your waist, helping you to set a heavy pace that had you both panting and groaning each other’s names. You could feel him dragging in and out of you, rubbing against that sweet inner place he knows so well. Every flutter of your tight pussy brought him closer to the edge of his release. You began to become undone first, clenching tightly around his cock. Knowing you were close, Javier thrust his hips deeply under you, reaching that sweet spot with every push and rutting into you at a punishing speed. You clung to him as you moaned through your orgasm, tightening around him and bringing him to his own. He growled as his hips started moving erratically, fucking into you as he filled your pussy with his cum. As he stilled, you carded your hands through his hair, a sweaty mess of brown curls. You pushed your forehead to his and gently kissed him, earning a contented hum. As he began to soften, you rolled off of him and nestled into his side. He kissed the top of your head, and you had to peel yourself away from him to go clean up in the bathroom. When you emerged, Javier tossed you a clean pair of your underwear that you slowly slipped on, watching him put your soiled pair into his jacket pocket. 'Odd,’ you thought. Javier does a lot of things, but sleepovers certainly isn’t one of them. “For later,” he smirked. “Fuck you, Javi.” “Mission accomplished,” he retorted, flopping back down into your bed. “I thought you don’t do sleepovers.” He looked at you and reached his hands out, wiggling his fingers for you to go to him. You did, and you curled back against his chest. “I haven’t been to a brothel since you.” His voice was so quiet against your skin you thought you that you may have been imagining things. Your voice caught in your throat – surprised at the sudden emission that was, in his own way, Javier saying how much he cared about you. You looked up at him and found him smiling, a gentle kind of smile that reached into his eyes. One you weren’t accustomed to. You couldn’t help the smile that graced your own features and you laid your hand on his cheek, giving him a gentle kiss. You hoped the action would convey all the words the two of you just don’t share. As you curled back into him, you closed your eyes and let out a gentle sigh. He stroked your bare back up and down a few times and you relaxed listening to his heartbeat. Just as you were about to fall asleep, your 0500 alarm started blaring. As you groaned, Javier’s heavy laughter filled the room. So get up! So get out! S-I-N, I S-I-N! “You better be planning to buy me a fucking coffee, Javier Peña.“

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shysneeze · 4 years

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Time and a Place (Steve Rogers x fem!reader)

TIME AND A PLACE

Summary: Captain takes the rules far too seriously and reader has to take over.

Author's note: A few things:

I am back after a very long break and I am sorry about that

Also I recently (due to lockdown) have started to binge the Marvel films. I'm not finished yet so will not be taking requests for characters yet but I am very attracted to captain America and after watching the car chase scene in Big Hero Six, this came out.

Also I changed to third person narrative we'll see how it goes

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It had only meant to be (Y/N) and Steve on the drive. It had taken a lot for Steve to even ask her, stood awkwardly in the kitchen of the tower, trying desperately to keep his cool as she smiled up at him. When she'd said yes he'd let out a sigh of relief until Tony had appeared, grinning into his coffee mug.

"If you're taking a drive, mind driving me down town? There is a lovely little bakery I've been dying to try." Tony had asked, sounding too dramatic to be sincere.

Both her and Steve had clenched your jaws but ultimately agreed, both too awkward to admit to him that it was supposed to be a date. Not that this wasn't information the billionaire knew, the whole team could see how the two interacted and were waiting for one of them to do something about it.

"Is that the little one with the cakes?" Clint had joined them, same stupid grin.

"I'd say the bakery definitely has cakes, Clint." (Y/N) had gritted out. "Maybe you could take Tony?"

"Oh no." He'd raised his hands into the air and stepped back, smirking. "I've got training but be sure to bring me something back."

That's how it had ended up this way, Steve and (Y/N) sat in the front, windows down, taking in the sun and letting the breeze brush through their hair with the soft static sound of the radio in the background... and Tony Stark sat in the back with a shit eating grin.

They were making it work though, ignoring Tony's comments from behind them, pretending he wasn't there. (Y/N)'s shoes have been slid off and her feet propped up on the dash board as Steve smiles sheepishly at her from the driving seat as she hums softly to the music on the radio. Somehow, even with Tony sprawled smugly across the back seat,it's calm.

Then suddenly, (Y/N)'s sitting up, slipping her shoes back on and leaning up to see in the rear veiw mirror, prompting Steve to do the same.

"I think the black jeep is following us." She explains. "Take the next left to see if they follow."

Steve does as he's told, taking them down an obscure narrow street one wouldn't normally find themselves in. The black jeep follows and now Tony sits up staring out the back window with narrowed eyes.

"That's not good." He admits now.

"Right this time, Steve." (Y/N) instructs.

Once again, down another quiet street with the black jeep on their tail, except this time, it speeds up and Tony curses under his breath.

"We take one goddamn drive-" He mutters. "Step on it, Cap."

Steve is already on it, pressing down on the gas, the car lurching forward slightly to adjust to the new speed. Behind them, their followers speed up dramatically, getting too close for comfort and it begins to grow out of hand.

"Faster, Steve." (Y/N) hints through gritted teeth, trying to hold onto the calm she'd felt moments ago, when the sun had been hitting her face and the wind in her hair.

He pushes harder on the gas when suddenly there is a loud thump as they jeep smacks into the back of them, causing everyone to swing forward harshly while the jeep reduces it's speed.

"Steve, move!" She exclaims, wide eyed and concerned.

"You heard the lady, Cap!" Tony says, same concern in his voice.

Steve doesn't reply, he's concentrating too hard to speak to them right now.

"Sharp left!" (Y/N) demands.

He swerves quickly, gathering speed again, the palpable sense of panic in the car getting to him now. His grip on the wheel tightens and his eyes narrow at jeep in the rear view mirror again, trying to figure out if he can tell who they are.

"Right!- Did you just fucking indicate?" (Y/N) snaps, turning to the man with a look of utter disbelief.

"It's the law!" He retorts.

"We're in a high speed car chase, Steve!"

"I worked hard for this license!" He argues. "I'm not losing it!"

"I think they'd understand the extenuating circumstances."

He takes another sharp left but the jeep is still close behind them, far too close for (Y/N)'s liking.

"She's right there, Cap-"

"Shut up- you weren't even supposed to be here, Tony." She snaps and he sinks back in his seat sheepishly.

Then she's sighing a loud exasperated sigh and unclicking her seat belt, Steve's head spinning round to frown at her.

"What are you doing- put your seat belt on." He orders.

"I'm taking over." She says.

"You don't have a license!"

"Exactly- so I can't lose one." She strains.

Before Steve can react, she's swiftly climbing over the center console and landing on Steve's lap, slamming her own feet on the pedals, kicking his off forcefully- he's slightly too incapacitated by her being this close, her hair in his face, the scent of her shampoo drowning out his panic for a second, instead making him nervous for another reason.

He's not sure where he's supposed to put his hands, no where is appropriate to him, but when she swerves aggressively to the right he finds instinct taking over, hands grabbing her waist protectively.

"Wow hands off, Capsicle before I have to send you to human resources." Tony wolf whistles. "Time and a place man."

"Do you hear yourself, Tony?" He hisses. "Time and a place indeed."

"Keep your hands right where they are, Captain." She instructs. "I'd love not to fly out the window anytime soon."

He nods to himself, grip tightening. Her breath hitches a little at the movement and he for a second thinks he's squeezed her too tight, loosening his grip slightly, apologising from behind her. She can't possibly tell him it's the combination of being so close, hands or her waist, his warm breath fanning down her neck that Is causing her heart rate to quicken.

"You okay?" He ask softly in her ear.

"Fine." She nods with a gulp. "Just reminding myself that there is a time and a place."

It takes a minute to click on to what she's implying and he almost laughs at the state of the whole thing, how their date could have gone so down hill, first with Tony, now the ominous black jeep that clearly has it in for them, yet still bring them closer together than before.

"I know I've been joking but they're getting close again and I'd very much like to get home to be able to tell everyone about your inappropriate behaviour-"

"Shut up!" Steve and (Y/N) shout simultaneously.

"Okay, okay but please lose them!"

(Y/N) grunts before slamming her foot on the accelerator and speeding around another corner, then another and another until they've seen places they didn't even know existed. It takes them a while, even after they can no longer see the jeep behind them, to pull up on the side of an empty street, convinced of their safety.

"Hallelujah!" Tony exclaims, leaning into the front . "We did it."

"You're amazing." Steve exhales softly in her ear, finally letting out a breath he'd been keeping in and completely ignoring the man to their left

She shifts slightly in his lap so she can see him better, her eyes staring into Steve's blue ones.

"Sorry for shouting at you." She breathes.

"I deserved it." He says quietly hand drifting to her hips slightly, eyes slipping from her's to her lips.

"I'm still here guys."

They aren't listening, too focused on each other to care suddenly. It might be the adrenalin or possibly the relief but her hands are on his neck now, eyes fluttering shut and their lips connected in a kiss that's slow yet passionate, meaningful.

"Jesus." Tony grumbles, sinking back into the back seat. "You're so getting sent to human resources when we get back."

The couple pull apart, but not for Tony. They pull apart with ridiculous grins, a giggle escaping the woman's lips, a giggle that turns into a breathless laugh and she shakes her head in disbelief.

"I just got us out of a car chase and kissed Captain America- what a date."

"That and Iron Man is in the back seat." Steve chuckles.

"Still worked out." She shrugs. "Didn't realise I liked such a goody two-shoes though."

"Didn't realised I liked such a rebel."

"I didn't realise getting you two together would make me want to throw up so much."

"Shut up, Tony."

#steve rogers x reader #captain America x reader #steve rogers imagines #captain America imagines #avengers #Avengers imagines #tony stark #steve rogers #reader insert #steve x reader #steve imagines #marvel imagines #marvel #mcu #captain america #chris evans

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reddielibrary · 4 years

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The Dream During Halloween

Written by @heknewwellenough

Gift for @reddieforlove

Pairing: Richie Tozier x Eddie Kaspbrak

Word count: 3852

Rating: Teen

A/N: HAPPY HALLOWEEN BRI!!! i hope you enjoy this, and that it’s what you had in mind!!! mwah mwah

Richie doesn’t really believe in God, well, at least not to a certain extent. Okay, scratch that. He believes in something, he’s just not sure if it’s a God or a superior entity or some stupid shit like that.

What he does believe though, at this exact moment, is that angels are real, and he just witnessed the king of the angels. Maybe that means the god of the angels or whatever, but he doesn’t exactly care about the correct terminology because he’s pretty sure this boy is a real life angel.

REO Speedwagon’s I Can’t Fight This Feeling is thrumming lowly through the speakers by the fireplace, and Richie really needs to find Bill to congratulate him on his music taste. I'm keeping you in sight is right, Richie muses indistinctly.

“Rich.” He hears from his left, moving limply as he’s shouldered softly.

“Yeah?” He mutters, keeping his eyes tracked on the boy across the room. He’s sitting by himself on the couch, painted light blue hands gripping a red solo cup weakly, lifting every once in awhile to drink.

Bev shoves him a little harder, and Richie finally tears his eyes away from the angel on the couch. “Come on man, you’re being creepy. Stop staring at that poor kid. And you haven’t even seen his full face; his mask is covering part of it.”

“Yeah, no shit Bev. You’d be surprised with what I can make do with having only half a face,” he says, his brows doing a little dance as he grins down at her. “Also,” he continues, reaching towards her headband, “can you start warning me when you want to talk to me? I’m not used to— this—“ he gestures to the dark hair curling right above her shoulders, making a grab at it, but Bev shoots his hand away from where it’s getting dangerously close to her headband. “I always think you’re someone creeping on me.”

Beverly grabs a black curl resting right above her shoulder, almost absentmindedly, and tugs on it loosely. She’s dressed as Snow White, and had dyed her hair with Richie’s own help two days ago. He’s still not used to it though, and it struck him this morning while doing his own hair how much they look like siblings now.

“I can barely understand you,” she lifts her own solo cup to her mouth, taking a sip of what is presumably something non-alcoholic. “Take that stupid mask off and face me like a woman. Or go talk to the guy on the couch.”

Richie wriggles uncomfortably. God does he want to go talk to the boy with probably the best Halloween costume here. Better than Princess Diana and Prince Charles he’s here with, for sure. But he’s nervous. He only came to terms with this whole I-want-to-kiss-boys-like-a-lot-thing only recently, and even then he hasn’t even come to terms with it super well. The only reason Bev knows is because she’s Bev. His ride or die, his best friend, his platonic life partner, yadda yadda yadda. Same deal with Stan. He knows stuff about them that he’ll take to the grave, and vice versa.

“I like the mask. It’s gives an air of… sexy mystery.” Richie slouches against the wall, turning away from Bev. His eyes make their way to the boy across the room, trying to pretend he’s not staring. He knows he’s not doing an entirely good job, but he thinks he has the right to stare when someone’s costume looks like that on them.

“Not really— definitely not sexy. It’s kind of creepy. I can’t really tell where you’re looking at.” Stan remarks, saddling up next to them. He leans against the wall too, bumping his shoulder against Richie’s. His fancy blue prince pants look funny next to Richie’s black and white pinstripe pants.

“He’s looking over there— at zombie boy.“ Bev nods towards the couch across the room. “Where were you?” She adds, leaning to look over Richie towards Stan.

Richie turns to Beverly, staring down at her sable head, astonished. “Do not just tell me you called him a zombie—”

“Getting water,” Stan says, lifting up the water bottle in his hands to show her, promptly cutting Richie off. Probably to save himself of a stupid argument. “Why don’t you go talk to him, Rich?” He suggests, loud enough to be heard over the music but not enough for the people around them to hear. He reaches over to Richie’s face and lifts his mask to sit on top of his head.

Richie shakes his head vigorously, his mask flopping over and onto his face again. “Fuck no, Fresh Prince of Derry. I’ll just stare at Himeros for now.”

Beverly snickers, but Stan looks at him, probably judging him. Richie sees his brows draw in the middle, and it sounds like he’s smiling when he says, “wouldn’t he be Anteros—?”

The sound of a shriek makes its way to Richie’s ears, and he gets the inkling that it’s probably a little more important than some girl getting teased or tickled or whatever the fuck off in the corner. He’s right, because when he looks over, Anteros is laughing at something Bill Denbrough is saying to him. “Oh my God. Did you guys hear that?”

“No? What?” Stan says, looking around, intrigued. “What is it, Richie?”

“I think I just heard an angel sing.” Richie sighs dreamily, slumping against the wall even further.

“Actually, I think you mean a god sing—“

“Oh, just go talk to the guy!” Bev gestures to the boy on the couch with her drink, some of it sloshing out of the cup and onto the floor, splashing Richie’s chucks lightly.

“And it’s not sing, dingus. It’s laugh. Maybe he shouldn’t go talk to him,” Stan continues, “he’ll embarrass himself.”

“I don’t have to listen to this abuse,” pushing himself off the wall, Richie turns to the royalty behind him. “I’m going to get another drink! Is there anything your highnesses would enjoy from the area of feeding?” He pretends to bow, and snickers when he hears Stan mutter no, thank you, asshat.

Bev does what Richie could only describe as a soft karate chop on each shoulder— the name escapes him— and she giggles also. “I’d like an orange juice.”

“Even though I just suffered some verbal abuse from you not even five minutes ago—“ he calls, walking away, “I will get you your juice of orange. With bubbly water, you freak!” He calls, finishing her sentence before she even begins to start talking.

“Fucking— bubbly water. Fucking disgusting,” he mutters, walking up to the makeshift bar in the kitchen.

“Hey, man.” He nods to Mike Hanlon in the kitchen, smiling. He always liked Mike. And Bill, too, when he had been on the lacrosse team last year. The rest of the team fucking sucked— and so did the sport in general, if he’s being honest. He can’t count how many hallelujahs he said the last day of practice.

Mike tilts his head, squinting at him. He raises his hand in a slow, confused wave.

“Oh,” Richie laughs, pulling his mask up and over his head. “Sorry, man.”

“Oh!” Mike chuckles, walking up next to him. He bades goodbye to the girl next to him, sliding up next to Richie and leaning against the counter. “I thought it was you, Rich. You know— cause of the hair—“ he gestures to the mess of curls on Richie’s head, “— but it looked shorter so I wasn’t sure. Also, your neck is super white.”

“You mean whiter than usual?” Richie cracks, mixing Bev’s monstrosity of a drink.

Mike gasps out a surprised laugh.“Yeah. Okay, whiter than usual.”

Not quite what he was expecting, a similar laugh makes its way out of his throat. “I got a sexy haircut, dude, that’s why you didn’t recognize me in my sexy costume.” He says, still chuckling. He punctuates his sentence with a pop of his hip, grinning over at Mike briefly before turning back to the mouth-sore in front of him.

“Speaking of, I like your costume. That movie’s pretty cool.”

“I know, but do you know how many oh, are you Beetlejuice’s? I’ve gotten tonight? You think the mask would be a dead giveaway. Or that Bill wouldn’t have invited such dumb fucking people to his party.” Richie rolls his eyes, smiling at Mike’s nice rumble of a laugh. “I mean— I knew half the lacrosse team had zero brain cells, but you'd think at least some of the art kids would be smart. This movie only came out a year ago.” He scoffs. He grabs a half-filled Coke bottle in front of him and the Fanta next to it, pouring them into a solo cup, stirring them together with a straw. He lifts the cup to his mouth and takes a sip, turning fully to look at Mike, from feet to the top of his head. “What’re you supposed to be, anyway? Wait— no! Let me guess, let me guess.”

Mike shrugs, gesturing at him with his own solo cup as if to say alright man, go ahead.

Mike has got on a yellow blazer, a red scarf around his neck, and a toque. Richie has literally no idea what he is.

“No-fence man, but what the fuck are you? I’m trying to come up with something funny but I’m coming up short.”

Mike laughs, like he’d been expecting that, and says, “I’m one of the boys from the Rice Krispies box. You know? It’s a group costume, with Bill and Ben.”

Richie nods. He knows Ben; he’s in his Humanities class and was in his SAT prep class last year, and he thinks Friends is funny, but never mind that little drawback, because he’s also probably the nicest fucking person Richie has ever met. He’s been meaning to ask him to hang out or something, but it’s not quite something he’s gotten around to yet, for whatever reason. In short, he’s just cool, and he makes Richie feel good. Same deal with Bill, and Mike. He smiles. “I was wondering what the fuck Bill was. I thought he was the little Nutcracker boy.”

Mike bursts out laughing, slapping Richie on the arm. “I can’t wait to tell him that,” he mutters, small hiccups escaping his lips as he continues to chuckle, “he’ll love that—“

“Hi, Mike. Can I get by?” A soft voice says behind Richie. Both him and Mike turn around concurrently, and Richie chokes on the drink he unluckily lifted to his lips only a moment before, because there he is. The Himeros. Or Anteros. Whatever it is, or was, Richie can’t focus, or remember. He feels as if his brain has melted straight out of his ears and onto the floor, or into his drink, or something. He has no idea. None of it really matters right now, anyway.

Mike says something that Richie tunes out accidentally, and he slides easily out of the way. They start talking, but Richie has no idea what they’re saying. The thoughts in his own head drown out their talk, and the loud talking all around him, and the sound of the opening chords of Witchy Woman starting up, all to a dull murmur as he stares at the back of the boy’s head. He feels like he should be listening to what him and Mike are talking about— to maybe pick up on a few things or something— but he’s too far gone now, his thoughts wrapping around his mind like a telephone cord around a finger.

Richie cannot understand for the life of him why he has never seen this boy around. He’s a fucking senior this year, for Chrissake, and their school isn’t even that big like one of those schools up in Portland or Bangor. About six or seven hundo kids, give or take. And it’s not like he’s an observant person. He typically likes to think of himself as pretty observant, actually, and there’s not a chance in hell this kid would not catch his attention. He hasn’t even had the honor of having this kid’s face grace his shitty vision, but he already knows it’s going to be an appealing face.

“—Richie?”

“Huh?” Richie’s head snaps up from where he was staring at Himeros’ feet toward whoever said his name.

It was Mike, and he’s smiling crookedly, like he’s waiting for Richie to answer. “See you later, Rich?” He says, and Richie figures he’s repeating it by the way he’s smiling and the tone of his voice.

“Oh. Yeah, see ya later, Snap.” He nods, a grin splitting his face as Mike returns it, turning to leave.

And then it’s just him and the angel, he realises a few seconds after Mike’s trodden off to go talk to Ben in the corner of the kitchen. It’s quiet, and it’s funny because everyone around them is talking, and Richie has always hated quiet. He opens his mouth to say something, pretty much anything that comes to his head first, but the boy beats him to it. And it’s perfect for two reasons.

“Hey, Bone Daddy,” the boy says to him softly— like, to him, directly— and he kind of smiles, laughing to himself.

It’s perfect because Richie had absolutely no idea what he was going to say, so pretty much anything could have run out of his mouth, which doesn’t always fly so well depending on who he’s talking to. That greeting knocks the wind out of him though, promptly knocking whatever embarrassing thing Richie could have said out of his mind, too, which he’s entirely grateful for.

It’s also perfect because by the minute he’s being proven right about this boy being an angel.

“Get it? It’s from the movie.” Himeros continues, almost uncertainly. Richie wishes he could see his face— the mask is partially in the way, and he’s ducked over his own drink that he’s making.

“Yeah, I get it,” he says in a rush, voice cracking. He takes a deep breath, continuing, “I’ve seen it like a billion times, so.” He trails off. “It’s my favorite,” he adds after a moment. The word fuck bounces around his head, feeling like he’s embarrassing himself or being especially awkward.

“Mine too.” The boy responds, turning to smile at Richie briefly. “When I chose my costume, I thought it was weird not having a Jack to go with, but Bill told me it looked fine.”

“It does!” Richie blurts, and okay, yeah, he doesn’t exactly have a filter, but there are times when he thinks maybe he should work on that. Like right now. “I mean— it does. Look fine. I mean— I went as Jack without a Sally, and it’s not weird, right? So a Sally without Jack is not weird.” He’s rambling, and the boy is giggling, and most of the anxiety drains from his body because this— laughter, making people laugh— this is easy. Laughing makes him easy. The tension drains from his shoulders, from his brows, the anxiety flooding his body evaporates as he continues, a smile spreading across his face as he says, “your costume is definitely the sexiest one here. Excluding the cheeseburger playing beer pong, of course.”

Richie watches as a flush coats the boy’s blue cheeks, and it’s probably the most endearing thing he’s ever seen. “Of course. Naturally.” He agrees, nodding along with Richie. He’s finished making his drink, and he turns to lean against the counter to face Richie. “And we— well we found each other, so now there’s no lonely Jack and Sally.” The boy says, and he smiles again. He sounds kind of nervous, and it further confirms Richie’s idea that yeah, this boy is his dream boy.

Richie grins down at him, and the brief thought of how short this boy is crosses his mind. He finally takes in the boy’s full appearance now that he’s standing right in front of him, face and all. Everything about him just screams cute to Richie, from the sewn patches all over his pants and shirt, to the black boots he’s wearing. Richie notices that his hair is spray-dyed a vivid red, and it’s done really well. He probably went through at least two bottles, Richie muses. His drawn on stitched smile is curved up even more so than it already is due to the boy’s smile, and it makes Richie smile.

The boy is looking him up and down—checking me out, Richie thinks nervously, Gee-zus— just like Richie was a second ago. The boy can’t see his face— when did I put on my mask again?— and that is both a shame and a blessing.

“Do you— um—” the boy starts nervously, looking down into his cup and then back up again, “do you want to go up to Bill’s room, or something? To talk more? I feel cramped in here.”

Richie nods, and then realizes it might look like he’s saying no because of the mask, so he clarifies verbally with a loud, “yes! Let’s go. Do that. Lead the way, Sally.”

Himeros-Sally laughs, shaking his head, and leads the way out of the kitchen and up the stairs right outside of the kitchen. Richie follows, not seeing Stan or Bev anywhere. He mentally thanks whatever deity out there is throwing him a bone, and climbs the stairs two at a time, lifting his mask as he reaches the top step.

“So,” the boy starts, leaning against the door once it closes. He sounds nervous again, and it drives a lot of the remaining anxiety Richie is feeling out of his chest. “Can I um— can I do something?” He shakes his head, looking down at the floor and frowning at his feet. “Sorry. That came out wrong. Can I try something, I mean.”

“Like— like what? Like smelling Bill’s underwear, or looking for his porn mags? Because I bet they smell like—“

“Shut up,” the boy says, and it’s not very serious, as he makes his way slowly to Richie, who’s standing in the middle of the room, feeling silly all of a sudden. He places his hands on Richie’s shoulders, and does this thing that Richie really likes where he smooths them over the expanse of his shoulder softly. He rises up on his toes and his face suddenly becomes a lot closer to Richie’s. From behind his mask and through the peepholes, his eyes are telling Richie that he can tell him to stop. Richie does not tell him to stop.

And then suddenly there are soft lips on his. Uncertain, but not unstable. Richie’s eyes are open the whole time, and now he definitely feels like a fool.

The boy leans back slightly, and one of his hands comes up to take off his mask. He tosses it onto Bill’s bed, and then makes eye contact with Richie again, and Gee-zus, this boy is the definition of cute. He’s the end-all-be-all of cute boys. Freckles smattering his nose and cheeks. Crinkles next to his eyes from smiling at the moment. Long, pretty lashes. Thick, bushy brows.

“I don’t know your name,” is what he says after a few moments of just staring at Richie, also.

“Richie. It’s Richie.” Richie breathes out, “and yours—“

“It’s Eddie.” He says softly.

“Well, Eddie-Spaghetti. I thought you just wanted to talk?”

The boy— Eddie— frowns for the first time tonight. “That’s not my name,” Eddie argues. His frown is almost as cute as his smile.

“Not anymore. It’s Eddie-Spaghetti. Or if you don’t like that, I can call you Spaghedward. And if you’re not into pasta at all, Eds can work.” Richie rambles, and then Eddie is pressing his lips to Richie’s again.

“I guess I didn’t come up here to talk. You sure did though,” Eddie retorts when he leans back again, and Richie can feel him smiling, and that is something he’s definitely into.

Richie’s eyes are closed this time as he replies with a breathless laugh. “Where have you been all of my life?”

“Here and there,” he responds vaguely. It’s very obviously a joke, and Richie can’t help but laugh again. After he stops chuckling, Eddie answers honestly, telling him that he’s just quiet, and points out that they obviously have had very different schedules.

They end up laying down on Bill’s bed on their sides while Eddie talks, Richie’s mask thrown up by Bill’s pillow next to Eddie’s. Richie realizes Eddie’s probably as much of a talker as Richie is himself as he rambles on about the organization of classes. “I guess the people who organize classes just hate us. You know, since we seem to have never shared a class together. You’re not taking any AP classes, right?”

Richie shakes his head. “No.”

Eddie frowns, “me neither,” he mumbles, biting his lip. “I don’t get why we’re not in any of the same regular classes, then.”

What he says goes in one ear and out the other. Eddie’s bitten lips have captured his full attention, and he wants to kiss them. Bad. So he leans over quickly and does.

Eddie splutters, seemingly caught by surprise, blush coating his blue cheeks again. “I— um— oh. Okay.”

“Sorry,” Richie hastens to say, shaking his head again, glasses getting pushed against his face and his hands under his head feeling uncomfortable. “I didn’t know if—“

“No! It’s fine,” Eddie shakes his head too, soft smile reappearing on his face. “It’s fine,” he repeats, softer this time. “I probably should have asked first, anyway. So I’m sorry.”

Richie scoffs, dramatic. “It’s fine. You’re fine. You did kinda ask, anyway. Besides, I wanted those cute lips on me, anyways,” Richie grins, laughing at Eddie’s bashful smile and the roll of his eyes.

When Eddie doesn’t say anything for a few moments, Richie fears he made it awkward, but then Eddie looks into his eyes and cracks a smile, a laugh escaping his mouth. He starts to laugh even more, and then Richie starts to laugh, and then suddenly they’re laughing together on Bill’s bed in their Nightmare Before Christmas Halloween costumes at nothing. This is the best Richie has felt in a long time. He feels as if he’s known Eddie for years, and not just for two hours.

Eddie wipes away a few tears from his eyes, rolling onto his back and staring up at the glow-in-the-dark stars Bill has on his ceiling. “I’m glad I met you,” he says softly, in the Eddie-way he does that Richie is grown accustomed to in the past couple of hours.

“Same here, Eds.” Richie whispers back.

Eddie’s hand reaches over and threads through the hand Richie has resting by his face. Still on his side, and staring at Eddie’s face poised up to the ceiling with his eyes closed, Richie can’t help but think for the hundredth time that night yeah, definitely an angel.

#reddie #halloween event 2019 #heknewwellenough

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itsstickball · 4 years

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I saw your prompt post so can u pls give us the father son Wymack and Andrew dynamic we deserve thank you hallelujah

Okay so I know you probably were expecting sth at a younger stage of life (and tbh, I might still write that, bc it’s good shit), but we’re four weeks into 20quarantine and I miss hockey. And you know what they do in hockey? Dad’s Trips.

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Andrew’s watching some Netflix series about the drama between a bunch of exotic animal owners, alone in the dark of his apartment with an entire tub of ice cream resting on the pillow in his lap when the call comes through. He’s more invested in the ice cream than the drama, which came out the year prior. In fact, he’d avoided the show until now on the principle of annoying his family and was only watchin it now because he was tired of having to decode the references Neil made any time he posted a picture of Sir.

He doesn’t bother to pause it or move to another room when he hits the “answer” icon on his phone.

“It’s a little late to be getting the mail, isn’t it?” He asked in lieu of a greeting. There was really only one reason for Wymack to be calling him.

“If anything, it’s early. This is yesterday’s mail.” Wymack grunted. “Speaking of which, shouldn’t you be sleeping?”

Andrew looked at the clock, and realized that yeah...that tracked. The red numbers blinked back 3:39am at him and he remembered Neil mentioning that the Foxes had a road game this week. Once he did the math, it was actually a little surprising Wymack hadn’t called an hour earlier.

“You called me.” He reminded the coach rather than comment on the rest of it.

There was a sigh from the other end of the line. “I had a hunch.” Wymack retorted. It was more like he had five years to put up with Andrew’s bullshit and Andrew four years of putting up with Neil and Kevin’s. Night practices made more than one lasting impact, it seemed.

“So you got it.” Andrew prompted, not asked.

Wymack sighed again and there was the faint sound of shuffling papers.

“Yeah. I don’t have a fucking clue why, though.”

“It’s pretty self explanatory.” Andrew retorted. “Assuming you can still read.”

“Reading is the only thing I need the glasses for, thank you very fucking much.”

Andrew would be lying if he said the corner of his mouth didn’t twitch up at Wymack’s easy irritability. But this was his apartment and there was no one there to misunderstand it anyway.

“So what’s the problem?” He asked, taking a bite of ice cream while waiting for Wymack to fill the silence with his trepidations.

“Are you sure you want -”

“I gave them the address.” Andrew cut him off, letting Wymack fill in the space between his words. They both knew that he didn’t do or mean things halfway. Without an address, there wouldn’t have been an invitation at all - just like there hadn’t been the previous two years.

More silence, this time less interesting now that Andrew knew what useless emotions were hiding on the other side.

“Do you have any other plans?” He didn’t. Andrew had checked. Wymack’s grunt confirmed what he already knew. “Then let Wilds take over yelling at the delinquents for a weekend.”

“Okay, but Andrew -.”

“The dinner on friday is black tie. Try not to embarrass yourself.” He reminded his former coach and then promptly hung up before Wymack could so much as shout in indignation.

Onscreen, a man with a truly horrendous mullet cussed out one of his rival gamekeepers.

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Once a year, like many professional Exy Teams, the Spokane Sundogs hosted a special weekend trip for their players and their families - or, more specifically, their fathers. Andrew had scorned the idea of it when brought up by his last two teams - and not just because he had no biological guardian to invite.

This year, however, as the team gathered outside the arena, nearly ready to depart, he stood with mild anticipation.

They were only waiting for one more addition before they boarded, with most of the players and their dad’s already conversing or posing for the team’s PR photographer. Andrew was standing slightly apart from the group, a quirk which thankfully they’d all come to accept about him. This time though, it was with more intention than just preserving his personal space.

“Ah!, finally.” The team’s defensive coach, Elliot Martin said, stepping over to show Andrew the text reading out that their last guest had arrived.

“Took him long enough.” Andrew grunted in reply, thankful that the coach didn’t press or make more noise about the issue. Martin was one of the few people intuitive enough to recognize the difference between Andrew’s silences and attention span. He also didn’t crowd any closer now that their exchange was over.

Just a few minutes later, Wymack’s form strode through the exterior door.

In truth, it was just a chance that his travel plans put him as the last arrival. Andrew felt no ill will or disgruntlement towards the coach for it, but he was undecided on how he felt about the matter as a whole. On the one hand, all of his teammates were currently distracted interacting with each other, but their attention would all be called together now that everyone was here. He doubted any of them expected to see someone standing next to him, and wasn’t looking forward to their speculation.

“Wymack.” He greeted, his voice characteristically monotone.

“Minyard.” The coach nodded and returned it in kind - although Andrew noted he sounded rather tired. That didn’t bode particularly well for someone he was going to have to travel with, but at least they wouldn’t be flying. Wymack didn’t try to step closer than necessary or make any physical greetings with him, which he was grateful for.

Then, however, it was time to go and his position among the coaching staff - complete with his guest was made obvious. A round of quick murmurs went up from the small crowd, which Andrew ignored in favor of staring at their head coach as he gave their schedule. An assistant handed out paper forms of the itinerary and then they were being ushered onto the bus.

“Your teammates seem nice.” Wymack said, apropos of literally nothing, after they’d handed their luggage off to the equipment team.

Andrew grunted.

“Regret inviting me already?” Wymack tried again, this time with a bit of dry humor in his voice.

Andrew turned to look at him, a tiny spark in his eye. “Not at all.” Wymack’s eyebrows furrowed, so he elaborated. “This way, they can pester you with their questions instead of me.”

He pat Wymack once on the shoulder before disappearing into the bus. When he’d found his seat at the very back and chanced a glance out the window, he found Wymack swamped by other players and their dads just a few feet from the steps. He seemed to be handling the attention alright, but Andrew recognized the slight tension in his movements. It was as close to a deer in headlights as Wymack got.

“I hate you.” He said a few minutes later when the coaches got serious about everyone boarding the bus.

Andrew glanced over at where the older man was slumped into the seat next to him. His grin was feral and sharp. “See, you fit right into the family. You’ve already learned our main vocabulary.”

Wymack scowled at him, but there was no real heat to it. And if Andrew’s smile softened and quirked higher on one side, even as he pressed his lips together and turned to look outside - well, there was only one person alive who would call him on it and he was hundreds of miles away.

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Forty hours later and they’re in the hotel room, getting ready for the fancy team dinner. Andrew was long resigned to having to share rooms with potentially obnoxious teammates for away games, so the change of pace that comes from sharing with Wymack is welcome. Living with him - even for just a few days, even in a cramped room - is familiar. Andrew spent too many nights quarantined with the man in college for it not to be.

There was no threat to anyone’s safety or sanity - aside from the fallout typically associated with overly friendly teammates, but they knew each other’s quirks. Andrew didn’t comment when Wymack woke up at 5:30 to brew an entire carafe of coffee - despite not having any engagements until 9:00. And Wymack didn’t question why he spent nearly the entirety of their afternoon free/rest time sitting on the desk by the window with a pint of ice cream just staring out at the cityscape below.

Andrew didn’t have to hedge or explain why he needed to shower first when it came time to get ready for the dinner. In fact, they skipped the discussion altogether. Both men simply glanced at the clock after the shitty made-for TV movie they’d been watching rolled to credits and Wymack said. “Let me know when you’re done.”

It was that simple.

Being away from the Foxes, from his family for so long, Andrew actually sat there stunned for a moment before Wymack turned back to look at him, prompting a grunt in reply. Seemingly satisfied, his former coach turned back to whatever he was doing with the charcoal suit he’d hung up in their shared closet space. Andrew allowed himself one more second of stillness before getting up and angrily grabbing his own pants and undershirt and locking himself in the bathroom

Behind him, he heard Wymack let out an amused huff, but no comment.

By the time he finished and they swapped rooms, the frustration of his startling realization had left Andrew. He still waited for Wymack to click the bathroom lock in place behind him before he moved to finish dressing and comb his hair into something acceptable. But then he had nearly half an hour to sit on the bed and think before his teammates and their fathers would fill up the fuzzy parts of his brain.

He could use the time to analyse how he got to that point - how Wymack had gotten to that point. Andrew enjoyed living on his own, but it clearly wasn’t just Neil's company at PSU that had left a lasting mark on him. Thirty minutes was plenty of time to catalogue each of the things he’d gotten used to in college that he’d lost again as he moved from team to team each year in the pros…

He flipped on the TV instead.

Wymack opened the door fifteen minutes later to Andrew staring blankly at an infomercial.

“I didn’t take Neil as the type to wear pearls.” He poked, looking bemused from Andrew to the man and woman on stage who were trying to make outdated jewelry seem like the newest fad.

Andrew slid his gaze sideways, eyes focusing in on the older man. Unlike Andrew, he’d exited the bathroom in only his boxers - which, Andrew was secretly bemused to find, were covered in tiny orange fox paws. He didn’t stay that way for long, of course, turning to retrieve his actual clothes from the closet.

“He likes to feel classy.” He shot back, deadpan and several seconds too late to be anything more than a deflection.

Wymack snorted, and for a moment, Andrew thought he’d let it drop. To Andrew’s downfall, unfortunately, he had the capacity to both dress himself and prod at the blonde’s psyche at the same time.

Andrew would have to ask Bee to stop spending so much time with him and Abby. It was ruining his “above my paygrade” modus operandi.

“You know I’m shit at this kind of stuff.” He started and Andrew resigned himself to the fact that they were, evidently, going above the paygrade. “But you’re allowed to enjoy nice things.”

Andrew held back his urge to scoff. “Nice things” had never factored into his life unless he was being accused of breaking them. It would be easy to deliberately misconstrue Wymack’s gruff sincerity, to make this about the pearls, pretty but ultimately meaningless objects. He knew, however, that this wasn’t the type of “nice” the older man was talking about.

How many times had he told Neil that Foxes didn’t get to have nice things? That they came from nothing and so would always have nothing? It turned out, though, that there were a lot of nice things that also came from nothing. Renee’s smiles and unwavering - even if often annoying - encouragement. Kevin’s refusal to let him give up on life, even in the face of his own fear. Neil’s never-ending respect for his boundaries.

Half an hour of sick sobriety in exchange for a few stopped goals. A bottle of Jack in exchange for a whole game.

Wymack’s second, third, fourth chances.

He met Wymack’s gaze. “I know.”

Because as intolerably cheesy as Coach’s whole “as many chances as it takes” philosophy sounded, Andrew would either be dead or rotting in a jail cell without it. He would have thrown himself to the wolves in order to keep his family safe, and it would have destroyed him. But Coach gave him the back-up he’d gone his entire childhood without. He only took what Andrew was willing to give, held him accountable, and called him on his bullshit, but never tried to fix him.

In a world of people preoccupied with making everyone around them perfect, Wymack said “what you are is good enough.”

Andrew didn’t know if he’d ever be able to bring himself to say thank you, but he could show it. He’d thought it funny to spring Wymack on his teammates and vice-versa, sure. But he’d invited him because he fit the bill.

Andrew might not ever say it, but maybe he could show his gratitude, one hectic weekend at a time.

Wymack seemed to understand.

“Alright.” He said, nodding once, then twice more firmly. “Now how many times can I expect Richard Decker to ask me about fishing?”

Andrew snorted. “Based on his son? It will be the only thing he talks about all dinner.”

Wymack shook his head and gave a little laugh before pocketing his wallet and keycard and gesturing toward the door.

“Well, let’s not keep the man’s sturgeon dreams waiting, then.” He said, earning a dubious expression from the blonde.

He didn’t deign to honor the joking comment with a response, but as they headed towards the elevator, Andrew thought he might have one more nice thing to add to the list.

#aftg #andrew minyard #david wymack #also known as dadmack #dad's trip #ask answered #this is unedited - bc why edit when you could post immediately and then regret your grammatical choices later?#pro exy #professional exy! andrew

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