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oxnardsreblogs · 5 years

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The Banana Hammock, Part 3

Haha oh! I finally read through this third story submission! owo It’s much naughtier and takes a turn, you did a good job! More Fox in and out of undies is always nice~

Oxnard took a deep breath and said, “This hero Fox defended Lylat countless times against enemies near and far! And for that we must thank him. And we must show our *support*…” Pepper and Peppy pulled Fox’s legs a bit apart and then pushed his hip forward. After a moment, the two turned Fox around. Before Fox could ask why this was done, Oxnard continued, “… and that we are all *behind* him…” the two made Fox squat and show his bottom to the audience. “…and that is why, ladies and gentlemen…” Fox’s head was now bent downwards, so it was between his legs, while his bottom was up high. “…you should be taking more photos!” Fox was turned back around. Oxnard continued, “I think we can do a trivia contest. It’s just Mr. McCloud, and it’ll be nice and easy…” “You can’t have that stage by yourself, Star Fox!” cried a loud, bellowing voice. Wolf O'Donnell, wearing only his trademark eyepatch and black boxer briefs, jumped onto the stage, arms crossed, scowling. The hamster noticed that the wolf was a bit bigger down there than Fox, and perhaps a bit more gifted in his shorts than Peppy. “I-I didn’t invite you!” said the general. “And aren’t you a wanted criminal?” “I invited myself, thank you very much,” Wolf said. “And the cops got too much to do!” Pepper looked at his phone and realized that the statute of limitations on Star Wolf just ran out! “Wolf, can you please don’t drag our rivalry into this?” Fox asked. “I’m trying to have fun tonight.” “Request denied, pup!” Fox sighed and said, “Okay. Well, we’re gonna have to do things the hard way! I suppose it’s going to be a contest.” “I can answer trivia questions better than you, pup! Just you wait!” Leon Powalski, perched at another table, eyed the confrontation, eyes darting back and forth. He was in a lacey black thong leaving little to the imagination. Sounding a bit excited, he said, “You see that, Panther? He’ll outmauever the competition and tear it into pieces with his super, duper sharp claws!” Panther Caruso, who had been busy hickeying some bunny rabbit lady in a thong but with no bra, sighed and said, “I’ve told you already you seem to be torn over this shredder and shreddee stuff. It’s getting old…” Panther’s pink bikini showed that he was about as gifted as Peppy, and this, along with his suave Latin aura, was why the bunny lady was all over him. “I-I sure am torn about it! Eehehehehe!” “Okay. Let me be direct here. I know you’re gay for Wolf, so you might as well come out to him after this is over.” “Why wait?” said the chameleon, now clearly slobbering. Oxnard said, “Okay! Uhm, a change of plans, I see! Well, then.” After a deep breath, he said, “The challenge is: You outlast your opponent in a trivia contest! There are three rounds! The first person to get the question wins the round! Two out of three means you win! If you do that, you get… ten thousand dollars!” The dollar signs appeared in Fox’s eyes. “You lose, and you have to lose the undies for the rest of the night! Now… challenge accepted?” Fox and Wolf looked at each other. The lupine suddenly shook wolf’s hands, and the lupine in turn slapped his back. Their eyes matched one another’s. “Okay, then! Let’s go!” cried the hamster. Oxnard cried, “Round One!" He got out of a slip of paper: "Okay then! What was Super Mario Bros. 2 renamed to?” “Super Mario Bros. 2? What’s that?” cried Fox. A few bursts of laughter came from the audience. “Uhm… Super Mario Brothers?” Now the laughter was even stronger. Fox’s friends in the back all looked disappointed, and Falco slapped his face. Slippy was all panicking, and Krystal clasped her hands. Oxnard said, “You lost the question, Mr. McCloud! And you… what’s your name?” “Wolf O'Donnell.” “What’s your answer?” “Super Mario Bros. USA!” he cried. “I know about those old human video games from Earth!” “One round for Wolf O'Donnell!” cried Oxnard. Leon was rah-rahing while Panther sighed and continued to ogle the girl he met. “Now the loser of each round has to make themselves look like a fool!” The hamster got out a banana and peeled it for Fox. The vulpine was about to bite it when the hamster said, “No, Mr. McCloud! You lick and suck the banana first!” The catcalls and jeers made Fox grimace. How dare they make him look like a fool! “Name the video game that was the biggest symbol of the crash of 1983, and one only on an Atari console? Mr. O'Donnell first!” “Atari Pacman!” he blurted. “Hic!” Seems like he jumped the gun. “Wrong,” said the hamster. “Pacman’s on many consoles!” “What!?” “You lose, Mr. O'Donnell! Now, Mr. McCloud…” Fox stammered a bit: But there was some magazine he read once that there was some economic disaster on Earth (in fact it was minor, but…), and the Cornerian magazine noted that the game had a certain space theme, based on a movie… which Fox had happened to watch. “E. T.!” he cried. Oxnard’s mouth formed an “O-shape”. “Well, would you look at that! Mr. McCloud wins!” cried Oxnard. Fox’s friends cheered, while Leon was silent. Wolf this time had to suck on the banana. He grimaced and his eyes were red with fury. Oxnard cried, “Round Three! What was the name of the game that inspired Resident Evil! For this round, if you get the question wrong, you lose, period! If both of you lose, you get no money and both of you have to lose the undies! Whoever answers first goes first!” Wolf blurted, “Resident Evil Zero?” Oxnard frowned and looked at Wolf. “Not a good guess at all!” the hamster cried. Wolf growled and stomped on the floor. Then the hamster turned to Fox. “Mr. McCloud…” He didn’t know. The vulpine was frozen still, afraid of making a mistake. Oxxy held out his hand. Three, two, one, and he would lose. Three… “I believe in you, Fox!” cried Slippy, now unafraid to show his true body, warts and all. Two… “You can do it!” cried Falco, holding out a jug of beer. Katt got hers out too and cried, “Do it! Do it!” One… “Go get ‘em!” cried Krystal as she took her bra and panties off. The aphrodisiac jolted some energy into Fox. Something came to mind… something he really wanted. “A Sweet Home!” Fox cried. Oxnard blinked, and his jaw went open, like a cat enthralled with catnip. “Oh my! It’s indeed Sweet Home. I guess you win!” cried Oxnard. “I don’t know how you knew that!” “Face it tiger, you’ve won the jackpot!” cried a brown wolf, clearly intoxicated from beer, in black panties but no bra. She was well-endowed. There were plenty of empty bottles at her table, and she drank them all. “Fuxie, please don’t be so loud!” cried an orange yoshi, seated next to her, who was wearing green briefs. His bulge was a bit on the small side, like Fox’s. She laughed heartily before saying, “Nishi, he’d been jerking off with his honey in public. I saw every fiery moment of it and he’s all fine with what’s happening! I ain’t lowerin’ my volume.” “It’s rude to talk about him like that!” said the agitated dinosaur. “Don’t be coy. I saw you were watchin’ 'em too, and you were all touchin’ yourself as well, Buster Brown.” Nishi lowered his eyes and blushed, before withdrawing and sipping his wine. Wolf grimaced as the hamster had his hands out. After giving away his boxer-briefs, he stormed off in a huff, only to find a slender, eager chameleon embracing him. Leon planted a kiss… and Wolf kissed back with force. The two made out, as the crowd cheered, for a minute. The chameleon then withdrew and got out his long lizard tongue. Wolf gasped as he saw where the tongue was going. The space pirate groaned and panted as he was being pleasured, and the crescendo of cheers from the audience grew and grew. Before he knew it, the pleasure stopped, and he had a bottle of jelly placed in his palm. Leon, who had given him the bottle, was on his fours, his lace off, his butt out prominently. The cheers grew louder and louder. First Wolf, sensing something in his teammmate, smacked Leon’s behind with his hand, once, then twice, causing a welt, and Leon moaned in joy, getting his heartfelt desire. Then Wolf got the jelly and… “Oh god, Krys!” cried Fox. There she was, her ample breasts presented, her hair radiant and beautiful, her lips full and wide, her teeth bright, her eyes lusting after him. First she planted a kiss and began ogling him. The hurried breathing intensified as he began to caress her breasts. The bold Fox then got out his tongue and began to lick them. She shoved his face into her chest as he kept licking. It was like a lollipop for a crazy straight guy, and the moaning and panting egged him on. After a moment she shoved him off, and he landed on his butt. She quickly tore off his briefs and saw that he was quite excited. The swelling and the redness invited her tongue, and she licked and sucked. Fox gasped and groaned for a brief moment, but it ended before he could burst. She then went on her fours, and her eyes told him: Come on in! And so both Wolf and Fox were having at it with their sweethearts, in front of a crowd, and they all were cool with it! “This is too much even for me!” cried the hamster, who was covering his eyes! “Oh, my virgin eyes!” cried General Pepper. “This has got to be rated XXX!” cried the hamster. “Or R-18!” cried the general. “Well he’s doin’ a barrel roll on her at least!” said Peppy. “That’s not funny,” said Pepper. And when it ended, each couple was panting and moaning. Krystal gave a smooch to her honey, and for a moment it was just the two of them, nobody else. The crowd was just irrelevant background noise. “Did we-” Fox asked. “Hmm?” Krystal said. “Conceive?” “Oh,” she said. She looked down and her face looked a bit weathered for a moment. “Maybe we did this time?” “Let’s hope!” The two did a pinky swear, not caring that they were nude and covered in their own fluids. “Buddy, I think it’s time to go home,” Falco said. Now Peppy, Slippy, Falco, and Katt were standing around the two. Fox looked down and saw that Krystal had snapped his underwear in half. —- Fuxie cried, “Take three!” Fox had gotten the money, of course, which helped pay off some debts, but didn’t make him especially wealthy. However he also found a job offer. In between missions, he agreed to be an underwear model for Fuxie’s company, which just happened to be the brand he wore that night. Without the benefit of alcohol, Fox was a lot less courageous, and it was common for him to blush and grimace. But since he already had sex in front of other people in Oxnard’s club, he wasn’t really in a position to reject any of Fuxie’s wild proposals. To be fair, she just had him be in standard-issue white briefs, rather than thongs or anything crazy, but his face was in all the advertising and it was a little hard to get used to people recognizing him on the subway or getting unsolicited phone numbers from random strangers, even though he made it clear he had a girlfriend already. All the poses he did and all the fruit he had to show himself with were so embarrassing! “You gotta spread the legs a little! Show your butt! There you go!” she cried. Behind her was Oxnard, big smile, buck teeth out, all happy that he’s getting to see all the good stuff. Gaydar was there too, slobbering, but Nishi was holding him back, preventing him from ruining the take. Having said that, Fox was clearly uninterested in all of the attention from strangers. He had a lady to tend to. When Fox came home (wearing clothes, of course!), he saw the opened packet of a pregnancy kit. He read the instructions carefully and realized that Krystal was in the bathroom in her bra and panties, reading a kit she had just used. She handed it to him, and he saw the symbols unmistakeably. “Fox, I’m-I’m!” - The two embraced, and they were eager to move forward into the future. They were to have a son. –END–

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fereality-indy · 6 years

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Wendip Week Day Seven - Bedtime Story

June 21, 2024

Pines Residence

Dipper is seated on a folding chair he brought into his daughters room so he could tell a tale to his children and their twin cousins. “And then King Mermando of the ocean kingdom, Costa del Pacifico, sent a missive…”

Lil Debbie piped up, “That means itsa imporant letter.”

“Ohh,” the three younger boys say in almost unison.

“That’s right Debbiekins,” Dipper said as he ruffled his daughters hair “I guess being around Grunkle Ford has helped your vocabulary.”

“Yeppers, and he helped me wif my butterflies.” Debbie said as she was trying to fix what her dad did to her hair.

“Story!” Terry started chanting from his sleeping bag.

“Story!” His two cousins added.

“Alright guys, I get it.” Dipper said as he raised his hands up in defeat, “now where was I, oh yeah the letter. Well in it King Mermando spoke of the fact that a group of his subjects were out on an excursion to a land in the north and had come into trouble. And so he asked that Lady Gwendolyn of the Woods and her companion Stoneworker travel to their last known location and to see if they would be able to help them.”

“Course dey will, Lady Gwennie and Worker are the best.” Ricky called out.

“An de in luv,” Ed added.

“Aw, you always talk luv. Deyre fighters, not luvers.” Ricky said as he shoved his brother.

“Richard, you be nice!” Debbie called from her bed as that one shove became a shoving match between her cousins.

"Do you two want me to continue?” Dipper said in a ‘and I mean it ‘ voice.

Both boys quickly settled back into their sleeping bags, while Debbie had a smug ‘I Told You So’ look. Seeing they quit Dipper continued the story.

“M’lady this shall be a long trek, do you want me to prepare my wagon for the trip.” Stoneworker asked as they went about gathering supplies for the trip.

“It would be best to take my carriage so we will have sleeping quarters if needed.” The redheaded warrior said as she finished packing.

After a quick trip to see Stoneworker’s uncle, the Inventor. He had some gadgets that may come in handy, though Lady Gwendolyn felt that the their own skills would be more than enough to handle whatever they come across.

They head out across the countryside towards the destination they were given in the missive. Their trek took three days and they spent the three nights in each other’s company. On the fourth day they arrived at the location and began their search. It was a beach, but the weather was so cold neither of them wished to take a swim.

“Stoneworker, my trusted companion, it appears they were here recently.” Lady Gwendolyn said as she was studying the tracks they discovered. “A day or two at the most. But they weren’t alone. There are other tracks here. Heavy and larger than normal.”

“From the looks of things the others are definitely bipedal and either they all are dragging a pack of some type, or they have a large tail.” Stoneworker added as they continued their tracking. About a half hour into their tracking they happened upon the start on an inlet.

“There was a scuffle of some sort here. The water has taken most of the evidence, but there are some surefire marks in the cliff wall there.” Gwendolyn said as she pointed out three large gouges the stone. Getting a closer look at them she added, “And these are fresh.”

She pulled out her trusty ax that Stoneworker had endowed with runes of protection. Seeing this Stoneworker activated the enchantments in his own gloves. He still preferred to outwit his opponents, but was perfectly willing to fight his foes and these enchantments gave his punches an added jolt. And from what they found he may need it. There in front of a cavern they were too large to enter and despite there being snow on the ground, stood 4 crocodile Men.

"Wait a minute, Daddy. Great Grunkle Ford says that crocdiles are poikiro, poilikilo, coldblooded.” Debbie said, breaking into the story. Then she asked, “How are they able to be moving if there’s snow on the ground. They should be hypermating.”

Dipper chuckled a little at his daughter’s faux pas before responding, “Well, honey. First off I think you mean Hibernating, and secondly I was getting to that.”

Stoneworker and Gwendolyn moved closer as watched the Croc-Men attempt to reach whatever had hidden in the small cave. They were dressed rather warmly, but even then the cold should have made them too lethargic to be moving. The cold northwestern, winter weather was no where near that of the warm southern swampland these critters usually call home. Then one turned to speak to it’s fellows and we saw it. On his chest there was a glowing stone that seemed to radiate heat.

“They are too well entrenched. Martok take Merlok and find some fire wood. We’ll either smoke them out or have smoked jerky when we get to them. Hahaha.” The one who appeared to be in charge said to the one closest to him.

Gwendolyn signaled to Stoneworker to back out of the inlet. They quickly backed out and found a hiding place, once the Croc-men had passed Gwendolyn signaled to follow them. They stopped around another twenty yards or so and that was when our heroes struck. Gwendolyn tapped the taller of the two on it’s shoulder and when it turned she hit it in the stomach with the flat of her ax. As it bent over she brought her knee up under it’s jaw rocking it’s head up and backwards. While this was happening the other Croc-Man turned to see what happened and was met by Stoneworker. Before he could react Stoneworker reached up and pulled the glowing stone off the Croc-Man. Though it glowed as if it was burning hot, Stoneworker found that he now felt as if he was standing in a warm summer day. The Croc-Man immediately felt the cold and dropped to his knees before falling in a deep sleep.

“That’s what I thought would happen,” Stoneworker said after the Croc-Man fell. Seeing a slightly confused look on Gwendolyn’s beautiful face he added, “They’re reptiles, they essentially hibernate in the cold weather.”

They took time to bound their foes together with their hands tied behind the other’s back so that they could share the stone. They also bound their feet and snouts separately. When they were certain these Croc-Men would not a hassle, they began heading back towards the inlet.

“Alright when we get there I will go for the leader, you take the smaller…” Gwendolyn was saying as they heard a scream.

“No, Somebody help me!” a young voice called from inside the inlet. As they turned the corner they saw The two Croc-Men holding a young bull seal between them. And the voice was coming from the seal. “I just want to get my sister some food, you guys have kept us in there for two days. Do what you want to me but first let me get her some fish. She is young and needs to eat.”

“Tough luck, chiot. We’re hungry enough dat it won’t mattah ta us if she’s skin n bones or not.” The lead Croc-Man said.

"Yes, we be hungry too.” The other Croc-Man added.

“No!” A smaller seal pup called as it rushed out of the cave.

“I knew grabin’ one draw out da others. Grab her.” The lead Croc-Man said as he pulled the seal he was holding out of his partner’s grip.

Gwendolyn rushed towards the two Croc-Men intent on putting a stop to the scene before her, only to be outpaced by her younger partner.

“You need to pick on someone your own size!” Stoneworker said as he jumped and delivered a double closed fist to the top of the Croc-Man chasing the smaller seal. The force of his blow combined with the jolt of electricity his gloves held sent the cryptid to the ground. He then turns to the small pup, “It’ll be ok. We here on the request of King Mermando.”

Gwendolyn continued her rush and quickly brought her ax down across the wrist of the lead Croc-Man causing him to drop the seal pup. She then dropped low and swept his feet out from under him. Before he had a chance to try and rise up she was there with the blade of her ax blade at his throat.

“Give me a reason!” she said as she looked into his eyes.

“Brother!” the smaller seal pup called as it moved towards where the leader had dropped her brother.

“I am fine.” The larger pup said as his sister made it to him, “Father, it is safe. We have envoys from King Mermando. They saved us.”

At that there was a glow coming from the entrance to the cavern and it began to open further. When it was large enough that Stoneworker could walk into it, albeit crouched, out came a large bull seal and a medium sized seal cow.

"Greetings. Thank you for saving my family.” The bull said as he moved towards his children. “I am Jestin, Canciller of my lord King Mermando, and this is my wife Lynneth. We were on a mission to open trade negotiations with the Artic Court when we encountered these brutes. I sent an attendant back to the capital and we hid ourselves in this cave.”

“I am Lady Gwendolyn of the Woods and this is my consort Stoneworker.” Gwendolyn said as Stoneworker was tying up the lead Croc-Man. When he was done she removed her ax from where it was sitting on it’s neck. “We left the other two around the bend. We shall leave their fate up to you.”

“And once the miscreants were gathered Jestin shrunk them down with the same magic he had used on the cave passageway and placed them and a small fish in a jar for transportation. They then bid our heroes adieu and returned to the sea and to their kindom.” Dipper said as he finished up the story.

In a sleepy voice Terry asked, “But Daddy what happen to the bad guys.”

“Well when Gwendolyn and Stoneworker were next invited to the court of King Mermando, they were granted knighthood and they found out that the Croc-Men were released on a small, secluded, swampy island as a prison.” Dipper replied as he turned off the desk lamp, leaving a night light as the only illumination in the room.

As he went out into the hall he was met by his wife who gave him a quick kiss.

“So what story did tell them tonight? How Paz and Mabel took over Northwest Industries by becoming the majority stockholders or maybe Gwendolyn and Stoneworker at the haunted grocers?” Wendy asked as they headed towards their bedroom.

“Nah, I told them about the family of seals we, I mean, Lady Gwendolyn and Stoneworker saved for Mermando a couple of years ago.” Dipper said as he entered their bedroom.

Well better late than never. I decided to finish up the final prompt and post it today as a gift to my fans on my birthday.

#gravity falls #Wendip Week 2018 #wendy corduroy #dipper pines #wendip #bedtime story #next-generation

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khaelisfics · 6 years

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Paring: Giacomo Casanova x Fanny Price Chapter: 1/? Rating: Mature Word count: 2990 Tags: Slow Burn, Fluff, First Meetings, First Kiss, First Time

Summary:

When he decided to come to England, it was for the women. It wasn't to sell the Italian dresses he didn't make. It wasn't to drink champagne in posh garden parties he didn't like. It most definitely wasn't to fall in love with a woman he didn't want.

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New Teninch story I’ve started working on because I’ve wanted to do this for far too long! I know it’s not the most popular pairing, but I love it and I wanted to give it a try!

Tagging both @doctorroseprompts and @timepetalscollective should this fit in any of the ongoing prompts!

I hope you’ll like it! :-)

The hunting horn had blown. The moment he had stepped through the gate of the imposing mansion, the game had started. The first part of the game was setting up the rules. Making sure everyone knew he was a player, better yet, he was the man who would dominate the game. Make sure everyone knew he was the best hunter and would not let go of his preys, no matter how fierce or how cantankerous the opponents.

He had won the first round already. Pretend he was a wealthy Italian fabric merchant to slither his way into the garden, who unfortunately happened to have lost his invitation letter. The natural talent he possessed with his tongue and his charm were his best trumps, of course. His perfectly tailored costume, rich blue silk sewn with gold, white lace collar pinned with a jeweled brooch, knee-length leather boots were just helpful accessories. Outer evidence of a small fortune he only owned in the pompous discourses he had crafted for such occasions. Luxury clothes and precious adornments were but mere illusions. A few of his words were worth more than whatever money he could convince anyone he possessed. His mouth made him rich. His attitude made him respectable. His clothes only gave him the look.

Two young women walked past him, brushed against his arm, giggling and throwing the kind of decent smile high-society girls were taught to smile, but a smile that hid so much more. He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, a grin pulling at the corner of his lips, and picked up a crystal flute from the table. Just half a glass of posh champagne he would nurse until he would find the perfect prey. Obviously, it wouldn't take long. He would have thought British girls to be more… Moderate. Elegant. Smarter, and maybe colder. Obviously, he had been wrong. Or so he thought.

Oh, they were classier, he couldn't deny that. Well-mannered, well-dressed, well-behaved. But he saw it. He felt it. In the way they tried not to look at him but their eyes burnt his body under the heat of a single of their fleeting glances. In the way their fingers slightly tightened around their glass when he walked past them, as if they were struggling to keep their hands from reaching out to him. In the way they shifted in their seats, or shifted on their feet, like little animals who knew they could get bit and dragged into a den, but who would have gladly let themselves be caught. In all of those ways, none of them were better than all the frivolous Italian women who would have sold their mothers and properties just to get a chance to be naked in his bed.

So, he began to seduce. That one woman, with a red corset that puffed out into a large skirt, glorious breasts pushed up so high and so tight her pendant was trapped between the two mounds of flesh. He rather liked it. He didn’t even have to speak. A wink from one of his piercing blue eyes, a tug on a lapel of his jacket, a small bow and a devastating smile. There went his first dance. The first occasion to get a proper feel of British flesh, his long fingers digging into her hip, her supple chest brushing against his despite the expected and required distance between their bodies, the round swell of her bottom under his little finger, just enough of a contact to map out a derriere that was probably just as glorious as her devant. She fluttered her eyelids at him, looked at him through thick eyelashes, a light blush on her cheeks, and he decided he could do better. She was well-endowed, yes, but her face was common. Not particularly pretty, nor special enough to spark his interest. Not yet anyway. He’d have to wait until the end of the hunt and find out which weakened prey he’d pick - he would stop at three, no need to make himself too noticed.

“Remember the name, Mia Signorina,” he whispered in her ear as he let go of her waist on the last note of the song. “Casanova.”

Oh he loved it, how women swooned when he spoke those few words, rolled his letters and made the vowels last - the moment he had set foot on British soil, he had found out his tongue could not only talk his way in and out of things, but could also speak a foreign language. It made it all too easy.

“Ciao Lady, you sure look like, la perfetta stronza, today,” he greeted the older woman who had been ogling his backside for far too long - and chuckled under his breath when she had to fan her rubicon face, most certainly oblivious to the meaning of his words. “Very nice bosom, though too flabby and too vulgar, I don’t even want to think about the rest. Definitely not doable. Buona giornata, eh?”

It seemed her husband had been watching them from afar, because he briskly walked to them when the wife began to shout at him, rise from her chair and threaten him with her pointy umbrella. She was turning even redder, but knew it had nothing to do with either his charm or his backside, this time.

“This eccentric foreigner told me...” she started when her husband asked what was the commotion about in a bark.

“Advised you on your sense of fashion,” he was quick to interrupt with a fake laugh and a dismissive bending of his wrist, the kind of gesture he was sure those British expected from an extroverted Italian designer. “I truly am sorry, Sir, but look. The pompom under the chestline is much too loose, you can see the string about to break. The dress might have suited her a few years ago, but it is now too small and doesn’t hug her shapes in the right places, which makes her look più grassa than she is, and also rather ridiculous. I would suggest adding a ribbon of taffeta here, change that old-fashioned pompom, and have it entirely retailored. Or you could ask me for a brand new dress, of course, I would be more than happy to take her measurements and have my stilistas in Venezia come up with a better model. Half-price, for a gentiluomo like you. Truth be told, where I’m from, such a depraved appearance would be condemned by law, so let’s make a deal. Give me a hundred pounds right now, I’ll take the measurements after the party and your Lady can have her brand new dress by the end of the week.”

“A hundred pounds?” the husband huffed, his eyes travelling from his wife’s dress he had to admit had seen better days but still looked fashionable and reasonably fitted, and this foreigner who tutted and shook his head at his wife, taking in her appearance with sighs of discomfiture. “That’s certainly expensive.”

“The dress I’ll give you is worth thrice that sum,” he smiled, thumbing a lapel of his costume tu push it towards him. “Italian quality fabric, the most renowned couturiers you’ll ever find, a dress your wife can wear until the rest of her days. It’s an investment, but a good one. A hundred pounds, and you leave it all to me. Next wedding, your wife will shine brighter than the bride.”

“I… Suppose it’s been a while since my Lady was gifted with a new dress,” he shrugged, reaching inside his pocket to take out a roll of banknotes.

“I’ll give you the matching shoes for twenty more of these,” he raised an eyebrow - he knew he already had the wife swooning with the promise of that dess, and he congratulated himself inwardly when she purposefully stared at her husband.

“Fine,” he gave up, handing him a thick stack of notes.

“I shall meet you later, Signora,” he bowed, the notes quickly shoved inside the deepest pocket he could find. “My apologies if I chose the wrong words and made myself unclear earlier, English is a rather tricky language. Buona giornata.”

He saluted her with one last bow of courtesy and a charming smile - he knew she was perfectly aware he had meant the offensive words, but he also knew he had just bought her a brand new dress, or so she thought, so she simply smiled back and went away. Those British weren’t shy with money, it seemed. Maybe he could fill his purse by the end of the day and buy himself a first-class ticket for his return to Italy.

Feeling lighter despite the hundred notes protectively shielded in a folded layer of his puff-sleeved shirt, he swanned off in the direction of another young woman who could definitely win her way between his sheets or in a bush somewhere in the back of the luxurious gardens. His first real prey was in his line of sight. The woman with the red dress had just been a mere swim in the shallow pond to taste the waters. But that Lady with the emerald skirt and slightly lighter green corset was most definitely the occasion to make the big jump. Deliciously shaped and the face of Venezian beauty, with that added British grace that made her… Well he didn’t know what that made her, exactly, but he was sure it made him uncomfortably tight in the pants he had worn for the occasion No full mast before the ship sails , he had to remind himself. Seduce first. That was part of the game.

“Ma ciao, bellissima,” he crooned, leaning against his cane crowned with a silver lion head, crossing an ankle above the other. “Allow me to compliment you on your choice of dress. This is by far the best I’ve seen today, it fits your body rather spectacularly. Molto bella.”

“I am married,” she answered, tugging on her shawl to cover her bare sternum.

“So?” he grinned with a raised eyebrow, almost delighted to be faced with a new challenge. “Can’t a uomo flatter a Lady who deserves it? I’m sure your husband has never told you how beautiful eyes you have, nor how elegant your gait is. I wanted to meet British class and beauty, and I’ve just met British perfection.”

“My husband often compliments me on my looks, thank you very much, Sir…?”

“Casanova,” he introduced himself with pomp, bowing to give the back of her hand a distant smack of his lips. “Forgive my audace, but would you mind if I readjusted some parts of your dress? I am a tailor, you see, dress designer in Venezia, and I’ve spotted a few things that could be improved. Don’t get me wrong, you look positively stunning, Signora, I put the blame on those English dressmakers. They lack the talent and imagination Italian couturiers have. Give me un minuto, and you’ll make all your friends jealous. You could be the queen of the party.”

“I already am,” she pointed out, her features not growing annoyed, but growing suspicious. “These are my gardens, Sir Casanova. My party. Forgive my asking, but I do not remember my husband telling me there would be an Italian tailor invited. Who introduced you?”

“Why, Sir Bellingham, of course,” he lied, citing a name he had heard after stepping into the party. “We met a while ago in Venezia, he told me he’d find me a suitable market for my designer dresses in England, and he invited me to this party to meet my first clients. See that Lady over there? Already bought one of my dresses, you can ask her. Le mie scuse, my Lady, but if you’re not interested in what my talents have to offer, I should go on with my business. Thank you ever so much for the invitation and the fine champagne. Ciao, brutta.”

He clicked his heels together with one last bow of courtesy and hurried to get away, fast enough to deprive her of the time she’d need to realize he was a fraud, slow enough not to arouse any more suspicion from any others. Well, some of those British girls were tough. Nothing like the Italian women he had courted seduced within mere minutes for the better part of his life. It might not have been the best enterprise to try his luck with a married woman who also happened to be the hostess, he reckoned, but still. In his country, he would already be bunching her skirt up to her hips and ravishing her against a tree - no, better not to think about ravishing women against trees just yet. His frustration was a fantastic remedy to his condition, anyway. He had to fight this frustration. He had to keep playing. He had lost a round, not the game. Yet. Because if all the beautiful British women were as uptight and sober as this one, he doubted he’d ever get to shove his pants down his knees, especially not in such ridiculously posh parties. He would give it one more try, maybe two, but if it kept going that way he would rather flee to the neighbouring town and find a brothel. He hadn’t come all this way, travelled several countries and crossed a sea to be disappointed and frustrated.

So, he kept going on his search for a prey. His previous failures made him more careful, however. Spot the rings, spot the husbands, spot those who looked at him as if they knew he didn’t belong. It made the hunt harder. Made him a predator that had to stay hidden in the shadows rather than run and hunt in the open. He had become a prey himself, in a way. He didn’t like it.

He walked for several minutes among the groups of people, occupied his hands with another glass of champagne he didn’t drink, picked up a few nibbles on the tables to pretend he knew what he was doing, only to discard them in the many plant pots disseminated around in the clean-cut grass. And then he spotted her. The perfect prey.

She was alone, sitting on one of the steps that let to the entrance to an appurtenance, isolated from the main hubbub of the party. No ring on her finger. A dress that looked much less elaborated that the others, a dull beige when all the others sported bright colours, a pale maroon tunic going askew on her shoulders. Rather disheveled, compared to the neat hairstyles and carefully pinned hats the other women wore. If he managed to seduce that one, it wouldn’t be one of his greatest achievements, nor one of his greatest prides. But then he saw her face, and an odd feeling coursed through him. A shiver of… Something. He didn’t know what it was, but he knew perfectly well his heart hadn’t beaten harder in his crotch like it usually did when he looked at a woman, but louder in his chest. She wasn’t even beautiful. Pretty, at most, with her blond curls, her full mouth, her round nose. A woman like a hundred many others he had made his bed creak with. No, not like a hundred others. Like a few others, only. Because he felt it from where he was standing, smelled it, tasted it. That young woman with that innocent sad face was a virgin. He didn’t particularly enjoy virgins. He liked his women like he loved his sex. Bold, mature, liberated. That blonde was none of that. The exact opposite, even. Shy, inexperienced, reserved.

Her deep whiskey eyes met his, her thick lips stretched into a small smile, her hand tightened on her tunic. And he saw in her eyes something akin to what he was feeling himself. The feeling that she didn’t belong here, the feeling of isolation, the feeling that she was pretending. Without knowing why, he realized she was a bit like him. A poor girl lost in a world of wealth who had had to learn the rules by herself rather than being taught. A girl that had been thrown into a cage full of hyenas, waiting for her to die to feast on her cadaver and make her disappear, like a nuisance that needed to be erased from the surface of this Earth. He saw it in the way the others looked at her. He heard it in the murmurs behind him. He felt it in the cloud of tension that thickened the closer he got to her. He was in the same kind of cage. Except he’d been lucky enough to be blessed with talents to help him fight off his enemies and fend off his demons. She obviously hadn’t.

“Hello, Sir,” she greeted him with a bow of the head - it was only then he realized his steps had taken him to her, quite against his most sensible reflections. “Please excuse my ignorance, but I don’t remember seeing you before.”

He had never really seen her before either, he thought. Because as he looked down at her face and into her eyes, he was suddenly struck by her beauty. Unconventional beauty, certo , but beauty nonetheless. Before he knew it, he was taking her hand in a gentle hold and brushing his lips against her skin. It terrified him to understand he wasn’t doing it to drag her into an empty room ten minutes later, steal her virginity against a cupboard and ditch her when he’d be done. He was doing it because he wanted to do it. No underlying purpose. He peered at her through his eyelashes, lips still hovering above the back of her hand, and he saw the way she nibbled her lip with an embarrassed grin.

“Più bella cosa, you’ll wish you had never seen me at all,” he said softly, pushing himself up straight with the help of his cane. “Call me... Giacomo.”

#teninch fic #timepetalsprompts #doctorroseprompts #giac x fanny #giacomo casanova #fanny price #fluff #first meeting #help me #I write too much #got lost again #darn #but #i love them #<3

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beepbeeprichiellc · 7 years

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Prom

Summary: Eddie heads to prom stag, only things take a terrible turn mid way.

A/N: *Warning* Homophobic slurs. I wrote three ending to this story and yet I still hate it. What is it missing?

Word Count: 3175

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Eddie scrunched his face pitifully, his refection mimicking his actions. He pulled at his rented tux awkwardly, suddenly feeling suffocated by the fabric. His skin crawled at the thought of all of the other people who had worn these clothes before him, embedding their dead skin and germs into fibers. He shuttered, desperate to peel off the monkey suit and bleach the bacteria off of his body. Mentally he cursed at himself for agreeing to this, he didn’t do these types of things and yet here he stood in his friend’s bedroom, daydreaming about the shower that was undoubtedly in his future.

“Stop fidgeting, you look great.” Mike muttered, entering his bedroom, practically beaming with confidence. Eddie looked his friend over, and felt his heart melt. He couldn’t help but to admire the way the tuxedo hugged his athletic body perfectly, making him look older than he actually was. Hanlon looked good, and Eddie swore he looked like a scarecrow in compression.

“Says the next James fucking Bond.” The smaller boy sneered, feeling a sudden wave of jealously wash over him. With a heavy groan he sat on the bed, his heart heavy and doubtful. “I shouldn’t even go.” He complained, his stomach churning nervously. “I’m going to stand out like a sore thumb without a date.”

“I don’t have a date either.” Mike corrected, gathering his keys and wallet from the nightstand. “That’s why we are going stag.”

Eddie rolled his eyes, “You don’t have a date by choice.” He corrected, “I’m just the pathetic friend without another option.”

Mike sighed, shaking his head in a mixture of annoyance and pity. “Look,” he started, pulling his friend from the bed. “I asked you to go with me because I know you will have fun. Forget about him okay, it’s his loss for not asking you.”

“But-“

“No buts Eddie.” Mike interjected, “We will be each other’s wing men. You have a way with the ladies that I seem to lack and I know a football player who has been hiding in the closet since day one.”

The small boy couldn’t help the smirk that pulled at the corners of his mouth, he looked at his friend and felt a budding appreciation for his persistence. “Thanks Mike, you’re the best.” He half muttered, feeling embarrassment claw against his chest.

“Tis nothing my friend.” He replied with a playful shove. “We better get going or we’ll be late.”

Eddie nodded, following his friend through the threshold of his room and out the front door. He could feel himself shake as his nerves settled in. As he hopped into Mike’s beat up truck he felt a wave of nausea hit him, suddenly aware of what he was actually doing. He looked over to his friend who smiled kindly to him before turning the ignition.

Eddie was worried, not just for prom but for the boy who had overlooked him completely. He frowned, watching Mike’s dirt road disappear behind them. Derry flew by and as the high school come into view the anxious boy couldn’t remember why he had agreed to this.

He knew his mistake as soon as he caught a glimpse of the scraggly boy all in black but it was already too late to turn back.

The blaring music already echoed through the halls. Eddie cursed and complained, mostly to himself, about his stupid judgment. As they entered the gym he was overcame by a sea of blue, blue banners, tablecloths, decorations. Everything was decorated in a variation of aquatic colors. Mike laughed, mocking the undersea theme, explaining how he had had a crush on Arial from the little mermaid. Eddie couldn’t help but laugh and admit he found Eric oddly attractive.

Not soon after they had passed the photographer they heard an enthusiastic squeal. Eddie turned just in time to catch Beverly in his arms, her smile practically radiating off of her. Mike chuckled, as the small boy struggled to twirl the girl who was half a foot taller than him. As he sat her down he was finally able to take her in, and she looked stunning. Her emerald full length gown glimmered in the dim lighting, her makeup lightly painted on her already beautiful face, it was simple and yet perfect for his ember haired friend.

“God damn Bev, you look gorgeous.” Eddie mused, looking over to her date whose shirt matched her dress. “And Ben doesn’t look to bad either.”

“Us?” Beverly gushed, “Look at you two, you guys are so handsome!”

A blush grew along the small boys face as he shook his head, “I feel like a circus monkey.” He muttered under his breath.

Ben chuckled, fondly patting him on the back, “No she’s right you both look very good in your tuxes.”

Eddie shrugged, feeling suddenly embarrassed by his attire. He smiled politely to his friend, allowing the complement to roll off of his skin. The next to arrive was Bill and Stan, both of them sporting a pink shirt under their suites.

“W-we are fighting t-the system.” Bill explained as he gripped his date’s hand. Stan merely rolled his eyes, a hint of a blush tainting his porcelain skin. Eddie couldn’t help respect the two and the statement they stood for. “S-Stan won’t admit i-it, but he lo-loves it.”

The group admired one another, blissfully unaware of the couple who had snuck up behind them. Eddie was the first to notice the boy’s slick hair and all black attire. He winked at him, his smile causing butterflies to erupt in Eddie’s stomach. “Richie.” The small boy breathed, the name falling from his lips without grace.

Mike noticed Eddie’s sudden ridged stance and looked over to his trashmouth friend. “Hey there Rich.” He announced, offering a polite nod before moving protectively closer to Eddie. “Didn’t see you there.”

Richie smiled, pulling his date with him as he entered the group’s semi-circle. Eddie cringed at the girl’s vulgar attire, feeling his stomach churn as he looked over her overly tight red dress. She was well endowed, and took prom as an opportunity to show off her goods.

“This is Vivian.” Richie mused as he wrapped his arm around his date’s tiny waist. Vivian waved with little enthusiasm, practically dismissing them. “Wowza’s am I right?” He joked, a small smirk growing on his face.

The losers grew silent and Eddie could feel their eyes slowly make their way to him. He felt disgusted, completely dirty with what was in front of him. Richie had ripped his heart out and now, in front of the entire school, he stomped it into pieces. His eyes became heavy from the weight of his tears and he was forced to rub his face against Mike’s jacket just to keep them from falling. Mike subtly gripped his shoulder for support.

Beverly scoffed, “Geez couldn’t find a smaller dress Vivian?”

“At least I have something to show off honey.” Vivian sneered, clutching onto Richie’s shoulder.

“Okay, put away the claws girls, you’re both pretty.” Richie joked, pulling his date tightly against him. The young girl grinned before leaning into Richie, whispering something into his ear. His face suddenly flustered before he cleared his throat, “Well this has been fun you guys. See ya around.” A shit eating grin grew on Vivian’s face as she shot one last look to Beverly before Richie pulled her away from his friends, disappearing in the mass of high school students.

“What a piece of work.” Stan muttered, there was an accumulated agreement between the others before the conversation moved along. Eddie couldn’t help but stare at the place Richie had stood, he imagined what filthy things the girl had whispered into his ear. His chest felt heavy, and it took everything he had not to turn away and leave.

“Y-you okay E-Eddie?” Eddie jumped at the sound of Bill’s voice, pulling him back to reality.

“Yeah.” He lied, biting his lip. “I’m okay.”

The night progressed slowly, eventually Mike had found a girl who had absorbed his attention completely. It had been Eddie’s smooth talking that had earned his friend a dance, to which Mike was extremely grateful. Now Eddie found himself alone, sitting at an empty table while his friends became engrossed in their good time.

Fuck, he hated prom.

“Don’t look so down Eddie.” A voice whispered causing the small boys neck to snap in their direction. Eddie was surprised to find one of Mike’s football friends taking a seat beside him. The losers had met the kid once or twice at a party but his name slipped past Eddie.

“Uh,-” Eddie stuttered, suddenly flustered by the blonde haired boy. “I’m sorry but I can’t seem to remember your name.” He admitted feeling his face heat up at his own embarrassment.

The jock chuckled, “Nick.” He replied softly, leaning in uncomfortably close to Eddie. “I’m one of Mike’s friends.”

“I-uh-yeah I’ve seen you around.” Eddie muttered, leaning back in his chair. He could feel the boys eyes burn his skin as a lustful emotion swirled around in his deep blue pools. This made the small boy uncomfortable, not wanting to be a victim of the jocks advances. “Have-have you seen Mike?” He managed to squeak half heartily.

“I’ve been watching you.” Nick cooed, completely ignoring Eddie’s question. “I don’t see myself as a faggot but I think I can get used to the idea of you under me.”

Eddie’s eyes widened at the blunt statement. He stood from his chair quickly, feeling his chest burn with disgust. “I don’t think so.” Nick whispered, grabbing hold of Eddie’s hand, painfully squeezing his fingers. “Relax there big boy I won’t bite unless you tell me to.”

“Let me go!” Eddie hissed, desperately trying to pull his hand from his grasp. Tears welded in his eyes as Nick’s grip tightened causing Eddie’s fingers to rub against each other. Fear began to build in his stomach as he frantically looked for his friends, desperate for help.

“Hey you should be thankful I’m taking a liking to you.” Nick sneered, standing from his seat and pulling the smaller boy to his chest. “A queer like you would be lucky to end up with someone like me.”

Eddie pushed against the boy’s torso. He could feel Nick’s hot breath against his skin and he swolled the urge to throw up. Hot tears began to burn his cheeks as he fought the unwanted advances. “No, let me go!” Eddie demanded, his voice cracking with emotion.

“Listen here faggot.” Nick hissed, pulling at Eddie’s arm causing him to cry in pain. “You listen good, I’m going to get what so just save us both the trouble and-“

Nick’s harsh voice was suddenly cut short as he was pulled from Eddie. A small protest and a few curse words cut through the air before the jocks face was slammed against the table with a loud clatter. Eddie stumbled backwards, his body falling onto the harsh ground.

“Don’t fucking touch him!” An unforgiving voice bellowed.

“R-Richie?” Eddie chocked, feeling the prom suddenly come to an abrupt stop. People began to move closer to the scene, whispering softly to themselves. Eddie felt a gentle hand pull him from the ground and found Beverly and Ben gripping on to him.

“You better watch yourself Tozier!” Nick shouted, lifting himself from the table. “This has nothing to do with you.”

“Yes it fucking does!” Richie shouted back, his body squaring up to the significantly larger male. “No one touches him like that, do you fucking understand me? He isn’t interested in your advances!”

“Oh I’m sure that little faggot is interested in a lot of things.” He sneered, pointing Eddie. “He can suck my fucking-“His insult was cut short as Richie threw a punch that landed square against his cheek. Nick stumbled back, completely dazed.

“Oh I’m going to beat your ass now.” Nick hissed before pouncing at his opponent, hurling his blows frantically.

Everything happened at once. Eddie’s view was instantly congested by a mixture of Losers and football players as they hurried to break up the brawl. He could just make out Bill and Mike, their arms around the very fired up Richie who shouted over the commotion, “You ever fucking touch him again and I will fucking kill you!”

His voice became further and further away as he was pulled towards the exit, the facility now becoming aware of the incident. Eddie watched him disappear, tears now streaming down his fragile cheeks.

“It’s okay honey.” Beverly’s voice whispered as she pulled him into a hug. “It’s over now, he can’t hurt you.”

But Eddie knew it wasn’t over, not for him.

It took half an hour for things to smooth over, the students slowly becoming captivated by the DJ and the events of the dance. Eddie waited for his friends to return, desperate to see that he hadn’t ruined their prom. He felt guilty for what had happened, even if he knew it wasn’t actually his fault.

Mike and Bill eventually returned, their faces heavy with emotion. Eddie felt his heart drop, knowing what was coming next. “Richie isn’t allowed back.” Bill explained, shaking his head. “The principle is suggesting suspension for the both of them but I doubt he will follow through seeing it was that Nick guys fault.”

Eddie sniffled, feeling his chest tighten. “I’m sorry guys.” He murmured, unable to meet their gaze. “This is all-“

“No it’s not.” Mike replied sternly. “None of this is your fault Eddie. That guy is a douche, he deserved to get his ass kicked.”

“Yeah, who knew Richie had it in him?” Stan joked, only making Eddie feel even worse.

“I think I should go.” Eddie choked, suddenly feeling out of place among his friends. “I don’t want to cause any more trouble.”

“I’ll take you home.” Mike announced, taking a wary step forward.

Eddie shook his head. “No, please stay. I-I don’t want to ruin your prom. I’ll walk home.”

His friends shook their heads, “Here,” Ben muttered, pulling his keys from his pocket. “Take my car home. I’ll have Mike or Bill take us home after.”

“Ben I can’t-“

“Please Eddie?” Beverly interjected, her face riddled with worry. “You can’t walk home with that Nick guy out there. We will just get the car from you tomorrow.”

Eddie sighed heavily, not having the energy to argue. “Okay thanks.” He whispered before accepting Ben’s keys. The Losers said their brief goodbyes, agreeing to see one another tomorrow afternoon so they could tell Eddie about the rest of the night.

As he exited the school a sense of relief washed over Eddie. The cool air kissed his cheek, calming his anxiety. His feet dragged against the asphalt leading to the parking lot and he was suddenly grateful for Ben’s offer. There was no way he would’ve made it walking home, he found himself completely drained from the day, all he wanted to do was get home, rip off the monkey suite, take a hot shower and pass out.

“Heya Eds.”

The sudden voice caused Eddie to nearly jump out of his skin, he clutched his chest trying to slow down his heart. He noticed a darkened figure, their back leaned against the brick wall with a light cigarette between its lips. A sudden terror grew in his stomach, horrified that Nick had come back to finish what he had started.

Instead the figure laughed, pushing itself from the wall and walking into the light. “Relax, it’s just me.” Richie muttered a smirk crossing his face.

Eddie frowned, noticing his swollen cheek and blackened eye. “Your face.” He whispered, closing the space between. He felt his heart flutter as he reached to Richie’s face and cupped his cheek, slowly tracking the yellowing bruise he had received.

Richie grinned, “Pretty handsome huh?” He joked, winching as Eddie’s fingers grazed his skin.

Eddie shook his head, “He hit you pretty hard, you’re lucky he didn’t break your glasses.”

“Na, you should’ve seen him.” He replied, finishing his cigarette and chucking it to the ground. He then gently removed Eddie’s hand from his face, holding his petite palm in his large ones.

Eddie felt his chest tighten but he didn’t dare move, his eyes stared at their conjoined hands and he found himself mesmerized by the simple sight. “Are you okay?” Richie asked, looking at his friend’s long face.

“Yeah.” Eddie replied, “I’m okay.”

“Good.” Richie breathed, releasing their conjoined hands. “I was worried about you.”

Eddie suddenly felt bare, his hands dropping to his side lifelessly. He looked up at his friend and frowned, feeling a low heat burn against his skin. “Why did you do it Rich? Why did you beat that kid up?”

“He hurt you.” Richie replied harshly, “He touched you and I just snapped. “

“I wasn’t your date.” Eddie interjected, feeing a pull in his chest. “I wasn’t your responsibility, you had Vivian to worry about not me.”

Richie scoffed, “Well your date wasn’t paying any attention to you. He had his tongue down some girl’s throat on the dance floor.”

Eddie raised an eyebrow, surprised by the trashmouths cruel tone. “Excuse me?” He asked, taking a step back in amusement. “Mike was not my date.”

“Uh ya he was.” Richie snapped, “You came with him didn’t you?”

“We came stag.”

“Oh bullshit.” Richie bit, “Mike even asked me before hand, if I thought he was going to go after a girl I wouldn’t have told him that I wasn’t going to-“ He stopped, the words abruptly cutting off from the air.

“What?” Eddie asked, “Mike asked you if he could ask me?”

Richie bit his lip, his weight shifting from foot to foot. “Yes.” He breathed, nearly growling, “Yes okay, he wanted to make sure I wasn’t going to ask you.”

Eddie was taken aback, feeling confusion buzz around him. “Well were you?”

There was a pause between then as they just stared at each other, completely engrossed in the others company. Richie moved slowly, stepping towards Eddie and carefully pulling his small waist to him. There was a hitch in Eddie’s breath as Richie leaned down to him, brushing his swollen lips against his. “I wish I did.” Richie whispered, his warm, welcoming breath washing over Eddie’s face.

Eddie smiled, his hands finding Richie’s neck and pulling him down onto his lips. The trashmouth smiled, deepening the kiss as he carefully placed his hand on the small of Eddie’s back. As they pulled apart Richie chuckled, brushing his nose against Eddie’s.

“Wanna get out of here?” Richie whispered, jingling Ben’s the keys that were in Eddie’s hands with one finger.

“Sure.” Eddie replied, “Where are we going to go?”

“As long as I’m with you babe I don’t care.

“I can tell you one thing, I’m never going to prom again.” Eddie hissed, earning a chuckle from the boy beside him

“I don’t know.” He mused. “It had a good ending.”

“Yes. Yes it did.”

#reddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #it #it 2017 #the losers club #it fanficiton

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hanny-writes-spn · 7 years

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A Winning Battle

Word Count: 1800 ish

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: unprotected sex (wrap it up kiddos), oral sex (male and female receiving), bar scene, curse words (I think?), probably really crappy writing.

Summary: Sam and the reader are playing chicken when it comes to admitting their feelings to one another. Who will win?

A/N: I’ve never written smut like this before so please be gentle….. Also, thank you to @like-a-bag-of-potatoes and @melonshino for betaing this for me. And thank you @spnbuddywriters for introducing me to those lovely ladies above. I am so grateful for their friendship :-)

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Bar hopping with the boys after a hunt wasn’t uncommon. In fact, it happened nearly every time none of you were in a rush to find another case to work on. But tonight was different. You were in a bigger city, thus a bigger bar scene which meant dance clubs.

Dean was all for it. He knew there would be a lot of single girls there and he was practically panting when you brought up the idea. Sam wasn’t as thrilled about the plan.

“Sammy, are you coming or not?” Dean asked as you got ready in the motel bathroom. You just finished your last stroke of mascara before walking out into the main room of the motel. Sam was still trying to decide if he wanted to go or not.

“I uh…” Sam sputtered out when he saw you. You felt his eyes trail from your legs to your eyes with his mouth gaping open just a little. Your metallic gray skirt hugged your curves in all of the right places and your matching long sleeve shirt blouse dipped down low enough to give him a good view of your cleavage (x). His gaze landed on your face, which seemed to throw him off guard the most. You caught Sam checking you out here and there, but for the most part, he was all about your face. He thought you were the most beautiful girl in the world; not that he would ever dream of telling you that.

“Yeah… umm I’ll go. Just let me change,” he said quickly before running to the bathroom with a change of clothes.

Dean elbowed you in the ribs and smirked. “You know you’re gonna kill him dressed like that.”

You and Sam were playing an intense, long lasting game of chicken. Both of you were too scared to actually admit your feelings for each other, so all you did was flirt and have awkward sexual tension. But that was hopefully going to change soon.

After applying another layer of gloss to your lips, you pulled your coat on and fluffed your hair. “That’s the plan, Winchester.”

“Well then, I’ll be sure to not come back to the room tonight,”

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The club you chose was crowded. Not uncomfortably crowded, but crowded enough that you had to weave your way to the bar to find a seat. Dean was long gone, probably dancing with the pretty blonde he had his eye on when he walked in, by the time you and Sam found a seat.

Three hours later, you and Sam were laughing freely and having a good time.

“You know, I’ve never been to a club before,” you said to Sam after taking a sip of your fourth whiskey. Sam was working on his sixth beer and he seemed to be loosening up significantly. He had been pretty tense when you first arrived.

“Really? I assumed you wanted to come here so bad because you’ve been to one before…” he trailed off. “So why did you drag Dean and I here?!”

“Okay, first of all….” you hopped off your bar stool then downed the rest of your whiskey. You stood between Sam’s legs that were resting comfortably spread apart and let your hands run up his thighs. “I did not drag Dean here. I only dragged you here.” you winked at Sam, making him blush at your closeness.

“And second of all, I wanted to come here because I wanted to dance. So will you please dance with me, Sammy?” You grabbed onto Sam’s hand, ready to pull him off of his chair but he wouldn’t budge.

He shook his head. “Oh c’mon Y/N, you know I don’t dance…”

You gave him your best puppy dog face, but he still wouldn’t budge. That’s when you decided to bring out the big guns. “Fine. Then I’ll just have to go find some other guy that will want to dance with me.”

He watched you walk into the crowd, regretting not just caving and agreeing to dance with you. He saw you walk up to another man, tap on his shoulder and then whisper in his ear. Sam was feeling less regret now and more jealousy. He didn’t want any other man to dance with you. He didn’t want you taking any other man back to the hotel with you but him.

He watched as the man left kisses on your neck as you both swayed to the music. There was no way he was going to let this happen. He was going to do something about this.

He chugged the remainder of his beer then walked over to you. You saw him coming over and smiled to yourself. Your plan had worked. And you were glad, because this guy was really getting on your nerves.

“Hey man, sorry to butt in but she’s with me.” Sam’s voice dropped a few octaves when he talked to the guy you were dancing with. The guy started off looking defensive, but immediately backed off once he saw how big and intense Sam was.

You smiled and rested your hands on Sam’s shoulders once your dance partner left. “I thought that might work…”

To your surprise, Sam’s hands gently cupped your face while he leaned down and gave you a bruising kiss. You kissed him back with equal fervor, your hands gripped tightly onto his jacket. His tongue slid across your bottom lip as if to ask for entrance, which you gratefully obliged. Your tongues battled for space in each others mouths, both of you winning that battle. Sam pulled away, making you moan at your now vacant lips.

“We need to go back to the motel room… now,” Sam almost growled, his forehead resting on yours.

You grabbed his hand and drug him out the door, pushing anyone that was blocking you from the motel room out of your way.

The two of you barely made it inside the room before ripping each other’s clothes off. Sam pushed you up against the door after discarding your shirt and skirt onto the floor. He left soft, wet kisses down your neck, ending with a few nibbles to your collarbone making you whimper with pleasure.

You removed his many layers, piece by piece, before finally getting to what you wanted. You ran your fingers down his sculpted abs, landing on his growing bulge. He moaned into your mouth when you started palming him through his jeans.

He unhooked your bra then slowly slid the straps off your shoulders. His large hands cupping your now free breasts and gave them a gentle squeeze before latching his mouth onto your left breast. You let your head fall back against the wall as his tongue twirled around your tight nipple.

“So, so beautiful…” Sam breathed against your chest before turning his attention to your other nipple, giving it the same treatment as the first

Your fingers worked his belt off of him then you slowly unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. With his assistance, you pulled down both his pants and boxers in one movement.

You always figured Sam was well endowed, but when you saw the real thing… your breath was taken away. His length was already hard, sticking out with anticipation; you could barely wait to get your lips around it. You wrapped your hand around his cock as you knelt down in front of him, slowly pumping his length. You leaned in slowly, your tongue barely grazed the underside of his dick, making him flex in pleasure. You took him in your mouth, bobbing up and down slowly at first, then faster once you adjusted to his size.You pumped what you couldn’t fit in your mouth with your hand which only seemed to make his experience more pleasureable.

“Christ, Y/N…” Sam breathed again. You got so much satisfaction from hearing him moan incoherent phrases over and over again. You loved the feeling of your mouth wrapped around his cock, and you could tell by the sounds he made that he felt the same way.

Sam urged you to get up, wrapping his arms around your waist as his lips attached to your now swollen lips. His kisses were more urgent this time, eager to get you onto the bed.

“Did you enjoy that, Sam?” your voice dripped with lust.

His hands gripped the back side of your thighs then picked you up, his lips never leaving yours.

“Baby, I’m about to show you just how much I enjoyed that.”

Sam carried you over to the bed and gently laid you down as your legs fell open before him. His thumbs hooked onto your panties, pulling them down agonizingly slow as he left kisses on your legs and inner thighs.

“Baby, you’re soaked… so wet for me…” He looked up at you through his lashes and smiled before focusing again on your aching core. He slid one of his long fingers up and down your folds before sliding it inside of you, curling perfectly with each pump to hit your g-spot. He slid one more finger in and spread them a little as if to prep you for what was to come.

“Oh god… right there, Sammy,” you begged, urged him on and quickened his pace. He dipped his head down between your legs and flicked his tongue over your throbbing clit only making you moan louder.

Between the tongue work and the fingering, you could feel your orgasm building inside of you, the familiar coil tightening in your stomach. “Sam, I’m gonna…” was all you could manage to stutter out.

“Come all over my fingers, baby” Sam pleaded.

The pleasure came in waves as your walls clenched around his fingers. He rode out your orgasm with you, pumping until he knew you were completely finished. He slowly slid his fingers out of your slit and sucked them clean before coming back up to give you a kiss.

“Need you… need you inside of me, Sam,” you practically whimpered into his lips. A sound that resembled a growl escaped from deep within him as he lined his thick cock up to your folds. Slowly pushing in, you both moaned as he stretched your walls to their limit. Once he was fully seated within you, his hand slid up to cup your cheek as he locked eyes with you.

“I love you, Y/N,” Sam whispered as he slowly pulled out and pushed back in again, resting his forehead against yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him impossibly closer to you, placing a passionate kiss to his lips. Your back arched up, his impressive length hitting the exact right spot as if he were made to be inside of you. His pace sped up and before you knew it, you felt the familiar build up of another orgasm.

Sam buried his face into the crook of your neck as your nails dug into his defined back muscles which were now slick with sweat. Grunting and moaning, Sam’s cock finally pushed you over the edge into another round of please; but this one was much more intense than last time.

“Oh Sam…” you shouted, biting into his shoulder to quiet yourself. Sam followed soon after you, your orgasm milking his until he spilled his juices into you. He rolled off of you once he had finished and you both laid there side by side in a euphoric, post orgasm haze. Without a word Sam got up and grabbed a warm washcloth to wash the mess he left behind on you.

You wrapped your arms around his neck once he was done cleaning you both up and pressed a soft kiss on his lips.

“I love you too, Sam Winchester,” you whispered as you stroked his sweat dampened hair back. He smiled, pulling you so the space between you was nonexistent.

“I’m sorry it took so long for me to tell you, it’s just…” Sam trailed off, trying to find the words.

“I know…” you finished for him, saving him the trouble of explaining himself when you were doing the exact same thing to him.

Sam’s fingers gently drew soft circles on your arm when you propped up on your elbow and looked at him. “You know, you never did dance with me…” you said as you narrowed your eyes.

He grinned, pulling your body back down to his. “I was kind of hoping you had forgotten about that…”

“Next time we go to a dance club, you’re dancing with me Sam Winchester,” you said stubbornly.

He pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head and laughed. “If it means that we’ll get to do this again, I’ll do whatever you want, baby”

You couldn’t help but laugh and wrap your arms around his bare midriff, your bodies tangling together as you got comfortable into his side.

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The Pregnant Lady's Guide To The Gym

The Pregnant Woman's Guide To The Gym

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Discover methods to incorporate your fitness actions into your day by day duties. Fats might be burned only when some bodily activities are carried out by your body. So, just take precaution anytime you are understanding and decelerate while you sense that you have overworked - always listen to your physique indicators. Writer: ihtesham Water or aqua aerobics is right for a work out in the course of the summer season months the recent winds make it difficult to carry out every other exercise and the extreme heat makes you sweat. You will want to cut out sure foods out of your eating regimen similar to fizzy excessive sugar drinks, cakes, biscuits, chocolate etc. In addition to this, you will need to lower your intake of carbohydrates. You can all the time try water strolling, which is a medium-excessive-workout of each the higher and decrease body as properly. Except for the fact that we need core energy just for everyday mobility: Many back problems could be easily averted by strengthening your abdominal and lower back muscles, so they can work together to keep you upright. Your legs are engaged with your spine in order that you retain your core power up and can fall much less.

Keep a tight core for each exercise and don’t sag or spherical your back. Flow implies that the train movements are meant to stream into each other to construct power and stamina. Trying into your choices and making an effort to be taught just a little extra about the best machines and tools choices will assist to ensure that better choices are capable of be made. FEMAIL has finished the work for you, choosing 10 of one of the best apps in the marketplace, many of them free, that can assist you train, sleep, and Facebook - visit the site - stay motivated. The best Sneakers for every Workout Health Journal. Which suggests that a quick-paced circuit workout burns as many calories as operating at a 6-minute per mile tempo. It's also good to burn calories. For those with bad knees, the elliptical machine is an effective alternative. Pets want good amount of exercise too.

Your health objectives will outline to a fantastic extent whether or not you can train at home or it's best to be part of a gym. My coach, Ryan Clark, was an excellent match for me,” she says. Dwelling a really sedentary life for a while after which making an attempt to get moving is sure to be onerous. Your forearms get labored in a number of exercises one does which includes bicep curls and collection. Perhaps it's because it is paying homage to a really structured education; perhaps it is because no school scholar needs to stand up at 9 AM to do high school workout routines. Many girls are at a high threat for growing gestational diabetes during pregnancy. They're made from nylon and lycra/spandex materials and have a kind fitting design to reduce water resistance. Which workouts are higher though? Therefore, it's important not to compare workouts of each other, when one is into CrossFit coaching.

Should you don’t like lifting weights or using complex machines, however need something extra intense than Pilates, CrossFit may very well be your thing. Not before. So don’t waste your time. I needed to take my daughter to a speech therapy appointment, by the point we obtained dwelling it was time for lunch. Stop night time time eating. Even in case you did not sleep well, you could really feel much better by getting up and exercising than for sleeping in for another hour. AB Weight Reduction Complement Weight loss program plan was initially not that much properly-preferred because it was confined to a solitary situation. How to avoid wasting Money On-line through the use of Coupon Codes 2. Why do ladies love sneakers and hand baggage so much? Why pay full worth if you don't must. Have you ever thought a couple of health home business? My body was that good friend! You could be doing yourself more harm by over coaching which may end in you well being and wellness being put in danger. We make decisions every day that dictate our priorities and trigger us to say these items when talking about our own well being, happiness, and properly being.

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The Pregnant Lady's Information To The Gym

The Pregnant Woman's Information To The Gym

The ratio of fast have a nervous tic muscles to slower is decide by a few things, and the very first is what you were endowed with at birth. It is very important bring just a few dollars and wear identification only for emergencies. Your body burns fats most effectively each time your heart price is elevated for prolonged periods of time. The four coronary heart fee classes are employed with the integrated heart rate sensors in every handlebar. The exercise becomes even more sophisticated if you're expecting twins. Using this technique of train 3 occasions per week will tighten and clean the skins surface rather shortly. Carried out recurrently for roughly 30 to forty five minutes thrice or 4 occasions a week, it provides you an overall higher and lower body exercise routine. For learners, Nordahl recommends 30 minutes of strolling three days per week.

Michelle Bridges 12 Week Physique Transformation Official Site. The 5 finest Biggest Loser physique transformations and beforeandafter photos from The largest Loser. These exercises are best carried out as a brilliant set, so you do the 2nd exercises instantly after the first then take a relaxation earlier than repeating the primary once more. Land in a large squat with thighs parallel to the ground whereas swinging arms towards right hip until they arrive to relaxation simply exterior proper knee. But at present, when primarily all of our wants are met at arms length, being sedentary is normal. Many over-the-knee and knee-excessive kinds will not be made for people with large calves. Many individuals do so at the beginning of the new Year after they make their resolutions. 24 Hour Fitness Individuals beneath forty ought to hold a stretch for at least 30 seconds. Hold the medicine ball near your chest, then lean again from your hips retaining your again straight. Find a stability ball that is the correct size for you by sitting on the ball and ensuring your hips are simply barely larger than your knees when seated. During the second trimester it is best to discover you get some power again, so it's a very good time to hitch an antenatal exercise class you are able to do in the evenings.

Find methods to incorporate your health activities into your every day duties. Fats will be burned solely when some physical actions are performed by your physique. So, simply take precaution anytime you are understanding and decelerate whenever you sense that you've got overworked - at all times listen to your body indicators. Writer: ihtesham Water or aqua aerobics is ideal for a work out during the summer season months the hot winds make it tough to perform another train and the excessive heat makes you sweat. You'll need to cut out certain foods out of your weight-reduction plan equivalent to fizzy high sugar drinks, cakes, biscuits, chocolate etc. In addition to this, you might want to decrease your intake of carbohydrates. You can always try water walking, which is a medium-high-workout of both the higher and lower body as properly. Other than the fact that we need core power only for everyday mobility: Many back issues may be simply averted by strengthening your abdominal and lower again muscles, so they can work together to keep you upright. Your legs are engaged along with your spine in order that you retain your core power up and will fall less.

Keep a tight core for every train and don’t sag or round your back. Stream implies that the train movements are meant to move into each other to build energy and stamina. Trying into your options and making an effort to learn a bit of extra about the very best machines and tools choices will assist to make sure that higher decisions are capable of be made. FEMAIL has performed the work for you, deciding on 10 of the perfect apps on the market, a lot of them free, that will help you prepare, sleep, and Wiki - visit the site - keep motivated. The very best Sneakers for each Workout Fitness Journal. Which means that a quick-paced circuit workout burns as many calories as operating at a 6-minute per mile pace. It's also good to burn calories. For those with dangerous knees, the elliptical machine is a good alternative. Pets need good amount of train too.

Your fitness targets will outline to an incredible extent whether you'll be able to train at home or you need to be a part of a gym. My trainer, Ryan Clark, was an excellent match for me,” she says. Residing a really sedentary life for some time and then trying to get moving is sure to be onerous. Your forearms get worked in several workouts one does which includes bicep curls and collection. Perhaps it's because it is reminiscent of a really structured education; perhaps it is because no school student wants to rise up at 9 AM to do high school workouts. Many women are at a high danger for growing gestational diabetes throughout pregnancy. They're fabricated from nylon and lycra/spandex materials and have a form fitting design to scale back water resistance. Which workouts are better although? Hence, it is vital not to check workouts of each other, when one is into CrossFit coaching.

If you happen to don’t like lifting weights or utilizing advanced machines, however want one thing extra intense than Pilates, CrossFit could be your factor. Not earlier than. So don’t waste your time. I had to take my daughter to a speech therapy appointment, by the point we received house it was time for lunch. Stop night time time consuming. Even should you didn't sleep effectively, chances are you'll really feel significantly better by getting up and exercising than for sleeping in for one more hour. AB Weight Discount Complement Food plan plan was initially not that much effectively-liked as it was confined to a solitary situation. How to avoid wasting Cash On-line by using Coupon Codes 2. Why do women love shoes and hand luggage a lot? Why pay full worth if you don't should. Have you thought a few fitness home based business? My physique was that pal! You could be doing yourself more hurt by over training which might lead to you well being and wellness being put in danger. We make selections every single day that dictate our priorities and trigger us to say this stuff when talking about our personal health, happiness, and well being.

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