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myveryownfanfiction · 4 years ago

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I laughed as Ben drunkenly swayed in place. He looked at the award in his hand and the pieces that were laying on the floor. I was fairly sober but at this point anyone was more sober than Ben. He looked up at me and shook his head as his laugh joined mine.

“I’ll fix it later.” He picked up the pieces and tossed them onto his desk. He turned back to me and leaned on me when he reached me. “Come here beautiful.” I giggled as he wrapped his arms around my waist.

“I’m proud of you Ben.” I whispered as I ran my fingers through his hair. He closed his eyes and hummed.

“Remember when I used to be fat?” He asked suddenly. I raised an eyebrow. “No. Not just fat but a regular butterball. Bet your fern I was.” He looked over my head just as suddenly, scaring me slightly. Something wasn’t right but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. “You remember we used to say that as kids? You bet your fern. But I was F-A-T.” I shook my head at Ben.

“Why this nostalgia trip?” I asked as I pulled him closer. Ben shook his head.

“I’m not quite sure. It just popped in there.” He pulled me into a kiss, effectively stopping all conversation on the matter. The phone ringing pulled us out of our repreve. “I hear bells.” Ben joked. “I’ll be right back.” I laughed and sat down on the bed, taking off my shoes. I could hear snippets of Ben’s conversation on the phone. Smiling to myself, I got up and leaned in the doorway of the room. Ben looked over at me and my smile fell. Fear was written all over his face. “We’ll come.” He hung up the phone and made his way back over to me. “IT’s back.” I would have fallen if it wasn’t for Ben’s quick reflexes. He sat me back on the bed before going and getting us drinks.

“Are you ok?” I asked. Ben focused on pouring the drinks.

“I don’t think I am sweetheart.” He took a drink before bringing me mine. “Not tonight. Not at all.” I took a sip of my drink before running my finger around the rim several times. “What about you?” Fear had dissipated some and concern was slowly taking its place. I let out a dry laugh.

“Knowing that damn clown is back in Derry?” I shook my head. “I’m with you Haystack. Not tonight. Not at all.” Ben wrapped his free arm around my shoulder and gently pulled me into his embrace. Once we had calmed down a little bit, Ben and I went for a drive to his latest construction site and we went up to the roof. Ben had brought the bottle with him and I watched him carefully as he swayed close to the edge. I was about to reach out and grab the back of his pants when he wrapped his arm around a piece of machinery to keep himself upright. I joined him and wrapped my arms around his waist. We looked out at the city and got stuck in our own flood of memories. Memories I didn’t want to remember and memories I wasn’t even sure I had forgotten to begin with. A smile made its way onto my face as the day I met Ben came flooding back with force.

“You going to stand there all day?” I asked the boy that was standing in the middle of the sidewalk. He jumped with a start and turned around. “School’s out you know.” He nodded and moved to the side to stand next to me. Two girls pushed between us and I made a face at their backs. The boy laughed and looked me in the eyes for the first time. “Well.” I stalled before looking over to see my dad standing next to our car. He looked bored. “So long Ben Hanscom. I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” I smiled at him and waved as I jogged over to my dad. I got in the car and watched Ben wave back before turning back the way he was going originally.

“Who was that?” My dad asked as he looked at me in the rearview mirror.

“Ben Hanscom. He just started school here today.” I answered before starting the reading that was assigned for class. We had been driving for a while before I looked up at the noise my dad had made.

“Look at that Henry Bowers. Cutting up some poor kid again.” My dad slowed down enough to take a look at what was happening next to the bridge. “Someone’s going to call the cops on him one of these days.”

“STOP!” I cried and fumbled with the door handle. I was out of the car before my dad had completely stopped the car. “HENRY BOWERS YOU LITTLE SHIT! LEAVE HIM ALONE!” I ran at Bowers, causing him to turn towards me.

“Look what we have here! Little Miss./Mr. (Y/N). Come for yours?” Bowers laughed. I stopped just short of Bowers, nostrils flared and hands balled into fists.

“You leave Ben alone Bowers.” I growled. “I beat you once. I’ll do it again.” Bowers quickly looked at his cronies before flicking open his knife. “That doesn’t scare me.”

“But this scares the crap out of him.” Bowers lifted Ben’s shirt and went to carve his name in Ben’s stomach. I locked eyes with Ben and he nodded at me. I moved behind Bowers and Ben lifted up to kick Bowers back into me. I locked my arms around Bowers’ arms and threw him back. His knife went flying to the ground as Ben went over the fence. I grabbed the knife and ran to the fence to watch Ben.

“BEN!” I cried as I climbed over the fence and started down after him.

“(Y/N)!” I could hear my dad from behind me. I turned to him and gestured for him to go after Bowers or get someone to help. He nodded as I went down after Ben. I found him and helped him up.

“Did you get the knife?” Ben asked out of breath. I nodded and showed him. We took off through the Barrens before hiding from Bowers. “Thank you.”

“No problem. You’re lucky we took this route home today.” Ben nodded and I looked out hesitantly for Bowers and his gang. I watched as Eddie and Bill got the short end of the stick from Bowers before gesturing for Ben to follow me over to the other boys. “Come on. I’m going to introduce you to a couple of my friends.” I slipped my hand into Ben’s and led him over to where Eddie and Bill were standing.

“Let’s go to Derry.” Ben said finally as he turned back towards me. I nodded and followed him back down to his car. Everything moved in a blur. Before I knew it, I was sitting in a taxi driving parallel with the Barrens. Ben and I looked at each other before recognizing the bridge where Bowers had cornered him. “Pull over here will ya?” Ben asked the driver. We pulled up to the curb and we got out. “Wait for us.” I followed Ben down into the Barrens. “Doesn’t look like it changed in 27 years.” He squatted down by the river.

“I was half expecting Eddie and Bill to be down here if I’m being honest.” I said as I squatted next to him. Ben looked at me and nodded.

“Or Henry Bowers.” He put a hand on my arm to help keep me steady. Some kids running down a hill caught our attention and we watched, memories of when Ben and I had run from Bowers running back into my mind. I ventured a look at Ben and watched as he rubbed his eyes with the heel of his hand. I put my hand on his knee and squeezed gently. He looked back up and took my hand. I continued watching the kids while Ben stood up and walked off. I glanced over at him and knew that this was his personal moment of being back in Derry. The one that Pennywise would ruin. Mine had come when we had gone over the state lines.

‘Leaving Derry’ stood in stark contrast to the green trees. I squeezed Ben’s hand and laughed as we sped out of the town.

“Goodbye Derry! Hope I never have to smell you again!” I screamed at the top of my lungs. Ben laughed and pulled me closer.

“I thought it was Richie with the one-liners.” He joked. I shook my head as the laughter kept coming.

“He’s not the only one.” I leaned over and kissed Ben’s cheek. “Besides, we’re finally outta this dump.” Ben nodded and looked over at me with the biggest smile I had ever seen on his face. He floored the car and the wind whipped through my hair. I looked back to make sure that the top of the car was properly latched and stood up in the car. Ben held onto the back of my pants as I screamed with joy. “FUCK YOU DERRY! I AIN’T EVER COMING BACK TO THIS ASSHAT TOWN!” I plopped back down in my seat as Ben tore out of town.

When I had come out of the memory, I had seen Pennywise sitting on the ‘Welcome to Derry’ sign. He had waved and I had ignored him. I was always good at that. Everyone else was seriously affected by him but for whatever reason I wasn’t. I looked up in surprise as Ben came back. He had a haunted look on his face and we both snapped to attention as the kids ran past. I put a hand on Ben’s arm and squeezed.

“I’m going to head back to the car.” I said. Ben nodded before taking my hand and kissing the knuckles. “Too many memories too fast too soon.” I joked as I started back up the slope. I opened the car door and got in.

“Reliving your childhood down there?” The driver asked as we waited for Ben. I looked out the window towards the Barrens.

“Something like that.” I muttered as I watched Ben round the taxi to get back in. He got back in and I quickly took his hand. The driver started back down the road. I leaned my head on Ben’s shoulder. “You look shaken. Everything alright?” He shook his head and leaned his head on top of mine.

“I’ll tell you later.” He said. I nodded before Ben sat up and moved forward. “Are you seeing that?” I followed his gaze and let out a small gasp. Pennywise stood there with a balloon waving at us as we passed him. Ben and I turned to watch him as the taxi passed him. Turning back around, I nearly screamed before Ben’s hand came down on my thigh to silence me. A yellow balloon was in the car with us and as it slowly turned, we saw it said ‘Turn Back Now’.

“Ben.” I let out shakily. He nodded as he rolled down the window and gently ushered the balloon outside where it bounced down the road.

“I know (Y/N). I know.” He rolled the window back up and gathered me into his arms. He pressed a kiss to my head and I gripped his shirt. “I won’t let him get you. You can bet your fern.” Another kiss was pressed to my head, making me smile. “I promise.”

“I promise too Ben.” I said before kissing his cheek and settling back against his chest.

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phthalology · 5 years ago

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john prine, who wrote the song that gave me the title “shoot the moon between the eyes,” has been hospitalized with covid-19. I know his music primarily second hand, through folk singers who cover it (josh ritter, jeffrey foucault), but to whom does a fanfic writer owe any well-wishes other than the person who wrote the long verse only slightly related to their story?

#covid-19

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impala-dreamer · 7 years ago

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Bad Medicine

SPN FanFic

~Sometimes, as a hunter, you gotta go undercover. And sometimes, going undercover leaves you very exposed.~

Dean x Reader, Sam

5,390 Words or there abouts #oops

Warnings: Talk of murder! A Case! Saucy language! Strippers! Stripper!Dean! Nakedness! Implied Sexual Activity! Man thongs! PG13.

A/N: This was a long time working. Based on a tiny comment in a drabble by @roxyspearing who graciously let me roll with it. I think this is hilarious, but what do I know?

Feedback is GOLD ~ My Masterlist ~

Y/N and Dean made their way into the kitchen in search of caffeine, neither of them surprised to see a bright-eyed and bushy-tailed Sam hunched over his laptop at the table.

“Mornin’!” he greeted them loudly, making Y/N cringe; the case of beer she’d helped Dean empty the night before banging loudly in her skull. Sam didn't notice or seem to care about her hangover and sat back, pointing at his computer. “So, get this…”

Dean held up a hand, begging for silence as he shuffled to the coffee pot. “No. It's too early for that. Gotta let me get some coffee in me before you start with that crap.”

Y/N nodded in agreement while she took a seat, groaning as her head dropped to the tabletop. “What he said.”

“OK,” Sam sighed and closed his laptop. “If you don't want to hear about the strippers, it can wait.”

Dean's head snapped around so quickly he pulled a muscle in his shoulder. “Stippers? What now?” He looked to Sam with a dumbstruck expression and waited patiently for more.

Sam crossed his arms and shrugged smugly. “No, it’s fine, you don’t want to hear about it.”

Y/N lifted her head in interest, her eyebrows raising as she waited for an argument to ensue.

Dean set his mug down and grabbed the laptop, spinning it around to face him as he sat down. “Gimmie that.” He raised the screen and blinked his bleary eyes while he scanned the article. Y/N slyly snatched his coffee and sipped it gratefully as Dean’s face lit up.

“So?” she asked over the rim of the mug. “Strippers?”

Dean’s eyes grew wide with a ridiculous smile. “Strippers,” he nodded. “Lots of strippers. Dead ones, too.”

Y/N frowned and smacked her lips. “Eww.”

Sam sat forward and reclaimed his computer with a sigh, having had enough of Dean’s teenage behavior. He cleared his throat and laid out the details for Y/N. “Beksley, West Virginia. Seven exotic dancers have gone missing over the last few months, all from the same strip club. A few of them have been found, but only parts of them.”

Y/N’s stomach, already sour from the beer, gurgled in protest. “Which parts?” she dared to ask.

“Uh,” Sam shrugged and scrolled down a bit. “Bits of hair, a few teeth…”

“Glitter,” Dean chimned in with a smirk that neither tablemate returned.

“That’s not funny, Dean,” Y/N chastised him.

He stammered, “Well, no, but…”

“Those girls are somebody’s daughters,” she scolded.

“Oh, come on!” Dean sighed and looked to Sam for help, but his brother frowned and gave him a look, silently agreeing with Y/N. “They get paid more than we ever will, and I’m sure they’re…” He waved his hand, trying to come up with a good answer. “...working their way through med school or whatever… Shut up.”

Again, Sam cleared his throat, putting an end to Dean’s pain. “Anyway, I think we should go check it out.”

The drive took only twelve hours under Dean's lead foot, and the trio had a look around after checking into the Bluebird Motel off the back highway.

The town was small, but felt like a big city in its bustling downtown and grimy sidewalks. Mom and Pop stores lined Main Street, and the townsfolk were generally pleasant, nodding hello with gentle smiles as they scurried past the impressively suited federal agents that surveyed the area.

“Oh, that place is disgusting. A real black mark on our town,” Mrs. Ritter, the blue-haired owner of Minnie’s Bakery commented as Y/N casually questioned her about the strip club.

“I'm sure it is,” Y/N nodded in sympathetic agreement. “Can you tell me, Ma'am, did you know any of the victims?”

Mrs. Ritter sneered as she handed Y/N a white paper bag filled with homemade jelly donuts. “Absolutely not. I wouldn't go near any of them.”

Y/N smiled kindly, biting her tongue at the hate the old woman was spewing on the poor dead women. “Of course not. Well, thank you very much for your time.”

Sighing with annoyance, Y/N met up with the guys outside the little shop, tossing the bag of pastry at Dean who grinned excitedly.

“People in this town are really nasty,” she said with a nice eye roll.

“Really?” Sam shrugged. “They seem nice.”

“They're all extremely huffy about the strip club,” she explained. “Dude in the hardware store slammed his fist on the counter when I asked about it. Creepy.”

“This place is weird,” Dean agreed as he shoved half a donut in his face. “Dere’s no ar effer.”

Y/N and Sam titled their heads in tandem confusion and Dean swallowed his massive bite. “There's no bar either,” he clarified. “Except the club. And technically that's not even in town. The property is right on the town border. So two-thirds of the parking lot are in Beksley, and the actual building is in Manook.”

Again, Sam and Y/N seemed genuinely confused and Dean scoffed as he took another, albeit smaller, bite. “What? I did my research. You two clowns were out chatting up the locals and I was digging through the real dirt.”

“Huh, OK.” Sam frowned and nodded as he pondered the information. “So what do you think we're dealing with?”

Dean shrugged and dug out another donut. “I don't know, but these things are heavenly.”

Y/N chuckled as he shoved another pastry down his gullet, and white sugary dust settled on his sports coat. “Glad you like them,” she said and turned to Sam. “I have zero theories. What kind of monster attacks strippers and leaves random body parts behind?”

Sam sighed and bit his lip. “No clue.”

“E hood o to da flub.”

“Dean, would you please swallow before you talk? You're going to choke.” Y/N rolled her eyes, but secretly enjoyed watching him enjoy himself.

Dean swallowed dramatically and wiped his mouth with his fingers, then popped them between his lips one by one to lick them clean. “We,” he said, slowly and clearly, “should go to the club next. Check out the chicks...um… clues.”

“Agreed,” Y/N sighed, adding quickly with an exasperated sigh, “about the clues.”

Dean chuckled as he rolled down the top of the donut bag and spun around towards the car. “Nothing I love more than working a case with real strippers.”

Y/N clear her throat and glared at Dean who gave her an apologetic smirk. “And you…” he said, trying to weasel his way out of the dog house.

“Shut up and drive, Winchester,” she sassed, and opted for the back seat, wrenching the door open in a huff.

Sam laughed over the hood of the Impala at Dean who cringed. “You do this to yourself, you know.”

Dean rolled his eyes and threw himself into his seat. “Yeah, yeah, yeah... shut up.”

The Cat Scratch Lounge was a strip club straight out of a bad movie. The lighting was dim, save for pink neon around the bar and stage, the music was painfully loud, and the decorator seemed to own stock in the red crushed-velvet industry.

Y/N and Sam took in the surroundings with their noses in the air, each trying to figure out how they could avoid touching the floor, while a wide-eyed Dean grinned like a fool.

“You really are enjoying yourself, aren't you?” Y/N asked as his gaze became locked to the stage.

Dean laughed and then calmed himself when he saw her disapproving eyebrow raise. “I'm sorry,” he murdered pathetically.

Y/N shook her head and moved away, not really mad, but enjoying keeping him on edge. Dean was Dean, she knew, and no amount of feminist ranting was going to change him. Not that she'd want to anyway.

They split up and slyly interrogated a few of the patrons, chatted up the bartenders, and sniffed for clues. An hour later, they met back up at the car, having gotten exactly nowhere.

“Well that was a bust,” Dean sighed, folding his hands on the roof.

“We need to talk to the girls,” Sam said simply.

“I'm all outta twenties, Bro,” Dean joked. “Can you spot me?”

Y/N let out a breath filled with annoyance. “No one's going to talk to you anyway, ya Horn Dog. You pay them and they'll just rub all up on you and tell you how pretty you are.”

Dean cocked his head and laughed. “What exactly do you think a lapdance is, Y/N/N?”

“My point is,” she said, tossing her hands in the air. “We need to talk to them...off the clock. Gain their trust. Someone had to have seen something.”

“What would be better,” Sam interjected, “is to have one of us backstage.”

Y/N and Dean looked to Sam with exceptionally opposite reactions. Dean’s face lit up at the exact speed that hers fell.

Sam crossed his arms and went on. “No one's going to talk. The owner is clueless and everyone else is scared or not willing to think about what's happening. I think we need to set a trap and wait.”

“Are you suggesting that one of us goes...” she paused and crossed her arms, mimicking Sam's stance. She knew what he was saying, but didn't want to believe it. “Undercover?”

Sam nodded and Dean chuckled.

“Well, only one of us looks good in stilettos…” Dean grinned and wiggled his brows at Y/N.

“I hate you.” She looked to Sam who gave her a sympathetic smile, and then rolled her eyes as she agreed. “Fine! Fine! Use me as bait. I'll just roll in there and chat up the Glitter Squad and wait for some monster to eat me. Makes perfect sense.”

“I'm sorry, Y/N.” Sam sighed.

“I'm not,” Dean smirked.

Once again, Y/N yanked open the back door with just enough force to show her displeasure. “Of course you're not.”

“Hey,” Dean whispered once they were settled inside the car. “You bring that red lacy thing with the straps and the things cut out? You should wear that.”

Dean wasn't sure what hit the back of his head, but it felt strangely like Y/N’s shoe.

Back in the room, Y/N locked herself in the bathroom, getting ready for her stage debut, while Sam hit the books. There wasn't a thing in John's journal that remotely mimicked the killings in town, but after digging through the Men of Letters’ Archives on his tablet, he had formulated a hunch.

“Hey, so…”

Dean looked up from his phone, waiting for Sam to continue, but Sam was actively reading something and his lips were still.

“Sam?”

“Huh?” His head twitched as he tossed a bit of hair back into place.

“You started talking…” Dean said, “and didn't...finish.”

Sam looked over at his brother, confused for a brief second before snapping back into reality. “Oh, yeah. Sorry.” He stood up and brought his tablet over to Dean. “You ever hear of Bacchus?”

“The fat guy with the grapes?” Dean asked, peering at the screen.

“The Roman god of wine?” Y/N appeared by the bathroom door, her hair curled and shining, her makeup exaggerated and fierce. The boys both turned their heads and stared with gaping mouths. Y/N huffed and set her hands on her hips, but that only drew attention to the fact that they were bare. Her tight leather mini skirt did not quite meet her bright red tank top, but neither brother seemed to mind this hint of flesh. Y/N cleared her throat, but neither man dared blink, so she sighed and grabbed her black peacoat, covering herself and pulling the sash tight. “You two are pigs,” she said.

Sam regained himself quickly, blinking and shying away. “Sorry, Y/N. You...look very nice.”

“Thank you, Sam.”

Dean let out a noise that was almost a word but more of a bunch of words shoved into one syllable. Y/N shook her head, seething with annoyance, and focused on Sam and his findings.

“So Bacchus. What's up with him?”

Sam handed her the tablet, but explained anyway. “Well, little known fact, Bacchus is actually the bastardized version of Dionysus, who basically governed the same things, except she liked to dine on the flesh of her worshipers and partygoers. Bacchus just liked to get everyone drunk and happy.”

Y/N chewed the inside of her cheek while she thought it over. “So, you're thinking this Greek Goddess is in town having some snacks...just randomly?”

“Good,” Dean said suddenly.

“What!” Y/N snapped at him.

“You look good,” he replied, licking his lip and trying to refocus.

Y/N laughed dispute her annoyance. “Thanks. Jerk.”

“Yes,” Sam said, speaking over the two like a teacher calling his class to attention. “It would seem to be random, but…” He took back the tablet and swiped through some pages. “I found a spell to call the gods. What if…”

Y/N’s eyes sparkled as she caught his drift. “Pissed off townsfolk invoked the god to come clear out the riff raff?”

Sam nodded. “Yup.”

“That's uncalled for,” Dean said sadly. “What'd those girls ever do but try to bring some joy to people's lives? What a waste.”

“So how do we kill a god?” Y/N asked, stepping over Dean's mock sympathy.

“It's surprisingly not that hard,” Sam said with a chuckle. “We just have to draw her out.”

“Which means, I'm definitely going up on stage tonight.” Y/N looked towards the door, wondering if there was any chance she could sneak away. Her bucket list had never included stripping, but there was really no way out of it. “Awesome.”

Dean swung his legs over the side of the bed and grabbed Y/N’s hand, pulling her over to him. “Hey. You're gonna do great. And Sammy and I are gonna be right there the whole time. Nothing is gonna happen to you.”

Y/N looked down at him with narrowed eyes. “Do you think I'm worried about being bait? Dean, we've played this con a hundred times.”

“Then what are you worried about?”

“Uh, taking my clothes off in front of a room full of strangers?”

Dean laughed so hard it made Y/N laugh too, and poor Sam retreated to his chair by the door.

“You,” Dean said, pulling her closer still. “Are so beautiful…” He kissed her cheek. “So sexy…” A press of lips to the other side. “No one is gonna be able to take their eyes off of you.”

Y/N tried to fight it, but she felt her cheeks grow warm under his attention. “You think so?”

“Baby,” he said honestly, cupping her face in both hands. “I know so.”

After their kiss lasted longer than ten Mississippis, Sam decided to seek shelter elsewhere, and went to prep the weapon they needed to take down the goddess. He said goodbye, but he doubted very much Dean or Y/N could hear him over their own sloppy noises.

Armed and somewhat prepared, the Winchesters and Y/N drove back to the club. The night was clear and cool; the stars shining bright over the countryside.

Dean parked in the lot and the boys watched as Y/N made her way to the backdoor, wobbling slightly in her stilettos on the uneven pavement.

“She'll be fine,” Sam said, nodding as Y/N talked to the bouncer who answered the door.

“I know. She's amazing.” Dean agreed, squinting into the dark, trying to see her more clearly.

The conversation didn't appear to be going the way Y/N wanted, and Dean watched as she turned up the charm, kicking her left foot out to pop her hip. The flirting got her exactly nowhere, and Y/N shuffled back to the car in a huff.

“Well boys, I got good news and bad news.”

Sam turned around fully, and Dean tossed his arm over the back of the seat.

“What happened?” Sam asked.

Y/N grinned and then cleared it away, trying to look professional. “Tonight is Ladies’ Night,” she explained. “As in, ladies come to watch.” Neither guy was picking up the hint so she went on. “More specifically, to watch the ameature male stripper competition that is starting in an hour.”

Sam’s eyes glazed over with legitimate fear, but for Dean, it took a moment longer to sink in. Y/N raised an eyebrow and stared at him until it clicked, watching as his smile faded into apprehension.

“You mean?”

Y/N grinned. “Yup! One of you hotties is gonna have to step up and take one for the team!”

Dean physically recoiled, pulling his arm from the seat and sinking into the space between the door and the steering wheel. Sam looked down and away, rolling his tongue along his inner cheek as he visualized their predicament.

At the exact same moment, the brothers came to the same conclusion, and each raised a balled fist. They brought their hands down slowly, then back up again, three times in all, before revealing their choices. Sam knocked Dean’s scissors away with a crushing rock, and Dean stifled a yell as he hit the steering wheel in defeat.

“Son of a bitch!”

Y/N could hold back her glee no longer, and let loose with a roaring laugh that sent her head flying back against the leather seat. “You...never...win...that!” she cackled and Sam started to shake as well.

“Hey,” Sam interjected in between laughs, “he won once.”

“Alright, alright, enough!” Dean bellowed, tossing his hands up in surrender. “Whatever. You both suck.” His face was bright red, and he looked to Y/N in the mirror, but she couldn’t hold a straight face. “Wait, what was the good news?”

“Huh?” Y/N stopped laughing long enough to sit up and listen.

Dean rolled his eyes. “You said you had good news and bad news. What was the good news?”

Y/N struggled to contain her laughter. “That one of you were going to have to strip. I thought that was clear.”

“I thought that was the bad news.”

Y/N leaned forward and clamped a hand on Dean’s shoulder. “That depends on where you’re sittin’, Sweetheart.”

It took twenty minutes of meditative deep breathing, instructed by Sam, and a pep talk from Y/N before Dean would get out of the car.

Y/N went with him, as she’d already been seen by the bouncer, and signed her nervous boyfriend up for a fun night of exposition. Unlike the first time they had entered the club, Dean looked around in panic rather than awe, and Y/N made sure to squeeze his hand a little tighter as they made their way through the velvet wonderland.

“You got this, Babe,” she whispered in his ear before planting a firm kiss on the corner of his mouth.

Dean nodded and let out a quick breath. “Yeah. I got this.” He squared his shoulders and turned away, stepping through the dark red curtain and into the unknown.

Y/N was stationed close to the stage, trying to act like all the other drunk ladies that surrounded the empty pole, waiting patiently for the show to begin. She chewed on the straw in her vodka tonic as her eyes swept the room, looking for anything suspicious. She nodded subtly at Sam when he walked in, their eyes meeting for just a second before he slipped away against the back wall, just another figure in the dark.

The music was loud, and the place stunk of booze and perfume, but otherwise, nothing crazy was happening. Sam had his eye on one of the bouncers, and Y/N’s attention kept turning back to the young, blonde bartender who looked like she should be up on the stage instead of slinging drinks.

When the show began, Y/N found it a little harder to focus on the suspects, her eyes kept traveling to the stage. It was truly ridiculous, seeing grown men of various body types prance about the glowing pink stage and shed their clothing. Still, Y/N allowed herself a few peeks of the flesh being presented for her approval.

After the fourth contestant, Y/N’s phone buzzed, and she looked down to see a text from Dean.

‘Y/N! Help!’

Kicking herself for letting her guard down, Y/N’s head shot up and she searched the room for Dean. Panic was replaced by a small laugh when she saw his head sticking out from behind the curtain to her left.

“You OK?”

“No,” Dean said, looking at Y/N with the most pathetic puppy eyes.

“Did you see something? What happened?”

Dean shook his head, his forehead wrinkled with worry. “I can’t do this, Y/N/N,” he said in a pained whisper.

Y/N rolled her eyes and laughed at him. “Yes, you can.”

“No.” Dean insisted, gripping the velvet curtain he hid behind. “I really can't. I'm not a stripper!”

“Dean, you strip for me like every night.” Y/N winked, hoping to distract him and get him to see the comedy of the situation.

“That's different. And no one else is around.”

Y/N nodded, but smirked. “Well, except that one time Sam was in the room…”

Dean gasped. “That's not...shut up, that’s different. I can’t do this.”

“Oh, but it was OK when it was gonna be my ass up on the stage?” Y/N sassed and crossed her arms, done with his fussing. Her tone closed his mouth, and Dean looked away, biting his lip. The mix of embarrassment and worry in his eyes melted her heart and Y/N reached out to lay a hand on his. “Dean, if you really don’t want to, that’s fine. We’ll figure out something else. It’ll just take longer, but it’s fine. You don't have to.”

Y/N could see him debating the options, weighing out the pros and cons of four quick minutes on stage versus another week or so in a town with no bar. “How do we know this thing’ll even go after me? It's always after chicks.”

“I don't think it cares what it eats,” Y/N told him honestly. “And besides,” she smirked, “one look at those juicy thighs of yours, it'll be dying for a taste.”

Dean’s eyes snapped back to hers and his jaw dropped. “That's not funny!”

Y/N laughed and patted his cheek. “Come on, Dean, it’s a little funny.”

Dean was not amused.

Y/N batted her eyes and pouted. “I love you?”

“Shut up.”

And with that, Dean disappeared back behind the red curtain.

Y/N went back to her spot, shot Sam a reassuring look, and ordered another drink. Dean would be fine, she knew, but she still felt a little bad. Maybe she should have gotten him drunk first… that always seemed to help.

"Alright alright, ladies…” The DJ’s voice boomed over the crowd as a familiar guitar riff filled the air. “...coming to the stage…” Y/N’s eyes lifted to the curtain. “Ready to cure whatever’s ailin' ya…give it up for Doctor...Sexy!"

As the drums kicked in, a cowboy boot peeked out from the break in the curtain. Y/N watched as the boot slid out, accompanied by a leg clad bright green hospital scrubs. Tentatively, the man pushed through the curtain, and Y/N gasped in delighted shock as Dr. Sexy, M.D. made his stage debut. Dean had scrounged up the perfect costume: a white lab coat atop ugly scrubs, his boots, and a stethoscope slung around his neck.

‘Your love is like bad medicine… bad medicine is what I need… oh whoa oh…’

It was clear from his expression that Dean did not pick the song, but he went along with it, slowly making his way across the stage. The women in the front row went wild as he flashed a grin, and Y/N watched as their cheering worked magic on him. His confidence seemed to grow as wide as his smile, and Dean spun around, coyly slipping out of his lab coat as he shook his ass for the crowd.

‘I ain't got a fever, got a permanent disease...and it'll take more than a doctor to prescribe a remedy…’

With the lab coat tossed aside, Dean locked his hands around the stethoscope and pulled it slowly back and forth across his shoulders as he faced forward again. A particularly drunk brunette at the front of the stage stood up and waved a wad of bills at Dean, who smirked and leaned down, flipping the stethoscope off of his shoulders and onto hers. She screamed and shoved the bills in his chest pocket before falling back into her seat.

‘That's what you get for falling in love… you get a little, but it's never enough…’

Y/N watched from her spot in the corner as Dean soaked up all the love from the room. He was totally over his nerves, and teased the crowd by lifting the hem of his shirt just enough to give a sneak peek of his tummy.

‘That's what you get for falling in love… and now this boy's addicted. ‘cause your kiss is the drug…’

In one quick motion, Dean peeled off his shirt and held it aloft, twirling it in the air as the ladies went crazy. He whooped and hollered, and sent the shirt flying off into the shadows behind him. If Y/N didn’t know any better, she’d be sure he’d done this before.

‘Shake it up, just like bad medicine… there ain't no doctor that can cure my disease…’

Dean was full on dancing at this point, running a hand down his smooth chest and popping his hips to thunderous applause. Y/N was trying to watch the crowd, inspecting each face to weed out the murderous god, but it was getting harder to focus.

‘Bad, bad, medicine…’

Suddenly, Dean jumped and spread his bowed legs wide. His hands flew down to his thick thighs and Y/N nearly fainted when he ripped away the fake scrubs, popping the snaps down along his legs.

‘There ain't no paramedic...going to save this heart attack…’

Dean Winchester stood under the bright spot light, naked but for his brown cowboy boots and a bright red thong that barely held his package in place.

‘That's what you get for falling in love…’

Y/N’s eyes glazed over as she watched Dean dance over to the pole center stage. He lifted one leg, and hooked his knee around the metal, holding on with his left hand as his right waved and invisible lasso above his head. As Dean humped the pole, riding it like a horse off into the neon pink sunset, Y/N’s mind filled with a thousand ideas, and she started making a list of all the things she was going to do to him when the case finally closed.

‘Shake it up, just like bad medicine...your love's the potion that can cure my disease…’

Dean finished to a round of applause that nearly drowned out Bon Jovi’s wailing. He flashed Y/N a quick wink before parting the curtain with an exaggerated wave of his hands and disappearing into the back.

‘Bad, bad medicine.’

Y/N was still staring dreamily at the stage when Sam tapped on her shoulder. She jumped up, startled from her fantasy, and nearly spilled her drink.

“Fuck, Sam!”

“You OK?” he laughed.

“I mean, yeah. Way to give a girl a heart attack.”

Sam raised a brow and teased her a bit. “I figured Dean already did.”

Y/N’s eyes glazed over again as Bon Jovi played in her head. “Mhmm.”

Sam shook his head and moved out of the light as the DJ took the stage once more to announce the winners. One by one, the runners up came to take a final bow, and when second place was announced, a shout of surprise left Y/N’s lips.

“Doctor Sexy!”

The crowd cheered, waiting for the handsome doc to return, but Dean did not reappear.

“Paging Doctor Sexy!” The DJ tried again, but the curtain was still. “OK...moving on…”

Y/N didn't wait around to see who took home the grand prize. She and Sam snuck backstage just in time to see the tiny blonde bartender whacking Dean over the back of the head with an industrial sized bottle of baby oil.

“You bitch!” Y/N yelled as she raced forward. Dean slumped to the floor and the interrupted deity took off, rushing towards the fire exit. Sam gave chase as Y/N collected Dean from the ground, pausing to wipe a mess of glitter from his sweaty brow.

His eyes fluttered open as she lay his head carefully in her lap.

“Hey, baby,” she smiled.

“Did I… did I win?” he asked, blinking up at her, only slightly concussed.

Y/N nodded and gave him a gentle smile as she caressed his cheek. “You did great, Dean. You took second place!”

In the distance, a shot rang out as Sam took down the offending god with a magical bullet, and Dean frowned up at Y/N. “Second place?” he groaned. “Son of a bitch. Fuckin’ Bon Jovi…”

Y/N would have laughed, but Dean passed out in her arms then, and she found it just a bit tacky to giggle.

“Second place. Second place. Did they see my pole work? I was freaking amazing out there.”

Y/N nodded from the bed, watching with a smile as Dean paced the room, lamenting his loss. “You were great, babe. Totally hot.”

“Second place? Come on! That fireman guy had nothing on me. Did you see what I did with the stethoscope? Did you see?”

“Yes! I saw! It was awesome!” Y/N said quickly, hoping he would stop his belly aching. Sam had gone out to grab dinner from Biggerson’s, using the gift card that Dean had won as his prize, and she really didn’t want to spend their limited alone time crying over a contest he didn’t even want to enter.

Dean spun around to face her, his mouth drawn in a ridiculous frown. “I was good,” he said with a pout.

Y/N stood up slowly and went to him, taking his hand firmly in hers as she tried her best to comfort him. “You were the best, baby.” She kissed his hand, but his frown remained. “Absolutely the best.” A hand on his chest, a kiss to his cheek. “Not a dry seat in the house.” That one made him break, and he bit back a laugh, enjoying playing the victim.

“You think so?”

“Oh, most definitely. I know I was excited.” Her lips met his finally as she kissed his troubles away. She licked her lips when she pulled back and looked up into his eyes with devious intent. “Show me that thing again?” she whispered. “The thing you did with your hips…”

Dean pursed his lips and raised an eyebrow as his hands settled on her ass. “Which thing? This thing?” He pulled her close as he rolled his hips forward, pressing himself between her legs.

“That's the one!”

Sam should have known better, should have seen the signs, but he was tired. Three takeout bags and a six pack were balanced in his arms as he fumbled with the room key, barely noticing the obvious noises that sounded behind the door. He kicked it open and stumbled inside, dropping the bags on the table before turning to close the door.

“Heya, Sammy!”

Sam turned towards Dean’s voice at the exact wrong moment and got an eye full for the second time that day. “Jesus!”

Dean laughed from his spot on the floor, hovering over Y/N who hid her face in shame. “You can just call me Dean,” he said with a cocky grin.

“God, I’ve seen enough of your ass today!” Sam shouted as he spun back towards the door.

“Well, I’d leave now, then.” Dean warned as he rolled onto his side, pulling Y/N with him. “Or you’re gonna see a whole lot more!”

*If you read this far, won’t you please let me know? all it takes is one click of one little heart...*

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littletroubledgrrrl · 1 year ago

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John Ritter was sexy AF, but I'm thinking of deleting these fanfics I've typed about him and his famous Jack Tripper character in the past.

#john ritter #landslide #70s #fanfiction

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rawiswhore · 2 years ago

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Jack Tripper x Fem Reader- "Empty Apartment"

I hope people reading this fanfiction won't be offended by it, so viewer discretion is advised.

There isn't really anything too awful in this fanfic, though some female readers may find it problematic.

Although, will anyone really read this fanfic? Maybe my followers will...

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"Three's Company" was a hugely popular sitcom in the late 1970's, during that time it was even the highest rated show on television.

And the late 70's was during "Three's Company"'s heyday, when the main cast consisted of John Ritter, Joyce Dewitt and Suzanne Somers.

"Three's Company" was a sitcom about a man who lives with 2 other women in an apartment.

In professional wrestling magazines in the 1970's, these magazines would often show pictures of 2 beautiful women doing apartment wrestling, where these pretty, slender women in bikinis would put pin each other down in submission moves, pull each other's hair, and strangle and choke each other.

This proceeded the WWE/F's catfights, bra & panties matches, mud/gravy/pudding wrestling and other fetish matches the company made their women's division do when the company was rated TV-14.

Even though professional wrestling was arguably not yet a global phenomenon and household name in the late 1970's with a few exceptions, and because "Three's Company" was a show set in an apartment, there was an episode of "Three's Company" that aired in 1978 about a woman who moved to the apartment Jack, Janet and Chrissy lived in.

She didn't move into their apartment room, she was a new guest that moved into an empty apartment room.

And that woman was played by you.

Since Jack was a ladies man, during this episode he met you, where you smiled as you talked with him.

You were seemingly flirting with him and invited him to your apartment room later on in this episode.

When Jack was in your apartment's living room, he found out about your hobby.

Your hobby...was apartment wrestling.

With a smile on your face and wearing a short silky bathrobe that covered your body, you undid your bathrobe and let it drop to the floor, revealing yourself in a bikini.

If that wasn't enough, you had another beautiful slender woman dressed in a bikini with you inside of your apartment's living room.

While you and this woman stood on top of a rug in the middle of the room, you and this woman proceeded to wrestle each other in these bikinis.

You stood behind this woman and grabbed one of her arms, where you twisted and pulled her arm which caused her to scream in pain.

Your other hand grabbed her wrist rather tightly, and your hand let go of her arm but your forearm draped across her neck, where you pretended to choke her.

She screamed as your forearm squeezed across her neck.

Jack stood there completely flabbergasted and shocked.

His eyes grew wide and his eyebrows raised while his jaw nearly dropped.

His jaw didn't drop wide open, but it may as well have.

Jack wasn't sure to be sexually aroused or disgusted.

You then dropped down to the floor causing the woman to fall on the floor with you, where you straddled her on her back as she laid on the carpet.

Your hand let go of her wrist but your hand did grab a handful of her hair and pulled it back, where she screamed as her eyes were closed.

Secretly, Jack probably wouldn't mind being sandwiched in between you and this other woman you're wrestling, though would Jack enjoy wrestling with you?

Jack quickly approached to you in worry and fear, although his eyes weren't wide and his eyebrows weren't raised.

"Are you okay?" Jack asked in concern to you, asking you loud enough for you and her to hear.

You and this other woman turned each others heads sideways and looked at him, where the other woman as well as you opened her eyes and she no longer screamed.

He broke the mood and interrupted this match.

Your arm let go of her neck whereas your hand let go of her hair.

"You're not hurting each other, are you?" Jack asked.

"No" you confessed. "We're trained"

"Well, wrestling is fake, anyway" Jack mentioned.

Either way, Jack was concerned of hurting her.

Jack lives with 2 other women, could he imagine Janet and Chrissy apartment wrestling each other in bikinis?

Where Janet and Chrissy pin each other down, choke each other and pull each others hair in bikinis?

Janet would probably never do something that degrading, but Chrissy no doubt probably would.

"Do you want us to continue?" you asked him. "Wrestling each other?"

Jack wasn't sure what to say.

"Have you seen women in wrestling magazines apartment wrestling?" you asked him.

"No" Jack answered.

"Well, here's a secret" you explained to him. "Women in apartment wrestling are hired models"

That explains why they're beautiful slender women and not Bull Nakano and Bertha Faye lookalikes.

Jack needs to check out apartment wrestling, and he found a wrestling magazine in a grocery store that had pictures of 2 beautiful women in bikinis apartment wrestling, where they'd put each other in headlocks, pull each other's hair, sometimes pinning and pulling each other's legs and locking each other in submissions.

If "All in the Family" could have an episode in the 1970's about rape, this is tame in comparison to some of the content on "All in the Family".

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I need to tell you guys a story...

I wanted to be a famous singer growing up, and after I graduated from college I did so many things to make my dream of being a famous singer come true.

However, I ended up suffering a bit of a nervous breakdown, I felt like I had found myself and worse, I began having horrible worries and thoughts of being a famous singer, and that killed my dream of being a famous singer.

I wonder if I was a famous singer, if I'd want to type and post fanfiction?

#three's company #jack tripper #70s #1978 #apartment wrestling #john ritter

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myveryownfanfiction · 4 years ago

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“(Y/N)! Come back! I didn’t mean it!” The door slammed behind me and I leaned against it as I heard Jack continue attempting to apologize. He had come down to the Regal Beagle and disrupted my date yet again.

“Go away Jack! I don’t want to talk to you.” I slid down the door and rested my head in my hands. The man was incorrigible. The only reason I had come back to his shared apartment was because Janet had told me I would have the place all to myself tonight. Clearly she had been wrong because Jack had been home when I got there and then followed me to my date. He said it was to keep an eye on me but I knew why he always seemed to show up when I was having a good time. The man had flirted with me since I met him and now that we were friends it was even worse.

“I meant nothing by it (Y/N). I swear. Just a bit of harmless flirting.” Jack sounded desperate and I just let my head fall back against the door. That’s what it normally was. Harmless flirting. But when you have been eyeing your date for the past six months and they finally ask you out, that harmless flirting does some serious damage. I stood up and, wiping the tears from my eyes, started to change into my sleepwear.

“No it wasn’t Jack.” I said before ignoring him for the rest of my nightly routine. I eventually heard him sigh and move away from the door. I took a deep breath and resigned myself to the fact that I would be sharing the apartment with Jack tonight. I settled in the bed for a little while to read while debating making a call to Janet at her mom’s house or Chrissy at her date’s house. I even thought about calling Larry before shaking my head, knowing he would talk me into making up with Jack. I heard movement in the living area before I head a door closed. I cautiously got up and went to the phone. I stood there with it pressed against my ear and waited for Larry to answer, all the while thinking about how bad an idea this was.

“Hello?” he asked sleepily.

“Larry? Can I talk to you?” I asked quietly. He made a small noise of acknowledgment before I continued. “Jack broke up another of my dates tonight.” Larry sighed.

“I know. I heard about it.” I could tell Larry had woken up more by now. “Jack was nearly in hysterics when he found out you were going to go out with the guy that screwed over Chrissy. Not only that but Jack almost always hates it when you go on a date. There’s something about you that he can’t get out of his head.” I froze for a second, taking in this new information.

“What do you mean Larry?” I asked, my voice raising a little bit.

“He likes you (Y/N). Hasn’t that been obvious?” Larry responded. He sounded shocked that I didn’t know this. “Jack always thought you knew. I mean you always flirted back.” I let my head fall back against the wall.

“I know but I thought it was all fun and games. I never knew there was a reason Jack did it all the time.” I sighed as I thought about all the times Jack and I had flirted. I would be lying if I said it hurt a little knowing it was meant to be harmless. But knowing that Jack actually meant something by it was starting to make that wound close up a little. “Larry how do I fix this?” Larry laughed and I could tell he was shaking his head.

“You don’t have to do anything. Just go talk to him about it. And don’t hold back.” He sounded confident that I wouldn’t mess this up. “You won’t mess this up (Y/N). Go to him.” Larry hung up and I let the phone fall from my grasp.

“You can do this.” I whispered to myself over and over as I walked towards his door. I froze with my hand raised to knock before shaking my head and racing back to the kitchen. I burst in and froze. “Jack!” I exclaimed.

“Hi!” Jack responded, looking like he had just raised his head from the table. “How can I help you?” He was giving me the biggest smile as if we hadn’t just had a massive fight.

“I….I just…” I pointed behind me before sighing and taking a seat across from him. “I just got off the phone with Larry. He pointed something out to me that I didn’t know before.” I played with the edge of the table and I noticed that Jack had frozen.

“What did he say?” Jack’s voice broke as he asked. I bit my lip and had to hold back my nerves.

“He said that you flirted because you liked me.” I said quietly. Jack stood up quickly, sweat appearing on his face. He ran his hands through his hair and shook his head.

“I’m going to kill him.” Jack said before running out of the room. I stood up and followed him.

“Jack! Don’t!” I called after him. He turned to me and I could see his hands shaking.

“Why not?” He asked. I took a deep breath before taking the jump.

“Because I like you too.” I said as I stepped into his bubble. “A lot. It’s why I flirt back.” Jack’s arms came up to pull me into him. I put my hands on his chest before gently tugging him into a kiss. Jack pulled away with the biggest smile I had ever seen on his face. “What?” I laughed as he quickly kissed me again before heading towards the door.

“I’m going to go thank Larry.” I laughed as I followed Jack out the door.

#john ritter #john ritter imagine #john ritter fanfic #john ritter fanfiction #jack tripper #jack tripper fanfic #jack tripper fanfiction #jack tripper imagine #three's company #three's company imagine #three's company fanfic #three's company fanfiction

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myveryownfanfiction · 3 years ago

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Requests are open for the holidays! As always must be 18+ to request otherwise I will tell u to check header and request rules if no age shown. If u are a minor DNI and if I see it I will just delete ur ask. Simple as that.

my list of characters for this r whoever is in my master list. I’m also open to a few new characters cuz the mcu has expanded and so has some horror movies.

ill be having scene starters up soon The idea is curtesy of @writing-good-vibes from Halloween and I hope there’s a holiday one soon too. (Btw if u like my brad dourif stories check her out cuz wowza is she amazing at this). See y’all soon with those scene starters!

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littletroubledgrrrl · 3 years ago

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I'm thinking of typing a fanfic today about John Ritter with his daughter.

I type my fanfics in patterns, where I'll post a fanfic one day, then the next day I won't, but then the next day I will.

#john ritter #father's day #happy father's day #abc

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littletroubledgrrrl · 2 years ago

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There are these fanfics about John Ritter/Jack Tripper I haven't finished yet, and I thought of finishing them and posting them on Suzanne Somer's birthday, but today is her day, not his.

#three's company #john ritter #jack tripper #suzanne somers #chrissy snow

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littletroubledgrrrl · 3 years ago

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I've had a crush on John Ritter this month, so much so I think about him a lot and he's overtaking my wrestling obsession, and I'm thinking of typing these fanfics about him on my sideblog despite that my sideblog is professional wrestling themed, so much so even my sideblog's username is a wrestling pun and has a wrestling valet as my avatar.

#john ritter #family feud #1978 #70s

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littletroubledgrrrl · 2 years ago

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I have a sideblog where I post fanfics of men I have crushes on, these fanfics are usually about professional wrestlers---but I feel like some of these fanfics would be way sexier if they were about John Ritter.

Granted, some of the fanfics on my sideblog are about John Ritter/Jack Tripper.

#john ritter #three's company #jack tripper

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rawiswhore · 2 years ago

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John Ritter/Tommy Rogers x Fem Reader- "Thighmaster"

The reason I titled this fanfic "Tommy Rogers/John Ritter", is that you can either read about professional wrestler Tommy Rogers or John Ritter.

Or both and maybe even turn this into a threesome.

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Susanne Somers will always be remembered for playing the blond bimbo Chrissy Snow on "Three's Company".

But...another thing Susanne Somers is remembered for is doing commercials and promoting the Thighmaster---a piece of exercise equipment meant for someone to squeeze in between their thighs and knees, although people used Thighmasters to exercise their arms too.

Yeah, the Thighmaster sounds a little risque, doesn't it?

At the height of his popularity, Marilyn Manson said the Thighmaster sounds like a porn movie or an Aerosmith song, and he's not wrong.

Before you joined the World Wrestling Federation and even started watching it, you exercised with the Thighmaster, as well as exercised with the Thighmaster when you were signed to the WWF.

Speaking of "Three's Company", that sitcom also made a star out of John Ritter, the main character on the show.

If it's Tommy Rogers you want...

Rowdy Roddy Piper isn't the only professional wrestler from the 1980's who looks like John Ritter, so does Tommy Rogers from the Fantastics.

However, the Thighmaster did not exist in the 80's.

Not to mention Tommy and the Fantastics barely wrestled in the 1990's with a few exceptions.

Even though Tommy wasn't as handsome as he used to look in his Fantastics heyday in the 80's, he was still pretty handsome during his brief stint in the WWF.

If it's John Ritter you want...

During the 90's, even though John Ritter was nowhere near as cute as he looked during the height of his popularity when "Three's Company" was at the height of its popularity and during its run (before it was cancelled), John was still somewhat handsome during the 1990's.

Backstage, during Tommy's time in the WWF in 1997, you had told him that he looks like John Ritter, which he has gotten a lot.

You had mentioned to Tommy that John Ritter was on "Three's Company" and so was Susanne Somers, who during the 1990's was now advertising the Thighmaster.

In 1995, you mentioned to John that he used to be on "Three's Company" which also had Susanne Somers, who at the time was currently selling the Thighmaster.

While you were mentioning this all to Tommy/John, your head tilted sideways while you had this naughty little smirk on your face like you wanted to fuck him.

Considering you're talking about the Thighmaster, which sounds rather raunchy, no doubt you're seducing him.

Because the Thighmaster has a rather racy name, you asked John/Tommy if he'd like to be the Thighmaster and have sex with you.

With a smile on his face as he lightly chuckled, he accepted it, which made you happy deep down inside, wanting to ball your fists in excitement and exclaim "yesssssssssss!!!" while your mouth smiled from ear to ear.

When you and Tommy/John had freetime, you invited John/Tommy to a hotel room.

As you were inside this room, you explained to John/Tommy how you want him to be the Thighmaster and what you want him to do to you.

Not to mention, you suggested as a joke that what if you had sex while using the Thighmaster, like you pump your arms while Tommy/John fucks your pussy.

The Thighmaster isn't just for thighs, you know.

Although, why would it be called the Thighmaster but you aren't using something in between your thighs?

That's probably impossible to do, and that made you and Tommy/John laugh together and break down into laughter.

Although, anything is possible, and maybe you could try to have sex while using a Thighmaster one day.

After you and John/Tommy laughed together, you and John/Tommy stood in front of each other, where your lips locked in between his and your eyes shut while your face approached closer to his face, where his eyes shut too when your lips crashed into his.

Now that your lips were embracing his and you began kissing him, your head was tilting slightly sideways while you and Tommy/John began making out with each other.

During this kiss, you and Tommy/John began trying to undress each other, where your hands grabbed the fabric of his shirt and pulled it up his torso and over his head, breaking the kiss once his shirt reached his lips, only to toss it away.

He, too, is clutching your top in both of his hands and raising and pulling your top up your body and over your head, where the kiss between you and him broke when your shirt reached your mouth.

He let go of your shirt and tossed it away to the floor.

His hands moved to the back of your bra, where his hands managed to unclasp your bra and separate it.

After your bra was undone, his hands let go of the back of your bra and moved to your bra straps, where he grabbed them and slid them down your arms.

One of your hands was behind his head, where your fingers were buried and laced through his hair and running down through it.

Since you could feel your bra straps sliding down your arms and his hands pulling them down, you pulled your hand away from the back of his scalp so he can remove your bra off, and when your straps had reached your hands and slid off of them, he threw and tossed your bra away to the floor.

Is it necessary for Tommy/John to get naked right now and for you to take your top off?

He'll be doing certain things to you involving your thighs, not your breasts.

Speaking of which, he's the Thighmaster right now, and your clitoris is in between your thighs, after he let go of your bra straps from tossing it away, one of his hands slipped under your shorts and underneath your thong, where his fingers and hand stopped sliding once his fingers reached your vulva.

Now that his fingers were at your vulva, his fingers began to stroke vertically up and down your clitoris, since that's arguably the most sensitive part of a woman's body.

While he stroked your clit, you and Tommy/John began French kissing each other, your tongue caressing and stroking his tongue and vice versa.

Your hand moved back to the back of John/Tommy's head, where your fingers buried through his hair again and ran and stroked through his long hair.

John/Tommy had a mullet during the 1990's, and while John/Tommy wasn't as attractive as he used to be, he was still kind of hot.

You're imagining right now that it's John Ritter during his "Three's Company" in the late 1970's and early 1980's with you right now, and if it's Tommy Rogers you want, you're imagining it's Tommy when he was with the Fantastics in 1988.

How awesome would a threesome with John on "Three's Company" and Tommy during his late 1980's Fantastics days be?

As John/Tommy rubbed your clit, you felt this little tickle underneath your clitoris as he caressed it more.

Since John/Tommy is rubbing your clit right now, should you slide your hand under John/Tommy's shorts and play with his private parts?

Penises and balls dangle in between men's thighs.

Heh, maybe you should do that, but you don't want him to cum so soon.

Your pussy is getting moist from being so close and intimate with John/Tommy, and blood is rushing to your clitoris and swelling it up.

While you've been making out with Tommy/John, one of your hands is wrapped around one of his sides and behind his back, whereas his other hand is cradling the back of your head, his fingers buried through your hair and running his fingers through it.

Your hand is stroking up and down his back, your arm wrapped around him is pulling him closer to you.

Should John/Tommy try to take and pull your shorts and panties down in preparation?

Maybe.

He's thinking of sliding his fingers inside your vaginal hole and finger fucking you.

The tips of his fingers are getting sticky and wet from rubbing your moist pussy, even though his fingers haven't slipped in between your much damper vulva.

The tips of his fingers are gently scratching your clitoris, moving in circles on your clit.

Sometimes his fingers are brushing and caressing back and forth horizontally on your clitoris.

In between kisses, you're moaning as he rubs your clit, and as your hand brushes and caresses up and down his back, his skin tingles while you slide your hand on the skin covering his spine.

You really hope people next door won't hear the quiet little moans you're making, especially the moans that will come later.

John/Tommy slid his fingers off of your clitoris and tried making them--especially his index and middle fingers---enter inside your pussy, but his fingers couldn't really reach inside your twat hole.

It probably would be better if he slid his fingers in your vagina while you laid down rather than when you stand up.

Soon, after he played with your clit for a while, he removed his hand out of your panties and shorts, but he pulled his hand away from the back of your head and moved it to your shorts.

He slid both of his thumbs under the sides of your shorts and under the straps of your thong, where he began to pull and slide your shorts and panties down your legs and down to your ankles.

As he pulled your shorts and panties down, he broke the kiss away from you, and he eventually slipped his thumbs out of the straps of your thong and shorts, where your underwear and shorts dropped to your ankles.

You had taken your shoes off, and you lifted your feet out of your panties and shorts.

Should you undo his pants now?

Maybe later.

Once you were entirely naked, you sat down on the bed behind you and spread your legs and thighs wide open.

Now that your legs and thighs were spread out, exposing and showing off your vulva, John/Tommy crouched down near the floor, where they leaned and approached their heads and faces closer to your twat and in between your thighs.

Your thighs were open enough for John/Tommy to let his head get in between them.

As John/Tommy's head was in between your thighs and near your cunt, he let his tongue escape out of his mouth and placed it on your moist vulva, where his tongue began to carefully stroke and caress your pussy.

His tongue slid up the left side of your twat, touching it, only for his tongue to turn and shift over to the opposite side.

His tongue tasted your salty but sweet cunt, his tongue indulging in the taste of it.

You, however, relaxed yourself while you let John/Tommy eat your pussy.

You can nearly lay down on the bed while you let him eat your cunt, in fact, maybe you will.

Although, you can't lay down in a chair.

Tommy/John was thinking how good your twat tastes deep down inside, his tongue examining the taste of your cunt as it traveled around it.

Tommy/John let his mouth plant on top of your clitoris, and he took his tongue with him, his tongue brushing and moving now to your clit.

He began to suck on your clitoris, and not just suck it, but lick it too.

Your clitoris might be tiny, but he managed to make the tip of his tongue caress and stroke back and forth as well as up and down your clit.

He doesn't just want to lick your clitoris, but your vulva as well.

Maybe he can suck your clit while his tongue eats your twat.

So he tried doing that, where his tongue lolled out of his mouth and he tried to make his tongue caress and stroke up and down your cunt while at the same time his mouth was sucking your clitoris.

That wasn't all, since he's the Thighmaster, he placed his hands on your thighs, where his hands began to caress and stroke up and down the top of your thighs while he ate your pussy.

His hands sometimes swerved sideways near the bottom of your thighs to stroke them, and his hands slowly caressed your thighs like how his tongue is eating your twat.

You felt his tongue off of your clit, which was strange at first, but you felt his tongue sliding all over your vulva.

Your pussy juices (not urine) is sticking to his tongue as his tongue is eating your cunt, but because of his tongue traveling and sliding all over your twat, your pussy juices are spreading across your vagina as his tongue roams all over it.

Though, sometimes his tongue is sliding into his mouth just to taste your cunt.

Sometimes he's even kissing your clit, pressing his lips and mouth on your clitoris, where you feel a tingling, buzzing sensation as his mouth presses on your clit.

You're surprised he isn't sliding and sticking his tongue up your pussy hole.

Meanwhile, his hands are tingling the skin he caresses and strokes on your thighs.

You, however, are indulging yourself in this moment, feeling so good, quietly moaning.

What also really feels good is when you rub your nipples and areolas, and as he continued stroking your thighs while he ate your pussy, you moved your hands to your breasts, where you placed your fingers on top of your areolas and began rubbing them back and forth.

Your areolas tingled as you rubbed them, it felt even better when you rubbed your nipples than while he's sucking your clit.

Honestly, one of your hands could move behind John/Tommy's head and your fingers can slide down through his hair, pulling his head closer to your vulva.

He's probably going to make your pussy cream before he even enters it.

He's had enough of eating your pussy, so he removed his hands off of your thighs, where his hands grabbed his basketball shorts.

His hands managed to pull down both his shorts and his boxers at the same time, partially because of his thumbs slipping under his shorts.

As he pulled his shorts down, he released his erection that was hiding underneath there, and his thumbs and hands let go of his shorts and boxers, where they dropped to his ankles.

Now that his penis was out, he pulled and raised his body up, where his head was no longer in between your thighs.

While he was standing in between your thighs, one of his hands grabbed the shaft of his penis, where he directed and pointed the tip of his dick at your vaginal hole.

"Are you ready?" he asked you.

You opened your eyes, only to see him standing in between your legs holding his cock.

"Oh yeah" you replied, nodding your head.

With a smirk on his face, he gently and carefully inserted and penetrated the tip of his dick inside your pussy hole, where he slid and shoved his erection further inside your vagina.

As his cock was entering inside your cunt, he unwrapped his fingers off of his dick and placed both of his hands on your hips so he could let his dick be inside you and not slip out.

He began to pound and ram your pussy by thrusting his cock inside your twat, although he wasn't violent when he pushed his dick inside you.

His penis was sliding back and forth inside your vagina, but the tip of his dick was still inside you.

His hands slid off of your waistline and moved to your thighs, where his hands tried to stroke and caress your thighs as he fucked you.

As he rammed his erection inside your pussy, his eyes shut tight while his teeth gritted.

Your pussy is so perfectly moist and damp, easy for his dick to enter inside.

The bed is creaking and squeaking as he pounds his cock inside you, thankfully the bed is attached to the floor.

Your hands are grabbing the comforter of the bed you're laying on (or, with Tommy: the arm of the chair), your fingers clutching the comforter in a tight grip, from him pounding your cunt.

His hands are tingling your thighs while they caress up and down them.

It's a little difficult to rub your nipples, though you can try to do that as he fucks you, maybe you'll cum quicker.

He's been pleasuring you for quite some time, you're probably going to cum any minute now.

He's groaning as he pounds your twat with his cock, and his fingers are trying to slide under the bottom of your thighs to stroke them.

Although, is that necessary?

Your pussy is tightening around his cock inside you, and your skin as well as his flesh are feeling hotter while he fucks you.

You were actually the first one to cum, where your pussy creamed all over his cock inside you, your clitoris pounding after you had came.

However, it isn't over until he ejaculates.

While he continued fucking you, his hands swerved to the left side and stroked up and down the left side of your thighs.

Soon, his hands shifted across the opposite side and caressed the right side of your thighs.

Eventually, he jizzed right inside you, ejaculating and releasing his seed in your vagina.

While his cock kept spurting and gushing his cum, he quickly pulled out of you.

Now is your chance to give him head.

After he pulled his penis out of your pussy, you raised yourself up and then dropped your knees on the carpeted floor, where one of your hands grabbed his penis and inserted it inside your mouth, giving him a blowjob.

As you sucked his dick, you swallowed all of his cum, your head bobbing up and down his erection.

Since you're sucking his cock now, maybe you should stroke his thighs and you'll be the Thighmaster for him?

Either way, one of your hands let go of his dick, where you still continued giving him head.

However, you placed your hands on his thighs, and began to stroke up and down them, caressing his thighs.

He saw your hands stroking his thighs, but was it necessary for you to do this?

You can't have your cake and eat it too.

He's the Thighmaster, not you, considering he looks like John Ritter whose costar used to be Suzanne Somers.

You actually did try to have sex with John/Tommy while using a Thighmaster exercise device, but it didn't work out (ba-dum-tsssh) too well.

#john ritter #tommy rogers #thighmaster #1997 #90s #wwf #1995

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