#me: shows him a two pictures of vince smiling

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Silent Night

NSFW ⭐️ 18+ ⭐️ MDNI

It’s your first winter star with Sam’s family! Everything is going great, except for the fact that you two can’t get a moment of privacy.

For @beet-roots Merry Kinkmas

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“Okay now let’s do Sammy’s girlfriend’s present!” Vincent squirms in your lap with excitement, looking upside down at you. His big blue eyes sparkle with adoration, and you think he takes after his brother.

Sam beside you looks playfully dejected. He pushes out his lip in a pout, shoving his hand into Vincent’s hair and down his face.

“Bro, stop,” he whines, and you think maybe his jealousy isn’t all for show, “you’re rizzing her up too much! She’s gonna leave me for you, dude!”

Sam’s playing, but you know he is at least a little perturbed because Vince can sit in your lap and he can’t. It’s a wonder he’s not climbing the walls right now, all things considered.

With deadly efficiency you use one hand to tickle his ribs, and Sam cringes back in a cry of surrender.

Kent rolls his eyes and coughs to hide a laugh while Jodi giggles. She gives you a sweet smile as she passes over a silver wrapped box. It says ‘from all of us’ in swooping calligraphy, and you know that means it’s from Jodi.

“You wanna unwrap it bud?” You ask, and Sam’s hand twitches out to the package before he realizes you were talking to Vince. Another pout, and you smirk at him while Vince annihilates the beautiful wrapping job Jodi did.

Dutifully, he passes back the unassuming cardboard box and crawls off your lap so you can open it properly.

You pull the top away and don’t delay in pushing back the tissue and removing the deep red nightgown, holding it up to the light to see better.

“I know it’s not very hip,” Jodi says, her voice quiet and maybe a little insecure, “but I—uh, we—just couldn’t leave it. Sammy sent those gorgeous pictures of you and I kept thinking how lovely you would look in it.”

It is pretty, albeit more conservative than you would ever pick for yourself. The gown is ankle length, with sleeves that hit the wrist. Lace and gold beading trim the edges, and you think Jodi has good taste.

You can feel Sam’s eyes heavy on you, on the nightgown, and you have to bite back a grin. He’s so desperate for you at this point, you know exactly where his brain is. Poor baby hasn’t gone over a day without sex since you two got together about four months ago, and with prepping and visiting it’s been a week since he had his hands on you.

“It’s perfect Jodi, thank you,��� you say, winking at her conspiratorially before saying, “all of you have excellent fashion sense.”

In a show of good faith you change into it after dinner. Jodi was right—the color complements your complexion perfectly. And while it’s long, and shows no skin, it clings to your curves and drapes in such a way that you still look shapely. You look sexy in a prudish sort of way.

You’re not the only one that seems to think so. The moment you emerge from the bedroom to show Jodi the final product, Sam’s back to staring at you hard. As Jodi ooh’s and ah’s over you with the affection only a mother has, and Vincent stares with big round eyes and tells you you’re beautiful with a nervous little blush, Sam begins to fidget.

A glance at him and you think he might drag you out to his truck for some privacy and rail you in the passenger seat. Your cunt pulses with excitement. Vincent is going to be too distracted with his toys to bother you, and Jodi and Kent are going to take the Mullner’s Christmas cookies, so you’ll have time for a quickie if all goes well.

“And what about you, Sammy, don’t you think that—“ there’s a knock on the door, startling Jodi into silence. She presses a hand against her chest. “Goodness, now who could that be so late?”

Jodi wanders off towards the door and Sam circles in on you like a predator, fingers skimming the fabric where it hits your waist. He leans in close, and his voice is raspy in your ear. “I like this,” he says, giving it a small, affectionate tug, and you know that tone. That’s the tone he uses when he’s going to fuck you like an animal. A shiver of anticipatory arousal claws its way down your spine, and you smile.

“I can't say I approve of you coming all the way out here in the cold so late, but you know I’m always happy to see you Sebastian,” Jodi giggles, opening the door wider and letting in a pink cheeked, crookedly grinning Sebastian. He’s got a small present wrapped in his hands, and his eyes are positively glittering as he stares up at Sam’s mom.

“You know I can’t go a Winter Star without seeing you, Miss Jodi,” he says, savoring the words Miss Jodi. Sam retracts from your space while Jodi giggles and blushes, and he throws up his hands with a groan.

“Dude stop flirting with my mom,” he whines, and Sebastian laughs once before shaking his head and giving Jodi a sweet smile.

“I’m not flirting Sammy, I’m being polite. You should try it once in a while,” he says, and he winks before coming up to you and Sam.

“Why are you here?” Irritation drips off his every word, and you know Sam is properly annoyed. Pent up, desperate, and cockblocked by his best friend who’s also hitting on his mom.

Bad day for Samson.

“Other than I wanted to give you your present? I needed a break from the ‘festivities,’” he makes air quotes around festivities, and you can feel Sam unwind in resignation. “Come with me for a walk?”

“What’s the magic word?” Sam’s already stepping towards the door to his room, presumably to get dressed for the outside, and you feel a tug of disappointment. Maybe it’s not Sam getting cockblocked.

“I’ll say please if it makes you happy Samson.”

Your face must be doing something by the time Sam’s dressed and ready for the cold, because Sebastian frowns apologetically and Sam twists his mouth. Once Jodi finishes fussing over her boys and departs with Kent, Sam approaches with a sheepish smile.

“I’ll make it up to you,” he says, and you stare at him hard in a way that hopes to convey your emotions.

“You better,” You respond, and maybe it’s a little more irritable than you meant for it to be because Sam looks like a kicked puppy as he follows Sebastian out the door. You’d feel worse if you weren’t babysitting Vincent alone on Winter Star when you could be getting railed.

It doesn’t take long for Jodi and Kent to get back—an hour said and done—and everyone readies for bed pretty immediately, too exhausted from the fact that Vince woke everybody at the godless hour of five am for presents. Sam still isn’t back by the time you crawl into his bed, and you glare at the air mattress where he should be and hope he can feel the phantom pain wherever he is.

You’re drifting off when a swoop of cold air chills you to the bone. There’s a light commotion, and you hear Sam go “fucking shit ass,” before you fully process that he’s stumbling in the window. You sit back, burrowing into his blankets as he regains his footing.

“Later Seb,” he calls outside with a wave, and you wave too, tight and irritable.

“See you Sammy. If you need me I’ll be in the master bedroom,” Sebastian calls back, and you hear his footsteps recede along with maniacal laughter, a faint call of bye to you billowing in the wind as an afterthought.

“Remind me to kick his ass,” Sam looks at you once he snaps the windowpane shut with a big grin, his cheeks pink and snow dusting his eyelashes. It makes you angry how good he looks right now, how disgustingly cute and charming.

“Sure,” you cross your arms and pout, averting your gaze as Sam comes up and kneels by the side of the bed.

“Baby please, I’m sorry,” he reaches for your hand, and when you don’t give it he settles for your gripping the nightgown, and it doesn’t go unnoticed that it’s right at the apex of your thigh, “what was I supposed to do? Say no to Seb in front of everybody?”

“Yes.”

He buries his face in the sheets beside you and you finally spare him a glance. He senses it and looks up at you with the biggest puppy dog eyes he can muster, and you feel yourself melting under his gaze.

“Please, let me make it up to you,” he says, and there’s a little whine in his voice. Desperation, maybe. “I need you so bad, you look so hot right now, please.”

The chill of the room mingles with the sensation of watching Sam beg on his knees and makes your nipples hard, and you decide to go on with it for a minute. “It’s just a shame. I’m not even wearing any underwear, Sammy, because I was so excited to finally get a minute alone with you.”

He whines, shifts, and you can see the excited bulge growing in his pants.

“Too bad everybody’s home now so we can’t do anything. I’m really horny too.”

“No we can, please,” he grabs your hand now, chilly fingers insistent on yours, “we just have to be quiet. Everybody’s asleep. Come on, please?”

You almost break right now, but you hold out. If you can get him that much more worked up, it’ll be worth your while. “I dunno if you’d be able to keep it down Sammy. For your Winter Star present I was gonna let you fuck me without a condom—you know, an unwrapped gift kinda thing.”

It’s something you’ve been saving specifically for a moment like this. Truthfully you know Sam’s clean and you have reliable birth control, and would have let him hit raw months ago, but making him twitch with anticipation has been more fun than anything else.

And oh, it’s worth it to watch the way his eyes widen and his face slackens. He sits up that much taller, and you’re almost surprised he doesn’t clasp his hands together and shake them.

“Baby, I promise I’ll be good. I need you so bad. I really want my present, I’ll do anything.”

You gesture for him to stand, and he does because he’s a puppet on strings, and you arch your eyebrow at him. “You can start by putting your money where your mouth is. Sit at the foot of the bed for me and prove you can stay quiet by touching yourself.”

Sam’s clothes shlump to the floor unceremoniously as he peels off his layers, and you feel a pang of guilt because he’s shivering and flushed since he’s not warm yet. In a show of good faith, you kick the blanket towards him and scoot until you’re rested on the headboard.

It’s alright, you reason, because he won’t be left alone for long.

Sam wraps the blanket around his shoulders, and you watch with enthusiasm as he shifts. His cock is hard and flushed, his nipples pink and pert from the cold, and he’s wearing that shy expression he always has before he truly gets into it. You might be drooling.

It’s hard to tell if he’s teasing you or if he’s warming himself up when he runs his hand down his chest and across his stomach painfully slow. Your breath catches in your throat when he finally wraps a hand around his cock, deliberate as he spreads a bead of precome from his tip down with his thumb.

His teeth sink into his lip on the first stroke, cheeks darkening while his eyebrows scrunch inwards. He watches you watch him, and one corner of his mouth ticks upwards while he spreads his knees that much more and arches his back.

Stage fright gone, Sam’s putting on a show now, and god do you ever watch. You lose yourself in it—in the way his abs tighten and his breath puffs out intermittently like he might’ve moaned in another situation. His head falls back on his shoulders, eyes screwed shut, until finally he tightens his hand around the base of his cock and looks at you with pure desperation.

“Please,” his voice is hoarse when he whispers, and he’s squirming. For just a second you think you should tell him no, keep going, because you’re so into watching him you want to see his come paint his beautiful stomach. But then he’s blinking at you, big blue eyes pleading. “Baby?” His voice cracks when he prods for a response, and you decide he should be put out of his misery.

“Remember to be qui—“ Sam cuts you off in a bruising kiss. He doesn’t waste a second, licking into your mouth while he fumbles between your legs, rucking up the nightgown in the process.

“Quiet,” he pants while he rips the hem up past your breasts, leaving you suddenly cold and exposed, save the places where his fingers trail blazing paths towards your cunt. “Quiet, uh huh, I’ll be so—quiet—“ he nods into your skin, latching his mouth to your neck and sucking while he slips a finger into your eager cunt.

Sam’s fingers are expert, long and dexterous and callused from years of playing the guitar, and you’re the one struggling not to make any noise now while he fingers you open for him. Every glance of his fingers has your thighs twitching and you biting back little wanton moans.

“Shit, I can’t,” Sam withdraws his fingers after barely a minute, still managing a throaty murmur, “I’m so sorry, fuck, I just can’t wait. You’re so goddamn wet.”

And then he’s lining himself up and thrusting into you slowly. Inching in while he huffs air through his clenched teeth. You can tell he’s really trying to hold himself back, to be gentle, but then his forehead drops to your shoulder and he looses a high whine when his hips snap all the way forward seemingly against his volition.

You freeze, heart hammering in your chest as you hold him still and listen for any sounds that somebody in the house has woken up. Sam’s doing his best, but he’s gyrating against your cunt frivolously and begging against your chest.

“Just couldn’t help it, I’m sorry. Sorry, please baby,” he’s much quieter in his whisper now, “you just felt better— ah —than I expected—please let me move, I’ll be good I swear.”

After another moment of nothing, you finally relax your grip, and Sam wastes no time, fucking into you so hard and fast your eyes roll back in your head.

“Thank you baby— nngh —thank you,” the words are spoken against your breasts as he presses his mouth to them, sucking and nipping the skin while he humps you like an animal in heat. “Best Winter Star gift ever, swear. Thank you, oh God.”

You’re actually surprised when his thumb finds its way to your clit. Sam’s one track minded on his best days, and you would’ve thought he’d be too overwhelmed to even think of it.

“Wanna— hah —feel you come. Can you come on my cock baby?”

You go to say yes, you’re right there, and a too loud moan slips from your chest instead when he slams right into your g-spot. Sam’s free hand closes over your mouth, eyes wide and hips stuttering as he tries and fails to still to a stop.

He either doesn’t give a fuck or can’t bring himself to slow down anymore, because a moment later he’s back to absolutely railing you, making little tiny grunting whines as he does his best to keep himself quiet. “Gonna come,” he manages, strained, and that’s what finishes you.

You ride wave after wave of delicious white heat as Sam stuffs you with his come, shaking and muffling himself against your skin. He doesn’t stop thrusting, greedy and prolonging your mutual pleasure as long as he can before he collapses onto you, limp.

When you finally get your bearings back you take stock of the situation: Sam draped over you, cock still inside, nightgown around your armpits, bruises beginning to purple in the places where Sam used you as his silencer. A ripple of perverse arousal trickles through your overstimulated body at the sheer wrongness of it all, and you twitch.

That’s enough to rouse Sam, who kisses your cheek and pulls out of you, lovingly tucking the nightgown back down to your ankles and pulling up the blanket before snuggling into your side.

When you two wake, you’re horrified to find come staining the inside of the nice garment. Sam sees it over your shoulder while you’re changing and packing, and he tugs you close to him, purring into your ear, “I want you to wear that again when we get home tonight. I’m not finished ruining it.”

[fan-fantasies]

Learn to Love (p.3)

A/N: this is the final part, I hope you enjoyed the mini-series!

Pairing: Rhea x Reader

Warnings: swearing probably, smut, fingering, oral/69-ing

Part two

Your nerves were increasing as the day went on, not quite sure how the crowd was going to accept yours and Rhea’s partnership. You knew they loved her and they seemed to love you, but would they love you together?

Rhea stayed close to you throughout the day and you actually didn’t mind. While she calmed your nerves in some ways, she made them worse in others.

Now wasn’t the time to deal with those feelings bubbling up inside. You had bigger fish to fry and matches to win.

“You ready to go, babe?” Rhea asked, grabbing her bag to head to the show.

“Yeah, ‘babe’, I’m ready,” you laughed.

“I have an idea. Come here real quick,” she said, pulling out her phone. “Put this on.”

She handed you her hoodie and you slipped it on. She pulled the hood up and turned you toward her so your back was facing the mirror on the wall. She snapped a quick picture and posted it to her Instagram with the caption “big surprise coming tonight 😈”

No one could possibly tell it was you in the picture but you enjoyed the comments of people speculating what was going on.

Someone commented “Rhea’s new gf?” to which you noticed Rhea had liked.

“So I’m your new girlfriend then?” You asked, showing her your phone.

“Sure are, sweetheart,” she said with a smirk.

“That escalated quickly.”

“What did?” Dom asked, coming over.

“Rhea’s my girlfriend now,” you said, jokingly.

“Took long enough,” he said with a big smile. You were too confused by his reaction to notice Rhea’s, who was behind you waving her arm and signaling for him to shut up.

He looked at the confused look on your face and noticed Rhea’s panic and realized he may have messed up.

“I’m just saying…enemies to lovers is a very popular trope nowadays and that would be an interesting storyline for the two of you,” he quickly covered.

“Maybe we’ll run it past Vince,” she said, quickly stepping in front of you. She motioned for him to leave and he thankfully for the hint.

“Well, uh, good luck tonight!” He said before running off.

“What a weird kid,” you sighed, making Rhea snort.

“I’m telling him you said that.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” you said. She turned to face you fully and came closer.

“Try me, sweetheart.”

You knew she was trying to be menacing but she never scared you. You straightened yourself out to stand taller, leaning in so you were only inches apart.

“Maybe I will,” you whispered.

“Don’t tease me now.”

You weren’t quite sure where your little exchange was going but it was pumping adrenaline through your veins.

Unbeknownst to either of you, Damian had taken a picture of the two of you and sent it to Rhea.

She felt her phone buzz and decided to step back with a small smirk on her face.

“Just kiss her already,” he wrote. Rhea looked up and saw him staring from down the hall.

You followed her gaze and he waved when he noticed you looking.

“Did I miss something?” You asked.

She turned her phone toward you so you could read his text with the picture attached.

“It looks like we’re about to kill each other, not kiss,” you laughed nervously. There was obvious tension between you, you just weren’t sure if it was sexual or otherwise.

“Would you rather kill me?”

“No?”

“So you’d rather kiss me?” She asked, stepping closer once again. Your eyes widened and your heart was racing.

“That’s- that’s not what I said,” you stammered.

“But you said you didn’t want to kill me.”

“I didn’t say I wanted to kiss you either,” you argued.

“Do you want to?”

“Kiss you?”

“Yes.”

“Well-“

“Ladies! You’re up next!” The producer interrupted, making you jump back from her.

“Let’s go kick some ass,” Rhea said, grabbing your hand to pull you along.

How could she just be so calm when you were left reeling? You’d have to figure that out later, after the match.

To say the fans loved the two of you together was an understatement. They went nuts when you were announced as her partner.

The match was just a warmup to see how you worked in the ring together and it went surprisingly well. You played off each other’s strengths and made up for weaknesses. When Rhea made the pin and the final bell rang, you ran into the ring and into her arms. She lifted you with ease and spun you around.

You made your way backstage and you were ecstatic. Rhea was looking at you with such adoration in her eyes; what a change from just a few days ago. Rhea was beginning to think Vince was a genius for teaming you together.

Rhea’s bliss was cut short when she saw Shayna coming over and scooping you up.

“That was awesome! You guys did so well!”

“You watched?” You asked, finally being set back down.

“Of course, I watch all your matches,” she answered.

A sour feeling was settling into Rhea’s stomach as she watched your exchange. She was jealous; there was no way to deny it. She brushed past the two of you and went into the locker room. Your smile fell as you noticed her walking off. You thought she’d be happier after your win.

“I’m gonna go make sure she’s alright,” you said, giving Shayna another hug.

“No worries- go get your girl,” she said with a smirk.

You went into the locker room and found Rhea scrolling through her phone. She didn’t even look up at you when you walked in.

“Hey, are you okay?” You asked.

“Yeah I’m fine,” she mumbled, still looking at her phone.

“You don’t seem fine,” you said.

“Well I am so why don’t you run back to Shayna,” she snapped.

“Seriously? We’re back to this? I thought we were past that,” you sighed.

“I’m just saying, you’d obviously rather be with her right now.”

“If that were true then I wouldn’t be here…with you,” you said, sitting down next to her. She finally looked up with regret in her eyes.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

“I’m gonna need more than an apology to understand why you get so weird when I’m around other people.”

“I can’t explain it.”

“Try. Please?”

“I just don’t like how it makes me feel…”

Part of you, deep down, hoped it might be jealousy- a feeling you could easily relate to. It was how you felt every time you watched her be flirtatious with other women or even Dom. You figured that’s where part of your animosity toward her came from and you were hoping it was the same for her. Then the two of you could put those nasty feelings aside and admit to one another how you really felt.

“What does it make you feel, Rhea?”

“Confused, I guess,” she said quietly, looking down at her fidgeting hands in her lap.

“Can I maybe help un-confuse things?” You asked.

Rhea took a deep breath before looking up at you. Before you knew what was happening, she grabbed your face and pulled you in for a kiss. You were frozen at first, but you quickly reciprocated the kiss. You were certain your heart was going to beat out of your chest. You wanted to badly to deepen the kiss but before you could, Rhea pulled away.

“I have to go,” she said, quickly getting up and running out of the room. You were stuck in your spot- your mind racing with what just happened.

When your body finally caught up to your mind, you were racing after her. You weren’t sure where she went so you were looking anywhere you could think of.

You were running out of areas when you were stopped by the interview crew.

“Could we ask you a few questions about your new tag team with Rhea Ripley?”

“Oh um sure,” you said, bouncing back and forth and looking around for her.

“When did the two of you decide to be a team? It always seemed like the two of you were at odds with one another.”

“It was a recent decision actually. We’ve been getting to know each other inside the ring and out. I think we work pretty well together.”

“That’s an understatement! You guys were amazing out there; I think you might have something special on your hands.”

“Yeah, I agree. Rhea is definitely very special and I think we have a bright future ahead of us,” you said with a genuine smile. You excused yourself from the interview to continue your search.

You didn’t realize, however, Rhea had been watching the interview with Dom and Damian.

“She obviously likes you,” Damian told her.

“I don’t think so. She’s been pretty friendly with Shayna lately- and then I just go and kiss her and mess everything up!” She whined.

“First off- Shayna isn’t in the picture like that. She knows you like her and wouldn’t get between the two of you. Second- kissing her was probably the best idea you’ve had so far. Now she knows how you feel. Your only mistake was running away from her!” Dom said.

“How does Shayna know how I feel?” She asked.

“I may have mentioned it at the gym the other day,” Dom said quietly, looking at his feet.

“Is that why she canceled dinner?”

“Just so the two of you could have some time together,” he defended.

“I should kick your ass, but I’m too shaken up still,” she sighed.

“Why don’t you go find her? I know you’re worried things are gonna go wrong, but just remember, Mami always gets what she wants,” Damian chuckled. Rhea sighed and hanged her head in her hands.

“I think I’m just gonna wait for her at the hotel,” she said.

She quickly gathered her things and went back to your room. You searched the arena high and low and with every failed turn, your frustration was building. How dare she give you attitude, then kiss you, then run off?

You needed answers and you wanted them now. You finally found Dom who was packing up his gear.

“Have you seen Rhea?” You asked without greeting him.

“She left already. She said she was going back to the hotel,” he said.

“Seriously? Oh I’m gonna kick her ass,” you snapped.

“Is everything okay?” Dom asked cautiously.

“No, everything is not okay. You’re gonna need to find yourself a new Mami by the time I’m done with her!”

“I know she hasn’t always been the best at expressing herself, but she really does care about you,” he told you.

“Then why did she run away from me?”

“I think she’s scared- but you didn’t hear that from me!”

“Well off to the hotel it is then,” you sighed.

“Want a ride? I’m heading out now too,” he offered.

“That would be great,” you smiled.

The ride was quick and you tried to pry more information out of Dom but he didn’t let anything more slip.

Once back at the hotel, you practically ran to your room, hoping she was there. Thankfully, she was sitting on her bed when you went in.

“Are you done running from me?” You asked, crossing your arms in front of you.

“I’m not sure, are you going to yell at me?” She asked.

“I have half a mind to! First, you get an attitude when I’m with Shayna. Then you won’t tell me why. And then…and then you kiss me and run off to hide from me. Why shouldn’t I yell at you?”

She got up from the bed and stood in front of you. Your arms dropped to your side, subconsciously opening yourself up to her.

“I’m sorry for everything. And I’m sorry for kissing you. I was out of line and it won’t happen again,” she sighed. Your heart broke a little when she said that.

“I’m not mad that you kissed me,” you mumbled.

“You’re not?”

“I’d be more mad if you never kissed me again,” you admitted. A small smirk was playing on her lips.

“Is that so?” She asked, taking another step toward you.

“Yes, but you still need to tell me why you get so upset whenever you see me with someone else,” you said.

“I get scared. I get scared that they’re going to take you away from me- which I know sounds insane- but you’re mine, no one else’s.”

“Is that so?” Now it was your turn to smirk.

“Yeah, it is.”

She closed the distance between the two of you and kissed you again. This time you were ready for it and immediately deepened it. The kiss was full of passion and heat, each of your pouring your desire for one another into it.

She slid her tongue into your mouth, easily winning dominance over yours. She spun you so your back was to the bed and she laid you down, not once breaking the kiss.

She hovered over you and began to kiss down your jaw and neck, leaving love bites in her wake.

“Rhea, please,” you whined.

“Please what, pretty girl? Tell me what you want.”

“I want you. I want you to touch me,” you said.

She pulled your bottoms off quickly, sliding her hand in your panties.

“You wanted me to touch you here?” She asked, sliding her fingers through your folds.

“Fuck, yes!”

“I’m gonna make you feel so good, babygirl. I’m gonna make you forget anyone who isn’t me,” she said.

“I’m yours, only yours.”

“That’s right, sweetheart; good girl,” she said, circling your clit.

Your body jolted as she slid two fingers into your entrance, slowly pumping them in and out. Her thumb was still circling your clit and you couldn’t help the moans falling from your lips.

She quickened her actions when she felt your pussy gripping her fingers more, signaling you were close to your peak.

“Gonna cum for me, love? Cum all over my fingers,” she told you, sucking another hickey onto your neck.

“Fuck, Rhea, I’m cumming,” you moaned. You reached your climax moments later and you swore you’d never felt better in your life. She circled your clit slowly, allowing you to come down from your high once she was certain you were satisfied.

She pulled her fingers from you and licked them clean, moaning at the taste.

“I think I need more,” she said, smirking at you.

She tore your panties off and threw them across the room.

“Wait, it’s your turn though,” you said, tugging at her pants.

“I have an idea then.” She quickly pulled her pants and panties off, crawling over you once again. “Are you okay with this?”

“Of course, only if you are,” you replied.

“Okay with it? Sweetheart, I’m in love with it. Besides, Mami is always on top.”

She quickly turned herself around and knelt over your face. Her pussy was only inches from your tongue and your mouth was already watering.

“You ready, love?” She asked.

“So ready,” you sighed happily.

She lowered herself onto your face and leaned down so she was now level with your pussy as well.

You beat her to it, your tongue diving between her folds first. You felt her jump at the feeling before she quickly began to devour you as well.

It was hard to focus when she was making you feel so good, but you could tell she was enjoying herself as well by the noises she was making.

You could’ve sworn you had died and gone to heaven, with her body pressed to yours and being able to pleasure her just as much as she was you.

Your hips began to move, your climax approaching once again. But you were determined to get Rhea there first. You focused your attention on her clit, sucking and licking at the sensitive bundle of nerves.

Her legs began to shake slightly and you knew she was close. It was as if she caught onto the secret competition because she doubled her own efforts between your legs.

Before you realized it was even happened, your orgasm crashed over you in waves. You let out a whine but continued to lap at her pussy. Knowing she gave you your own climax sent her into hers. She continued to lick at your clit as you both rode out your orgasms together.

When you were both satisfied, Rhea got off and laid next to you. She pulled you in for another kiss, the taste of the both of you mixing on your tongues.

“So is it safe to say you’re mine now?” She asked, finally pulling away.

“I’m most definitely yours,” you said with a smile.

“Remind me to thank Vince,” she chuckled. “This may have been his best idea yet.”

“I definitely don’t think this was his idea,” you laughed.

“No, but still, if he hadn’t forced us together, I probably never would’ve worked up the courage to tell you how I feel.”

“Well I’m glad you did. And now we can move forward and be happy,” you said.

“I promise I’ll do anything to keep you happy.”

She kissed you once more and you sighed contently. Things may have gotten off to a rocky start, but everything works itself out eventually.

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[luciel-anciel]

Bound to Falling in Love

(Rody x Vince) (Dead Plate)

A/N: I wanted to make something lighthearted, my intention was to write a "Touch Starved but Affectionate Boyfriend x Partner, who hates being touched"

I'm still planning on writing something with the same dialogue expect make it darker, but for now— have something bittersweet.

His thumb brushed against the crumpled polaroid , the picture had been clumsily stuffed into his pockets numerous times. It was an image of him with Vince on his side; a grimace ever so obvious, a deep frown on his face— glaring at him for disrupting his work.

Rody lets out a small laugh, this was taken during his first month working at the bistro. Vince never smiled that much outside from his professional line of work, he'd show a charismatic smile in those newspaper clippings but he could tell Vince’s smile was stiff.

Speaking of the devil, his boyfriend stepped into their shared apartment. His perfect posture gone as he abruptly slouched his shoulders, the weight of the day's stress evident in the tension that radiated from his every step

The old polaroid now placed on the nightstand.

He only kept that formal and well mannered facade when eyes watched him, Rody knew how much his partner cared deeply for his reputation, even more than death.

“Evening handsome, rough time at work?” The brunette’s tone was soft, no longer brash or rowdy— just gentle. If you listened closely, there was a slight firmness to his tone as if his gentleness felt forced.

“Mhm.” Vince's only response was a weary sigh as he made his way to the couch, collapsing into it with a heavy thud. Rody's heart ached at the sight of his partner so exhausted, but he refused to be deterred and followed Vince like a lost puppy.

His eyes seemed to have withered under the strain of his responsibilities, leaving behind a man consumed by his own inner turmoil.

“By the looks of it, it does seem like a rough day.” The brunette showed a warm smile, hoping to offer some semblance of comfort. Though with the way how Vince looked at him— It felt like he was talking to a brick wall.

The tan skinned man sat next to Vince, he slowly moved closer to him but noticed his lover, straying a bit further away from him. Oh how Rody wished that Vince would lay his head on his shoulder instead of the pillow.

Vince’s pale hand clutched the pillow tightly, a hint of vulnerability showed in his blank demeanor for a second.

Rody approached cautiously and reached out to hold his hand. But as his fingers brushed against Vince's, the reaction was immediate and sharp.

"Don't," Vince muttered, attempting to slap Rody's hand away, his fear of touch manifesting in the harshness of his actions.

But Rody held on, his grip firm yet gentle, refusing to let go. He still kept on persisting.

"Why'd you stay with me for so long?" Vince's voice was barely a whisper, filled with confusion and a touch of bitterness. He preferred to be blunt.

"Because I love you" Rody replied, his affection had always been sincere, never the type to lie about his affection as well.

His voice unwavering and he played around with Vince's fingers, intertwining them together.

To Vince, when people say a word too much or too often, it cheapens the meaning.

“I—I loved you enough to let you tear me into pieces.” Rody’s tone wasn't one out of desperation nor infatuation, rather it sounded like someone that endured hardships, one who's tone sacrificed so much to fight for the ones he loved even when he had to go through immense pain.

Vince, upon hearing that, could only hold his head down low in shame.

The amount of times the two fought, felt meaningless now. Excruciatingly long years spent building bonds and reluctantly given trust— was all lost under a fit of rage.

It was always Rody that would reconcile to Vince, asking for forgiveness and he always let his pride get to him.

He brought Vince's hand to his chest, feeling the steady beat of his own heart beneath it. “And I loved you enough that I was willing to let all your mistakes be ignored even when it kept me awake at night…”

"Why?" His dark eyes softened, a flicker of emotion breaking through his hardened exterior.

Rody had nights where he laid awake, staring at his lover's resting face. Their faces were a few inches apart, and he would keep looking at Vince's peaceful expression, trying to match his breathing pattern. It calmed him down, made him feel closer to Vince in a way that words could never capture.

He would watch the gentle rise and fall of Vince’s chest, the way his lashes fluttered slightly with his dreams. Rody wondered when Vince would look at him like that, with calmness, with such a rested expression. The sight brought a strange mixture of comfort and longing. Comfort, because he could be near the person he loved most; longing, because he wished Vince could find the same peace in their love that he did.

He pondered, would Vince ever look at him so calmly when awake?

The man shook his head gently, his other hand slowly reaching up to touch Vince's cheek. "I loved you even when I felt like I was losing myself.”

A pained expression crossed Vince's face as he whispered, "I'm sorry."

Silence hung between them, the weight of Rody's words settling over Vince like a heavy blanket. In that silence, the pale man thought about all the ways he had failed his lover, all the times his actions had caused pain rather than joy.

He didn’t want to lose Rody, nor did he want Rody to bear the burden of their relationship alone.

Vince leaned into Rody's touch, his eyes closing as he absorbed the warmth and reassurance that radiated from his partner. "I don't deserve you" he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

Rody's smile was soft and filled with unconditional love. "You deserve to be loved, Vince. And I'm here, always."

He placed a soft kiss on Vince’s forehead, Rody was gentle with his actions.

"And I loved you even when I constantly questioned myself why I'm still staying with you," Rody finished, his hand cupping Vince's cheek tenderly, his thumb brushing away a stray tear.

Vince sat there rigid, the feeling of his warm lips lingered on his skin, his body feeling overwhelmed, instinctively flinched at the initial touch.

The idea of being vulnerable, of letting someone in so intimately, was foreign and uncomfortable for him. He had built walls around his heart for so long that the simple act of a hug felt almost foreign.

Rody, sensing Vince's hesitation, moved slowly, his hand moving away from his cheeks. He didn't force the embrace but instead offered it, letting Vince decide whether to accept it fully or not

For a moment, Vince remained stiff, his muscles tense as if he were bracing for impact. His mind raced with doubts and fears, but he had to take a chance-?

Slowly, Vince's defenses began to crumble. His arms, initially hanging awkwardly at his sides, moved to encircle Rody's waist. The touch was hesitant at first, Vince unaware how to even hold his own lover.

Vince was still scared to hold his arms around Rody; embracing him and though his actions were meticulously slow, the way he moved his arms to wrap around Rody’s waist was quite slow, matching the pace of a snail.

He felt the steady, calming presence of Rody's heartbeat against his chest. It was a rhythm that spoke of acceptance, a reminder that he wouldn't be rushed, that Rody wouldn't force him to deal with his ‘issue’ quickly.

Gradually, Vince's grip tightened, his fingers curling into the fabric of Rody's shirt.

Vince buried his face into the crook of Rody's neck, his breath warm and shaky against his tan skin. The reluctance was still there, a lingering doubt that gnawed at the edges of his mind, but the comfort of Rody's embrace began to soothe the turmoil within him.

Rody held him patiently once more, his hands gently rubbing Vince's back in slow, reassuring circles. He could feel the tension slowly ebbing away from Vince's body, replaced by a tentative acceptance of the intimacy they were sharing.

He was careful with his touches, or where he even touched the man— avoiding places where Vince felt the most discomfort.

As Vince finally allowed himself to melt into the hug, streams of tears escaped his tightly shut eyes, tracing a path down his cheek. He clung to Rody as if afraid he might disappear, finding solace in the warmth and safety of his partner's arms. It was a reluctant surrender, but a surrender nonetheless, and in that embrace, Vince began to realize that maybe, just maybe, he didn't have to face everything alone.

There was still a part of him that disliked being touched, a part of him that would flinch at the faintest of touch but he wanted to still try, he wanted to embrace Rody in his arms, just this once.

[edgessunflower]

He's beautiful

Pairing: Justin Hawk Bradshaw x Fem reader

Description: You fall head over heels for Hawk after becoming his valet and the only person who doesn't fear or judge him

You sit in an empty locker room waiting for a man called Hawk who you'd valet for and being a wrestler jumping when the door flies open to see a tall man in cowboy boots, a vest, and brown reddish shorts with long hair with red, brown, and dull blonde mixed perfectly that brought out his eyes and facial features feeling your heart quiver and flutter as he looks at you looking away quickly to fix your shoe before standing up following him to the curtain yelping when Razor Ramon bumps into you and tripping over a wire being caught by hawk but everyone watches quietly as he holds your face looking you over before looping his arm over your shoulder standing ringside for his match against Mankind and from that point on there was unspoken chemistry between the two of you especially as the months go on. The two of you became glued to the hip alarming other wrestlers with how different he became with you being his valet talking and communicating more with everyone instead of standing quietly or being confused most of the time, the bond only grew more leading to now as you sit on the porch of his home since the arena wasn't far from there zoning back from your thoughts when a jacket is placed over you turning to see hawk or bradshaw as you called him dressed in a button up and jeans while you wore a tank top with jeans due to the warm chill in the air "You're very pretty more than the sun, moon, and stars could ever be" your heart flutters before wrapping your arms around his shoulders in a deep slow kiss. Your heart picks up when he gently lifts you up with ease but the tender moment shared after he slowly lays you on his bed unable to keep your eyes off him from his build, muscles, and smile to his eyes, hair, and body in general melting as you kissed down his chest feeling him almost tremble at just how tender and gentle you were being but not showing that you had fear but love instead "You're beautiful as strange as that sounds but it's the only thing I can truly say that fits you perfectly to me" a sweet smile forms on his face before sharing a soft kiss before continuing your actions from before waking up the next morning still wrapped in his arms smiling when you look to see him asleep turning and burying your head in his shoulder for another hour before both of you got up and share a kiss before heading to the arena for your matches "How'd you fall for him?" you turn to see Sherry as you walk out in your ring gear "He's different and beautiful" she raises a brow at you before you accompany hawk to the ring slowly announcing your relationship over the next two months to your friends and even getting support from Vince remaining professional in the ring and during segments keeping things under wraps until the two of you were alone or at home getting married three years later smiling at the memories of the past few years as you look at the ultrasound picture in your hands while waiting for shaw to come home to share the news of a new step of life together.

[cruesuffix]

adding onto my streamer au…here’s something!

“Vince’s Gossip Corner: gossiping about the band addition!”

Vince’s room for the most part is dark, bar the pink LED lights he always uses. The man of the hour is off camera, rummaging around for a couple of things. There’s already a flood of comments coming in. It’s clear they’re all excited for another edition of Vince’s well beloved livestreams. It had been a month since Vince got himself a twitch account. The rest of the band had been pestering him to make an account.

Apparently they couldn’t call themselves the “emo hype house” if one of the members didn’t have a twitch or youtube channel. It didn’t really make much sense to him, but just to appease the guys (and get them off his back a bit) he made one. He didn’t know what to do at first, he wasn’t as good at playing video games like Mick was, and he didn’t want to just react to videos like Nikki and Tommy did. Some of the fans simply suggested he do whatever interested him. There were only two things that interested Vince: makeup and gossip.

So here he was now, combining the two in a segment he liked to call “Vince’s Gossip Corner.” He only ever streamed on Thursdays, probably because that was the only time he wasn’t busy doing other cooler things. Vince walked into the camera view, holding a bunch of makeup products in his arms. He smiled at the camera and sat down.

“Welcome losers! We’re back again for another edition of Gossip Corner! We have a lot to talk about, but before we get into that, I’d like to show you the look we’re going to be attempting today.” He greeted the audience, right before shoving his phone into the camera.

After a minute of trying to focus on his phone, a picture appeared clear as day. It was a closeup of a 1920’s film star in glam makeup. The comments erupted with skepticism, everyone was sure Vince wouldn’t be able to pull off the look.

glamkitty88: oh this is…

vincesgurl: you would EAT this look ong

poppy: you still have time to reconsider girliepop

“Ok I know this looks a bit complicated, but i could totally do it! Let’s be a bit more positive in the chat please.”

Throwing on a headband to get his bangs out of the way, Vince started by priming his face. Occasionally, in order to keep his fans engaged, he’d read out comments and answer questions.

“‘What’s Nikki doing today?’ ummm…I’m not sure…I think he said something about washing Mick’s hair on stream later today? I have no idea why though, I’ll probably pop into his stream later and see.” He answered a viewers question. It only fuels silly comments about those two.

“Guys wow, you gotta stop this!” He says in between giggles. “You guys are so weird!” He referred to a nikkimick shippers comments.

“Ok, ok, anyways…today I wanted to just be silly and gossip a bit with you guys, but this time I wanna talk about the band! I never talk about them on my streams, and I think they think they’re safe…well they aren’t!” He announced, bringing the attention back to the topic at hand.

“They’ve been real moronic lately I’m not gonna lie to you guys…who here say Mick’s last stream? He literally fell asleep on camera! It was so funny, I’m so happy I saw it live this time.”

micksgf: dude that was so funny! i literally gifted five subs to see if my message could wake him up and nothing happened!

yoongles: wait is he doing another moldy stream this week? i always miss it! :(

guitarhxro: i’m going to ask him to play guitar when he’s like that and see what happens!

fivealive: omg i was there!! didn’t nikki have to call him just to wake him up? that was gold!

joeyxmokey: you should have seen his face when he realized he was streaming it! i screenrecorded the whole thing if anyone wants to see it!

“Guys no but like I hate when he does those streams…cause I’m never there to see them! I literally always miss them and I keep telling Tommy to record a stream for me and he never does!” Vince whined as he dabbed some foundation on his face. The shade was noticeably too light for his complexion. Nobody said anything.

“These jerks don’t even think about me! Like I wanna watch those streams and I get nothing. He’s so hilarious when he’s like that though, you guys should see what he does off camera!” Vince continued, throwing in a little tease to the fans, who reacted appropriately.

davidmustardstain: ong vince you better release the footage

mimisworld: FILM HIM

kurtnovain: bros always saying stuff like this…just film him bro it ain’t that hard!

“Anyways, anyone else hear the news about Nikki?” Vince shrugged, changing the subject.

nikkisgirl: omg what?

nikkimyboo: i think i heard something about him and vanity…pls don’t let it be true!!

publikenemy: i don’t even know if i wanna know now!

“Well, last night Nikki told me…what’s her name? Umm…the crazy little black chick he’s always hanging around?”

merrygodown: vanity!!

“Oh,” Vince laughed, squinting at the name on the screen. “Thanks merry go down, yeah Vanity…well, and you didn’t hear this from me, but Nikki told me she proposed to him last night!”

nikkisgirl: NO

nikkisgirl: SAY SIKE PLS

yoongles: oh that’s not-

321beep: i’m going to kay em ess if this is true

nikkismyboo: does that mean i have to change my name now?

micksgf: brother euuughh

guitarhxro: oh but she’s not even that cute like that’s cringe ngl

Vince laughed as he read the comments. He was so amused by all the people badmouthing Vanity. He wondered if they knew none of them ever had a chance with Nikki in the first place.

micksgf: well at least mickey poo is single

“EWWW MICKS GIRLFRIEND WHAT ARE YOU EVEN TALKING ABOUT?!” Vince erupted in laughter at the comment. He screenshot the comment to show Mick later on.

He took a chance at quickly glancing at the viewfinder. He gasped at what he saw. He was pure white.

“Guys seriously? Why did no one tell me i look like a damn ghost in here?” he exclaimed, trying to blend everything out. obviously he was still pale white. He wondered if this shade would match Mick’s skin tone. He made a mental note to try it out on him tomorrow.

Meanwhile the comments were still reeling from his previous revelation.

publikenemy: yo vince you gonna tell us the truth??

yoongles: stop deflecting ho!!

321beep: no one cares about the foundation!!

kurtnovain: gay boy what’s the deal with nikki just tell us!!

“Ok first of all, don’t call me gay boy! Second of all, i told you already, Vanity tried to propose to Nikki…and he said yes! Yep that’s right jealous bitches Nikki ain’t yours no more so go cry to ya mama and stop annoying me about it!” Vince revealed, clapping his hands.

nikkisgirl: ONG I CANT DO THIS ANYMORE

wildgirl69: what no

nikkismyboo: what if this was my thirteenth reason?

The reactions were eye roll worthy, but Vince simply went back to dabbing concealer under his eyes and over any blemishes.

“Anyways… oh guys did you know one of Tommy’s girls got him a dirt bike? It’s literally outside our house right now and i wanna ride it so bad. I’m waiting for Tommy to leave so I can take it out for a spin. Literally I’m so jealous, my girl never gets me anything.” Vince lamented.

heavensdemons: aye if you don’t want her i’ll take her :)

“nuh uh mods ban that ho! No one makes jokes about stealing my girl in front of me! Evil behaviour…didn’t your parents ever teach ya some manners? Anyways…oh you’ll never believe who was at the store the other day. Axl Rose, just at the store buying Chex Mix right in front of me! I would have never pegged him as a cereal kind of guy, he kinda looks like he just wakes up and doesn’t eat anything…like just puts on clothes and just walks out the door. Like Tommy, that guy doesn’t eat a thing! Wait…ok umm, how am i going to do these eyebrows though? skinny like an anor- wait am i allowed to make that joke?”

bestiewestie: oh vince…

nikkisgirl: not cool dude!

mimisworld: vince gon get cancelled for the fifth time this week!

guitarhxro: bro thought he cooked with that one

“No guys wait, i love all my anorexic fans! y’all are cool hope you get better or something!”

micksgf: dodged a bullet!

nikkismyboo: where’s your ukulele?!

bbgirl: apology video with tears NOW

Vince tried hard to stifle a laugh as he moved on to contour. He wasn’t really sure what he should contour since the girl in the photo didn’t seem to have any on. With a shrug, he simply put it where he always did, his nose and cheekbones. Before he could say anything else, his phone rang. Looking down, he laughed as soon as he saw the contact name.

“Guys wait, it’s Mick! I’m putting him on speaker.”

Holding the phone up to his mic, he answered it.

Vince: “What up?”

Mick: Hey man…uhhh, I think I lost my keys, can you open the door?”

Mick sounded just a bit wasted, which only amused Vince more.

Vince: “Where were you?”

Mick: “Nunya, now open the door dipshit!”

Vince: Hey you’re on speaker, be nice!”

Mick: “I’m what? Are you doing a stream?”

Vince: “Yep!”

Mick: “Oh cool.”

Mick raised his voice so the audience could hear him clearly.

Mick: “Hey, uh, if anyones getting bored by this fruity ass livestream I’m doing a stream myself soon so come over to my channel: 1313mars if you want to see me…do something I guess, I don’t know.”

Vince pulled the phone away from the mic a bit.

Vince: “Dude stop plugging your shit on my channel!”

Mick: “Can you just hurry up and get your ass over here, I’m cold as hell out here.”

Vince: “Don’t you have a jacket?”

Mick: “I didn’t bring it cause i thought it wasn’t gonna be cold.”

Vince: “Were you at Jack’s place again?”

Mick: “Yeah…I- wait I’m not trying to have a conversation with you right now, I need you to open. the. door!”

“I would…but i’m busy! Ask Nikki!” Vince cheerfully replied. He could hear Mick start to curse him out but quickly hung up on him before a word could be made out. The last thing he needed was a channel violation notice.

“I’m telling you guys from now, if he starts a Moldy Stream tonight i’m ditching you guys.” Vince announced.

gulphoe: bffr we’d leave your ass before you could!

micksgf: sorry vinnie i’m leaving as soon as i get the notif

kingtommyland: don’t do the eyebrows it’s going to make you look bad!

“Whatever you losers! Do you think Nikki let him in yet?”

mimisworld: i’ve been watching both yours and nikki’s stream and he just got up and left!

micksgf: WAIT MICKS IN NIKKIS ROOM MY BESTIE JUST SENT ME A SCREENSHOT!!

rightriot: lmaoo vince he’s tearing you up on nikki’s stream rn

kiki: he just called you a carpet muncher…you gon let that slide?

“A what? girl i’m not a lesbian what’s he talking about?”

wildgirl69: he’s beating your ass in the stream lmaoo

“What’s he saying?”

kirikiribonito: he called you gay and said he doesn’t like watching your fruity little livestreams!

Vince scoffed.

“Nobody’s forcing him to watch!”

midnightbarber: he said you look like the ghost of christmas past if it just got run over by a porsche

“GHOSTS CAN’T GET RUN OVER BY CARS!” Vince yelled out. Mick’s voice could be heard even in the background.

“THEN WHY DO YOU LOOK LIKE THAT, CASPER?!”

Vince gasped, he looked at the camera as if the audience could help him.

“Motherfucker just called me Casper…I’m going to destroy all his streaming equipment, I’d like to see what he does then.”

bbgirl: you ain’t gonna do shit!!

Before he could answer, a notification popped up on Vince’s phone.

“New Notification: 1313mars started a livestream “vimce niel neds to jmp of a brdge!1!1!”

Vince squinted at the notification and grinned. His viewer count was slowly going down as everyone moved onto the “better” stream of the night. He looked up at the camera.

“Sorry losers I suddenly have something better to do now, I gotta go, but I’ll be back next Thursday…on the dot. Oh, and Mick I know you ain’t watching but I’m going to destroy you…just you wait.”

wildgirl69: he really thought he ate with that one

micksgf: CRINGE

Vince quickly turns off the stream and his camera, heading over to Mick’s stream which was barely a minute in.

[nolanhollogay]

❛ i’m not afraid of you. ❜

vincetate ! [everyone but me boos]

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As abnormal as it may seem, Tate was comfortable with the weight of a gun in his hand. He'd been doing shooting practice in the backyard for years at this point, since his 13th birthday. (All he'd wanted that year was a new bike. Instead he got a pistol.)

Since then, every first Saturday of the month, he'd shoot at targets. Well, except for those two godawful months in New York – which was incredibly ironic given that it could be argued he'd need a gun more there than in Woodsboro.

Seeing as it was the first Saturday of June, Tate was behind the trailer, gun in hand. His dad named her Monica, after some sitcom character who apparently looked just like his mom. Tate didn't use the name, or see the resemblance.

His dad watched as he shot at the paper targets he'd hung that morning, face crinkled in concentration.

"Aim for the head, Tater Tot," he said, lazily. He was daydrinking again, a can of beer in the cupholder of the chair he was sitting in.

Tate groaned. His aim was shit, no matter what he did. "You know I'm not good at this."

"That's why we practice," his dad said, sweetly, voice gentle. He rarely yelled, even when Tate did stupid shit, even when he was so pissed off he couldn't find the words. Tate loved him for it. "I'm gonna go order pizza. You keep trying, alright?"

"Yeah, dad." He waited until his dad was inside to pull out his phone, the arm holding the gun dropping to his side.

He was met with his usual notifications. Tara and Mindy having a heated debate about a horror movie – in this case, Hereditary – in the group chat, with Wes trying to get them to relax. An Instagram notification from Nancy, who posted yet another picture of her dog. A text from Chad.

Heart sinking then rising like he was on a rollercoaster, he clicked on the text.

From: chad !!

are you going to be MIA all summer? we miss you :( and you know the gc can't handle tara and mindy and their snobby horror shit without you to play moderator

He was about to type out a response, an explanation that he needed to watch over his dad, but his attention was pulled away by the sharp sound of a whistle.

Eyes flying up, he was met with Vince Schneider, one of Woodsboro's finest.

"Hi, Sheriff Jr. It's good to see you," he said, smiling like he knew something Tate didn't. He was hot in that disgusting, greasy mechanic, line cook who didn't bathe kind of way. Tate wasn't above admitting that he was kind of attracted to him, especially when he smiled at him like that.

Still, he was a sleazeball and not worth Tate's time. "Why are you in my yard?"

Vince smiled even wider, tilting his head. "A man can't take a walk?"

"That doesn't explain why you're in my yard."

Tate's phone lit up in his hand again. Another text from Chad.

From: chad !!

tateeeee :( reply to meeeee

Vince's eyes danced with amusement. Sadly, Tate's stomach swooshed a little at the sight. "A man can't stop his walk to appreciate a pretty boy?"

Tate rolled his eyes, fluttery feelings gone as soon as they came. "Get off my property."

Vince stepped into his personal space, so close their feet were touching. He smelt like used matches and cigarettes and musky cologne. Tate didn't hate it. "You wanna say that again? Put some more bass in your voice?"

Tate scoffed. "I'm not afraid of you."

Vince raised an eyebrow before he smiled again. "And why not?"

Tate raised his right hand. "Because I'm literally holding a gun."

They were standing close enough for Tate to watch him swallow harshly. Though he tried not to show it, fear was evident on his face, for just a moment.

"You're bolder than you look, Sheriff Jr. I like it," he said.

Tate scoffed. "I don't care what you like. Get out of my yard."

Vince laughed, smiling again. "You know, for some reason I don't think that's true.."

From inside the trailer, Tate's dad shouted, "Tate, do you want sausage or pepperoni?"

Vince's smile stayed plastered on his face as he stepped back, brushing his hand on Tate's arm. "I'll see you around, Sheriff Jr."

Tate was a bit ashamed by the blush in his cheeks as he watched him go.

"Tate?" his dad called, and he jumped.

"Sorry, I was zoning out! Sausage!" he said, as he looked back to his phone.

He paused, trying to figure out what to say to Chad. It didn't feel right to mention his interaction with Vince. It felt like.. a betrayal even though nothing had happened, and nothing would happen.

Maybe he could just keep this to himself.

To: chad !!

sorry! shooting practice today, u know how my dad is

[jbankai89]

Dream Daddy Preview #10

The weekend that they were set to drive out to Lake Muskoka was a bit noisier than Vince had initially envisioned, especially when Nomad was staying in the city, and being babysat by Vince's usual dogsitter.

First, Finn had sheepishly shuffled over to Vince one evening like a kid who got caught with his hand in the cookie jar, and he asked if it would be possible to give his friends a lift.

“They won't let me pay for a rental for them, and things are kinda tight,” Finn explained.

“They can ride with us,” Vince had replied without thinking, and Finn beamed at him happily.

Now, the memory of Finn's smile was one of the only things keeping Vince sane.

It wasn't that Vince disliked Finn's friends—far from it, in fact—but he'd been picturing a much more leisurely drive out to his birthday party, and it seemed as though Ryan had enough energy for about twelve people.

On top of that, Ryan's energy seemed to be amping Finn up, and they were mixing so much talk and sign language together that it was practically impossible to follow. Vince found himself sitting quietly while he watched the two friends interact. Mara was doing the same, though the wry smirk on her face gave Vince the impression that she'd seen the pair do this a million times before.

Vince truly did his best not to allow his feelings towards the scenario show on his face. Though he couldn't do anything with Finn per their contract, it still would have been nice to spend a little time alone with him before he had to share his young man with all his friends and colleagues.

Oh well, maybe next time.

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[casspurrjoybell-27]

Our Hearts Collide - Chapter 27 - Part 2

*Warning - Adult Content*

Simon

Loreta either knew we hadn't eaten or she heard us coming down the steps, quickly placing a heaping plate of waffles with fresh strawberries and whipped cream, almost resembling Cindy's Diner, without the milkshakes.

She smiled as she handed each of us a plate, though I was sure her smile had to do with the elephant in the room or in this case, on our necks.

Loreta didn't say anything, though, merely raising an eyebrow before turning to retrieve some silverware.

Vince blushed as he pulled the plate of waffles closer to us.

"If Xavier doesn't see us first, she's going to gossip to him about it."

"The hickeys?"

He nodded.

"I'm not going to hear the end of it."

"What?" I laughed.

"It's not like these will be the first."

His face reddened.

"Well, yes but I'm fairly certain he made a bet with the Betas, possibly even Loreta."

"About us?"

"About last night," he whispered, Loreta, entering through the doorway to drop the silverware on the counter.

She smiled amusement before saying 'enjoy' and heading back into the workstation.

"Oh," I said.

"You think he won that bet?"

"Depends what he bet on exactly. He didn't want to tell me."

"Classic Xavier."

I reached for the knife to cut the waffle while Vince placed the strawberries onto my plate, only taking two slices himself.

"That just means we can tease him when he's covered in Sam's hickeys."

Vince laughed.

"You're certain it's not the other way around?"

"Maybe they both would, who knows. Xavier does surprise us half the time."

I scooped a strawberry onto a piece of the waffle.

"Unless they already have."

Vince nearly choked on a piece of the waffle, his eyes widening.

"No."

"They snuck past us that night, who's to say they haven't?"

I gestured to the staircase behind us.

"We teased them, remember?"

"Yeah, just can't picture my baby brother doing..." he shivered.

"No, I don't want to know."

I laughed as he went back to eating his waffles, occasionally dipping them into the whipped cream.

"Clayton and Rina seemed nice," I said, remembering their conversation yesterday.

He nodded.

"It's too bad Arthur wasn't here. Clayton wasn't a big fan of me if I'm being completely honest. Arthur wanted to meet you."

"I'd love to meet him too and Clayton didn't seem to hate you."

"No, he just really hates my father," he clarified.

"So me, by default but I don't blame him, after what I was told. He finds it strange that Arthur was so interested in talking to me in the first place, I'd have to agree."

"Because of what your dad did to him?"

He nodded.

"I don't even know the full story and from what I gathered, I doubt the rest of the pack knows either. It's probably for the best, though."

I hummed, slowly picking at the last remnants of the strawberries, then remembered what else Rina had mentioned.

"What was that about his heir?"

He stopped mid-bite, a piece of the waffle falling to the plate.

"Rina doesn't want to take over?"

"She never showed interest in it before," he explained.

"But Arthur and Clayton can't lead the pack forever. Clayton may be the Alpha but if they were to follow the hierarchy, Arthur is the rightful Alpha of the pack, his parents founded the pack."

"And since Rina's not Arthur's child...." I trailed, seeing where he was going.

"You think he does have an heir out there?"

Vince pursed his lips.

"It's possible. Maybe unlikely but the chances of his son surviving as a rogue, on top of inheriting the qualities of an Alpha, are fairly low. He'd probably be prone to fighting or getting into trouble without the guidance of either of the parents."

I wasn't sure what intrigued me, maybe it was because I was naturally curious.

"Does he know their name?"

Vince shook his head.

"Arthur asked the mother to name him, had her hide away to protect the child from my father's grudge against him by not associating with him or the pack."

"And he doesn't know anything else about him?"

With the tilt of his head, Vince replied...

"He said he'd be around my age, maybe a little older than Rina. Oh, he mentioned something about the mother."

"Her name?"

Vince's eyes widened.

"Yeah. Arthur knew her name. Now, what was it again?" he groaned, pressing a finger to his temple.

"Why can't I remember her name? Was it Wendy? No..." he hummed before sitting up straight on the barstool.

"Willow," Vince said.

"I think that's what he said."

"Willow."

'Willow. The same age as Vince. Prone to fighting?'

It couldn't be a coincidence.

It definitely fits the bill if fighting meant being quick to judge, overprotective and stubborn as a mule.

"What's up, Simon?"

"Willow," I echoed.

"Her name was definitely Willow?"

"Yes. I'm pretty sure that's what Arthur said. Why?"

"Did Arthur say if she would be alive? Or...." I trailed off.

Vince shook his head.

"Clayton told me she died a long time ago. Why?"

'Died under a willow tree. Left Cedar in my care.'

What were the odds?

Though I wasn't sure why it made me hesitate to tell him, this meant it would change many things if it were to be true.

Aspen as the heir?

Aspen is a part of a different pack, being treated as a future pack leader.

What else did this mean for Aspen, for Sarah and Rowan too?

"Is something wrong?"

Vince's hand touched my wrist.

"Did you know of a She-wolf named Willow?"

I looked down to his wrist, then trailed until my eyes steadied on his, the worry etched into his face.

I nodded, giving him a forced smile as I tried to make sense of it.

"I did."

His brows shot up.

"And?"

"Aspen's mother's name," I said.

"Her name was Willow."

Vince's eyes blinked, his face emotionless until it dawned on him.

His shoulders relaxed, his body leaning back as if to look at me like I grew a head.

"Aspen?"

"It can't be a coincidence, can it?" I mumbled but I couldn't deny that it did add up.

He gulped.

"Well, let's think this through. It could be a coincidence, right?"

"You and Aspen are the same age. Their mother died shortly after Cedar was born," I explained.

"You know how quick Aspen is to argue and defend. He's capable of holding his own, I've seen that time and time again, both humans and wolf form."

Vince nodded.

"He is intimidating, I'll give him that. Not to mention his wolf's larger."

"If it's true," I said slowly.

"That means Arthur is his father. Which would also make Aspen his...."

"Heir," Vince's words cut the air like a knife.

We looked at each other with the same thought.

How would we tell Aspen... if we were to tell Aspen?

[kaiwildcr]

           it  truly  was  like  they  were  back  in  that  locker  room  fucking  around  with  each  other  .  a  decade  later  and  they  were  still  𝐎𝐁𝐍𝐎𝐗𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒  and  𝐔𝐍𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄���𝐄𝐃  by  everyone  around  them  .  vincent  atwood  and  kyle  wilder  ,  truly  a  pair  most  probably  wouldn't  want  to  be  involved  with  alone  or  together  .  possibly  for  common  and  very  𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓  reasons  .            (      both  their  own  brand  of  trouble  .      )              they  may  have  both  been  playing  a  game  of  selfish  and  at  times  cruel  intentions  but  they  were  both  playing  with  a  completely  different  board  .  vince  was  precise  ,  smart  about  his  moves  .  while  kai  was  out  of  control  and  unhinged  with  his  moves  .  although  ,  both  a  version  of  unhinged  that  anyone  wouldn't  want  to  be  involved  with  if  they  really  stopped  to  take  in  the  whole  picture  of  the  two  men  .

a  look  of  shock  ,  utter  defensiveness  crossed  the  males  features  as  he  brought  a  hand  up  to  his  chest  ,  hand  on  heart  .          ❛      i'm  a  changed  man  ,  vince  .  haven't  you  heard  ?  i've  found  god  .  you  know  ,  peace  ,  serenity  ,  all  that  bullshit  .      ❜           kai  spoke  ,  rattling  off  different  things  anyone  𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓  a  thoughtful  bone  in  their  body  would  rattle  off  in  their  defense  .  although  ,  kai  was  playing  into  the  illusion  as  a  joke  .  what  could  he  say  ?  he  had  a  flare  for  the  dramatics  .  chris  needed  someone  to  constantly  record  when  practicing  for  av  and  film  club  back  in  the  day  .  finally  ,  a  laugh  fell  from  the  males  lips  before  he  smiled  wider  .  showing  off  all  his  pearly  whites  .  surprisingly  ,  he  hadn't  had  any  knocked  out  just  yet  .  him  being  into  extreme  sports  and  the  whole  part  about  starting  fights  and  having  a  very  punchable  face  really  did  make  that  fact  pretty  𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄  .          ❛     i'm  unstoppable⏤  fucking  untouchable  ,  baby  !  what  can  i  say  !     ❜           another  laugh  before  he  reached  over  and  smacked  vince  on  the  shoulder  .         ❛     you  gonna  get  me  a  fucking  drink  or  what  ?      ❜

vincent's grin grew almost wild, laughter coming from his chest as he dropped his head back to amplify the sound of his amusement. ❛ you ?? thoughtful ?? PLEASE — you're the epitome of ' lights on, no one home' , kai wilder. i didn't even know you were capable of having thoughts. ❜ spoken as a joke, but believed to be the truth. vincent atwood knew himself to be wildly intelligent and far brighter than many gave him credit for; able to build a lucrative career for himself with a company that was no doubt about to make history. kai, on the other hand. . . well, vince didn't think the other was capable of finding such success. probably because he was a bit of a basket case; more tame than others they had gone to school with but, certainly not STABLE by any means.

vince didn't bat or swat away the other's hand as he poked and prodded at his face, scrunching up his face though a wide smile was still cracked on his lips. ❛ fuck off, ❜ vince grinned, lifting his arms to give the other a shove. the teammate mentality had managed to traverse time; locker room talk finding its way into dive bars and crowded rooms, places where it wasn't welcome; not that the duo truly cared about that. ❛ never thought i'd ever come back to this shithole town, let alone see you here with all your teeth. ❜

[hanzobow]

[romanstheory]

Simply Meant To Be Part One

** This will be a short(ish) story told in first person by the main character. I will include pictures/gifs to describe how she looks etc. **

Characters: Roman Reigns, Nala (reader), Violet

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,434

Credit

My name is Nala, the current WWE Smackdown Women's Champion. I've been champion for 365 days as of today. I've been named the face of the Smackdown Womens division. I'm known for my high flying high risk technique and striking looks. I am tough as nails, some might say bitchy but I know what I want and won't tolerate anything less. I've been on my own my entire career, no tag team partner ever. With the release of a new game coming up, Vince has forced me into not only a tag team situation but a new brand with Roman Reigns. That's right the Tribal Chief himself, he and I would be sharing the cover of the newest and most hyped up WWE game thus far.

This meant we would be spending a lot of time together over the next several months. I'm not excited about it, but what was I going to do? Complain? Like I said, I'm a lone ranger I don't really talk to many people within the locker room. My best friend though is Naomi, we've been tight since NXT. "So how are you feeling with this whole storyline with Roman" Naomi asks as she fixes my thick curly hair. "Girl honestly I don't know, I hope Vince doesn't try to pin me as the typical damsel in distress because everyone knows that is not me" I say looking at myself in the mirror.

"I think he knows better, the WWE Universe would rip him a new one" Naomi says with a giggle. "Just be nice to him Nala, he's got a lot going on right now. Jimmy's been telling me everything, it's not my place to say but just be gentile with him. I know that's not really you thing miss rough and tough but just try" She continues. I nod in silence as she finishes fluffing my curls up even more. "Thank you!" I say as I give Naomi a hug, heading to Vince's office to discuss plans with this new storyline and branding.

I walk down the hall, and turn the doorknob to enter Vince's office. Roman was already there, sitting and Vince's desk. "Nala!! You look great!! Have a seat!" Vince says with a smile. Roman and I awkwardly smile at each other as I take a seat. We don't even know each other, yet here we are planning our careers together. "So, here's what I'm thinking. We've got you the Tribal Chief Roman Reigns and Pandora's Box Personified Nala, the faces of Smackdown and quite frankly WWE in general" Vince starts "We start you out at an award show or two and strike some buzz there. We set the two of you up as a stable and make magic in the ring. In a you scratch my back I scratch yours way".

I take a deep breath "Mr Mcmahon with all due respect, this sounds awesome but we don't even know each other. How am I supposed to work with someone that I don't have chemistry with. He's an amazing competitor but we're totally different" I say. "Y'know I'm gonna have to agree sir, we don't know each other. We're keeping this company together but how do we know that we'll operate like a unit together" Roman adds. "Very valid concerns, which is why I've rented a house for the two of you to stay in for a few weeks in the name of bonding" Vince says with a smile.

Roman and I just kind of look at each other and say nothing. Great, I get to live with a stranger for a few weeks because my crazy ass boss thinks this will all work out. "Great! No objections, now you'll be gone for three weeks. After those three weeks you will have a tag team match on Smackdown. We will have another meeting after that and see where we're going to go from there" Vince says without giving either of us any time to actually object "Now, go on the car is waiting".

Roman and I both get up and exit the room. "Well, what do you want for dinner roomie" I say looking up at Roman. His 6'3 frame towered over my 5'1 frame. "Pizza? Might as well treat ourselves" Roman says with a laugh. A little girl comes running full speed around the corner "Daddy! They're coming!" She says screaming and laughing running to Roman. Jimmy and Jey come sprinting around the corner "Sorry uce, she's fast. We tried to keep her in the dressing room" Jey says out of breath.

"He has a kid? Why is she here?" I think to myself. "Is this your girlfriend?" She asks Roman pointing at me. Roman's face gets red with embarrassment "No baby, she's daddy's business partner. We're going to be staying together for a little while" Roman responds. "And me too?!" She says as her eyes light up with hope. "And you too baby doll" He reassures her. The three of us gather our things and head off to the house Vince had rented for us. The car ride is silent and pretty awkward. We arrive at the house, and settle in inside.

"If you don't mind me asking, how is her mom going to feel about me staying here with you two. I know I wouldn't be happy about it" I ask sitting on the arm of the couch. "Well, I wouldn't know. I haven't heard from her in 4 months" Roman says looking at the floor. I immediately feel like the worlds biggest asshole for even asking. This must have been what Naomi was talking about. "I'm so sorry for asking, I just didn't want to overstep any boundaries" I say. "It's no problem, you didn't know" He responds. The room is full of awkward silence once again, I didn't know what to do or say. What do I talk to him about? What does he like to do?

"So what's your name princess?" I ask Roman's daughter. "Violet!" She says proudly. "Wow! What a beautiful name for an even more beautiful girl! So Violet, do you like pizza?" I ask kneeling down to be at eye level with her. She nods her head at me and smiles "Okay, how about we order some! Anything you want baby girl!" I say with a smile. Roman sits and observes our conversation quietly. "Pepperoni and sausage pleaseeee!!!" She says jumping up and down. Roman lets out a soft laugh "That's my girl!" He says

The pizza arrives within 30 minutes and Roman grabs it from the front door. "How about we eat at the table? As long as that's fine with Princess Violet" I say winking at Violet. She skips over to the table and we all take our seats. "So, Vince says we should get to know each other" I say before taking a bite of my pizza "Tell me about yourself". Roman pauses for a minute "Well, I've held my title for the longest in history and I-" Roman says as I cut him off. "No, I don't want to hear about your WWE self I want to hear about YOU. What do you like to do, who are YOU" I interrupt. "Nobody had ever really asked me that. I-I like to play football, I love my family, i enjoy a nice beer, I love spending time with my daughter" Roman says between bites.

"And who are you besides the outspoken pandora's box personified" Roman says with a chuckle. "I love kids, I like to sing and dance, I'm an artist, I enjoy lazy time with my family, I'm a lover" I say with a slight smile looking up from my plate. "And i'm Violet!" Violet says with a laugh. Roman and I laugh with her, kind of taken aback by her boldness. We all agreed to watch Violet's favorite disney movie, Encanto after we ate. Violet and I sang and danced to every song together as Roman watched and laughed.

"You be Tio Felix and I'll be Tia Pepa!" Violet says taking my hand to dance with her. We continue to dance and sing together until Violet is too tired to continue. She settles down and curls into Roman's arm, falling asleep fast. "She's got a lot of energy" I say laughing. "Too much for me to handle sometimes" Roman says with a smirk. Roman carries her into their room, and plops back onto the couch next to me. "I don't know about you, but I've got a good feeling about these next few weeks" Roman says with a smile.

[stitcheswashere13]

i saw this prompt on AO3 "Did you three have a sister?" You ask shyly. Lester clenches his jaw and swallows hard. "I saw that there were four of you, in the pictures." if you wanna do it <33

This right here- Ty! For the request btw! Ok so- im basing this right after ofc this request and a fun fact on the movie- The fun fact on the movie was that there was going to be 4 kids instead of 3, but they changed it to 3 kids, and if im not mistaking the 4th kid that they took out was a girl, So I'm basing it off of these two things- And Woo! first semi- angst post! and again ty for my first request! sorry i didnt get to this sooner lol!

Ok! time for the story!

“The fourth kid”

Warnings! Mentions of death, Kinda sad, A couple dark-ish humor jokes. Thats all i can think of-. Around 450 words.

*y/n looking at an old picture book* “Hey- uh- Did you three have a sister? Or Another sibling?” you look over at the men to see Lester clenching his jaw and swallowing hard. “ well, what makes you think there was another one of us?” you pick up a photo and lift it up to show Lester “well, i saw that there was 4 of you, in the photos” Bo slowly leans in to take a look at the photo as he softly whispers “oh, Lester you can tell them, me and Vince dont mind” you look over at Vincent  to see him nodding as he very quietly says “its fine”.  You look at Lester tilting your head slightly until he starts to quietly speak “There was a fourth one of us, our sister, she was a bit- how do I put this... Extra” You were about to say sorry for asking about her until he started up again “ She died by being stabbed by one of our victims, Bo brought them in the house gave one for me to kill, gave on to Vincent and kept one for himself and our sister, what we didn’t know what that there was a fourth person who somehow manged to sneak in, find a weapon. Our sister went out as a distraction,  and as soon as they figured out she was with us, they stabbed her in the heart. This is why everyone is a bit more overprotective than how we used to be.” Lester finishes “Guys, im so sorry-” “ Its ok” bo soon says “she is in a better place.... most likely beating the living shit out of the person who killed her with her shoe, She did that to me twice.” Everyone in the room giggled a bit at the comment “yeah, she was a wild fire” Lester chuckled a bit  at his comment to lighten the gloomy mood.  Vincent then grabbed down an old necklace and leaned over to Bo and Lester and whispered something. You see Bo smirk and say “Hey Y/n, come here for a second and turn around.” You follow Bo’s Directions, and as you do you feel Vincent putting the necklace on you. “Oh! Thank you! What's this?” You look at Bo, when he starts to speak “well it was her necklace, and you two are quite alike, and now that you know about her, we thought she would want you to wear it.” You smile at Bo’s words as you begin to thank them again. You soon hear Lester  (trying to lighten the mood) Yell “LAST PERSON OUTSIDE GETS PUSHED IN THE POND!”  And you all began to run outside.

End Note!  

Yeah I tried to lighten the sad mood a bit, Again, Thank you so much for the request, speaking of request they are open, And Thank you guys for all the likes and follows! Sorry for this being short,  Check out my pinned post to see who I write for and what stories i have written! and Have a Lovely Day! 

[hockey-hoe-24-7]

Blue Lace, feat. Vince Dunn

Warnings: Smut, can’t really think of anything else

Length: 2.6k

This wasn’t a good idea. You thought it could have been. But it wasn’t. It had been 3 days ago but now...not so much. As you stared at yourself in the mirror, you went back and forth between the two voices in your head, aka your two roommates. 

Omg, Y/N, he’ll love it. Andrew tore mine off me in 30 seconds.

I don’t know...Ben laughed when he saw me. I mean, he liked it but he laughed. 

They were talking, of course, about surprising their SO’s with sexy lingerie. Sarah has a good experience with her boyfriend, but Lisa...not so much. Two completely different stories left you very conflicted as you stood in front of the mirror, staring at the brand new pair of blue lace lingerie you had on. 

You had only been officially dating Vince for about two months, so you didn’t really know how he’d react. You known him for about five months before through the aforementioned roomies, who had a lot of players on different teams as friends. 

When you had take Sarah and Lisa on as roommates, you had no idea what you were getting yourself into. It was a common occurrence to see hockey players, especially Blues players, lounging in your apartment on any given weeknight, or drinking your alcohol on a weekend.  

You had always been too busy to really stop and join and for a while there you were the quiet roommate who worked all the time, paid most of the rent, and supplied the never ending stream of booze. It was convenient when you were trying to avoid a certain defenseman that you had a not so subtle crush on. You had been successful until the one weekend you had off, your roommates had been hosting yet another get together and they had cornered you in your room, all but dragging you out by your hair. Of course, your living room was filled to the brim with hockey players, a gorgeous defenseman in the middle of the chaos with a beer in his hand. When he saw you and gave you a cheeky smile, patting the spot next to you with his free hand. A pinch in the ass and a shove from Lisa had you tumbling on the couch next to him.

You two had fallen into easy conversation, the rest of the room melting away until it was just you two, heads bent together as you talked about anything and everything.  Before you knew it, it was 3 AM and you were the only two left in the room. Based on what you knew about him, you thought for sure he was going to try to talk his way into your bed, but he left you with a knowing smile and a “good night.” You thought for sure that would be the last intimate interaction you had with him, but he was calling you late the next morning for breakfast. Breakfast had turned into lunch, lunch had turned into drinks, and drinks into dinner.  He asked you on an official date that weekend and the rest was history.

Since your relationship was still relatively new, the two of you were having sex with frankly alarming frequency. You were still learning new things about each other, and you had gained enough confidence in yourself to try something new. Hence, standing in a pair of blue lingerie that cost you an arm and a leg. Your phone buzzed again.

“We need better lighting. Take a picture in the living room next to that one lamp.”

Rolling your eyes, you snatched up your phone and robe and made your way to living room. You were standing beneath the lamp, your phone set up against the wall for a full body shot when you heard the front door click open.

Shit.

You had been so excited about the lingerie you had forgotten to lock the door when you came home from the store.

Sarah was in Baltimore visiting family and Lisa was in Colorado for a business trip so....jesus christ someone was breaking in. Where the fuck was your robe?

Lunging across the couch, you grabbed your robe and flailed around desperately to put it on as the door swung open. You were going to have some dignity if you were beaten up and mugged.

“Babe?”

The male voice sent your heart to your throat, but it was followed by a crushing relief when you recognized it as Vince’s. Your boyfriend was standing in your doorway, his expression turning to one of shock and surprise when he got an eyeful of your outfit. 

Your throat still thick with residual panic, you glared at him as you fumbled to tie the belt of your robe.

“Do you fucking knock?”

He didn’t answer for a moment, his mouth still slack. Grabbing a pillow from the couch, you hurled it at him. He dodged it with the easy grace of a professional athlete.

“What’re you wearing?”

“We’re not over the heart attack you nearly gave me.”

“It won’t happen again. What the fuck were you just wearing?”

You crossed your arms over your chest and gulped, trying to maintain your stern demeanor and keep your eyes away from the growing erection beneath his sweatpants.

“Don’t worry about it.”

His devilish cat-caught-the-canary smile made your legs go weak. 

Not taking his eyes off of you, he closed the door behind him, turning the lock. “We both know that’s not happening, baby girl.”

You stood up straighter, but you both knew he had you. You were nothing in the face of any of of his seductions. Your nipples beading against the lace and arousal pooling between your legs, you decided not to fight it.

“I got you a gift.”

His eyebrows shot up as he began to round the couch. “What did I do to deserve a gifts?”

You shrugged, trying to act nonchalant as you backed away, keeping pace with him so he never got any closer to you. “You’ve played really well these past few weeks.”

He nodded. “Can’t argue with that.” Cocky bastard.

His eyes were hooded as he advanced on you. “Take off your robe.”

You shrugged again, your power in the situation going straight to your head. “Hmmmmm I’m not sure. You gave me quite a fright there. I don’t think you deserve your gift anymore.”

His eyebrows shot up a second time in surprise and he grinned as his cock twitched. You had never challenged him like that before.

“Y/N.” A warning.

“Hm?”

The two of you were still moving. “Do you like that robe?” He asked. “Yes, actually. Very much so,” you answered casually.

“Then I imagine you want it to remain in one piece, which it won’t if you make me tear it off you.”

You bit your lip and you could practically feel your eyes dilate with a flood of arousal. Both of you stilled, the air thick with sex and anticipation.

Suddenly, he was moving, lunging forward with an arm outstretched. You squealed and leapt out of his reach, taking off down the hallway toward your bedroom. You heard him thunder after you and he caught you in no time, swinging you up off your feet like you weighed nothing. He threw you down on your bed and you laughed giddily, making a half-hearted effort to get away. He shackled your ankle and dragged you back toward him, fisting your robe and pulling you onto your back. You put up a valiant effort to resist, but his weight and strength dwarfed yours. Manacling your wrists above your head, he straddled your hips, your breath leaving your chest on a deep exhale. 

He leaned down and kissed you hard and deep. You groaned and tried to arch into him, every part of your desperate after the long separation you had just endured. After an eternal moment, he nipped your lip and pulled back, his mouth ghosting over yours. “May I?”

You nodded, your heart pounding in your chest. He thanked you with another quick kiss before pulling away, moving himself off of you and between your thighs, wrapping your legs around his hips. His hands steady and his cock hard against the inside of your thigh, he undid the belt of your robe with agonizing slowness. You made yourself lay there, even though every part of you wanted to beg to have him inside you again.

As he pushed your robe off, he groaned, his cock jerking against your leg as he slowly drank in the sight of you. “Jesus...fuck, baby.” You didn’t blame him for his reaction. All elaborate lace and straps that accentuated every feminine curve you had, you knew you looked good. But there was still a nagging feeling in the back of your head that had you asking: “Do you like it?”

His expression as he looked up at you was almost comical. “Do I like it? Christ, baby, I fucking love it.” His eyes flared with heat again. “Want me to show you how much I love it?” Catching your lip between your teeth you nodded.

You kept your legs tight around his hips as he leaned over you, bracing his arms on either side of your head. He took your mouth in another kiss, but this one was soft and slow, teasing. He knew how desperate you were for him, how easily he could make you do what he wanted. He could torture you any way he pleased and you would beg for it. Tightening your legs around him, you rolled your hips, smiling to yourself when you felt his hips involuntary jerk into you.

Pulling his mouth from yours, he kissed down your jaw to your throat. Craning your neck, you shoved your hands beneath his sweater, silently urging him for skin on skin. He complied, raising himself off of you just long enough to shed his sweatshirt before coming back to nip at your shoulder. As he moved lower, you ran your hands through his hair, scratching his scalp in that way you knew he liked so much. When he reached your breasts, he kissed along the scalloped edge of your lace bra, letting his tongue lick along your skin every so often. When he lapped gently at one beaded nipple you whimpered, tightening your grip in his hair.

“You like that, baby?” he purred, looking up to meet your eyes. You gulped and nodded, feeling no shame. You gasped as he pushed two fingers beneath your panties and inside of you. “Jesus, you’re wet. Did you miss me?”

You nodded quickly again and he grinned. He curled the two fingers inside of you and you cried out as he hit your g-spot. Pulling his fingers out of you just as quickly, he moved back to your breasts, sucking one lace covered nipple into his mouth. Crying out his name, you arched into him again, pressing his head down with urgent hands. Lapping at one nipple, he massaged the other with a callused hand. Pulling back for a brief moment, he dragged the lace cup of your bra down so his mouth was unobstructed.

“God, Y/N,” he groaned, his voice thick. “This lingerie is driving me fucking crazy.”

You let out a throat exhale of a laugh. “That was kind of the point.”

He laughed against your breast, a gravelly sound, before gently biting down on your nipple. Then he was moving again, kissing and nipping down your abdomen, his hands grazing over the intricate leather straps of the lingerie set. When he reached the delicate waistband of the lace panties, he took his time teasing you with light brushes of his lips everywhere but where you needed him.

“Vince...” He laughed breathily at the edge of desperation in your voice. He sunk his teeth into the mound right above your clit and you rolled your hips in silent reply, digging your nails into his bare shoulders in a silent plea for more.

“Easy, sweetheart,” he murmured against the lace, dropping another quick kiss above your clit. “I know what you need.” With that, he hooked one of your legs over his shoulder, ducked his head, and jerked your panties to the side, exposing you to him. He cursed again before pressing a long, open mouthed kiss to your seam, letting his tongue dip insigde of you. His name was a sharp cry, you hands tunneling through his hair again. Your thighs clenched around his head but he easily pried them apart, anchoring you to the bed with a forearm across your hips. He ate you greedily, his hand moving across you hip to roughly massage your clit.

As you felt yourself reaching your high, you slapped a hand over your mouth, a habit you had gotten into a long time ago. His mouth still between your legs, Vince’s hand shot up and he roughly dragged your hand from your mouth just as your orgasm hit you. You came with another cry of his name, your back arching wildly off the bed as he lapped at you through your peak. You shuddered as you came down, your hips still rolling against his mouth.

You didn’t have to time to recover before he lunged up your body and took your mouth in a bruising kiss, your taste still lingering on his lips. You threw your arms around his shoulders and granted him the control you knew he wanted. “Not done yet, baby,” he growled against your mouth.

You gasped as he wrapped his arms around your waist and hauled you up, your chest colliding. Keeping you tight to him with an easy strength, he moved to sit at the edge of the bed, you straddling him. As you reached in between your bodies and fumbled with the drawstring of his sweatpants, he grabbed the delicate lace front of your bra and dragged them down, taking one nipple into his mouth. You had just managed to pull him out of his sweats when his hands came between your bodies, followed by a loud ripping sound that sent another shot of arousal through you. Pushing your body up, he guided himself inside of you, both of you groaning long and loud at the familiar sensation. His mouth on yours again, you both gave a tentative roll of your hips, adjusting after being away from each other for so long. You gasped into his mouth, still sensitive from your first orgasm.

“Hold on, sweetheart,” he ordered, palming your hips with his hands. You did as you were told, bracing yourself against his shoulders as he picked up his pace, dragging your hips back and forth to meet the thrust of his own. You allowed him complete control as he settled on an urgent pace that brought you higher and higher. Whimpering, you buried your face in his throat, arms right around his shoulders. As his pace became sloppier, his thrusts deeper and longer, he reached in between your bodies again and grabbed your clit. You opened your mouth on a silent cry as you came for the second time. Vince was right there with you, his hips snapping up into yours, his face buried in your chest. As your bodies trembled through the aftermath, you laid a long kiss to the skin of his throat, his pulse strong against your touch. He made a contented sound, craning his head back lazily for you. Kissing your way up his jaw, you smiled against his mouth. “I missed you.”

That earned you a lazy smile. “I missed you too.” An arm around your shoulders had you leaning in for another long, sweet kiss.

“And I enjoyed my gift very much,” he continued, running his finger along the edge of one bra cup. You smiled. “Oh yeah?”

Another kiss. “Oh yeah. I think we need a new rule: I get this gift every time I come home.”

You snorted in response. “Keep playing well, mister. Then we’ll see.”

“Yes ma’am.”

[awrestlinggirlwholoves80sbands]

Laid out cold, now we're both alone (part 2)

A/N: Hello, this fic is very important to me because I tried my best to give justice to such a cool idea and I hope I did a good job. Plus I don't do multichapter ofter, so this was a challenge. 

I wanna thank the lovely @livdonna for proofreading my work, you're literally the best <3. 

P.S. If you want to get tagged in the next chapters, let me know.

Summary: Nikki visits Mick to give him a very important task.

Warnings: Major Character Death,Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Drug Use, Angst, Overdose.

Pairing: Nikki Sixx x Tommy Lee

Chapter 1

Taglist: @slashscowboyboots @witchytombstonesmile @arnold-layne @emometalhead​ @i-dont-like-rice​ @nikki-sexx​ @smokeandmirrorz​

Mick was supposed to not give a shit about Nikki. He and the stupid drummer had tormented him and his wife for months on ends, making the whole tour a living hell and he didn’t need to have even more things to worry about. So what if his bassist decided to get addicted to heroin? He was a fucking dumbass but it wasn’t his problem.  He would end up killing himself and it wasn’t like Mick could have done something, not when his whole body was torturing him.

The only problem was that he cared, deep down. He cared about the fucker and hearing the news that he was gone forever hit him.  He lost one of his friends and the band all together in a day, what would have happened? He hated to admit he was scared about the future, it was hard to imagine Motley Crue without Nikki.

He sighed, turning off yet another discussion about his death. They didn’t call him yet but something was telling him that they had to release a statement soon.  Doc was probably freaking out somewhere crying for all his millions of dollars lost.

“Fucking Nikki, you had to die at the worst moment, didn’t you?”

“Yeah… sorry about that, man” A voice incredibly similar to Nikki said, making Mick jump up.

Nikki didn’t feel anything, one moment they were in the ambulance and the other they were on the beach.  He was confused for a moment before he remembered that Mick had a beach house, and stared at it for a bit. He didn’t know much about the guitarist, maybe almost nothing but he respected him so much.  He was one of the strongest dudes he had ever met.

The weirdest thing about all of this was probably how he was only able to feel certain things, no cravings or sand under his feet as he was walking, yet he would still feel guilt, fear, love, worry… it didn’t make sense but he wasn’t in the mood to question the universe’s rules.

People can’t see you until you decide to show yourself. You have to remember or otherwise they can’t hear or see you.

The voice still freaked him out, but at the same time he was grateful for it to be there… it made him feel less alone, which was great considering how he felt lonely for his entire life.

“You’re not alone Nikki, I’ll always be there with you, through highs and lows”

“God it sounds like a marriage vow, T-Bone”

“Well if I could I’d marry now…”

He shook his head, trying to get the memory out.  It wasn’t the time to be sentimental and risk fucking everything up, so he walked ( more like flew) through the front door and found Mick sitting on the couch.

“Fucking Nikki, you had to die at the worst moment, didn’t you?”

“Yeah… sorry about that, man”. The bassist hoped that he was heard, otherwise it would have been pretty embarrassing.

Mick visibly jumped at hearing Nikki’s voice and quickly turned around to look at him.  From his widened eyes and confused expression, he knew he probably looked fucking transparent.

“Okay first of all why the hell are you here talking to me if you’re dead? Then why the fuck can I see myself through you ?”

The black haired man just realized that he had no idea how to explain everything and be believed, he just went along with whatever the voice in his head was saying, but now it was different. He fumbled with his hand and realized he couldn’t feel them, while he tried to come up with the best way to explain to his friend how he was a ghost and why he was there.

“I died… I have no idea how I came back but I have unfinished business and I need to talk to you!”

The guitarist looked at him up and down, clearly skeptical.  However, there wasn’t much arguing… Nikki’s ghost was literally standing in front of him.

“Okay I have no idea if this is a dream, I’m dead or in a coma, or simply I drank too much but now I’ll grab some vodka and you’ll spill your little secrets as you like”.

Nikki smiled a bit… He honestly felt normal for the first time since he was brought back.  Having Mick joking was so familiar, usually Tommy was the aim of his jokes and they all laughed because they were all so unexpected…

Tommy. Thinking about him still hurt, again he wondered if he was okay and how much he missed him… but it wasn’t his time now.  He had other things to talk about as Mick came back into the living room with his glass.

“Mick… you gotta promise me that you won’t let Motley Crue die, that you will fight to keep the band’s legacy.”

The older man looked at him surprised, rolling his eyes.

“Well that’s a bit hard when our bassist and songwriter died!”

Rage and resentment were heavy in his voice but there was more : fear and sadness. Nikki felt guilty and he fucking hated it, it was so unlike him but he couldn’t help it… Mick cared about the band as much as he did.  He always said the band was his life, before heroin came into the picture, but it was also Mick’s and he probably destroyed everything.

“You will find another one, another bassist who is also a songwriter…” The words felt so foreign coming from his mouth.  They even hurt a bit but they were necessary.

“I know you care about this band as much as I do, Mick. I know how much you’ve worked your ass off in shitty bands, trying to find the one that was going to break… I might be dead but Crue can’t have the same fate”.

Mick scoffed, taking a long sip of his vodka.

“It’s not easy, it’s not like we can find the perfect match like we did. Plus, everyone will probably hate him for replacing you!”

The frustration was almost tangible, but there was something else… Mick was scared, he knew everything was about to fade away because of Nikki’s actions, he was already looking at the boat sinking. Nikki started to panic because his band had to live, even in his death! It was pointless and selfish but that was the only thing people could remind him of.

“If you give up, then Vince and Tommy will do the same! I know that you think no one will take you, but the truth is they will. Crue is what it is because of our vision, you are part of it and I’m asking you to keep it going. Think of this as my dying man’s wish… even if I’m already dead”

The older man’s grip on his glass got tighter, his eyes lost in thought as he was pondering Nikki’s words. It was hard to take in, hell that was an understatement, it was fucking insane and probably wouldn’t work but the bassist needed to have this false hope.

“It’s so fucking weird, you know? To realize you’re fucking dead yet here talking to me.”

He was deflecting, Nikki knew it, but didn’t want to push it too far. He learned to know Mick, he kept his promises and he was a hard worker and with a good dose of luck and jokes, you got him to your side.

“Yeah, do you remember how I said you weren’t going to make it in that interview? Well, karma hits like a bitch!”

“Mick might not make it , he drinks a little too much and it looks rough” Mick quoted, trying to imitate Nikki’s voice.

“Yeah and then you said something like I heard what you said and you’re dead, fuck I guess you were right” He laughed but Mick didn’t.

Oh c’mon so what if he was joking about his death? It’s not like anyone really cared about him.  They just saw him as a burden, which he was. Not his mom, nor his band or his Tommy would have really missed him… they would eventually move on.

“You’re a fucking idiot.” He said annoyed but his lips formed a small smile.

“I know, I know. Mick… please promise me that. If Crue is going to end, then my whole life didn’t mean anything! Ple…” He stopped himself, he was so fucking close to begging but he couldn’t. Nikki Sixx didn’t fucking beg, not in life or death.

“I’m thinking about it!”

He really meant the first part. He spent all his teenage and adult years creating the band of his dreams and making sure they conquered the world.  This band was his escape; his attempt at redemption after his shitty childhood. Nobody loved Frank Feranna but he didn’t care, he would become Nikki Sixx and be super fucking famous!

He didn’t need anyone’s love, except that he did.

“ I love you, Nikki.”

“ No you don’t, nobody does, T-Bone”

“Well I fucking do. You gotta pass on my dead body before you’ll hear me not saying it over and over”

His heart might have stopped, but he still felt the big wave of nostalgia hitting him. He couldn’t do it, he would have never been ready to see him again.

“Okay, I will. But listen to me, it won’t be easy and I’m an old man with a fucked up back, so don’t send demons against me if I fail!” The little spark of determination in his eyes relaxed Nikki, he was on board.

“I fucking knew you were the best, Mars! If I wasn’t dead I’d probably tattoo your face on me as a thank you!”

“Oh gross, never say that again!” He pretended to be disgusted but his eyes betrayed him, the small softness in them told Nikki he felt touched.

“Who knows, maybe in hell they have tattoos for the ghosts. God we used to hate each other and now we are two peas in a pod.”

“I still hate you.”

“Ugh, you crushed my heart Mick”

The guitarist flipped him off, rolling his eyes. Nikki desperately wanted to keep talking, if he did then he could have pretended nothing changed, right? He didn’t have to face Vince and Tommy and go through the light… everything would have stayed the same or he could fool himself that it would.

I think it’s time to go to the next person.

The voice was demanding yet still calm. Nikki knew that he couldn’t stay forever, they had to prevent spirits from just lingering into the real world like that, it made him a bit angry but he understood it. It wasn’t like he could have done much anyway…He was just a shell of what he used to be.

“I gotta go Mick…” He wanted to punch himself because he sounded so fucking pathetic, but the other man gave him a compassionate smile.

What he fuck are you, a little small puppy? Oh look Frankie is scared to leave his illusion of a family.

Mick walked him to the other without saying anything, but before turning the handle, which was pointless because Nikki could have just passed through the door, he broke the silence.

“Try to give us some signs, okay? Show us that you’re there… but don’t you fucking dare spill my vodka or I’ll make you two times dead!”

“Oh that’s exactly what I’ll do, thanks for the suggestion!”

He stepped outside and looked at Mick one last time.

“You promised, alien. You gotta do it!”

“Yeah yeah, you better repay me when I come to join you there…” And with one last look, Mick closed the door.

Nikki felt all of the weight crushing down on his body, even if it was made of air. He simply stood still, his mind racing like a freight train, trying to take everything in but also getting ready for his next move… being overwhelmed was an understatement, he felt peeled down like an orange and this was only the beginning. He felt like a fucking coward but he just wanted to get over it, was it that bad to accept his fate and disappear without facing anyone?

You are going to abandon him again? You know why you need to talk to Vince, and you know this will be your last chance to see him, asshole!

He went to kick the sand, but he couldn’t touch it. God, how frustrating was that!

So where are we going next?

Nikki would have wanted to scream at him, give him the middle finger and just run away but it wouldn’t have been helpful, would it? So he forced himself to be as neutral as possible.

“Vince Neil. Take me to his house.”

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attention - v.dunn

a/n: for your reference, this gif is what I pictured when I say “you scared him when you stomped up behind the computer” also turned this into a whole -short- fic bc why not?

requested [x] yes [] no

“I missed you.” + “Give me attention.”

When you walked into your shared apartment, you weren't expecting him to shower you in attention, but you thought, at very least, he would get up to greet you with a hug and a kiss, after all you had just came back from visiting your family. For a whole week. “Vince?” You called, dropping the suitcase by the front door, you got nothing in response, your brows knit together as you heard noise coming from his little setup in the corner. You walked further into the apartment, he saw you round the corner and a grin came across his face. “Hang on guys.” He muttered yanking the headset off, “hi, baby.” He spoke coming over to you, wrapping you up in a tight hug. “Hi.” You sighed, relieved to finally be back in his arms. He kissed the top of your head before leaning back to peck your lips. “Give me like ten minutes to finish, yeah?” He murmured, sweetly, so of course you agreed, pecking him once more before ushering him off to finish his game, because in your mind the sooner he went back, the sooner he'd be done. If only you knew how long he'd end up being on there. 

You didn't want to be that girlfriend, despite having just been away for a week, which compared to what you two have gone through, it’s not the end of the world, but still, it was especially different since you were the one that left and not him. You were pleasantly surprised to at least not come home to a messy apartment. It’s been an hour since he said he would be done, you were growing impatient, and quite honestly, tired. You peeked over the edge of the couch at him, he was laughing at something, you took a second to admire the way his eyes nearly shut when he smiled, but then you were reminded by how tired and lonely you were when you yawned and he couldn't even hear you. “Vince?” You spoke softly, not wanting to interrupt him, but you could no longer lay here. Of course, he didn't hear you. Rolling your eyes, you stood up, marching your way up to him, you scared him when you stomped up behind the computer. “Jesus, babe.” He gasped, placing a hand over his chest. “I’m going to bed.” You spoke, voice flat, he nodded hesitantly, confusion laced upon his face. He read a few of the comments coming up on his stream, most of them telling him he was in the dog house. They weren't exactly wrong. You said nothing else to him as you stomped towards the bedroom, not giving him a second look. You heard him shuffling around out there, you continued your night routine, but sped it up, wanting to curl into your bed, even if it was seemingly going to be by yourself. Vince entered the bathroom, already dressed for bed, which was really just a loose fitting pair of sweats. He placed his chin on your shoulder as you brushed your teeth, his arms wrapping around your waist. “What’s wrong?” He murmured, pouting softly at you in the mirror, you shrugged him off so you could rinse your mouth out. “Nothing.” You shrugged, walking past him towards the bed, ok, maybe you were being a little petty, but in your defense, he said ten minutes and that turned into an hour, and not even a single how are you or how was the trip?

You hear him sigh deeply as he quickly brushed his own teeth, you got under the blanket, laying on your back and staring at the ceiling. The second he flipped the light off in the bathroom you gave in, “I missed you.” You squeaked out, and he froze halfway onto the bed, “I missed you, baby.” He assured you, thinking you thought he didn't, of course you knew he did, but boy did he have a funny way of showing it. “I just-I wanted you to give me attention, but you were playing that stupid game.” You laughed softly, watching as his face dropped. “Why didn't you just say that? I only kept playing because I thought you were asleep on the couch.” He admitted, and you felt a little guilty, “I shouldn't have to tell you, Vince.” You sighed, he flopped down on the bed, pulling you into him. “I’m sorry.” He mumbled, pushing his fingers through your hair, watching as you instantly melted into him, your face hiding in the crook of his neck, wanting to be as close to him as you could. “It’s alright, you’re just going to have to make up for it tomorrow.” You murmured, chastely kissing his jaw before hiding your face again. “Oh, I can definitely do that.” He teased, giving your hips a little squeeze, leaving a soft kiss to your forehead. “I did miss you though.” He spoke softly, you didn't respond as you were already asleep on him. He let out a breathy chuckle, holding you snuggly against him as he drifted off as well. 

[formeandmyfics]

Jugenea Fan Fic

WHEN THE LIGHTS WENT OUT

When the power goes out while filming a scene for Summer Stock, Judy and Gene use the extra time to get back into their old ways...

January 1950

MGM

“Oh, what the hell?!”

Charles Walters yelled as the entire soundstage went pitch black.  

“Cut!”

“What happened,” Judy’s distinctive voice asked surprised as she sat in a chair, opposite of a kneeling Gene, in the dressing room set of their current production Summer Stock.

“Blown fuse, I think,” Gene replied standing up.  

Visible sunlight light was scene from the cracks of the large steel doors of the soundstage, but that was it.

“Somebody get some damn flashlights, come on!”

“Charlie’s sounding more like Buzz B,” Joe Pasternak said as he walked near the couple, as Charles walked away.

“We have some lanterns and flash lights in the closet over there,” a lighting tech shouted.

“Where the fuck is the generator?!”

Again, Charles’ yell echoed from further away now. His cursing made Judy giggle. She’d known the man for years, and only counting on one hand, had she heard him say the F-word.

“Ooo, he is angry,” Joe replied.

“He was already having a bad day, this just twisted his last nut,” Gene said to his producer buddy.

“Excuse me,” Judy interrupted casually.

“Hey,” Gene said quickly grabbing her hand, “Where you going?”

“To my dressing room.”

“In the dark?”

“Yeeees, Gene,” she said sighing.

“Why?”

“Because I want to. We’re obviously not finishing the scene right now.”

“Well, do you want me to...”

She immediately cut him off, “I have an emergency lantern in there. I’m a big girl, I’ll be alright,” she simply said and walked off.  

“I think that’s a tell-tale sign of a lady who wants to be left alone, huh,” Joe said teasingly.  

“Yeah, but that’s not like her, not with me.”

Pasternak heard the serious tone in Gene’s voice and he placed a hand on his back, “You know how it’s been for her doing this. She’s just tired.”  

“Hey, Joe, come give me a hand with this,” a man said and he immediately walked over.

The woman was practically living with him at his apartment, now publicly and officially separated from Vince, so he watched her closely, as in a type of protection knowing how vulnerable she was doing this film after her mental and physical progress in Boston.  

She was getting a lot of rest, a full night’s sleep even, which made her late to work most of the time. Of course they all didn’t mind. And the times she didn’t show up, she was resting from anxiety. He knew what was what where she was concerned. And she was perfectly fine today. This was something else, and he had a feeling it had something to do with him.  

“Well, damn,” Kay Thompson said in her usual brass voice as she came through Judy’s on-set dressing room door, “When I came to say ‘hi’, I didn’t know I’d be walking into a game of Marco Polo.”  

Judy dimly smiled at her friend as she pounded a carton of cigarettes against her palm.

“Oh, good, they’re opening the stage door,” Kay said as she turned to shut the door, “Now I won’t have to worry about tripping over some damn wires on my way out.”

As Judy lit a cigarette, her small dressing room filled with the lanterns light, Kay sat down on the twin-sized day bed next to Judy’s make up vanity where she sat.

“When did the lights go out in Georgia?”

“Oh, not ten minutes ago.”

“It’s after 3. Have you not filmed anything yet?”

“Yes, finished the first part of our scene with Marge.”

“Then what are you wearing?”

“This is my costume,” Judy said with a giggle as she tugged on her blue robe.

“Oh,” Kay let out a chuckle, “Too bad that’s not all the time.”

“I know. It’s quite a bit more comfy this way.”

“And easy access.”

“For what,” Judy asked absent-minded as she offered Kay a cigarette which she shook her head at.

“For what,” Kay asked a bit shocked, “For a little in-between takes romp. It’s much easier to do than with all those layers and poofs and such from the other film’s costumes.”

Judy licked her lips as she pounded out her fresh cigarette which got Kay’s attention immediately, “Hey, if you’ve told me you were going to waste a perfectly good Marlboro, I would have taken it.”

“Then have one already,” Judy said offering her one which this time she took.

Kay lit it and crossed her legs, “You know, I’m surprised Gene isn’t in here right now, especially with the lights out and such. Might be fun,” she said wiggling her eyebrows.

Judy ignored her and checked the desk-clock on the corner of the table, “Gee, I hope they get things going, or at least dismiss us. I don’t want to sit here for the rest of the God-damn day.”

“You said it’s only been ten minutes, Judy,” the blonde stated calmly, exhaling the smoke. She knew the signs of when the star was getting irritated.

“Well, how long does it take to flip the breaker or turn on a generator?”

“What’s wrong?”

“What do you mean,” Judy said, looking at her almost offended and self-conscious at the same time.

Kay’s red lips turned upwards in a calming, but amusing smile, “What’s bothering you, and don’t say the freaking lights.”

When Judy gave her a sly glance before turning back to the mirror, Kay spoke up in true girl-friend fashion, “Fine, if you don’t want to tell me, I can take a hint. I’ll leave you be for now, but I’m sure this has something to do with Gene..”

She started to get up, but Judy quickly grabbed her arm sitting her back down with a plop.

“Jesus, why do you have to come in here and start talking about him like he’s still a secret lover. Everyone’s known about us since I came back from Boston.”

“Why is it bothering you so much?”

“Because he’s my boyfriend. We’re not how we used to be.”  

“So?”

“Soo,” Judy emphasized, “He doesn’t come in here and start tackling me in between scenes like you so candidly suggested.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t know, Kay,” Judy said in a dark tone, “Why don’t you go ask him?”

“Ooo,” Kay smiled, “Alright, so *that’s* what’s bothering you,” when she saw Judy give her a look that did not deny her statement, she leaned forward, “Alright, spill.”

Gene stood off the side of the breaker, holding his elbow as he bit impatiently on his thumb nail, softly swaying side-to-side, as the men failed in fixing the problem. After a second try, and another failed attempt, Gene held up his watch toward the light coming from the open sound stage door and checked his watch. He didn’t want to be there all day. He and Judy had dinner plans at the Derby with some friends.

“Hi there, legs,” Gene heard as Kay walked up behind him, a nickname she gave since seeing him do his Pirate ballet dance.

“Oh, hi there yourself,” he chuckled and gave her a peck on the lips, “What are you doing here, doll?”

“Came to play hide-and-go-seek in the dark, apparently.”

“Yeah, our power went out in the middle of a scene. Still no luck.”

“I see that.”  

“Judy’s in her dressing room, if you’re looking for her.”

“One step ahead of you, babe.”

Gene looked at her curious, “How’s she doing?”

“That’s a funny question.”

“Why?”

“Because you were just filming scene together. Not to mention, you two nearly live together. I should be asking you the same question.”

Gene shrugged, “I only asked because she’s been a little preoccupied from me lately. You know what I mean? I can’t put my finger on it, but I think it’s just what she’s going through with working her ass through this picture.”

When he saw the almost naughty expression on Kay’s face, her lips pressed together, looking down amused, he furrowed his eyebrows.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“Kay...what do you know?”

“Come here,” she chuckled and they walked away from earshot.  

Gene crossed his arms and leaned his body forward a bit, all ears and she lowered her voice, “Let me ask you this. Are you still excited with Judy?”

“What do you mean,” off her knowing look he realized what she was referring to with ‘excited’ and he stepped back with an appalled expression, “Oh, Jesus, of course I am. Why the hell are you asking me that?”  

She put her hands up, and was about to speak, when he stopped, “What did she say to you? And if she said otherwise, then she’s a damn liar or a damn good actress in the sac.”  

“Gene, calm down,” she laughed.

“I’ve been with that girl since she was nineteen. I know her and her body, and let me tell you, she enjoys herself. So, whatever she said, she’s looking for damn attention.”

“Wow. Our manhood’s pride is a little sensitive right now.”

“I don’t even know why we’re discussing this. I’m done...”  

He went to walk but she stepped in front of him and put her hand up to his chest, “Would you just shut up and listen? My God, the lights go out and you and Judy’s overacting hits it’s the roof. Save it for the cameras.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Judy didn’t complain to me about that. She just is a little disappointed.”

“Disappointed? In me,” he asked nearly in shock.

She shrugged, “Not in that way at all, darling. She just feels like ever since you two came out to everyone with your relationship, and especially her living with you half the time, that it’s not...” she tried to find the right word as to not set Gene off again, or hurt him, “...as exciting as it used to be before this.”  

“But what do you mean by exciting? We’re officially an item now. We can go out together, we can be together at my place freely, we don’t have to sneak around...”

“And she loves that you’re both official now. She specifically told me that. She loves that you two can come home together multiple times in the week and you can go out together with the kids like a family. But I think she misses the secret stuff.”

Gene paused a moment, realizing, and spoke up curiously, “Did she say that?”

“Not in that way. She said she misses the spontaneity. She’s a little confused with herself because she’s wanted to be with you out in the open for so long, but now that she has it, she misses the excitement of sneaking around. I think she might be afraid that the relationship might turn dull, like it did with Vince. She wants to keep things alive, her words.”

“Oh,” Gene chuckled and covered his face with his hand, “That silly, silly girl,” he sighed and looked up shaking his head at another one of Judy’s ideocracies that never failed to amaze him, “God, I love her so much.”

“We both know it’s not true, that you’ll...”

“Fizzle out,” he interrupted with a chuckle.

She nodded, “But you know how she is with her insecurity.”

“Well,” he stated thinking before biting his lower lip, “Then I better do something about it.

Judy walked slowly around the soundstage, feeling antsy. She didn’t speak to anyone as she did so. Her mind was elsewhere. Others stood around talking as crew continued on trying the generator. With her hand grasping her opposite wrist behind her, she had glanced around for Gene as she mindlessly walked but didn’t see him.  

When the generator made a loud sound from one side of the room and then a group of crew members suddenly erupted into laughter, sounding rowdy, at the other side, Judy felt a little sensitive to all the noise. She made her way to the back of the set, still minding her own business. Back there, it was darker, not pitch black, but more quiet. Leaning on the back of the wooden wall, she sighed, as if relishing in the sudden escape of it all.  

Just then the entire studio made a loud sound as the power went back on, enveloping the set in very bright lights. Judy was behind the set, but the head lights were very bright above her, she had to squint.  

She pushed herself off the wall and took a few steps to head back around when the power failed again. She could hear everyone’s groans, and some colorful language again from Charlie.  

Before Judy could react, Gene rounded the corner, but he stopped short when they made eye contact. She smiled a bit, to acknowledge him, but her smile faded when she saw the expression on his face.  

He was looking at her with intensity, almost...primal...and sexy. She was taken back by it and a little alarmed. She didn’t know what she had done, but he didn’t look happy.  

Then he headed towards her, slowing his steps the closer he got. His chest was heaving. Judy didn’t feel like backing away, didn’t need to, she knew who she was dealing with, even if he was about to yell at her for something.  

In one fast movement, he took her wrists, took a step forward, and pinned them above her head onto the wall as she was backed up into it.  

Judy slightly gasped, no control over her reaction. As his face hovered over hers, she swallowed and looked down at his lips. Was he upset? She didn’t feel scared by any means. Was he going to kiss her? He just stood there not moving.  

“Gene,” she whispered stunned.

“Shhh,” he whispered back. She could smell the menthol from his cigarette on her lips.  

Judy’s eyes became bigger, asking him silently what he was doing, but he ignored it. Coming in close to her lips, Gene saw her eyes close, awaiting his kiss, but he ignored that, too.  

He left a kiss on her chin then moved to her cheek, and with his free hand, he placed it on her jaw, moving her head back so he could kiss down her throat.  

Judy couldn’t help the tiny whimper escape her lips as he left some delicious open-mouth kisses on her neck. Oh, he felt heavenly. He stopped at the ‘v’ of her robe and brought his face back up to hers. He felt a rush of adrenaline as she still had her eyes closed and her lips parted. Opening them, she was staring straight into his. He felt her move her arms, but then his hold got stronger.  

“Don’t move,” he whispered against her lips, which were dangerously close.

He traced his finger down her cheek, down her neck and down the lining of her robe costume. Resting his forehead against hers, his fingertip traced the curve of her breast through the material. He knew she had a slip on underneath the robe, but the robe wasn’t very thick material, and neither were her camisoles.  

After tracing her breast around her nipple, teasing her, he finally went over it. Then again. And again. Her nipple getting more firmer under his touch made his cock harden.  

The more his finger went back and forth over her, made her arousal even stronger between her legs. When he did the same to the other one, she felt herself suddenly get wet and she unsteadily gasped in some air, a little sound with it. She was instantly aroused, and by such little touch, that it excited and surprised her. She could feel Gene’s hard on getting more profound himself, which also excited her.  

Judy bit her bottom lip suggestively, trying to make eye contact with him. When Gene’s head lifted off her forehead, her eyes quickly darted to the corner where they both had walked around, making sure no one saw them. She knew what he wanted, and my goodness she wanted it, too.

His hand slid to her lower back and he pressed his nose against hers at the same time pushed his lower body into her as well. When she instinctively moved her wrists again, Gene let them go. His other hand reached up and their fingers connected on each side of her head. She leaned her face forward to finally kiss him, but he pulled back. She tried again, he pulled back again. Judy moved her hands to grab at him, but he pinned them back against the wall again, with a slight bang, his fingers still connected in hers.

Judy found his roughness sexy amusing, and she couldn’t help but let out a surprised giggle. It made him smile. He was having fun, too.  

Oh, God, that mouth, he thought. Sure, he even got a passionate kiss from her that morning, but in arousal, her lips and mouth were like a new exploration each time...as were the sounds she made before and during sex.  

Gene leaned forward to her mouth again and she closed her eyes, instantly opening her mouth. He hovered there a moment, his mouth parted slightly, ready to take her.

“WE GOT IT!”

Judy and Gene both jumped apart a bit startled when the soundstage lights went back on.

“Generator is up and running,” they heard a lighting tech yell.

“Let’s get this scene done before the damn generator goes out, too,” Charle’s voice was heard getting closer to the set.

Judy and Gene both looked at each other. They didn’t look amused, or disappointed. They shared an understanding look: they were aroused but had to get back to work. It hadn’t been the first time they’d been interrupted in this regard.

“Where the hell did Judy and Gene go? Can someone go find ‘em?!”

Judy glanced up at Gene, as she smoothed out her robe, but Gene turned his back to her and took a few steps away. She knew he needed a minute to ‘de-escalate’ , so she quickly darted out from the corner before people came searching.

“Oh, there you are, sweetheart,” Joe said standing next to Charles.

“Here I am,” she returned in a chipper voice.

“We’re gonna try to get this scene done before the damn generator fails again. Are you ok with that?”

“Of course.”

“Where’s Gene,” Joe asked.

“Uh, he’ll be here shortly. He’s finishing a cigarette.”

“He can finish the cigarette after. We’re way behind. GENE! WE’RE WAY BEHIND!”

Judy wrapped her arms around Charle’s arm, giving him her best Dorothy voice, “He’s been under a lot of strain too, let him finish his cigarette, hm?”

“Ya, alright,” Charlie said melting under her spell, “Go check yourself so we’re ready when he’s done.”

“Yes, Sir,” she teased saluting him.

As Judy got her hair and makeup retouched, Gene reappeared. The two didn’t even exchange looks until they entered the scene.

Neither knew how they got through it, but they did. And they did it in only two takes, with no mess ups on their lines. In character, the scene was sweet, genuine and full of love. Inside, they were both burning.

When Joe leans in to kiss Jane’s cheek, Judy took an intake of breath, holding her breath as she did so. She didn’t intend to. She could see the sparkle in Gene’s eyes as he leaned back, but as much a sparkle, there was also such adoration. And that turned her on even more.

“Good luck,” he said softly.

Judy took a second to respond, her heart bursting, “Good luck.”

“ANDDD CUT! PERFECT! PRINT!”

Everyone applauded.

“That’s it for today everyone. Great job and thank you for all your help,” Charles said before turning to his stars.

“Judy, baby, that was amazing,” he said giving her kiss on the cheek. “Gene, my man, great job,” he continued and shook his hand.

Judy smiled, looking anxious, as she glanced at Gene.  

“Remember, no filming tomorrow, but you have a pre-record of ‘All For You’. That's at noon.”

“Is that all you need from me?”

“That’s it, baby.”

Without another word, Judy left their side. Gene knew where she was headed.

“See you Monday, Charlie,” Gene said with a slap on his back before following Judy.  

Without knocking, Gene opened the door with Judy Garland monogrammed in cursive on it, before slamming it shut and locking it behind him.

The early evening sky had a hue of orange above MGM as Judy and Gene walked out of the large stage door.  The air was crisp and cool and the lot was clearing of players and crew as dinnertime approached.  

The two didn’t speak as they left the soundstage, they didn’t rush either. Their steps were lazily, as was Gene’s arm that hung over her shoulder. She even rest her head back on it, as they comfortably walked together.  

Judy could feel her cheeks still flushed from their rendezvous', but she didn’t care.  She felt absolutely satisfied, though her back thighs were a little sore where Gene’s hands had grabbed at her skin there, his fingertips digging into her flesh, keeping her in place, as he ground into her against her dressing room wall. She didn’t feel it at the time, all she felt was him fucking her to orgasm, and all those other feelings of being with him that went with it.  

Gene smiled slightly when he felt Judy rest her head against his arm. He knew she was as spent as he was. It still amazed him that after all these years different encounters with her affected different reactions in him. They had made love two days ago yet his sexual feelings towards, and the sex, felt like he had gone weeks without it. He had to admit, he hadn’t realized how much he missed those spontaneous, and secret, encounters with her, ones that their relationship had been built on. He didn’t know how they managed to stay as quiet as they did as they were both equally turned on and had such a strong release.  

Gene couldn’t help but chuckle recalling how his legs gave out and he fell back onto her makeup chair, with her straddling him. She didn’t stop either, grinding back and forth, whispered whimpers coming out of her mouth over and over until she came. Oh, God, she felt so fucking good. Holding her, he stood her up and placed her on the makeup vanity, almost topping the bulb mirror over, pumping into her until he came himself.  There was a perfectly fine twin-sized daybed next to them, but instead they picked every other object to fuck on.

“What’s gotten you so giddy,” Judy teased hearing him chuckle.

“Guess,” he said looking at her mischievously.

Judy’s giggle vibrated against his lips as he leaned down to kiss her a few times. As they kept walking, Judy noticed a few people staring their way. Though they were still both legally married to other people, everyone knew they were an item by now. But, it still never failed to get them some wide-eyed stares, whispers or naughty smiles from mutual friends.  

“You know something?”

“What?”

“I think that’s the first time we’ve kissed out in the open like this.”

“Is it? Here, let’s do it again,” he said and leaned down to kiss her again.  

“You’re crazy,” she giggled.

“You’re crazy, too, which makes us a good match.”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Shoot.”

“I’m not complaining at all, but what brought that on back there?”

Gene opened his mouth but then just nudged his shoulders and made an ‘I don’t know’ sound.

“What do you mean...” she then made the same sound he did.

“I felt like it.”

Judy kneaded her eyebrows looking at him skeptically, “We were filming a scene then you just decide you want to seduce me like you did?”

Gene couldn’t help the guilty laugh and embarrassed he rubbed the side of his face trying to hide it. But she knew when he was lying.

“What,” she laughed.

“Did you like it?”

“Well, of course I did.”

“Well, then, that’s all that matters.”

All of a sudden they heard a honk before Kay drove by waving. They waved back but Judy quickly opened her mouth looking at Gene. He saw it, and urged her to keep walking.

“Kay told you.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“Well, then, remind me to thank her later.”

“Honey,” he asked getting a little more serious now, “I gotta be honest with ya. You know, spending all the time together that we have since I got the apartment, it hadn’t even occurred to me to put some spontaneity in there. I mean, we’re definitely not routine, but I was just enjoying being able to be with you whenever I want now, without having to sneak around.”

“Gene, I...”

“No, listen, after what just happened, I didn’t realize how much I missed it. It does put the excitement in there, to keep up what we had for all those years. I know that sneaking around and being secret is what we’re built on, and it’s only natural to want to keep up some form of that. I will promise you though, nothing will ever get boring, not between us.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t talk to you about it. I was a little embarrassed because I never want to take for granted what we have now. It’s what I’ve wanted for so long.”

“Me, too.”

“And I felt guilty for missing encounters with you.”

“Never feel guilty for what you feel. But you have to talk to me about it so I know. And I mean this with everything. And vice versa. That way, any problem we do have, we can work out together.”

“Deal. And just so you know, it doesn’t always have to be that way. Even just sneaking into the shower once and a while is exciting enough.”

“You got a deal back,” he smiled, “Or in a car, that was always fun back in the day.”

“Not sure our backs could handle that now.”

“Well, I’m definitely going to make it and effort to keep having encounters like that, ‘cause, wooo boy...” he blew out a breath making his point how it made him feel and she cracked up.

Her cheeks turned even more red.