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The Ides of March

(A Darren Treacy x Jeanie Turner Mini-Series)

Chapter 1 - Come On Eileen

Word Count: 1125

Warnings: pure smut, language, alcohol use, canon divergent completely, **no spoilers**

A/N: On Saint Patrick's Day, Darren and Jeanie start receiving ominous, cryptic text messages claiming to be from the future. Play the game; save Darren. Jeanie's rules are simple enough: If Dazz can catch her out in Dublin, he can have her any way and anywhere he wants. So how did a night of wild sex and whiskey lead to murder?

Prolouge

“We’ll play a game,” Jeanie had texted Darren.

“I know how this ends. I like both of my feet, and I've already lost a lung.”

“Funny! Come and find me out in Dublin. If you catch me, you can fuck me.”

“Like I won't be fucking ye already? Just enjoy the night, meet me at the pub. 3am”

Jeanie read Darren's last message. The card burned in her purse. Keep him away from Nidge, whatever you do.

“You can fuck me in public. Wherever. However.”

A few minutes later as Jeanie passed a joint to Ewan, her phone buzzed between her tits. “Up the arse?”

“Dazz”

“Red.” Then. “Thought I’d give it a go. Can I have a hint?”

(Talk everyone into the Temple club. Get Darren there, maybe with Tommy & Siobhan. I'll take care of the rest.)

“It's 3 Stories. Looks like a church. I'll be inside. Catch me if you can.”

Out in the narrow alley between The Temple and the adjacent alley, Jeanie scrolled through her phone for a number. She stepped outside with Ewan to get some air, four shots and a whiskey with Coke deep. Her finger found what she wanted.

“Hey! It's Jeanie. Chuck your old man, and come dancing with us! Or bring him, and let he and Dazz stare at their mobiles waiting for your uncle to call.”

“You mean the weasel? ;) Darren already left for The Temple. Ewan told him where. Tommy and I will meet you there in a bit.”

Jeanie's heart started to pound. Whatever it was these messages wanted, or wherever they were from, the game would work. If she had to use her pussy to keep Darren Treacy alive, it wouldn't be very hard. He was easily enticed by it.

Now Jeanie was lost in her own mobile. She heard a muffled greeting from Ewan’s deep Scottish brogue. Her back was towards him, but Darren (smelling of tequila himself) strong armed her and lifted her off the ground. Jeanie screamed in shock then delight before he set her down.

Jeanie made gestures towards Ewan to head back into the club. It took a few minutes, despite Darren's immediate desire to bite and kiss Jeanie, for the Scotsman to realize he was no longer wanted. He winked at Jeanie and made his way back inside.

“I t’ought t’is game would be harder.” Darren's hands roamed over Jeanie’s fishnet tights.

“You got Ewan to tell you where in the club we were, didn't you?” She wrapped her arm around his shoulder and closed her eyes. She got lost in his mouth on her neck. Her free hand urged him up her skirt.

Darren became a little more energetic. He tore at the fabric so Jeanie's tights were destroyed. His heavy breathing gave way to just the bare minimum of surprise when he realized she wasn't wearing panties under the fishnets.

“Naughty, bitch,” he growled in her ear as his fingers started to delve inside Jeanie. They pumped aggressively, his middle finger on her clit in swift circles.

Jeanie moaned, the whiskey coursed through her nerves. She didn't care that the streets of Dublin were crowded. That she was in a dirty, impossibly narrow alleyway with an Irish gang member. That she was sent divorce papers. That she was 29 today. Had she told anyone that she was 29 today? The American expat school teacher living in Scotland and Ireland getting finger fucked by a hitman on St. Paddy’s Day was almost 30.

“You left out dirty, Dazzler.”

Jeanie's hips moved on their own as she encouraged Darren to go deeper. Her nails sunk into the skin on his wrist, and they moved together. From one angle it just looked like a couple dirty dancing to the loud electric beat that poured out from the side entrance door. From the other, revellers would see a man with his hand completely lost inside a woman's skirt as her mouth hung open in ecstasy.

“Can't I ever look at ye when we fuck? I want t’see your face, darling.” His fingers went faster as he began to grind his erection into Jeanie's ass at the same time.

“No,” Jeanie had to fight around her moaning, “If we look at each other during this, it's not gonna be just fucking anymore.”

“I caught ye, and I was told I could fuck ye anyway and anywhere. Can't bend your own rules because you're afraid t’fall in love.” His hand no longer inside her.

Jeanie groaned. Why did he use logic?! It's not the falling in love, it's those eyes. Like all of Ireland was in them. They were impossible to describe because “hazel” wasn't enough.

“Finnnneeee,” she gave in. There was laughter in her voice. “Now please, fuck me before my chick boner dies!” She faced Darren but started to unbutton the dress shirt under her corset. “Wait wait. I don't want this to get ruined.”

“Where ye gonna put it?” Darren undid his belt and jeans. His hand gripped his cock, and he started to wank it.

“Fuck.. Ok I'll throw it away?” Jeanie tossed it.

“Good old Scots-Irish impulse,” Darren backed her into the wall. He lifted Jeanie's leg to plant her boot on the other building maybe three feet away.

The brick was cold against Jeanie's back as Darren plowed into her. She took a chance and lifted her other leg so that she was bent between the walls. Her hands clawed at the back of Darren's neck. His hands pushed and pulled her ass back on forth so their bodies crashed together. They fucked at breakneck speed.

Jeanie didn't look. Her eyes clenched shut as she relaxed and let Darren have his way. She could feel the ragged stone create a burn on her now bare shoulders as he slammed a few more times. His vice grip jerked her into his pelvis one last time as he came. His body shook with it.

Jeanie unfolded herself slowly. The adrenaline and alcohol did her head in. She fished her clutch out of the back of her skirt while Darren fixed his pants. He marveled at the hidden bag but only with a raise of his eyebrows. He didn't even notice, but licked his lips as she swiped a tissue inside herself and tucked it in his pocket.

“Parting gift,” she winked and blew a kiss. Then his phone buzzed.

Tommy and Siobhan came around the corner, and the younger one screamed in delight and broke in a run. As she drunkenly threw herself into Darren's arms, Jeanie slipped away unnoticed. He was busy trying to push Siobhan off into Tommy.

“Round 2, Dazzler. Catch me if you can. Next time make me cum too, selfish bastard.”

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skin-slave · 4 years

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**Spoilers, but only if you haven't seen The Magicians 3:5 or beyond, and anti-religious overtones, and assault discussion. Long post, but goddamnit I can't stop thinking about it.**

No offense to Julia but I would've murdered TF out of Reynard in front of his mom and defiled his corpse for days.

Fuck Persephone, ok? She doesn't get to sit back and watch him rape and torture and murder, and then swoop in and save him from the natural consequences of his actions on the unverifiable promise that she'll "take care of it." If she gave a damn about any of it, she would've stopped it long before then. She either didn't care or she enjoyed it and either way, she can fucking die and go to hell (pun intended but still I'm srs). She can't be trusted to do anything but unleash him again. She's exactly like some posh cunt who watches their kid drive drunk using their license, knows ppl are killed and maimed in the process, only gets off their ass when the police show up, convince them that "he'll be dealt with," and after they leave just goes back to berating the help.

Having power does not exempt her from basic morality, and if puny little ppl can see that it's immoral, buddy, it's really fucking immoral. "Vengeance is mine" and "mysterious ways" and all that shit is just an abuser's way of weaseling out of consequences. And "you're a survivor, you're still capable of mercy" is not an apology or a compliment and doesn't fucking cut it. Trauma is not a skill set and letting someone off scot-free is not mercy.

Fuck. That. Bitch. She does not deserve one iota of trust or respect. There is literally nothing she could do that will make up for this shitshow. There is no possible happy ending that will make it all worthwhile. There is no part of Julia's character that couldn't possibly have developed without it.

I mean, the writers really nailed what actual god would be like, so kudos to them. I love that their god-aware world isn't all churchy and trite. They're just trying to wrangle these gross, juiced-up fuckwads who are genuinely terrible ppl, and help their friends, and hopefully have a livable world in the end. There's no fealty or worship or unconditional anything. So good.

And obv I find the depiction of Julia's trauma, and especially her feelings about the pregnancy, very relatable. The loss of her shade, and her breakdown when it was returned, is really how it is, and I think it made it more relatable to ppl who haven't had the experience. It sucks that she gets zero justice and somehow it all becomes her responsibility to fix, but that's the norm, so it's appropriate. They really didn't gloss over it like a little plot point and I appreciate the representation.

And this is part of why I don't often watch/read things that are heavy on the drama. It's one thing to still be laughing over a comedy a week later. But still wanting to punch a fictional god (when I'm already quite god-punchy in the first place) a week later isn't the same. I mean, I'm not gonna stop watching bc they gotta get magic back and make a golem for Penny to inhabit bc he's awesome (and Alice gotta get laid, and the Fairy Queen gotta be like 'yeah we were just helping you fix everything and we just went about it like a bunch of shitstains bc we're actually shitstains,' and hopefully the boomer dragon gets another appearance, and idk what they're gonna do with Kady but it's probably gonna be stupid and sappy and I might as well find out, and omg Eliot and Idri gotta pick up where they left off bc 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥). I'm invested, ok??? Shut up.

And still Persephone should have to switch places with Prometheus and he should get to join the team.

#rant #sorry but this bothers me so much #sorry long post

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