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Promise (Boba Fett x Reader Smut)

Request: Hello! I was unsure if you were still taking requests, but I was wondering if you could write a Boba x reader fic where they make a bet to see if reader would last a night as a his “bounty”. Kind of like a primal kink thing? 😅 Your writing is so amazing thank you so much for the Din and Boba content! ♥️

Requested By: @xothra

Word Count: 5,797

Warnings: SMUT! If you are under 18, DO NOT INTERACT! Primal kink, hunting (?) kink, slight bondage, fingering, spanking, PinV sex, strong language, a hint of fluff?

A/N: I am a whore for Boba. That is all. **gif cred to @humanveil!**

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“Right there,” Boba groaned, jaw clenched tight. Pain radiated through his back, his muscles tight and tense from the stressful life he lived as a bounty hunter-turned-kingpin. “Fuck, your hands are like magic, princess.”

“Kriff, Boba, what did you do?” your hands moved down his back, fingers prodding the sore muscles. You shuffled down his body before sitting on the back of his thighs. Boba had come home from a long hunt, complaining about how his back was hurting. He never complained, so you knew he wasn’t feeling well when he collapsed on your shared bed within his chambers. His beskar armor and shirt was already stripped from his body, revealing the tight muscles that were colored with bruises, some fading and some new. When you offered him a back massage, he quickly nodded and turned over on his stomach. His muscles were extremely tense under your fingers as you tried to massage the tension away.

“Dunno,” he mumbled into the pillow, eyes screwing tight at both pleasure and pain. Your fingers were cool against his back, a welcomed comfort after a long day. He barely registered your weight when you sat back on his thighs, too encompassed in your soothing touch. “One moment I was chasing after the quarry and the next my back was killing me.”

“Maybe you should take a break,” you rubbed soothing circles into the dip of his back. “Lay low for a while, let Fennec take over the hunting.”

“You saying I’m too slow, princess?” Boba quipped underneath you, turning his head to the side so you could hear him more clearly. “That I’m getting too old for this?”

“Never, Boba,” you smirked to yourself before leaning down and pressing your lips between his shoulder blades. He shivered under your touch and let out a small sigh. “All I’m saying is that maybe you don’t have to hunt anymore. Let some other bounty hunter chase after your enemies.”

“You do think I’m old.” Boba huffed, turning under you so he could see your face. You settled down over his hips and ran your hands up his stomach, stopping to play with the light sprinkling of hair on his chest.

“Well...” your words trailed off, bottom lip catching between your teeth. Boba had a tough life- much tougher than most. Bounty hunting was never an easy profession for anyone, and it certainly wasn’t kind to him. Working for crime lords was always dangerous, especially one that owned a rancor and sarlacc. Life didn’t get any easier for Boba after he crawled out of the pit- it took him years to regain his strength and armor. Only recently have things started going his way, what with finding you and performing a successful coup. He shouldn’t have to work anymore, he deserves to relax and rule the Outer Rim with you by his side. “Why not relax and take a little break from hunting. Rest up until you’re feeling better, and then you can get back to chasing down quarries.”

“I am perfectly capable of hunting right now,” he playfully glared at you. Smiling, you ran your hands further up his body, cupping his jaw. Your body followed your hands and you leaned over him, nose brushing his.

“Darling,” you placed a soft peck to the corner of his mouth. “You couldn’t catch me if I ran out that door right now.”

Your mouth on his skin was distracting, but he still caught your words. “I could too!” Boba gripped your hips suddenly and flipped the two of you over so that he was now on top. He tried to ignore the slight pain that still radiated from his back. “You wouldn’t even make a mile outside the palace gates before I caught up to you. And that’s being generous.”

“Is that a challenge, old man?” you teased, teeth nipping down his jaw and neck. “I bet it would take you longer than a day to find me.”

“Oh really?” Boba couldn’t help the small smile that slipped onto his lips. He loved the playful banter the two of you sometimes shared. It always led to you in his bed, trapped between the mattress and him for hours on end. “What do I get if I win?”

It was Boba’s turn to tease you now and his lips started to trail down your neck. He stopped right over your jugular, sucking a dark spot on the soft skin. You tried to hold back the breathy moans that threatened to spill from your lips. “If you win, you could do whatever you want to me for a day.”

“I’m going to need a little more than that, princess,” he smirked against your skin. “What’s stopping me from taking what I want from you right now since you’re already under me?”

“Fine,” you relented. “A week.” If he won, it’s not like you were actually losing anything. A week filled with Boba doing whatever he pleased to you left you wet and needy beneath him.

“That’s more like it,” Boba growled before he pressed his lips against yours in a searing kiss. He wasted no time before he licked into your mouth, moaning as he forced you into submission.

“But,” you broke off the kiss, chest heaving. “If I win, you need to take a break from hunting. A real break.”

“You’ve got yourself a deal, princess,” he pulled your bottom lip between his teeth, biting gently. “I’ll have you back in my bed before the suns are down tomorrow. Then the real fun will begin.”

“Not if you can’t catch me, old man,” you winked before pulling his lips back to yours.

Tomorrow, the hunt will begin.

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“You can just forfeit now,” Boba hummed against your neck, pulling you tightly against his chest. It was the next morning and you were grabbing last minute items to throw in your satchel. You had everything a girl running from her bounty hunter lover could need- credits, food, change of clothes, and your blaster. “I won’t hold it against you. I’ll still uphold my end of the bargain and keep you in my bed for a week.”

You’ve never rolled your eyes harder than you did in that moment. “You know,” you turned in his hold and looked up at your lover. He was dressed in his armor except for his green helmet, ready to hunt you down and take what was his. “You’re awfully cocky for an old man. Aren’t you supposed to be done with such childish things?”

“Ha-ha,” he rolled his eyes. Boba brought a gloved hand to your face, gently cupping your cheek. The mischief in his eyes was replaced with seriousness. “Be careful, princess. Check in with me every few hours so I know you’re okay.”

“I will,” you turned your face into his palm, kissing the worn leather. “I’ll miss you.”

“Don’t worry, little one,” he glided his thumb over your cheek bone. “We’ll be back together before the suns set.”

“I think you’re underestimating my ability,” you placed a light kiss on his lips and pulled away before you could get lost in his touch. “I learned from the best, after all.” You started towards the large palace doors, satchel over your shoulder. The large doors opened with a creak. Excitement and adrenaline pumped through your veins. You’ve never been on the run before, but the thrill of Boba tracking and hunting you down was electrifying. Realistically, you knew Boba would find you fast on the desolate planet of Tatooine. The only advantage you had was that Fennec was driving you to Mos Eisley where you could hide more easily in the busy city. An enormous disadvantage you had though was that Boba knew where you were going. Even if you tried your hardest, you knew you couldn’t run away from Boba and keep him off your trail for long. Eventually, the skilled bounty hunter would find you and claim his prize; most likely before the end of the night. Joining Fennec on the speeder, you waved back at your lover before you sped away from the palace, wind whipping through your hair.

___

Mos Eisley was crowded with people. Shop owners were selling their various goods, hollering to potential customers to come view their wares. Food carts were everywhere and gamblers sat at their tables, playing sabacc and dice. Only a few fights broke out amongst people, but for the most part their shouting and yelling was drowned out by the din of the busy, sandy streets.

Fennec had dropped you off at one of the cantinas before speeding off on the bike. While she was a master of disguise and able to blend in plain sight, the news of Boba’s successful coup had spread and Fennec Shand’s name was in every vagrant’s mouth. She preferred to remain as inconspicuous as possible.

You had no idea where you should go or start. While you had teased Boba that you would be able to outwit him and that he wouldn’t be able to catch you, you realized that maybe you were in over your head. I mean, how were you supposed to outwit and win against the best bounty hunter in the galaxy? It wasn’t a title that he just gave himself, he rightfully earned it. Boba Fett was infamous- everyone knew who he was.

And you were supposed to be running from him.

Okay, yeah, you were screwed. But you couldn’t think like that right now- you had to think quickly and try to evade Boba for as long as you could. You weren’t doing this for yourself, you were doing this for Boba. He was pushing himself too hard lately, running the crime underworld while simultaneously hunting down his enemies. He deserved to have some fun. You knew he would love this- hunting you down like prey. It played perfectly into the fantasies that lived in his head. While he never voiced them to you, you never forgot the glint in his eyes when he first tied you up. It was only natural that desire fed into this one.

This was for Boba. And you were going to give him one hell of a hunt.

Your eyes scanned the streets of Mos Eisley, trying to think through and reason what would be the best course to take. Originally, you thought losing yourself in the bustling bazaar would be the best idea until you realized that’s exactly what Boba would expect you to do. You had to do better than that, you had to do what Boba would do. Maybe if you thought and moved like him, you could evade him long enough.

Deciding that standing in one spot wasn’t the best option, you started to move your way through the crowd. Your eyes searched high and low for possible hiding places. Boba would expect you to stay in town where you were familiar with your surroundings. When you saw the dewback nestled in a stable, you almost spent all of your credits on the beast. Going out into the dunes wasn’t a good idea, though. Tusken raiders have been moving a lot more than usual in the desert and it would be your luck to get caught by them. Passing by the giant green lizard, you patted its head and sighed. Another time, buddy.

You hadn’t been out to the town in some time. Things had changed in the central hub of Tatooine. While there were always going to be thieves and bandits and vagrants roaming the city, things seemed... more calm. People weren’t scurrying away from each other like they used to, afraid that someone would do them harm. They smiled more, talked with their neighbors instead of hiding their faces. You had never seen Tatooine actually, well, thriving since you arrived on the desolate planet. While you hadn’t resided here for long, you remembered how bad things were when Bib Fortuna ruled the area. Being out amongst the people of Tatooine made you realize that it was because of Boba that things were better. Yes, he was a crime kingpin, and yes, he knew how to be ruthless; but the people were so much better off with him in the Hutt palace than they’ve been in centuries. The thought made pride swell up in your chest. Your Boba was making this shithole of a planet just a little bit better.

“Do you miss me, pretty girl?” Boba’s gravely voice sounded over the commlink, startling you and the dewback you were still petting. Fumbling for the comm, your hands were shaking just from hearing his voice, you brought it up to your lips.

“Not at all,” you tried to sound nonchalant and not like he just scared the shit out of you. “Haven’t been to town in a while, it’s nice.”

“Well I miss you, princess,” his voice made your knees weak. He was far away from you, yet just the timbre of his words made you needy. “It’s only been a few hours but my cock is already throbbing with how much I need you.”

“Boba,” you scolded, cheeks flushing with embarrassment as onlookers gave you a look. They had heard him, of course. “You can’t... say those things right now.”

“Why?” he chuckled. “Did someone hear? Are you still in the bazaar?”

“Uh, no.” Shit, you were bad at lying to him.

“So you are in the bazaar,” you could visualize the smirk that you knew was on his face. “Mind picking me up some of those berries you love so much? I love the way they make your lips taste.”

You didn’t know how to respond to that, so you stayed quiet. Giving the dewback one last pat, you rejoined the busy crowd. Boba was getting closer to Mos Eisley and you didn’t have much time to find a good hiding space. You had to think fast.

“What, you’re not talking to me now?”

“I’m not not talking to you.” Switching the commlink to run through the small earpiece lodged in your ear, you noticed a small inn on the corner of the busy street. Maybe that would be a good place to lay low?

“Okay, then just listen, princess,” his voice was rough and made you whimper. You could feel how wet your underwear was becoming just from his voice alone. Good thing you thought of switching the audio of the commlink to your ear or else everyone would hear the filthy words Boba muttered. “When I catch you, and I will catch you, I’m going to tie you up and take you right then and there. I don’t care if anyone is around us, I’m going to make you scream and beg for my cock so everyone knows who you belong to.”

You had to find a hiding place and fast. Just hearing his words was making you soak through your underwear and you needed to get away from this crowd of people. “Promise?”

“Oh, I promise, sweet thing.” you were certain that he had a sly smile on his face under the helmet. “I’ll find you before the suns go down and claim my bounty. You’ll be the sweetest reward I ever get.”

You didn’t care if you lost the bet. Moving towards the small inn, you glanced down at your watch, noting the time. “You’ve got 5 hours until they set. Come and get me, Fett.”

“With pleasure.”

___

The inn was your best option in the small city so you purchased a room. Boba was just now leaving the palace, ready to start his hunt. While it wouldn’t be much of a hunt for him (you were too easy of prey), you were certain he would love his reward. The room was small, sandstone walls that held little to know decorations. There was a bed with simple colored sheets and a small bathroom attached. It would be enough for what you had planned for your hunter.

You got to work.

When you were packing your bags this morning, you made a big show of grabbing only the necessities. Boba was trailing behind you the entire morning, his hands never left your waist. He was constantly trying to convince you to stay home with him and to give up the bet, but you didn’t fall into the temptation. You knew he would absolutely love hunting you, even if he never said it. Besides, you wanted to give him a real treat for when he finally caught you. Before she picked you up, Fennec had gone back to your chambers and collected the black bag with the items you had packed away while Boba was still asleep. That black bag now sat on the bed.

The satchel held what you needed for tonight. Candles, ropes, a brand new lingerie set you knew Boba would rip to shreds once he saw you in it. The black lace was beautiful and soft. Just imagining the look on Boba’s face when he sees you in it made desire pool low in your stomach.

You still had a few hours until you were sure he would find you. Fennec was nice enough to lay down a false trail to make things more exciting for Boba. What a nice lady when she actually wanted to be nice. You moved to the fresher and began to peel the clothes from your body. Even though you weren’t physically running from Boba, the day spent wandering through the streets of Mos Eisley left a thin layer of grime coating your skin. You wanted to be nice and clean for when Boba finally caught you. Turning the fresher on, excitement settled in your bones at the prospect of tonight.

___

Boba Fett had been on the hunt all day. The twin suns of Tatooine were moving low in the horizon. Sunset would be within the next hour.

Good thing Boba had already found you.

Once he realized Fennec had laid down a false trail for you, it was easy for Boba to find your real trail through Mos Eisley. Hishelmet allowed him to see your footprints in the sandy streets. He followed your every move, placing himself in your steps and lived out your day hours later. He noticed that you had stopped at the stables for some time, and when Boba asked the stablemaster about you, he learned that you spent a good part of your day petting the dewback the man owned. His heart thumped at the thought of you petting the great beast. Boba knew you used to have pets and that you missed caring for your animals dearly. He would have to get you one soon.

The suns were just starting to fall behind the sandy dunes of Tatooine when Boba arrived at the small inn. After tossing a few credits to the owner, he learned which room you were staying in. Boba could feel the excitement build up inside of him, just like it did when he was close to his other quarries. Stopping in front of your door, his cock throbbed painfully in his trousers at what would happen when he caught you. Boba didn’t wait a moment longer before turning the handle.

The room was dark, save for a few flickering candles that were scattered throughout the room. His visor easily switched into night vision to allow him to see, but he wanted to experience this with his own eyes. Lifting the helmet, Boba’s eyes rested on your figure and his cock jumped at what he saw.

You were lounging on the bed, scantily clad in black lace that barely left anything to the imagination. His eyes roamed up your body and admired the lace that hugged your curves perfectly. When he got to your chest, he noted that a small carton of berries rested on top of your cleavage and that you were lazily bringing the ripe fruit to your lips. Boba wanted to reach out and feel those lips on his own and taste the tartness of the fruit.

“Bout’ time, Fett,” you fished around in the carton before you found a particularly ripe berry and popped it into your mouth. “Was thinking you’d never find me.”

“I’ll always find you, princess,” his voice rumbled through his chest. “Looks like I found you before the suns set, too.” Boba nodded towards the small window, pointing out the setting suns. “I win.”

Picking up another fruit, you brought it to your mouth and bit it slowly, the juice spilling out and running down your chin and chest. You gave Boba a seductive grin. “Come and get your prize, my king.”

Boba’s eyes visibly darkened with lust and a growl sounded from his chest. His strides were long and quickly closed the distance between the two of you. Scrambling on top of the bed, he moved the carton of berries over on the side table. Boba dropped his head to your chest and ran his tongue over your breasts, licking the sweet juice off of you. A breathless moan left your mouth and your chest arched into his touch. His hands were rough as they grabbed at your wrists, bringing them up and above your head. Boba reached for the cuffs attached to his belt and snapped them into place around your wrists. He had you now.

“You thought you could run away from me, huh?” his voice was deep and gravely, sending waves of desire south. Boba grabbed the rope you had set aside on the table and tied your already cuffed wrists to the headboard. “Thought that you could outsmart me?”

His leather-clad hand trailed up your chest and settled at the base of your neck. When you didn’t answer, his fingers wrapped around your throat and gave it a slight squeeze- not enough pressure to cut off your air, just enough to slightly restrict your blood flow. “Answer me, girl.”

“No!” you gasped. Boba would never hurt you, you knew this, and this whole scenario was just pretend- all for Boba. That didn’t mean you couldn’t enjoy it too, though. You easily slid into your role. “I’m sorry, I won’t do it again.”

Boba hummed at your apology and released his grip on your throat. Air flooded into your lungs. Before he returned to touching you, Boba brought his hand to your lips. “Bite,” was all he said, and he nudged the soft leather between your teeth. You pulled off his gloves with your teeth before letting them fall to the bed. He returned his hands to your body, his warm skin sending shivers down your spine. His fingers were calloused, weathered from years of fighting. Hands moving to your breasts, Boba took them in his hands and gave them a squeeze.

“Fuck, you look so good, princess,” Boba moaned at the soft feeling of your breasts in lace. Pulling down the lace cups, he released the soft flesh. He brought his head down and licked at one of your pert nipples, hand massaging the other. His mouth was warm over the sensitive skin and it felt delicious. He rolled his tongue over the bud before giving it a slight nip. A sharp gasp escaped your mouth and Boba chuckled. “Easy there, little one.”

You couldn’t help but whimper when Boba’s mouth switched to your other breast. His hand traveled down past your navel and cupped your warm pussy. “Look at this bounty,” he growled into your skin. His forefinger slid your black panties to the side and into your wet folds. “So wet, and all for me.”

“Yes,” you whined when his finger slipped past your tight entrance. He slowly pumped his thick finger in and out of your pussy, his lips trailing over your breasts while leaving marks across your chest. The rough pad of his finger brushed against the small bundle of nerves inside and your back arched at the sensation. “All yours! Fuck, Boba, please, I need you inside of me.”

Heading your pleading, Boba pulled his finger from inside of your cunt. You missed the feeling of being full by his fingers- he had barely touched you and you already started to feel the frustration tear up in your eyes. He didn’t pull his finger fully away- thank the Maker- instead, he began to circle your clit slowly.

“You need me, princess?” Boba nuzzled his face against your neck, nipping at the skin over pulse point. “Hmm? Need my cock inside that pretty little pussy?”

“Yes,” you moaned. You couldn’t take these teasing touches anymore. Pulling at your restraints to reach for him, you learned that there was no way you were getting out of those without help. “Please.”

“I don’t think you deserve it.” he pulled his hand away from your aching pussy, completely. Now the tears really started to well up. You tried to show him how much you needed him through the look you gave him. “Good girls don’t run away.”

“Boba, I’m sorry, I-“ you were cut off by your own yelp of pain when he brought his hand down on your ass. The pain turned to pleasure when he started to rub soothing circles into the reddened skin.

“Good girls listen to what they’re told,” Boba grabbed at your hips and flipped you over onto your stomach. The rope attached to your cuffs and the headboard tightened with the torque of you flipping. His fingers gripped the thin fabric of your panties and pulled- torn fabric falling to the bed. Boba’s hand came down on your ass again before rubbing the flesh. “Are you going to listen, princess?”

“Yes, I’ll listen- I’ll be good!” you cried into the pillow your face was buried in. You could feel his hands massaging your ass cheeks, playing with the pillowy flesh. Arching your back, you pushed your ass back into his hands, displaying your sopping pussy for him.

“Good,” Boba praised while taking his hands away from you. You almost whined out again when he removed his hands from you, but when you heard the zipper of his pants being pulled down, you relaxed and arched your back more. Boba took his hardened cock in his hand and brought it to your soaking pussy, rubbing the hot head through your folds. He kept running it through your slick, gathering as much of your arousal as he could. The tip of his cock brushed against your clit and you let out a breathy moan.

“Boba, please,” you moaned into the pillow. He was teasing you- he knew this, and he made sure that you sure as hell knew it. He kept brushing it over your clit, holding it there for a second- the pressure was delicious- before dragging it back down to your entrance. It was tantalizing- agonizing.

“Don’t worry, princess,” Boba chuckled at your begging. He notched the head of his cock at your entrance and pushed in. “I’ll put on a good show.”

The feeling of Boba splitting you open was something you’d never forget. No matter how many times the two of you had been together, you never got used to his size. It was both painful and pleasurable during that first thrust of his hips. His cock stretched your velvety walls almost to their breaking point. Pain dissolved into pleasure as he fully sheathed his cock inside of your dripping pussy. You couldn’t help the cry that fell from your lips- you were just so full.

Boba’s grip on your hips tightened when he started to thrust into you, setting a bruising pace. Moans of pleasure slipped past your lips and landed on the pillow. You tugged on the restraints, trying to ground yourself from the intoxicating pleasure. Boba’s hips snapped against your ass and the lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin reverberated off the sandstone walls.

“Fuck, princess,” Boba’s arms wrapped tight around your waist, tugging your hips back in time with his thrusts. You were so tight around him- a vice in the best way possible- squeezing him just right. Boba dropped his mouth to your back, kissing and biting marks against your skin between his grunts of pleasure. His hands roamed up your stomach to your breasts, cupping them with a squeeze. The black lace was still in the way, keeping your soft skin out of reach. He made quick work of the thin lace and the ruined material joined the tattered pieces of your underwear. You were completely bare before him now and Boba growled at the sight- you were breathtaking. “So-so good, so beautiful.”

Boba’s name was constantly falling from your lips. Each brush of his hard cock against your velvety walls brought you more and more pleasure. It pooled low in your stomach and spread through your veins. “Wa-want to t-touch you.”

Boba didn’t reply, instead he reached above you for your restraints. He made quick work of your bindings and soon enough you were free. Boba wrapped his arms around your waist and tugged you back against him. The cool beskar of his cuirass dug into your back and imprinted its shape into your skin. Boba dropped his head to your shoulder and nuzzled his face into your neck. Hands roamed up your stomach and cupped your breasts. His large hands pushed and pulled at the soft flesh, pinched your peaked nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. At this new angle, Boba’s cock brushed against that bundle of nerves inside of you.

“You’re mine,” Boba growled into your neck, nipping and kissing purple marks into your skin. His teeth sank into the junction of your neck and jaw, tongue swiping over the fresh mark. All you could do was nod and moan in agreement- he kept pounding into you at just the right angle that was making you see stars. His hands kept roaming over your body, kneading whatever skin he could get a hold of. Your arms were reaching up and behind you, holding his head against you so his lips never left your skin.

"Fuck, you feel so good, princess,” Boba moaned against your neck, lips trailing up to your ear. His hot breath fanned over the shell of your ear. “Do you feel that, baby?” Boba grabbed one of your hands that was holding his head to your skin and dragged it down your body before resting over your stomach. His large hand rested over yours and pressed it into your skin. “Do you feel my cock deep in your stomach, little one?”

You did. The feeling of his cock pushing deep inside of you made your stomach bulge out slightly. The feeling of Boba using you to reach his high drove you to your own.

“Boba, I-” you were cut off by your own moan. His cock kept brushing against the bundle of nerves inside of you. It was driving you crazy.

“I know, princess,” Boba nipped at your ear, growling out your name. “Come for me, little one.” The arm around your waist pulled you tighter against him while the other trailed down your stomach to where he was pounding into you. The rough pads of his fingers dropped down to your clit and began to rub quick circles into it. “Come all over my cock.”

His words in addition to the motions of his fingers and thrust of his cock inside of you made the metaphorical dam inside of you break under the pleasure of it all. Your orgasm spilled over and flooded your veins, waves of pleasure wracking your body. The feeling of your velvety walls clenching around him drove Boba closer to his own high.

“Fuck, princess,” Boba moaned lowly in your ear whilst pulling out of you quickly. You missed the feeling of being full of his cock but before you could whine out a complaint, Boba was flipping you over onto your back. He grabbed your ankles and tugged you to the edge of the bed, wrapping your legs around his waist. Boba dropped his forehead to yours and his hot breath fanned over your face. He pressed a searing kiss to your lips and drank in your breathless moans. The feeling of him pounding into you was almost too much- you were so sensitive from your previous orgasm. “You take me so well.”

“Come inside of me, Boba,” you bit down on his bottom lip and he growled. “Fill me up.”

“Fu-fuck, princess!” his hips stuttered against you as his balls pulled up tightly. He ground his cock inside of you and he came hard, his cum painting your walls. The warmth of his seed and the throbbing of his cock sent you over the edge again. Your nails trailed down his muscular back, leaving angry red marks over his tan skin. Boba settled inside of you and moaned your name against your soft lips. He trailed kisses over your face, lightly kissing your chin, cheeks, nose, eyelids, before placing a final one to your forehead. Hands came up to cradle your face and he placed another kiss to your hairline.

“You did so well for me, little one.” Boba nuzzled his face into your hair and tucked your head under his chin. He rolled onto his back and pulled you on top of him. His beskar armor was cold against your skin but you didn’t care. Boba’s arms were around you and his cock was still buried inside of you. He placed another kiss on your hairline. “Sorry if I was a little rough with you.”

You placed a kiss to his green cuirass. “I didn’t mind. I like it when you get a little rough.” Boba chuckled underneath you and he brought his hand to your hair, combing through the tangles. “Though, I’m not sure my outfit liked it.”

“Sorry,” he laughed. “I’ll buy you a new one. Any color you want.”

“Hmm...” you hummed in contemplation, trailing your finger over his armor. “Maybe a dark green one? With red accents? I’d like to match your armor- maybe even wear your helmet while you fuck me.”

His cock twitched inside of you at your words. “Don’t make any promises you can’t keep, little one.”

“Oh, that’s a promise I fully intend to keep,” you leaned up and pulled him into another kiss. You pulled his bottom lip between your teeth, biting gently. “Just like I intend to uphold our bet.”

“I can’t wait to take you on every surface of the palace,” he pulled you into another kiss, licking into your mouth. “I bet I can make you come so much that you won’t be able to walk straight for weeks.”

“Is that a challenge, Fett?” your hips shifted slightly, his cock hardening inside of you.

“It’s a promise.”

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extrovertedsoftgoth · 5 years

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A promise is a promise, Tozier.

Summary: Just as Richie is about to leave Derry for good, memories of an old friend stop him in his tracks, causing him to think of a promise he made to Stan a long time ago. After heading back and experiencing everything from caring for Eddie after he got stabbed by Bowers, to getting caught in the deadlights, it seems like the time is now or never: Richie is about to take Eddie to the kissing bridge and reveal a secret he's kept for twenty seven years. Rating: Explicit (chapter three, specifically).

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20816231/chapters/49480328

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Chapter 1: Mourning memories “Thanks for showing up, Stanley.”

Richie slumped deeper into the wooden pew, tilting his head back and covering his face with his hands, fingertips just resting under the edges of his glasses. A moment ago he had been hellbent on leaving everything behind, deciding living out Bev’s horrific dreams of his future death was better than having a dumb fucking clown spill his ‘dirty little secret’ to everyone. But, just as he was getting ready to pull out of Derry, Stan’s name caught his eye in the window of a building he hadn’t entered for years, and now here he was. Breathing into his hands, Richie slowly moved them back from his face and blinked, letting a few suppressed tears finally find their way to the surface. So much was happening to him and all of it coming so fast, the man hadn’t even had a moment to truly sit and process the death of one of his best friends. Although he was crying, a small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, allowing the memories of Stan to replay on loop inside his head, thinking back to how Stanley Uris truly was the best. Mixed feelings were circling around his heart, the pain of losing Stan swelling up alongside the happiness of recovering so many memories since leaving Derry. Everything was so quiet here, not even a car passing by outside to cast in light and make shadows sweep across the walls appeared to break the silence. In that moment, Richie felt like not even Pennywise could hurt him in any way, shape or form while he was in this room. Sinking further into the pew, eyes drifting to the ceiling, Richie began to replay a memory he hadn’t thought about for a long, long time. Stan and Richie walked side by side together, pushing their bikes along the pavement as they headed towards Stan’s house. “You know you’ve been really quiet today, is everything okay, Rich?” Stan asked, his soft voice full of genuine worry for his friend. Richie swallowed, knowing the care Stan felt for him in that moment meant more to him than he could ever explain. “I don’t know,” he finally replied, having no heart to cover it up with jokes or clever comments today.

Stan frowned, nudging Richie with his shoulder to direct the boy off the path, and instead of home, heading towards a shaded tree where their bikes were quickly discarded. Sitting down with his back against the large old oak, Stan waited for Richie to follow his movements and let a few moments of silence go by before speaking again. “Do you want to try to explain it?” “I don’t know if I can,” Richie’s voice was barely audible as he pushed his glasses up, eyes fixed to the ground. Stan gave a soft smile, shrugging, “that’s okay, we can just sit here for a while if you want to.”

Meant as a reassuring and friendly gesture, Stan lifted his hand and went to pat Richie’s knee, but the action had the boy flinching away like Stan had just given him an electric shock. Stan instantly drew his hand back, staying still as the bewilderment of the situation hung in the air, while Richie felt nothing but incredibly stupid. “That.” Richie bit his lip, looking away in discomfort. “That’s the problem,” his voice was a whisper, pulling his knees into his chest to make himself as small as possible. “I just don't think I’ll ever have a girl touching my knee,” Richie said, though as soon as the words left his mouth he felt even more idiotic. “Richie, don’t say that, just because Bill and Bev seem to like each other doesn’t mean a girl won’t ever like-.” “I don’t want a girl to touch my stupid knee, or whatever, Stan. I don’t…” Richie emphasised the ‘I’ in his statement, shrinking smaller still.

A moment of quiet passed, broken only by the wind picking up here and there, disturbing the branches above the boy’s heads and causing them to rustle. “Oh,” Stan answered after processing Richie’s fumbled statement, realising exactly what his friend meant. “Well, I bet a lot of people feel like that, and maybe you can meet people like that one day, and have someone who you want to pat your knee in your life,” the boy jokingly nudged Richie about the knee comment, making him laugh and roll his eyes. “You don’t think that’s weird?” Richie asked, still not brave enough to bring his eyes to Stan, part of him unable to believe his secret wasn’t something wrong or dirty. “I think Derry is weird, and you’re probably the weirdest friend I have. But not because of that, Rich. I won’t tell anyone, you know that, but I wouldn’t ever not want to be your friend because of something like that. I think you’re really cool, Richie, weird cool, but still cool.”

The boy finally turned his head to look at Stan, feeling a little less delicate than before, and began to laugh hard. Stan was relieved to see that usual cocky and joyful expression on Richie’s face, grinning back at his friend and started to laugh too. Stan really didn’t care about any of that, as long as he got to be friends with the losers forever, what else mattered? The tension of the moment now fully melted into relaxed laughter, Stan raised his eyebrows at Richie curiously.

“So, is there any person?” He asked tentatively, not wanting to push Richie too far too fast. “Yeah, I think so,” Richie answered, honest, thinking about a boy with a broken arm. “Well, I hope one day you get to tell them and everything.” Stan smiled at Richie, wanting his friend to feel like the world wasn’t so overwhelming. “Thanks, Stanley.” “Do you want to go to the arcade before you come over? I’ll let you win at street fighter.” Richie snorted, rolling his eyes at Stan. “You’re like the worst fucking person in the world at that game, ‘let me win’, oh my god-.”

The next part of the conversation began to fade away into nothing, Richie coming back to the reality of being an adult, sat in a lonely room marking the death of his friend. Stan was the weakest for himself, but was always the strongest for everyone else, and Richie felt his stomach turn over in pure grief over never getting to know what the man was like all grown up. All the sudden feelings hitting his system made Richie feel like he was submerged in water, starting to become crushed under all these different feelings. Richie tried to hold onto reality, clinging to anything he could to ground himself, knowing Stan wouldn’t want him to fall apart and especially not now. Thinking of his friend, Richie heard a small voice in the back of his mind telling him Rich don’t go, you’re not done yet. Suddenly standing, Richie decided to stay in Derry, turning towards the doors with the intention of getting back into his car and heading out to find his friends. Stan had already died because of this, and Richie sure as hell wasn’t going to let anyone else die too. Just before he left, gripping the door handle, Richie looked back over his shoulder into the empty room. “If we don’t die doing this, Stan, I’ll tell him, I promise.” And with that, Richie left. Chapter 2: Deadlights. “Guys! GUYS!”

Beverly and Ben instantly began to move, running up the stairs as fast as they could. Pennywise? Something somehow worse? Whatever it was, the way Eddie called out made each of their thoughts go straight to the worst case scenario, especially Bev’s. Beverly shouted back Eddie’s name with her fingers crossed he wasn’t already dead, watching as someone stepped out of his bathroom.

Ben’s breath was caught in his throat as he took the sight in, and Beverly screamed, dashing to Eddie’s side as his cheek bled from a large gash in the middle of it.

“Bowers is in my room,” Eddie managed to get out in a somehow quite calm voice, even though the ‘o’ in Bowers caused blood to come pouring out of Eddie’s mouth like a waterfall.

“Oh my God!” Bev’s hands shot up, trying to squeeze the wound together to stop some of the blood flow, a spiking panic beginning to make her feel sick when the reality of this not being a trick but a real life threatening injury upon her friend set in.

Trusting Beverly, knowing she could do anything, Ben leapt forward and rushed into the bathroom, his eyes darting over every drop of Eddie’s blood. Moving to the window, Ben saw Bowers right there, looking him in the eyes for the first time in twenty seven years, and Ben’s stomach began to ache. Pulling himself out of the memories involving Bowers, Ben grabbed the towels on top of the rack and left the room and the bully behind, throwing a towel to Bev on his way out. Huddling on the stairs together, Ben put as much pressure on Eddie’s cheek as possible as Bev mopped up his face and shirt.

“Richie,” Eddie coughed, beginning to hate the way blood tasted with a passion, “where’s Richie?” The question made Ben’s stomach flip once again, realising he couldn’t see the man’s car out the window when he saw Bowers, even though Ben was sure he’d convinced the man to stay.

“Is he okay?” Eddie asked, barely there, beginning to slump back against the stairs as the adrenaline of the moment started to fade away, the shock of being stabbed and stabbing back finally setting in; and Eddie’s world went black.

“Shit!” Taking a bloodied towel, Beverly quickly pushed it under Eddie’s head to give him some support, looking at Ben with wide eyes. “He’s okay, he’s okay, he’s just- he’s just Eddie, right?” Ben forced a smile, reassuring Beverly that the fainting wasn’t as worrying as it could be. “We need to stop the bleeding, there’s a first aid kit downstairs, I’ll be right back, I swear.” Ben squeezed Beverly’s hand, letting her take over care of Eddie’s cheek as he got up in search of the kit.

Frantically opening draws and cupboards, Ben searched for the kit as fast as he could. The main entrance doors pushed open, Ben whipping his head around mid search and grabbing the closest thing to him, planning to use it as a weapon while expecting to see Bowers walk in. Thanking God as he saw Richie’s face, Ben dropped the heavy lamp back onto the table as the light reflected off Richie’s face; the streaks left behind by tears still visible. Reminding himself of the situation upstairs, Ben pushed wanting to ask if Richie was okay to the back of his mind as Eddie took priority.

“Richie, upstairs, now!” Ben pleaded, the fear in his voice causing it to break a little. “What? What’s going-.” “Richie!” This time it was Beverly, her voice even more shaken than Ben’s. “Richie, it’s Eddie, please!”

Before his brain had even registered his body moving, Richie was already halfway up the stairs and rounding the corner when he saw Bev cradling an unconscious Eddie, blood everywhere. Almost every single negative emotion experienced by man ran through Richie in that moment, acting without thinking as he dropped down on one knee. Carefully hooking each arm under Eddie’s legs and neck, Richie lifted the smaller man up and held Eddie as close as possible, Bev following as they moved Eddie into the nearest bedroom. Richie was silent as they paced, feeling his chest absolutely cave in on itself as he placed Eddie down onto the bed, hands shaking.

Richie almost shouted his words, too panicked to control his voice. “What the fuck happened?” “Bowers,” breathed Beverly, craving a cigarette, “he must have snuck in and he- he stabbed Eddie.”

Richie’s blood ran cold.

Heavy footsteps on the stairs followed, Ben clutching to the first aid kit and joining the others in the room, all leaning over Eddie. Richie fell back, collapsing into the dresser chair as time became a blur, wanting to help but feeling as if ice had locked around every single joint in his body. Ben and Beverly worked as fast as they could to patch Eddie up and bring him back around. When almost done, Ben filled Richie in on everything he had missed, explaining the way Bowers pulled the knife out of himself before leaving, and how Eddie had somehow found the courage to stab and fend off the bully.

He’s always had the courage, is what Richie wanted to say, but the man wasn’t even sure he was in control of his own body at that moment.

“It’s not as bad as it could be, sweetie, he’s going to be okay,” Beverly spoke softly, turning to look at Richie with kind eyes after finishing putting the last plaster down. Ben watched her curiously, part of him wondering how Bev knew so much about dressing wounds.

Richie nodded in response, but the words washed over him like a breeze, too caught up in his own inner turmoil to really come back to reality just yet. A distant tone came from another room, a phone ringing, and Ben left to answer it. Beverly sighed softly as she moved away from Eddie and stood by Richie’s side, gently beginning to brush her fingers through Richie’s hair. He naturally leaned into her touch like the action was something familiar, closing his eyes as he dug his nails down into his palms, letting Bev’s compassion bring Richie back from wherever he was.

“Remember how close we were as kids?” Beverly asked softly, causing Richie to frown at the new topic. “I remembered, last night, how much time we actually used to spend together. Shocking, right?” She tried to joke, a half hearted laugh leaving her lips. Richie thought about it, leaning closer into Bev’s touch still, giving a small nod after a few moments. “I remember,'' he mumbled, relaxing his hands. “I remember when I knew your birthday and no one else did, and everyone accused me of getting replaced with a robot.”

Both friends began to smile, allowing a brief moment of glory days to take away from the gloomy feeling hanging over the room. Richie finally pulled back from Bev’s fingers raking through his hair, feeling cold without the comfort, turning his head to the side and looking up at Beverly. Her shadow covered Richie’s face, and Bev could see tears lining his eyes behind the man’s glasses.

“Why’d you think of that now?” “Just wanted to remind you how much we shared together, so you know I’m serious with what I say next.” One hundred things rushed through Richie’s mind, all bad, and his jaw clenched.

“What?” “Eddie just took a knife to the face, but when we were trying to stop the bleeding, the first thing he did was ask for you and if you were okay, Richie.”

The man’s jaw grew even more tight now, but for a very different reason, his teeth grinding together as he tried to find words. “It’s my fault, I should have been here-.” “No, honey, that’s not what I’m saying,” Beverly whispered, tucking her hair behind her ear as she moved to stand in front of Richie, crouching down to meet the man’s level, hands resting on his knees. “I just think once all this is over with and we win, we all deserve a happy ending, and maybe your one is closer than you think.” Bev smiled softly, watching the words sink into her friend’s mind as she squeezed Richie’s knee. “I’m going to go check on Ben, okay?”

Richie nodded, following Beverley with his eyes as she left the room. He could barely remember half the things he told her when they were younger, but he certainly remembered the first time he ever tried a cigarette. Everyone else was busy for one reason or another, and so it was just Richie and Bev in the clubhouse, and he almost threw up when he tried her cigarette. She laughed so hard her eyes got watery, and Richie flipped her off. They shared the whole day there together, each hour that passed causing the two to discuss more intimate topics. Eventually, Beverly told Richie how she felt about Bill, and Richie told her how he felt about Eddie. They never shared a cigarette again after that day, but they shared a lot of other things instead.

Standing on shaking legs, Richie moved over to the bed to perch next to Eddie, his heart breaking over the blood stains covering the man’s clothes. “Jesus, Eds,” Richie muttered, bringing his hand up to timidly trace Eddie’s knuckles. “If this was the other way around, I’m sure you’d do the same thing for me.” And with that, Richie slapped him. Not too hard, against the undamaged cheek, the sudden shock of contact seeming to be enough to bring Eddie back around with a spluttering gasp. Richie grinned, placing both hands on Eddie’s shoulders to keep him settled in bed.

“Relax, it’s just me, you’re okay.” “Did- did you just slap me?” Eddie scowled, shifting to sit with his back against the headboard. “What, and let you miss out on all the fun? Couldn’t face Pennywise without you, Eds.” “Don’t call me that, asshole.” Richie hesitated for a moment, but slowly began to move his hand down from the man’s shoulder to rest it on top of Eddie’s own. The injured man didn’t protest, and part of Richie wanted to link fingers with Eddie deep down, but fear was in the driver’s seat and there was no chance of that happening. “You feeling okay?” “I just fucking stabbed Bowers, man, I feel like a hero.” Richie snorted in response, shaking his head at the statement and falling in love with the way Eddie smiled as he said it. “Totally, yeah, my hero,” Richie mumbled, his stomach knotting up with shyness as he spoke. “I thought he got to you first, I thought he…” Eddie trailed off, deciding to not refresh that particular image was the best idea.

Eddie let his eyes lock with Richie’s, ignoring the pain in his cheek caused by speaking. He didn’t know whether it was the ache in his jaw or the blood loss, but his whole face felt like it was on fire since Richie touched his hand, and he seemed to be struggling to get out exactly what he wanted to say. Without warning, his body lurched forward and Eddie’s arms wrapped around the other man. Head spinning, it took Richie a moment to realise this was a hug, and Eddie hadn’t moved like that because he was going to be sick. This wasn’t just a hug, though, this was a death grip you give to someone who you never, ever want to let go of. Without thinking, Richie wrapped his arms around Eddie’s back and dropped his forehead down against the man’s shoulder, melting into the embrace. He had never been so close to Eddie before, not like this, and even Richie couldn’t fight back to urge to bury his face into Eddie’s neck.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you, Richie. I hate every last thing about this fucking town, but not you, never you. People like Bowers, they all made me feel like I was just nothing, you know? A stupid fucking kid with an inhaler who was always scared. But not you, never you… You’re special, still are,” Eddie mumbled, each word hitting Richie like a train. “Special?” Richie repeated, his mouth so dry that was all he could get out. He’d never heard Eddie speak like this before, his whole world was on fire. “Of course you are, idiot. I might have forgotten everything about Derry but I never forgot you. Not fully, anyway, you were always in the back of my mind one way or another. How do you think I knew you didn’t even write your own fucking comedy shows?”

Richie couldn’t hide the laugh Eddie drew out of him with the final comment, catching him so off guard the man pulled away from the hug to fully laugh out loud, forgetting for a moment exactly why they were in Derry. Eddie was staring at him, Richie able to feel his stomach flipping again, starting to move his hand because fuck it. Delicately, Richie pressed his fingers to Eddie’s face, cupping the undamaged cheek and tracing Eddie’s jaw with his thumb. Shifting and pulling the man closer, Richie rested his forehead against Eddie’s as the man took a moment to sit like this and treasure the fact Eddie was alive and calling him special.

“Eddie spaghetti, I swear to God, the next time I see Bowers I’m going to kill him for touching you.” Richie had never meant something so much in his life, sliding the fingers of his free hand forward to hook his pinky finger around Eddie’s own. “I promise.”

It felt like time had stopped, and in that moment only Richie and Eddie existed in the whole world. Pulling back, Richie thought about kissing Eddie, and yet even like this, the action got caught in his throat. Eddie opened his mouth, about to say something that was very important. Richie was transfixed on the way the man’s lips moved, inching closer.

“Richie.” “Eds…”

There was a knock on the door, pushed open soon after as Ben stepped into the room, both men on the bed putting space between themselves without thinking. Ben wouldn’t care, of course he wouldn’t, but this was all still so fragile, it didn’t feel like something that could be put on public display just yet.

“Oh thank God you’re awake, feeling okay Eddie?” Ben asked, visibly relieved to see his friend recovering. “Never better, actually.” Ben nodded at what he assumed was sarcasm, a grim look soon replacing the happy one on his face. “Good, because we need to go. Mike just called, he wants us to head down to the library.”

He didn’t know it yet, but Richie was about to keep that pinky promise he had just made to Eddie. * Richie felt like he could swallow his tongue. Part of him wanted to, just in case anything stupid slipped out.

“Seriously trashmouth, where are we going?”

Eddie’s voice passed through him like a ghost, causing Richie to tighten his fists inside his jacket pockets, trying to distract himself from the nerves eating him away from the inside out. This time yesterday, he had found himself preparing to dance with a clown who was a sloppy bitch, and soon after caught in the deadlights. Everything was cold when you were in them, rigid, like frozen ice all over your veins. Richie was confident he was never going to feel warmth again, feel anything again, and yet there it was; Eddie’s face in front of his with a smile like a promise that whispered ‘you deserve a happy ending, Richie.’

The Losers’ Club fought together, ripped the heart from the beast, and left in one piece. Eddie had saved Richie’s life, and now they were here, acting like everything was normal. Well, the patched up wound on Eddie’s cheek wasn’t normal, but that’s what life in Derry is like. Part of Richie thought this was a very bad idea, that the stuff Eddie had said yesterday was just because of the shock and blood loss, not because they’d been been idiots for twenty seven years who felt the exact same way without the guts to say anything. The idea that Eddie thought Richie as special was one thing, but Eddie feeling something deeper than friendship for Richie seemed too good to be true.

“Richie?”

Eddie’s voice was softer now, concern and curiosity in those tones sweet enough to make honey blush. As much as he wanted to, Richie couldn’t keep his teeth clamped down on his tongue forever - he couldn’t remember a time before this where he hadn’t wanted to talk - and so turning on that classic Richie Trashmouth Tozier charm, he tried to speak. It’s almost funny, how in that moment, the words ‘charm’ and ‘shield’ seem to blend together until the lines are so blurry not even the speaker knows which is which anymore.

“Yeah, Eds?” “I asked where we’re going, and don’t call me that.”

Richie opened his mouth. No quip, no joke, no punchline. His mind was empty and his heart was full, and apparently he didn’t even have enough in him for one comment. On my way to bang your mom, I don’t know about you, is what his mind lingered on, but his lips and tongue had formed their own resistance. Shit.

“You remember the old Kissing Bridge, right?” Richie asked, shrugging his shoulders casually. “I just wanted to show you something, it’s-.” “I swear to fucking God, if you’ve gone to all the effort of carving some sort of your mom joke into that bridge just to drag me to see it then you’re walking home,” Eddie threatened, yet all bark and no bite.

Richie smiled. He even laughed a little, turning to glance at Eddie, a man who embodied the energy of a pomeranian all while being brave enough to use a knife pushed into his own face to defend himself from a bully with a mullet. A true enigma, and as Richie grounded himself in the familiar and fond teasing of Eddie, his nerves settled momentarily. But, that all collapsed when they were actually on the bridge, each step nearing the spot. Shit, shit, shit.

Eddie watched as Richie seemed to swallow some sort of lump in his throat, frowning in concern. His friend was being uncharacteristically quiet and serious, reserved even, everything that Eddie knew Richie was not. They’d been through some shit yesterday, however, and so Eddie was willing to let it slide for now, until he’d seen whatever Richie was talking about at least. His cheek was aching, it always did whenever he talked, let alone laughed, but he hadn’t been able to stop doing either of those things. When the fight was over and the house collapsed, on top of wanting to faint, Eddie was hit was a wave of uncertainty. Was he just going to return to his old life? To an existence he felt suffocated by and a life that wasn’t fulfilling? So many anxieties had plagued him, turning his stomach until he was sick. But then, an hour ago, he’d received a simple text from Richie asking to ‘hang out’ with him. Bill had a home and book to return to, Mike had a whole world to see, and Ben and Beverly were finally letting their fire burn the way it was meant to. Eddie was sure Richie was going to sink back into a life of standing on a stage and receiving laughs for jokes he hadn’t even written, a hollow man, and yet here they were. Together, the last ones in Derry, with Richie leading him over the kissing bridge. A flashback to his younger self crossed over Eddie’s eyes, and a guarded memory from his youth that he locked in a box and tucked away in the corners of his heart came to mind. Eddie knew at least no matter what was about to happen, both past and present Eddie would rather be doing nothing else other than spending time with Richie.

The low echo of their footsteps across the bridge began to slow like the last few drops of rain hitting the window before the shower stops. Eddie followed, watching Richie look everywhere but Eddie’s face, coming to a stop in a place that seemed to have no significance.

“Eddie…I, uh,” Richie mumbled, part of him wishing he had carved a your mom joke somewhere as a plan B. “Hey, relax.” Eddie smiled, his hand resting on Richie’s arm with a reassuring small pat. “We’ve got this whole town to ourselves now, yeah?” Suggested Eddie, meaning that Pennywise was gone, but this statement struck an entirely different chord in Richie; the one he needed to finish his sentence.

Straightening up, Richie pushed a hand through his hair that Eddie followed with his eyes a little too closely, and did all he could to explain why it felt like an elastic band was currently wrapped around his heart and making it hard to breathe.

“You know when Bev got caught in the Deadlights, and it gave her that freaky shit to see us all die or whatever?” Richie asked, wiggling his fingers comically to further his ‘freaky’ point, and Eddie nodded along. “When I was- before you saved me, I saw something too, and if I don’t tell you about it my head is going to burst like one of those fuckin’ stupid red balloons.”

Eddie didn’t say anything. Giving Richie his full attention, the man leaned back against the bridge, tilting his head to the side softly to invite Richie to keep going. A serious Richie Tozier, it seems you can never really take all the weird out of Derry after all.

“Well, not only did that asshat totally fuck up my very cool line before I was about to throw the rock, I think I saw something similar, to Bev I mean, I don’t know,” Richie exhaled in frustration, tripping over his words a lot more than when he’d practiced in his head. “But, I just saw...I saw you, Eds, and I saw Pennywise and- I saw him kill you.”

A tension coiled upon the cool breeze passing the two men, and Eddie’s face turned a shade more paler.

“I couldn’t do anything, he just got you and- I tried so hard Eddie, but it just wasn’t enough and… You died,” his voice was tentative now, “in my arms, I held you and cried and wished with every fibre in my body that you’d come back to me. And then you did, the real you, standing over me with that dumb smile on your face.”

Both men breathed, exchanging ginger smiles.

“The thing about the deadlights is, you’re just totally swallowed up by dispeare, like you’ve gotten locked in place with sadness and you’re never going to feel anything else again. Like, what’s the point of fighting, ‘cause you’ve already lost. And then when you pulled me out of that, I realised I’d been feeling that every fucking day anyway since I left Derry in the first place - since I stopped being around you.”

Richie stepped forward, closing some of the space between himself and Eddie as he produced a pocket knife from his jacket, seeing a flicker of fear on his friend’s face.

“Is this the part where you tell me you’re possessed by It and you’ve actually brought me here to kill me?” Eddie asked mockingly, the light teasing making the band on Richie’s heart slack slightly. Eddie’s, however, was beating like a drum. “Man, don’t ruin my punchline.” Richie grinned for a moment. “I don’t know how to tell you, and I wish I could make this a moment you deserve, but this is the best I got. A life away from you isn’t living, Eds, and I don’t want to leave you again, ever.” Swiftly, Richie dropped down onto one knee, resting his left palm against the wood of the bridge while Eddie watched him, his right hand beginning to drag the blade over some worn out wood. Stepping to get a better look, Eddie leaned in to see what Richie was doing, using every ounce of self control in his body to think just stay calm and don’t fucking faint. This isn’t what you think it is, this isn’t-

Eddie’s eyes widened as the pieces fell into place. He could see it, a hoary and old carving of ‘R + E’ in the wood, untouched for years, now being traced by the knife in Richie’s shaking hand. The fresh carving made the letters gleam with renewal and passion, seeming to catch the sun at such a perfect angle they could be twinkling stars in the night sky. Fainting was the most likely outcome here, Eddie’s heart hammering so loud in his ears he couldn’t hear anything else, but he somehow clung on to self awareness long enough to stumble backwards, away from Richie.

The sudden and rapid footsteps of Eddie moving away made Richie’s heart drop, craning his head around to see where the other man was fleeing to, dropping the pocketknife. Shit, shit shit. Of course he’d read each and every sign wrong, of course Eddie would never feel the same thing Richie did, of course Pennywise was right , it was a dirty thing and should be a secret for now and ever. But in that moment, Richie didn’t have a choice, as badly as he wished to take those words back there was nothing he could do. Knees as weak as melting snow, Richie somehow forced himself to his feet and began to follow Eddie, certain he could taste his heart in his mouth. It tasted bitter.

“Eddie, wait!”

Richie almost tripped over Eddie as the other man stopped so abruptly, looking around frantically like an animal backed into a corner.

“Eddie, I’m so sorry, I can take it back, pretend I never-.” “Shut up! No, I mean, just wait, I need to find it.”

Richie heard the words but didn’t comprehend the meaning, watching Eddie copy his own movements and drop to one knee, feeling baffled. Sweat was making his skin feel like it was on fire, Richie instinctively pulling up his glasses and adjusting them just to give him something to do with his hands. He really did want to swallow his tongue now, and maybe if he threw himself off the bridge with enough force he could erase everything he’d just done.

“Here!”

Eddie’s voice was like a whistle, it made every part of Richie’s body stand to attention and listen. Turning to look at the crouched man, Richie felt his soul disconnect from his body as Eddie’s hand was suddenly grabbing onto his, pulling Richie down with a surprisingly powerful tug to kneel at Eddie’s level. Eyes fixed on Eddie’s face, Richie swallowed a lump in his throat as he waited, confused and afraid, to see what was about to happen next.

“Right here,” Eddie spoke, much more softly this time, raising his hand and pressing it to the bridge.

Sat opposite Richie’s eyes was a very neat and rather small heart with an ‘R’ in the middle etched into the wood, looking as aged as Richie’s own. His brain stopped working, to put it simply. This was no way happening, God, he did not deserve Eddie and Eddie deserved so much better than him.

“I was so afraid carving this, I was thinking about all the splinters I could get. Or, if I cut myself with the knife, if that could end up giving me sepsis and then how the hell would I explain to my mom that I-.” “Eds, shut up.”

Somehow, somewhere, Richie had dug deep down into a part of himself that made him feel like he could do anything, the part of him that adored Eddie more than anything on the Earth. Slowly, carefully, Richie raised his hand to rest on top of Eddie’s, applying the lightest pressure he could like the man before him was made out of glass.

“You know, it somehow feels really fitting that while confessing your undying love for me, you’d somehow find a way to mention your mom in there.” “Fuck you, trashmouth,” Eddie whispered, a look of pure happiness in his eyes. “Also, you started this, if it was anyone confessing undying love, it was you.”

A moment of silence passed before both men began laughing like they never had before. Each note of their mixing voices quelled all fear and doubt, crashing like ocean waves meeting the shore for the first ever time. A strange, quivering happiness settled in both of their bodies, a mix of relief and embarrassment and love rhythmically beating in time inside both of their chests.

“Holy shit, we’re such losers,” Richie laughed, curling his fingers around Eddie’s. “Yeah, well, losers always stick together, right?”

In that moment, Richie actually felt his cheeks flush, something the man was sure he’d never experienced before. Slightly overwhelmed by everything in that moment, Richie slowly unlocked his fingers from Eddie’s hand and made his way to the carving, beginning to trace the R with his fingertips. He tried to picture it, Eddie venturing here on his own with a cast and a knife, taking so much care to carve out Richie’s initial like a secret never to be told as the golden sun sunk down into the earth behind him. So, maybe they were both awful at not telling secrets, or maybe they were going to be amazing at keeping each other’s.

“Eds, there’s something else I need to tell you, before anything else can happen.” “Of course,” Eddie muttered, his voice full of earnest. “I fucked your mom, it was a one time thing, we both agreed it didn’t mean anything and-.”

With a burst of laughter, Eddie sprang forward on his knees, hands pressing to Richie’s shoulders in order to push the man flat on his back, catching him off guard. Richie let the fall happen, his head resting against the ground, feeling like Eddie’s weight on top of him was just how life was meant to be.

“Shut the fuck up, trashmouth.” “Why don’t you make me?”

The words had left Richie’s mouth before he even realised it, but God, he did not regret running his mouth in that surreal moment. The sun was going down, hanging in the middle of the sky like a glowing orb on a string, almost as if it had been placed exactly there just for them and this moment. The light reflected off Richie's glasses, changing in angle the closer Eddie moved, highlighting the features of the man's face as his head dipped; Richie thought each one was absolute perfection.

And just like that, both began to believe in magic, the kind that fills you with starlight and hope instead of fear and loneliness. Their lips touched, gentle to the point it was fragile, a small sip from the future the two had the chance to build together. But of course, when is a sip ever enough?

Pressure began to melt into Eddie’s back as Richie’s hand swept up towards his shoulder blades, holding on so tightly like this really was all a dream and any second Eddie was going to be gone for real this time. Climbing further, Richie’s hand began to entangle with Eddie’s hair and guide him closer, his other arm wrapping around the man above him. The gesture was gladly returned, Eddie’s own hand cupping Richie’s face so tentatively like the whole world was currently resting in his fingertips. The kiss was everything, both holding on for as long as they could until the need for oxygen beat them both into submission. Eddie pulled back, smirking over how wide eyed and red Richie looked at that moment, his own cheeks just as vibrant.

“Wow, we should do that again sometime.” Richie swallowed, starstruck. “Free tonight, Richie?” Eddie played with the man’s name as he spoke, rolling it out on his tongue like melting chocolate, and God, did that make Richie weak. “You know, I think my evening just opened up, Eds.” Chapter 3: Tozier is in my room. Eddie cheered from his seat with pride as yet another joke had the audience he was mingled with laughing so hard their stomachs hurt. It had been three months since Pennywise had been defeated and Derry left behind, and Eddie nor Richie had ever felt so happy in their lives.

Richie had been absolutely thriving, deciding to go on tour again and this time write all of his own material, delivering jokes night after night that never seemed to get old. Eddie had been to a handful of the shows, loving the way Richie looked up there on stage with a gorgeous smile and a microphone in his hand. As the audience’s chuckling subsided, Richie prepared for another joke. “I was talking to my boyfriend the other day, who by the way is a total hypochondriac- no really, he is. Someone will sneeze in the next room and suddenly everything in a ten mile radius is an infection hazard. I could say, he’s amazing and I can’t believe I’m with him if I wanted to, but really, what I want is to ask something: babe, you can’t handle the thought of drinking out of the same cup as someone, and yet you let someone famous for being known as Trashmouth, give you blowjobs?”

The crowd erupted with laughter once again, people clapping and cheering as Richie grinned so hard his cheeks hurt. He had never, ever gotten tired of saying my boyfriend and he really thought he never would. Richie glanced down into the sea of seats below and caught Eddie’s eye, as well as the rest of the Losers, all given VIP front row seats of course. They did their best to meet up at least one a month now, and tonight, there was no greater pleasure for Richie than seeing the beaming faces of those he loved most laughing along at his jokes. Throughout the evening, Beverly almost spat her drink multiple times, and Mike caught Bill with that look in his eye that seemed to suggest he was already formulating a new character based on Richie’s stage persona. It was wonderful, to say the least.

When the show came to a close, some of the audience still begging for an encore, Eddie and the Losers made their way to the side of the stage to slip around the back and meet Richie. The man had just finished screwing the cap back onto his water bottle while stepping down the stairs when he saw them, Richie’s cheeks flushed pink from the post performance adrenaline. He was greeted with smiles and cheers from his friends, everyone’s hearts glowing with the knowledge that for once, all was well.

“Oh my God!” Richie gasped, walking over to his friends, “are you the famous writer Bill Denbrough? Can I get your autograph?” Bill, rolling his eyes, playfully punched Richie’s shoulder before pulling him into a hug. “You were great tonight, Rich.” “Thanks, man.” Richie smiled, embracing his friend happily.

Moving down the line of Losers, Richie hugged and greeted each of his friends, leaving Eddie till last. For such a loud mouthed man with a stage personality that could take up the whole room, Richie went instantly soft when stood opposite Eddie. “Did you like it?” Richie asked almost sheepishly, looking at his shoes as he waited for his most important critic’s thoughts. “I’ve never been so proud, but I still think you’re an asshole who will be lucky to get a blowjob anytime soon,” Eddie teased, placing a chaste kiss on Richie’s cheek.

Taking Eddie’s hand in his, Richie began to walk with his friends to the exit, all so excited to catch up and hear what had been going on for everyone since the last month they met up. Although they would always be Richie’s friends, walking around with someone doing as well as Richie had its advantages, and the group soon found themselves sitting in a restaurant with free drinks crowding their table. Trading stories and ordering food, it took a matter of moments to fall back into the comfortable community of the Losers’ Club, with the bonus of this time knowing there was no killer clown to fight tomorrow.

“My new place is great, I’ve even been thinking about getting a dog,” Eddie said, filling the rest in on life since moving closer to Richie. “Maybe a pomeranian.” "I have the perfect name," chimed in Richie, a look of innocence on his face. "What?" "Eddie Jr, cause he'll be so small and feisty." "Go fuck yourself, Richie." "See! Takes after you already, Eds."

Eddie glared at his boyfriend, all bark with no bite, his eyes full of too much love to be threatening. The rest of the Losers laughed almost as much as when sitting at Richie’s standup, the atmosphere truly one made in heaven. “Hey, guys,” Ben spoke, raising his bottle. “A toast, to all of us, and those we wish could be here today. I’m really thankful to know you all, and for us all to be this happy.” Ben glanced at Beverly, shy. “And, I’m thankful for all these free drinks,” Ben laughed, tilting his own forward. “To the Losers’ Club.” “To the Losers’ Club!” Everyone said, clinking their bottles and glasses together, unanimously hoping moments like these could be infinite.

Slowly, the evening began to wind down, each Loser departing one after the other. Bill left first, followed by Mike, leaving the four lovebirds time to have a minor double date before Ben and Bev too had to leave. Soon, only Richie and Eddie remained at the table, Richie tracing the rim of his empty glass.

“So, do you come here often?” Richie asked, shooting Eddie a less than subtle look. The man scoffed in response, leaning on his palm as he looked at Richie. “Yeah, actually, great place to meet cute guys.” “That’s awesome, I’m actually new in town, I was wondering if maybe you’d like to show me round?” “Yeah? I could, depends on where you want to go.” “I was thinking maybe your room.” * Eddie’s back hit the bedroom door as both men tumbled inside, Richie’s jacket half hanging off his shoulders and Eddie’s shirt pulled up just to reveal enough skin to make his boyfriend beg to see more. Their lips were pressed together, even something like the world ending not enough to break them apart, Richie’s back arching as the jacket slid to the ground at their feet. Hands now free, the taller man took Eddie’s wrists and pushed them against the door, pinning his boyfriend there and making him melt. Slowly, Richie’s soft lips left a line of kisses from the corner of Eddie’s mouth all the way down to his neck, the nips here and there from Richie’s teeth making Eddie purr.

“You got any idea what I’m about to do to you, Eds?” “If it’s anything less than wreck me, I’m not going to talk to you for a whole week.”

Richie grinned, suddenly scooping his boyfriend up wedding style and carrying Eddie further into the room, kissing him as much as possible while doing so. Reaching the foot of the bed, Richie placed Eddie down gently, about to reach for the man’s shirt before Eddie made a sudden movement. The thing about Eddie was, he was surprisingly strong, and it wasn’t until Richie’s back bumped into the bedroom wall he realised that Eddie was now the one pinning him. Richie’s breath caught in his throat, his lips shining and red as Eddie kissed him hard. It was intoxicating, Richie losing his hands in his lover’s hair as Eddie’s own traced Richie’s thigh before finding their way to his belt buckle. Richie wanted to faint already, part of him always aching for how good it felt to have Eddie’s tongue in his mouth, whining involuntarily when the man pulled away. Eddie licked his lips, hands now popping open Richie’s jeans and belt with a devilishly wicked look in his eyes.

“What are you doing?” Richie asked, chest heaving. “Showing you how much I liked your show, dumb ass.” Eddie got to his knees in such a fluid movement, pulling Richie’s jeans and boxers down as he went. Richie shivered as the air hit his skin, his cock already achingly hard, tension releasing all over his body as his boxers came down, causing his shaft to bop as it pointed towards his navel. Fuck, Eddie hadn’t even started and Richie already wanted to cum. Thanking God he hadn’t taken his glasses off just yet, Richie watched with wide eyes as Eddie smirked up at him, one hand wrapping around the base of Richie’s cock and beginning to pump. Every nerve in the man’s body went on high alert, melting at Eddie’s touch as he watched the man’s mouth in anticipation, knowing he was not above begging if he had to.

Eddie was kind, however, his perfect lips opening up and wrapping around the head, starting to suck roll his tongue back and forth. “Fuck, Eddie, you’re a God at this,” Richie breathed, his eyes rolling as his head tilted back against the wall behind him, his world going white. The man on his knees hummed with satisfaction, opening up his mouth and soon following with his throat, working his tongue down every single inch Richie had to offer. Hands came down to tangle themselves up into Eddie’s hair, Richie tugging to put on the slightest bit of pressure to feel himself hit the back of Eddie’s throat. Nothing compared to that feeling, let alone the sight of Eddie on his knees and eyes fluttered shut, taking everything into his mouth so well like he was made for it.

“God, you’re such a slut and it’s so hot,” Richie praised, loosening up his grip as Eddie began to pull back.

Half opened eyes met Richie’s, the man watching as Eddie’s lips moved away and made such a satisfying pop as they left Richie’s dick. Deciding not to stop there, Eddie gripped the length and began to trace the shape of his own mouth with Richie’s tip, causing strings of pre cum and saliva to string between the cock and Eddie’s lips, wanting to live up to his so highly esteemed slut status Richie boasted about behind closed doors. Just thinking about how much that would turn Richie on, let alone being able to see it in action, was making Eddie painfully hard.

“Jesus Christ, please don’t stop.” The words left Richie’s mouth before he was even aware he’d said them, flushed cheeks and a twitching cock leaving him messy and wanting.

Satisfied with his minor victory, Eddie began to give Richie one of the best handjobs he’d ever received, all while jacking the head of the man’s cock against his own tongue, bobbing and sucking every few moments to draw more moans out of his lover. Eddie’s tongue was magic, licking all the way from Richie’s tip to the bottom of his balls, sucking on them too and almost making Richie’s knees cave. Whether it was because it was Richie’s dick or the guy on his knees was Eddie, Richie couldn’t deny how unreasonably delicious Eddie looked with a cock in his mouth. Working his way back up to the top again, Eddie’s swollen lips curved into a coy smile.

“I like it, when I can hear how much you’re enjoying it,” Eddie spoke softly, shy. “Each and every noise I make is all for you, baby, I fuckin’ promise.”

Richie twisted against the wall as Eddie kept going, taking half the man’s cock back into his mouth and rolling his tongue around the head, jacking off the rest with his palm. Moaning Eddie’s name like they were the last people on Earth, Richie’s stomach knotted up as he felt all that pleasure building up to be too much to handle. Knowing his boyfriend incredibly well, Eddie slowed his movements down before stopping completely, a smirk resting on his shining lips.

“Babe, please-.” “No way, my reward for blowing you is getting to pick where you cum inside,” Eddie said, causing a shiver to run down Richie’s spine. “Jesus Christ, Eds.”

Getting to his feet again, Eddie was sure Richie had never undressed him so quickly the entire time they’d been together. The man’s hands were rough and hungry, nails scratching Eddie’s back as Richie pulled his lover’s shirt off, stripping Eddie down to nothing but boxers within seconds. The favour was returned instantly, Richie shedding the rest of his clothes as Eddie traced the man’s chest with admiration and lust. Surprisingly gentle for the moment they were in, Richie’s hands cupped Eddie’s cheeks and tilted his head back, placing a delicate kiss onto the man’s forehead as Richie traced the scar running over Eddie’s cheek absentmindedly.

“You know I love you so much, right? I’m so happy to be with you, Eddie, I could never love anyone more than how much I love you.” Eddie’s stomach turned over in the best way possible, the outpour of adoring in a moment of lust making him fall in love with Richie all over again. “I love you too, now please fuck the hell out of me.” “Such a dirty mouth, Eds.”

“You should know, right?” The two melted into each other, their kisses so tender as hands explored backs and shoulder blades. Walking Eddie backwards, the two happily became tangled on top of the mattress, Eddie’s head hitting the pillows with his knees up and spread with Richie between them. His turn to tease now, Richie’s fingers traced up and down his lover’s thighs, stopping just short of where Eddie was desperate to be touched. Richie couldn’t help but want to devour the sight before him; Eddie hot and needy while his cock was so hard it was practically fighting to get out of his boxers.

“You want these off?” Richie asked, hooking two fingers into Eddie’s waistband. “More than anything.” “Then play nice, baby.” Eddie’s pupils almost doubled in size, swallowing deeply as he felt his whole body burn for his lover. “Richie, please.” “Good boy.”

Finally removing the piece of clothing, Richie leaned over to Eddie’s bedside table, pulling open the top draw he was very familiar with to pull out his boyfriend’s favourite lube. As Richie did so, the head of his cock brushed over his boyfriend’s hole. Eddie shivered, able to feel the spit left on Richie’s member now dripping down and landing exactly where he wanted it, impatiently fantasising about how good that would feel inside him. The lube popped open, and Eddie happily took a moment to commit the mental image of Richie covering his cock with lube to memory, adding some to his two fingers before throwing the bottle aside.

“Happy and ready?” Richie asked so softly, his eyes meeting Eddie’s and patiently waiting to make sure his lover was consenting and comfortable. “God yes, I’ll even say please again.”

Richie’s heart beat for Eddie, left hand wrapping around Eddie’s shaft while his right began to slowly work the man open. Admittedly, after three months it didn’t take that much time, but there was something extremely special for Richie about being able to curl his fingers up and watch Eddie’s whole body crumple into the bed with ecstasy. Already down passed his knuckles, Richie started to pump his fingers back and forth inside Eddie while his other hand massaged the man’s shaft, Eddie’s shoulders going slack as his back arched, letting out a groan Richie would only ever have the pleasure of hearing. The man now in control went as slow as possible, wanting to drive every nerve in Eddie’s body to the brink, desperate to feel how worked up and sensitive the man was when Richie eventually gave him what he really wanted. Already digging his nails down into the bed, Eddie tensed around Richie’s fingers, mumbling for more and sure if he didn’t have Richie on top of him right that second he would die.

“Please, please, I need it,” Eddie managed to choke out, already finger fucked halfway to heaven. “You need what, baby?” Richie asked, his own voice rasping as he teased. “I need you to fuck me until I can’t walk, that a good enough answer?”

In that moment, Richie had never wanted to touch Eddie so badly in his life. One hand on his cock, Richie guided the head to press against Eddie, the lube making the man barely have to move his hips more than an inch before he started sliding in. Eddie instantly gasped, sounding like a man who hadn’t drunk for a week who just got his first sip of water. Richie felt so thick and satisfying, Eddie arching his back and begging for every single inch as his lover continued to sink so deeply into him. Eddie’s hands wrapped around his lover’s back, while Richie’s own planted themselves either side of Eddie’s head, his muscles tensed perfectly in the low light of the bedroom. Digging his nails down into Richie’s shoulder blades, dragging them the length of Richie’s spine, Eddie practically felt his soul leave his body when Richie finally bottomed out, hitting nerves inside Eddie that were already so overstimulated.

Dipping down, Richie pressed his lips to Eddie’s once again and savoured every moment of how it felt to have Eddie moaning into his mouth the second Richie started to move his hips. The bed rocked in a steady rhythm as the two lovers totally lost themselves in each other, Richie curling one arm around Eddie’s back to hold the man close and never, ever let him go.

“Don’t ever stop,” Eddie breathed, hands gliding up to lace into Richie’s hair, gripping for dear life as he wrapped his thighs around the man’s hips, everything feeling so damn good it almost hurt. “How could I when you feel so good to fuck, baby?” Richie’s words were mumbled into Eddie’s neck, followed by teeth sinking down and sucking to leave a bruise just for fun. Neither cared at this point, the whole world could know and it meant nothing compared to how good Richie felt fucking Eddie so roughly into the mattress the bed might break. “Richie, Richie, make me cum, please.”

Unable to deny such a sweet request, Richie wrapped his hand back around Eddie’s shaft and started to time his thrusts to his hand movements, making sure to hit Eddie in the exact right place with every motion he made. Hips pulled back, Richie left just the tip of his cock inside Eddie before thrusting his whole length back, the warm walls of Eddie tightening up so much whenever Richie did this, the top having no idea if he could hold off cuming first. Messy and heated french kisses made the two men burn up like collapsing stars, Richie’s legs quivering at the feeling of Eddie starting to suck on his tongue. Pulling back suddenly, Eddie’s nails digging down so hard into Richie’s back they could leave bruises, he locked eyes with his lover and moaned like his life depended on it.

“Fuck, right there Richie, please, please, I want to, please.”

This time nipping at Eddie’s collar bones, Richie went as fast and hard as he was able, his hand working overtime to pump Eddie’s cock and give him an orgasm of a lifetime. Having the man squirm and moan under Richie like this was heaven on earth, the man getting caught up in just how good Eddie looked with messy hair and an open, messy mouth. The moans that came out of Eddie were unbelievably dirty, swearing like a sailor as he began to cum, only remembering how to say Richie’s name and nothing else. Richie watched with huge eyes as Eddie lost control, ropes of cum beginning to spill from the head of his dick and drip down Richie’s hand like ice cream. Eddie’s whole body shook as he writhed under Richie, arching his back in such an intense manner the man almost sat up, wrapping his arms around Richie tight as he sung the man’s praises to high heaven.

“If you don’t cum inside me right now I’m going to lose my fucking mind, Richie, I’ll do anything,” Eddie whined, the desperation in his voice spilling over from the sensitivity of his own orgasm making his whole body tremble.

Feeling the passion of the moment overtake them both, Richie suddenly moved position, arms wrapping around Eddie’s thighs as Richie pushed them fully back, panting hot and heavy as Eddie’s knees rested by his head with ease. Richie watched with an open mouth as the new position made Eddie’s whole body spasm, his eyes rolling back as he tried to handle the intense new sensation on top of just having orgasmed. The sight of Eddie like that was more than enough to make Richie succumb to animalistic pleasure, thrusting into his boyfriend as deep as he could as he started to orgasm. Hot pools of cum spilled into Eddie, the feeling of Richie’s load so warm and thick inside him making Eddie wanting to pass out with gratification.

“Like that baby? Want me to fill you up so fuckin’ good?” “Yes, yes, yes, Richie, God yes.”

Neither ever wanted the moment to end, Richie’s hips slowing in rhythm before coming to a stop, sinking down into Eddie’s chest as the two tried to catch their breath for a moment, their bodies a tangled and very satisfied mess. After a moment had passed and the two came back to their bodies long enough for the earth to start spinning again, Richie tenderly pulled back and left Eddie empty, the man already missing the feeling of being full with cum and Richie’s cock, no matter how tired he was in that moment. Rolling over to lie next to Eddie, Richie wrapped his arms around the love of his life and pulled him close to his chest, one arm curled around Eddie’s back and the other gently tracing his chin.

“Hey,” Eddie mumbled quietly, looking absolutely blissed out in that moment. “Hey,” Richie repeated, beginning to leave a flutter of light and soft kisses all over Eddie’s face. “Feeling okay? All good?” “Never better, you’re pretty good in bed y’know,” Eddie purred, curling up into a ball and happily making a home for himself in Richie’s chest. “Love you, Richie.” “Love you too, Eds.” Richie smiled, tilting Eddie’s chin up to kiss his lips tentatively.

Beginning to melt into each other in a totally different way, a voice in the back of Richie’s mind said something about cleaning up before the lube soaked into the sheets, but this sensible thought was easily overpowered by the way Eddie was currently curling around Richie’s body like a cat. Grabbing the sheets, Richie made sure his lover was warm and comfortable, wrapping Eddie up in the blanket before gently running his fingers up and down the man’s spine. Dirty sheets were a problem for tomorrow, right now all Richie wanted was to stay here, with Eddie in his arms and the whole universe spinning for them.

As the minutes slipped by and lights eventually got turned off, the two lovers passed the time exchanging sweet nothings and tender touches, Eddie linking fingers with Richie and kissing each individual knuckle as he began to drift off. Warm, comfortable and safe, Eddie did his best to fight off the pull of sleep in favour of spending five more minutes talking to the man he was so madly in love with. Breathing gently in comfortable silence, Eddie took a moment to memorise everything about Richie’s face, raising one hand and beginning to follow the shape of the man’s jaw. Richie’s own hands rested on Eddie’s hips, following circular patterns and formations as he graced the man’s skin, his brain shutting down whenever he tried to comprehend just how lucky he was.

“I want to spend the rest of my life with you,” Eddie muttered, eyes continuously fluttering to try and stay awake. “Thank God, since you’re pretty much stuck with me and everything,” Richie laughed, his breath hitting the back of Eddie’s hand. “Promise, forever and always. Besides, who am I going to make blowjob jokes about if I don’t have you?” “Go to sleep, asshole.”

Richie chucked, raising his arms as Eddie began to shift in bed. The man started to turn over, taking up the position of the little spoon. Moving together like clockwork, Richie’s arms began to wrap around Eddie in a way that made him feel more safe than any blanket ever could, curling one arm back so Richie could place his hand in Eddie’s hair. Their bodies moved up and down together as Eddie let out a sigh of pure and unfiltered happiness, closing his eyes fully this time as he sunk into Richie’s warmth and security.

“Think we’ll ever get married?” Richie asked, his voice so quiet like the statement was a secret only for Eddie to hear. “What?” Eddie laughed, caught off guard by such an idyllic topic. “I don’t know, Eddie Tozier sounds nice,” Richie admitted, burying his face into Eddie’s neck. “What about Richie Kaspbrak?” Eddie teased, this time causing Richie to laugh. “You know I would, but then imagine all the rebranding I’d have to do, ugh.” Eddie kept laughing, rolling his eyes behind his lids. “Oh I see, Eddie Tozier it is, then.” “So that’s a possible yes?” “Make me breakfast in bed tomorrow and I’ll marry you, totally.” “That’s a deal, Eddie spaghetti.”

The two kept talking for as long as they could, sincere confessions of just how much they loved each other mixed within discussing who exactly would wear the wedding dress. Ever so calmly, sentences turned into dotted words, and dotted words turned into the synchronised breathing of two lovers sleeping in each other’s arms. Richie drifted off thinking about exactly what he could make for Eddie’s breakfast tomorrow, their love blooming unhurried and natural, like flowers opening in late summer that always smelled the sweetest.

They’d spend twenty seven years pining, and now had the rest of forever to discover just exactly how in love with each other they were.

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More than a little girl – Part 4

Summary: After helping Max escaping Manticore once again you must find a way to live a free life. You find yourself thrown into a world you don’t know. It’s not very helpful that Alec insists on staying by your side. The last guy you want close by.

Pairing: Alec x Reader, Max Guevara, Eyes Only (Logan Cale)

Warnings: angst, injured Alec, blood, shot wounds, some arguments, mentions of cage fights, fluff, comforting

More than a little girl Masterlist

“Alec?” You whisper when he breaks the kiss.

“Y/N, you are mine.”

“I don’t want you to own me.” You sniffle.

“No, no…I want to be with you. Can’t describe it. Every time I was with you during the ‘copulation session’ I felt odd. Weak…warm…”

“Weak? I’m making you sick?” With big eyes, you look at Alec while you don’t understand how you can make him sick.

“No…it felt good. I liked it. I feel it right now too. Don’t you feel it?”

“I don’t know. You always picked on me.”

“I tried to get your attention. Don’t you want to be mine?”

“For sex as you found no one better?”

“No, no. For…uh…ya know.” Alec stammers.

The ringing of his phone disturbs your conversation. Face darkened Alec walks out of the room.

“I’m coming around.” He grunts.

“Is everything alright, Alec?”

“Just need to work, an important delivery. We will talk later, okay. Don’t go out alone, it’s still dangerous. Manticore will look for all of us.”

“Okay. I’ll stay here. By the way the feeling…I felt it too.” You whisper.

“Good.” Tilting his head Alec captures your lips in a soft kiss before he leaves the room, your home.

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Hours have passed and Alec still didn’t come back, so you call Logan for help. Telling him your position he sent Max to you to help you find Alec.

“How long is he gone?” Max asks checking your and Alec’s hideout.

“Six hours, Max. He kissed me, then he got a call. Alec said he has an important delivery for Jam Pony.” You stammer.

“What? Why should Alec get a call from my boss? I mean he’s not working for us.”

“But he said he got a job and he has a lot of money since over a week.”

“Damn, I bet he got himself into some serious trouble. Do you have his phone number? Logan can try to trace his phone.”

“Yeah…wait. He gave it to me in case of an emergency. I already called him like ten times. I’m worried.”

“He kissed you, huh?”

“Hmm…Alec said he feels odd close to me.”

“Odd. You mean sick?” Max asks dialing Logan’s number.

“No…a good feeling.” You whisper.

“Hey, Logan. We got a problem. Our favorite X5 is gone missing for over six hours by now. He lied about a job at Jam Pony, I bet he’s in trouble. Can you try to trace his phone so we can find him?” Waiting for Logan’s response Max looks at your worried face.

“We need to find him, Max. I know you don’t like him, but I do like him.” You admit.

“Okay…thank you. No…no…we got this. Just tell me the coordinates. We keep in touch for back-up, if needed. Thanks, Logan.”

“Did he find him?”

“At least the last position of his phone. We better hurry.”

“He said I shall not leave the hideout.” You whisper unsure what to do now.

“Alec is not your boss. We want to find him; four eyes see more than two. Also, you are one hell of a fighter. Now get up from the mattress and wear this. I’ll wait outside.” Max says handling you a catsuit matching hers.

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“Hold tight. My bike is faster than anything, but don’t let go of me.”

“Got it, Max.”

“You really like this idiot, hmm…?”

“He was nice to me…most of the time. I think he tried to protect me, Max.”

“Good. If you like him, I’ll help you save his sassy ass.” Max chuckles starting the engine of her bike.

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“Yeah…we are here. Looks like an old fabric or something. You really think he’s in there Logan?” Max whispers in her phone.

“We should go inside to check it out.” You suggest and Max nods.

“We stick together and sneak in. Maybe he only lost his phone, but I got a bad feeling. Stay close to me. Logan is on his way. He told me something about this place.”

“What did he tell you?”

“Cage Fights. They organize cage fights in these abandoned buildings. We have to be careful, Y/N.”

“Got it.”

Silently following Max, you can see a tall cage standing in the middle of the room. Betting bills lie on the floor, so many betting bills. There’s blood inside the cage, at the iron rods, everywhere. But you can’t see anyone.

“Wait…the phone is a bit farther away according to Logan. Follow me. I hope we find the stupid idiot.” Max whispers and you walk behind her until you hear someone groaning in pain.

Your advanced sight let you see Alec lying bleeding on the floor…there’s so much blood.

“Shit, Maxie. Why did you bring her here?” Alec groans as you run to his side.

“To save your stupid ass, Dick.” Max retorts while you inspect the shot wound at his stomach.

“He got shot, Max. We need to get the bullet out so his body can heal.” You say while you touch his face with shaking hands.

“I told you to stay in the hideout,” Alec mutters enjoying your gentle touch.

“And you said you work for Jam Pony. So, we both lied. Now shut up and let me get the bullet out, Dick!” You mutter and Max chuckles.

“I will check the surroundings and wait for Logan. He can help us transport this idiot.”

“Okay. I’ll use my knife to get the bullet out.” You say and Alec shakes his head.

“You won’t poke with your knife in my wound.”

“Shut up, Alec. You lied, you left me alone only to get shot. What for?”

“I wanted to earn fast money for us.” Alec pants as you carefully open the wound to slide one finger inside. Searching for the bullet you don’t take your eyes off him. “Tried to get a better home for us.”

“Alec…I like our home…”

“But I wanted a safer place for us. You know…like Logan’s home.”

“We are not like Logan, Alec. Don’t do something stupid like this again.”

“It wasn’t stupid. I made a lot of money. I didn’t want to give it away, so the manager of the other fighter tried to get it by force.”

“Why?”

“I should have lost the fight on purpose and refused.”

“Oh…” Finally finding the bullet you look at Max reentering the building. A first aid kit in her hands she nods at you.

“Logan is outside. Fix his wound and we get the hell out of here.” Max mutters.

“Uh, get the bag…I was hiding it over there.” Alec grunts.

“A bag?”

“My money, the money for Y/N and me.”

“Fine. I’ll get it.”

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“The wound starts closing.” You say sitting in the backseat of Logan’s car.

“That’s good. Does he need a hospital?”

“No!” You and Alec say in unison. “Manticore is still after us. They would see the bar code at his neck.”

“Okay. So, your hideout then?”

“Please, and thank you, Logan. Alec would thank you too but he’s too stubborn.” You say and Logan smiles at you.

“I’m not stubborn.” The X5 mutters touching your hand gently.

“You are one stubborn Dick!” You talk back and he grins at you. “If you ever lie to me again I will move into Max’s apartment!”

“No! You can’t leave me…I mean…it’s dangerous out there.”

“I can see that, idiot! Cage fights! Seriously? How stupid can you be?”

“I’m sorry…” He sighs closing his eyes to rest a bit.

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“Don’t move!” You mutter pushing Alec back onto the mattress.

“I’m hungry!”

“I’m almost finished cooking. Stay in bed.” You order.

“I disappear for a few hours and you get bossy,” Alec mutters.

“I’m not bossy, only worried. You left me alone, didn’t answer my calls. I was scared…”

“I’m sorry…” His eyes drift to your sad face and he takes your hand in his. “No more lies promised. We got enough money for a better hideout and for the next weeks. Max offered me a job at Jam Pony, this time for real.”

“Okay, Alec.”

“You are still mine, right?”

“I don’t know…Dick. Maybe I have to rethink my options.”

“Options? No, no…” Grabbing your waist Alec pushes you down onto the mattress. Not caring about his wound, he hovers over your much smaller frame.

“I got options.” You mutter.

“Don’t care…you’re mine.” Claiming your lips, he moves his arms around your back. A hiss leaves his lips and you look at his wound.

“You’re still in pain, Alec. Lie down.”

“Only if you lie down with me.” He mutters.

“Fine.” Resting your head onto his chest you let him hold you against his body.

“Mine…”

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The Sun Went Down. — Richie Tozier

Summary: Days after the fight no one has seen (Y/N) and The Losers start to worry.

Word count: 1,500+

Warning: Angst, angst, angst, death, It mention, blood mention, disappearance.

Sunset (pt. 1)

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Richie looked up at the sky, orange and pink hues were starting to color the once blue space, he sighed, (Y/N) loved sunsets. The snapping of a twig caught his attention, and his eyes noticed Mike’s shoes, his friend smiled at him, though it was more of a pitying smile. Richie smiled back.

“Are you still feeling bad about yourself?”

“Did she told you?”

“She told Bev.”

Richie nodded, of course, (Y/N) wouldn't be talking to everyone about it. But her best friend did told their closest friends.

“I bet y’all have taken her side.”

Mike seated besides him. “There's no sides in this Richie, you messed up real bad.”

“I feel like a piece of-“

“Language.” Mike scolded, Richie shook his head.

“You know what I mean.”

Mike nodded. “Go on.”

“I should have thought twice Mike, if only I had used my friggin’ brain then-“

“None of this would have happened,” Mike completed, the glasses boy nodded. “But it did happen, so what are you going to do?”

“Tell her I'm sorry, but I know it won't change a think, she will never forgive me.”

“We don't know.”

Richie gave his friend a sarcastic look, a ‘seriously?’ one. “Would you forgive someone who cheated on you?”

Mike shrugged, but then he seemed to think about it and shook his head no. “But we don't know if (Y/N) would.”

Richie shook his head. “She's not that dumb, she broke up with me as soon as she knew about it.” A small smile spread on Richie's face at the thought of her. “She is really smart.”

“Then we can't do nothing about it, just wait.” Mike concluded. “Have you seen her, by the way?”

“I think she is avoiding me,” Richie sighed, all traces of the smile in his face gone. “You know, she probably hates me and never wants to see me again. It makes it more difficult to make her know I'm sorry.”

The black boy hummed in response, it was clear he was thinking. “Now that I think of it, i haven't seen her either.”

A silence fell between both of them, it was weird not to see (Y/N) she loved meeting with the club, she would never skip them. She had told Richie many times about how the meetings with the club were the highlight of her day.

Mike stood up from the porch. “I think we should go check if the others have seen her, you know with the disappearances by It…” the boy trailed of, Richie jumped from his place, he hadn't thought of that.

One Loser.

Then another.

And another.

None of the integrants of The Losers Club had seen (Y/N) in several days, not a single one of them and as the list grew shorter, Richie's worry grew bigger each time.

Knock knock knock.

The entire club waited outside her door, Richie could feel his heart beating like crazy. When the knob moved he halfway expected her to be the one inside, he expected to see her. Mrs (Y/L/N) appeared on the doorway, she smiled when she recognized the faces of her daughter’s friends.

“Hello guys.”

“Mrs (Y/L/N), is (Y/N) here?” Bill asked, the woman's gaze fell on him.

“I thought she was with you guys, she told me you would all go to the Barrens.”

The group of kids looked at each other, they shared a horrified look.

“What happen? Is my girl going to be..?”

Before the woman could finish her sentence the whole group of kids rushed to their bikes, they jumped in and started pedaling away, begging that they wouldn't be too late. None of them cared as they threw their bikes on the dirt, none of it mattered when their friend could be in danger.

Stan was the one who spotted her first, a soft ‘oh no’ left his lips. When Richie heard it his nerves went crazy, what had Stan seen? His eyes fell on her figure, she was sitting on the water, head hung low, like she hadn't noticed their arrival.

And then he saw it.

Around her was a big red stain, and as the water touched her it turned red. She had a large cut on her stomach, side to side.

His eyes widened behind his glasses, his heart thumping with such force he couldn't think straight. They were late.

“Go get help,” he muttered, and finally the others caught sight of what he was seeing. “Go get help right now!”

The Losers turned to their bikes as fast as they could, Eddie staying behind, looking desperately through his fanny pack in search of anything even remotely useful to stop her bleeding, maybe he still had something left of what they had used with Ben when Henry and his goons attacked him.

Richie rushed towards her, he felt Eddie’s presence close behind him, but he couldn't take his eyes from the girl. (Y/N) didn't even seem to notice him standing there, in front of her. Richie seated in front of her, taking her shoulders and squeezing them, she didn't move, but now, at her height, he noticed her eyes were open, staring blankly into space.

“Hey, (Y/N/N)” Richie said, shaking her shoulders ever so slightly in hopes of taking her out of her trance. He felt a tear go down his face. “(Y/N) it's me, Richie.”

Eddie was about to put his hand on Richie's shoulder, he was about to tell him there was no hope, that it was useless, when she blinked, and as her eyes adjusted to the light she realized who was in front of her.

He was a mess. His hair was wild and greasy, his glasses crooked and he had tears streaming down his face. He seemed almost desperate. “Rich?” She reached out to touch his cheek, but she felt weak, so her hand didn't stay there more than a second. She looked at his tears with worry, why was he crying?

“Yes (Y/N/N) is me, it's me, don't worry.” The boy sobbed out.

“Why are you crying?”

He seemed to ignore her question. “You need to get out of the water, can you do that for me?”

She nodded, but her legs didn't seem to respond. She whimpered, a slight pain flashed on her stomach. She felt the water. “What's going on? Are you okay?”

The boy nodded, still the tears running down his cheeks did nothing to convince her. “I'm okay but I need you to go out of the water so we can help you.”

“Help me?” She tried again, this time the pain was sharper. (Y/N) looked down at her injury.

Confusion passed through her eyes. Then realization did. The memories came flooding back at her, fright swelled in her stomach, she was going to die. Tears flooded her eyes and soon they were running down her cheeks. Sirens could be heard in the distance.

“Why did you leave me?” She asked, “if you'd been there you could have stopped it, you could have killed It.”

“I'm sorry.” Richie hugged her, and she whimpered from the pain of changing position.“I'm so sorry.”

A beat. She did not hug back.

Richie stayed silent, looking for any signal of a breathing, even if it was a small one.

“No.” He muttered, breaking the one sided hug to see her face. She had her eyes closed. Richie's eyes widened, the same word falling from his lips over and over again.

They sirens were so close he swore he could reach out and touch them.

“No! Please.” The boy begged, shaking her. “Please (Y/N) the help is close, please, don't leave me.”

Eddie placed his hand of Richie's shoulder, he didn't move him away. Richie hugged her body tightly, she was getting cold, he noticed and that just made him cry harder.

“Please (Y/N), please wake up.” His voice broke, the ‘no’s a mere heartbroken murmur.

They took her away, police officers and paramedics, though they shared that look, the one that said that they weren't taking her to her own hospital room but rather to a cold metal table and then,

To a grave.

A small 13 year old girl, dead, at the hands of some crazy kidnapper according to the adults.

Dead at the claws of a child eating clown who didn't even eat her, maybe because she wasn't scared.

Richie sat there on his own, his surroundings were full of noise, but somehow he couldn't listen at all. His friends tried to talk to him, to convince him to leave, but their voices were muffled.

He looked at the sky, the last rays of sunshine where starting to disappear, he remembered her, her smile whenever she saw a new sunset everyday, how she would beam whenever the color on the horizon grew warmer, how she would point out the stars that were just beginning to show up.

Then he remembered her face lightened only by those rays in their last date.

And he cried, he cried again and again until his eyes could no more and his lungs begged for a full breath of air.

Because she loved sunsets and she had yet to see at least a million more.

But Pennywise had other plans.

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Homework #9

1. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fkVeKwRufCI This is a video of a man being killed by someone driving, the boy just got a brand new car the day before and wanted to go racing with a friend and ended up killing someone. This is a spoiled sport because he just got the car now he doesn't have one and someone is now dead.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uzEalzjQQuU Graduation day a girl is walking in heels and falls as she is walking onto the field. The good this was that its her graduation but the spoil part was she had on shews she really couldn't walk in which made her

fallhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PAdsSm-H26g A man loses a bet and has to get breast implants and wear them for a year. The good thing that came out of it was if he kept the implants on for a year he would get 000,000 which he did. The spoiled part was losing the bed and having to actually have breast implants.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=blLUp_1KSh8 A man makes a bet on he life saving and bets it all, then after he makes the bed he loses all of his life saving. The good thing was he was able to gamble that much money but the spoiled parent was losing his life savings over gambling.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jX3Bu_P2GWE At a basketball game two teams had 100 points in the 4th quarter and the other team shot a two pointer at the buzzer which broke the tie and they won the game. The good thing is they won but the spoil point part is the other team lost the game by a couple of seconds.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fF6FW_1_GCEa 3 year old got hot water split on her at a convenient store, it was a complete accident but the little girl was in pain. The good thing is that it was an accident and her mother was there to protect her. The spoiled part is she could have burned scars on her for a long time.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0m1qhMNJpc0 a baseball team gets in a huge fight almost everyone from each team is fighting and it's uncontrollable. The good thing is the audience, coaches, and maybe parents were able to stop the fight. The spoil point part was that there was a fight in the first place.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1TlLcrNG9HA A hit and run happened on a freeway, two broke riders were on the freeway together, going fairly fast and swerving into different lanes. As they swerved in this lane they hit each other and one of the bike riders fell off and hit the ground in the underpass and died. The good thing … Well nothing good came out of this situation and the spoiled part is the other bike rider continued to drive off while the person they were with is now dead.

2 I would say only a couple of spoiled predictions would apply to my project such as the spilling the hot water, a robot could malfunction and spill anything in the kitchen or on the customers. The wrecks anyone can have a wreck into the building outside. The fight with the baseball team, a fight can happen anywhere and anytime. Lastly losing a bet a consumer can make a bet on something with a friend and can lose the bet and have to buy them dinner or wear a funny outfit in the restaurant.

3. I am going to do my topic on my project which is on technology taking over the restaurant industry.

In 5yrs: most restaurants will begin to give in to using more technology

10yrs: almost all restaurants will e ran by technology will minimum humans working

20yrs: no humans working in restaurants all all, everything is ran by and controlled by technology

100yrs:almo all restaurants and by technology

1,000yrs: all restaurants will be completely ran by technology and millions of years: technology will slowly begin to take over more jobs human has to keep the robots running.

4. So this is basically about creating technology that is smarter than human beings, and prediction that this could happen within the next 30 years. Technology is moving so fast that this almost cant be prevented, and technology will soon be smarter than humans, and this creates a huge argument because lots of people don't think this will happen. The only way it could happen if humans became extinct which means technology wont continue because man made all technology. I personally think that this will never happen because as long as there's humans living there's no way for some robots to be smarter than humans because humans created the robot/ at technology project. Singularity is the next new thing and there's other ways it can be used in a good way such as helps solve problems, help humans with designing programs, machines etc. to work as a team and not fight against each other by working with the computer and humans to make the world and create new upcoming ideas.

5 The last part to my project is a continuation of two paragraph of my story.

Even though he has always dreamed to see the day of technology being used in the real world and helping people, making it easier to get the day to day things such such as cleaning, pumping gas, cooking, or even just keeping humans organized, he never expected it to get to a point where people will lost their jobs. Could possible be homeless or even not being able to find a new job because all of the jobs would be taken by technology. As he continues to finish his lunch he keeps looking up more news stories and begins to think that this could really be bad for restaurant workers.

As they agree to come to town he waits and then thinks … if technology is taking over the restaurants then what if technology begins to take over in the stores, car lots, schools, etc. Then his family walks in the door. He greets them and shows them around. They are amazed, given they really don’t come into town a lot and they rarely come out to eat. This was almost a culture shock to them. Seeing pretty much everything being rain by technology no servers, cooks, hostess, or bus boys. Sonic then walks up to a machine that looks like a mirror but it has the menu on the screen and you choose what you want to order and you can pay with either cash or card using that machine as well. So once they did that they all waited to get their meal, you can see across the counter where the robots are cooking a prepared meal and it looks really cool. Sonic’s parents were amazing and impressed, they got their meal no later than 5 minutes, went to one of the tables and began to eat. All of a sudden a loud ringing noise came from the back of the restaurant everyone pretended as if they didn't hear it so Sonic then walked over towards the ringing noise and then ...

6 Outline

Every paragraph of the story will have its own PowerPoint with images describing what's going on throughout the story. So as in reading the story I will go back and forth on the PowerPoint

1 a photo of where Sonic lives and what Seven looks like

2 The things he likes to research

3 What the restaurant looks like

4 dialog

5 a screen where you can order food b yourself and can pay as well

6 what all the robots could do

7 pictures of the restaurant

8 Sonic eating with his parents along with a ringing noise in the background

9 Sonic waking up from his dream

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Mike & Co story arc: part 1

This is going to be a 5-parter? Maybe? Something like that. Nowhere near as long as Hildur and Pierce’s storyline, but still decently extended. The episodes will move among different characters’ POV, and Mike, Jason, Colby, Ash, and Hannah will all be included. There will be a little bit of illness/emeto, but it’s going to be mainly plot.

WARNING FOR EATING DISORDER CONTENT. It kind of features in this part, but it’s going to be vague and kind of glossed over throughout because it’s not the main focus of this arc, but it’s definitely a thing that affects all of these charas, whether directly or indirectly.

Also, a warning for an obscene amount of cursing. This girl is by far my most foul-mouthed character.

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Everything’s fine. Everything is completely and totally fine. Her grades are good. She’s not being forced to go home for spring break. There’s plenty of new stuff to watch on Netflix. So why Mike goes into the 7-11 and buys out a display of Hostess Cupcakes is beyond her. Nothing’s weighing on her mind. She hasn’t been in a fight. The urge just hits like a ton of bricks and she’s suddenly powerless.

She hasn’t done this in months, and maybe that’s why she’s so out of practice in saying no to herself. Mike holds the plastic shopping bag in the crook of her elbow and swallows the first cupcake in two bites. She reaches in for another, and self-hatred flares up in her ribcage. That feeling’s more familiar.

Mike finishes the sweets by the time she finishes the walk to the campus. She crumples the shopping bag and lobs it into the trash outside the humanities building, then shoves inside. It’s after five on a Friday, so the hallways are deserted. That’s a good thing.

Mike pauses to take a long drink from the water fountain, then ducks into the bathroom to get down to business. She feels weird and shaky and a little guilty to be doing this again after being clean for so long. But post-purge guilt still beats holding onto the calories.

It’s like riding a bike; the technique comes back quickly, and Mike’s at the sink washing up within minutes. Her eyes are read and teary, and they’ll probably stay that way for half an hour or so. At least she’s on a college campus, so she can blame smoking pot.

She dries her hands with a paper towel, then uses it to wipe her mouth. Now that the deed’s done, she’s exhausted. The tremor she felt earlier has crept permanently into arms and legs, and she knows it won’t go away until she falls asleep or eats something for real. And that’s definitely not going to happen any time soon.

Mike wants to go home. There’s no reason to loiter around campus anymore; her classes are all done for break. She can practically hear her bed calling from across town. Some music, some TV. Maybe a little ibuprofen/Unisom cocktail. That sounds nice.

But Jason and Colby are probably home. They are more often than not, and it’s way too early for them to have retired to the bedroom. They’re probably sitting at the kitchen table right now, wondering where the fuck she is, because that’s all they seem to do. If she wants them to stay out of her business, she can’t go home yet.

Mike considers sending out an exploratory text message, a simple hey what are you doing? But if anything’s going to get her caught, it’s that. She never initiates contact.

Mike shoves her phone deep into her pocket and starts a circuit around the campus. If she goes out behind the Humanities building and walks the paved loop around most of the main thoroughfare, she’ll kill an hour and another couple hundred calories. Mike wraps her arms around her midsection and slaps her feet hard against the sidewalk.

She wishes she could refocus, just snap her fingers and immediately place some other fixation in her brain, at least temporarily. Bile and chocolate still coat her back teeth, and Mike isn’t sure if she’s disgusted or thrilled. She wishes she had a cigarette. But it’s cold and windy out, and it probably wouldn’t stay lit anyway. Just like she can’t stay normal.

“Why’d you do that?” Mike spits under her breath. “Why’d you fucking do that?”

She can’t come up with a good answer. She just felt like it. She gave in. She fucked up.

If she was talking to Colby, he’d say it was ok. It’s ok to fuck up and have a setback. She can just try to do better tomorrow.

Mike guesses she can. But it doesn’t make her any less stupid today.

Jason would tell it like it is. He’d give Mike a good disappointed head-shake and tell her to go fuck herself. Or just eat food like a normal person and not throw it back up.

Then she’d ask him how he knew what normal people did. The possibility of an argument would be too good to resist.

“You don’t know what normal people do either,” Mike huffs to herself. “Not everybody thrives on conflict like you, bitch.”

She would’ve clocked herself in the face with that comment if the choice had been anywhere near logical. The desire to hit something is rising fast. There’s a dilapidated storage shed coming up a few feet off the path, and Mike steps onto the soggy grass and slams her fist into the dented door. It produces a hollow sound, and the whole shack seems to shudder even though the punch is weak.

Something perks up in Mike’s brain as adrenaline starts to flow, and she hits the door again. She assumes a sloppy boxing stance and jabs right and left and right again. Her knuckles start to hurt, and somehow that makes her laugh. She switches to battering the door with the heel of her hand. It creaks as if it’s going to give way under Mike’s meager strength, and in her mind, it’s fucking hilarious.

If she manages to break down the door, is there going to be some kind of junker lawn mower inside? Mike’s suddenly keen to find out. The pseudo-boxing match is making her tired, so she readjusts and rams the door with her shoulder. Pain lances down her arm and across her back. She’s too bony to throw her weight around without hurting herself. But it doesn’t keep her from trying again.

Mike backs up a foot or so and throws her hip and elbow into the shed. She feels something give way, and she knows she’ll only need to smack the thing another couple more times to force the door open. She takes a second to catch her breath and swallow bitter saliva before she puts her back into it again.

“Hey! What are you doing? That’s university property!”

Mike looks over her shoulder to see two campus police officers hurrying toward her. “Fuck,” she mumbles. She should run for it. But she’s so close to forcing the shed open. She doesn’t want to stop. She can’t stop.

Mike butts the side of her body into the door one more time, and the latch breaks off the door with a crunch. She falls sideways as the door swings open under her, but before she hits the ground, one of the officers has his hand wrapped around her arm. “What do you think you’re doing?” he barks.

She got the door open, but it’s not like it proved anything. Now she’s stuck here with two cops, and she might have been committing a crime. She has a feeling explaining the truth is going to get her nowhere. I had to do something to distract myself from the fact that I’d just broken a 4-month clean streak from my eating disorder probably isn’t going to hold water with the police. Like she’d willingly speak those words anyway.

So she does the next worst thing she can think of. Mike draws her free arm back and aims a punch at the officer’s jaw.

“Whoa, calm down,” the other cop says, moving his hands in a shushing motion. “We just want to talk to you.”

“Well, I don’t want to talk to you,” Mike grunts. She manages to get her feet under her. The officer holding her arm doesn’t have much on her in height, but he’s heavy. His belt and tucked-in shirt hold a substantial beer gut. She bets he hits the Hostess cupcakes pretty hard too. Mike can barely look at him without being disgusted. She gathers her remaining strength and socks him in the stomach.

“Ma’am, I need you to put both hands up.” The fat officer tries to manhandle her around to face the shed’s outer wall.

“Let me go,” Mike grunts. “Don’t touch me.” She continues to struggle.

“We just wanted to have a chat,” the other cop says, reaching for Mike’s flailing hand. He has red hair like Ash, and the thought of her old friend makes her want to knock him to the ground. She doesn’t have a reason to hate this officer. She doesn’t have a reason to hate Ash, either. But the violent feelings don’t stop coming.

“Don’t fucking touch me.” Mike thrashes her body, and the fat cop’s arm comes around her waist. He isn’t holding her tightly, but panic strobes in her brain, and she feels sick. She wants to run.

“You want to get booked for resisting arrest?” The red-headed officer asks.

“I don’t want anything to do with anything,” Mike spits. Her head is growing foggy. The peeling paint on the outside of the shed blurs before her eyes. One ear is about ten times heavier than the other, and she tilts badly to one side.

“Stand up straight. Put your hands behind your head,” The fat cop says. “This is the last time I’m gonna ask.”

Mike might’ve complied. Or maybe she wouldn’t’ve. She doesn’t get the chance to decide, though, because vertigo suddenly takes precedence, and she doubles over to retch against the wall.

“Hey, alright.” The fat cop lets go of Mike’s stomach and grips her by the back of her shirt instead. “This for real or are you just playing?”

Mike gags and manages to choke, “I’m fine. Leave me alone.” She takes one stumbling step away from the officers and almost falls. She claws at the side of the shed to hold herself upright.

“Let’s go somewhere we can talk. You can sit down, cool off a little,” the red-head offers. He puts his hand on Mike’s shoulder in a way that’s half-comforting and half-threatening. She jerks away and covers her mouth with her hand. She throws up anyway, and it’s mostly chocolate mixed with some snot and bile.

“Fuck.” She thought she’d gotten it all back up.

“Ma’am?”

“Shut the fuck up. I’m not going with you!” The force of shouting makes Mike lightheaded, and she stumbles again.

“Are you going to faint?” The cops look at each other.

“Just leave me alone,” Mike mumbles. The words are getting harder to form. Her vision swirls, and it only makes the dizziness worse.

“We’re gonna get you some medical attention, ok?” The fat cop puts his arm around her waist while the other one talks into a walkie-talkie. Mike catches the wordambulance.

“Don’t take me…” she chokes out. They can’t take her to the hospital. They can’t. She won’t stand for it. She’ll run away. She’ll let Jason drive her home. “Call my brother.”

“We’ll call him when we get to the ER,” the red-headed officer reassures. “They’ll help you out with whatever’s going on or whatever you took. Then we’ll get in touch with your family…”

Mike wants to burst out laughing again. They think she’s high. She wishes she was high. But she’s already out of her mind and her eyes are red, so there’s probably little difference.

“Fuck you. I’m alright.” Mike makes one more effort to get away. She’ll escape the fat cop’s partial embrace and run.

But she can’t even get on her feet. Mike lists sideways and everything goes dark.

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MO ASTOR- CHAPTER 28

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Mo-Astor Chapter 28

Chibs

“How’s married life treating you?” Tig asks.

I turn to him and narrow my eyes. It can be hard to decipher how he means something by tone, but we’re close enough for me to read his mannerisms. His eyes are steady, and his facial expression is serious for once.

“Damn good, and you know it.”

He grins. “Yeah, I did. Wanted to hear it from your own mouth though. Not many of us get a shot at the real deal. I watched the two of you dance around each other for years. I wasn’t surprised really when you came out with your relationship. Hell, I would’ve taken a crack at her if I didn’t know where both your hearts lied.

I smile. He never misses a beat, even if he keeps it to himself. “And you weren’t going to clue me in?”

“Nah, you weren’t ready. Wouldn’t do me any good to tell you what you weren’t open to hearing. It’s funny you and the little prince all paired up and making actual homes and families. Clubs moving into the next generation.”

The wistful tone of his voice surprises me. He’s one of the many that love the life we live.

“You looking to settle down?” I ask, surprised by his seemingly sudden change of heart

“If I had a chance to do it again, right… maybe.” His face ripples like a disturbed pond and the ever-present grin returns. “Besides I got a wife by proxy now.” he pats me on the back, and I shake my head as I chuckle. “Aye.”

“She knew that before you two married right? No way is she breaking up my bromance.” He wraps an arm around my shoulder, and I laugh. Things are never dull with ole Tiggy around.

“Pretty sure she understood that since she hasn’t broken her foot off in your arse when you call her wifey.”

He throws his head back and laughs. “Oh, she’s rubbing off on you big time, Scottie.”

“Can’t say I mind it.”

“Yeah, I bet you aren’t, seeing as how it’s not the only thing she’s doing on you.”

I can’t help but stand a bit taller and smile when he says it. She’s all mine. My lovely lass to spoil and care for until I take my last breath. It’s more than I dared hope for or deserve.

“It must be good since you aren’t biting my head off.”

“For what? I’m not ashamed of anything we do. I’m well aware of how much of a lucky fuck I am.”

“That’s my Chibby.” He kisses my cheek, and I laugh as I finish my cigarette. I been cutting down since I got serious with Journee. I have a young lass to keep my health and other things up for.

I toss the butt on the ground and grind the dying embers out with my steel toe just in case.

“Ye let Wifey catch a hint of that change of heart, and she’ll be playing matchmaker.”

He turns thoughtful again. “Maybe one day I’ll let her.”

“Do I even want to know?” Clay asks as he joins us outside, effectively sending this softer side of Tig into hiding.

“I was asking him about married life.”

“Ahh. So what’s the verdict Chibby? She worth wearing the ole ball and chain for?”

“Always,” I say putting enough edge in my voice to be let him know I won’t be talking shit about my old lady while remaining respectful to his position. Some of the brothers treat their women worse than they do the crow eaters. I could never wrap me head around it personally. Why marry at all if it isn’t for love?

“Huh. Give it a few years until the new wears off,” Clay mumbles.

I grunt. “Can’t see it ever wearing.”

“Must be different when your wife is young, shiny and new. You married well. Between Gem and Happy, I never thought the poor girl would be claimed.”

“Guess it just took the right man.”

He eyes me with a narrowed gaze. I tense, unsure what he’s after. “Good answers.” He pats my shoulder and squeezes, and I feel a breath I didn’t know I was holding release. He was testing me. She’d lived under his roof for a spell and held the moniker Teller. Hearing him talk about her so callously would’ve made me reconsider the way I viewed my President. Testing, however, is something I’m very used to.

“You’ve got nothing to worry about from me, Clay. Journee is the only woman I even see.”

“Make sure it stays that way, or there’ll be hell to pay from more than one person around here,” he mumbles.

I smirk. It’s nice knowing my club has my old ladies back. “I keen it when I started a relationship with her. Gem and Jackie boy were both pretty vocal.”

“They would be,” Clay mumbles as he lights up his cigar. “I like to keep a happy home and a cohesive club. So you got to watch your step.”

“I think he’s got it handled. Chibs is a smooth motherfucker,” Tig says patting my back.

Clay nods his head. “Keep it that way? Happy wife, happy life.”

“Got it.”

It’s new territory in the club, this intermarrying. There aren’t many daughters still in good standing with their fathers around here, and Lee nor Journee have brought home local boys they were serious about. Lee was with Kick for some time, but his affiliation with the Grim Bastards always kept us well aware of the boundaries we could and couldn’t cross unprovoked. Not that he ever gave us a reason. The boy was as laid back as they come in the life. Part of me wonder why they never worked out, and the other is just happy they didn’t because Jax needs her to remain grounded. I’ve watched him struggle to keep his head above water. He’s tough in a lot of ways, but emotionally, he’s always needed an anchor.

Journee’s always taken some of that burden onto herself. It’s what siblings do, but it’s never the same as having a significant other who could hold you down. Lee in her role as bestfriend went a long way, but it was no contest to them now.

They’d have their growing pains, but I got a gut feeling this is exactly as it should be. She was always meant to be the queen. We could see it in everything Gem set up and said. She’s a master chess player, moving pieces around on the board. It makes her a bit terrifying to have as a mother-in-law.

“Alright, I’m going in. I got two more cars to finish before I can call it a day, and I don’t want to to be here any longer than I need to.”

“So cute, still in that honeymoon stage,” Tig drawls. I flip him off as I walk back inside, but I don’t deny it.

***

I open the door with Juice trailing behind me and I hide a smile. We’ve all settled into a routine I like. I never thought I’d have a family again in the traditional sense, and having the man-child I’ve always seen as a son under the same roof as my wife is everything. The smell of fresh bread and something mouthwatering fills my nostrils. She’s arranged her schedule, so she’s home by the time we get there more days than not, or makes a meal in the slow cooker. I’m fast forgetting the days of fast food, shitty crow cooking, and cold beds.

“Lass, something smells good.” I hang my cut on the hooks she’s set up for me and Juicy and walk through the living room to the kitchen where I find her and Opie’s daughter, Ellie.

“Ellie girl,” I say cheerfully.

She looks up at me and offers a small smile. “Hi, Uncle Chibs.” Donna is damn particular about who she allows the kids to be around. After Opie went in, most contact with the club stopped unless Gemma forced it. She allowed Journee and Lee to stay close, but I think Piney and Opie himself had something to do with that. As the children’s Godmothers, their bonds went deeper than the club.

“Baby boy has soccer games, so me and Ms. Ellie hung out and made dinner.”

Ellie nods happily.

“Whatever it is you’re making, it smells delicious girls. We’ll just wash up before dinner.”

“Is Juice here?” Ellie asks cheerfully. I hide my laughter. He’s a favorite with ladies of all ages.

“Hey Ell,” Juice says coming over to hug Journee and Ellie who blushes.

“Hi, Juice,” She says quietly.

“How’ve you been?”

“Good.”

“Better than good, tell them what you did last week,” Journee says. gently nudging her to open up.

“I got the lead role in the school play. I’m going to be Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz,” she says.

“Did you hear that? My niece is a star!” Journee says enthusiastically.

Ellie blushes. “It’s just a school play.”

“Oh no, you’re not downplaying this. That’s awesome.”

“Aye, she’s right, love. That’s brilliant. Congratulations on the role.” She’s so much like her father, tall for her age and quiet until she has something to say.

“Ma, what are we having anyways?” Juice asks.

She laughs. “Irish Beef Stew and Soda Bread.”

I moan. “I’m going to have to start running if you keep feeding me so well.” I lean in and steal a kiss, careful to keep it chaste in front of Ellie. Last thing I want to do is set Donna off about what she thinks is inappropriate behavior around a child. Once Opie went in she went into helicopter parent mode. I understand why, but it made her seem almost shrewish and uptight. It was such a departure from the woman she once was it saddened me to see.

“Can you set the table for six?” Journee asks.

“Lee and Jax coming over?” I ask.

“Yeap.”

“Alright.” It’s a pretty regular occurrence we eat at their house, or they come to ours. I think the girls are still trying to make up for the two-week separation. I don’t mind. We always have more to eat than we need. My little lass cooks for many. Can’t blame her the way Happy and Tig drop in. I get the feeling my best friend is lonely these days. With no Juice around to amuse him or me to shoot the shit with. I got to tell her about his moment of seriousness. Being Lee’s best friend, she gets Tig more than most. He’s been a surrogate Uncle. Albeit a pervy one.

I move through the bathroom and switch over to jeans and a black t-shirt.

“Hey, I think this is yours,” Juice says from the doorway. I spot the letter in his hand.

“Why would you be getting mail for me?”

“Well, I don’t’ know any Padraic in Ireland.”

I grin and hurry over. “This is from me nephew.”

“I figured seeing a how he has the same last name and all.”

I quickly open the letter, and my heart nearly stops at the site of the feminine handwriting. It’s from me Keri. My vision wavers and my knees go weak. I lean against the doorframe as I try to catch my bearings.

“Ma.”

I can hear Juicy beside me, but I’m unable to focus. I’m half afraid to look at the letter. What if she’s cursing me out for all the things I did wrong? I’m not sure I could stand to read that.

“Filip?”

I glance up into worried brown irises.

“It’s from Kerianne.” My hand trembles slightly.

She takes the letter from me and opens it up. Her eyes quickly scan the letter, and she smiles before she hands it over to me.

“Why don’t you take this to your chair in the living room? We’ll get the rest of dinner ready, okay?”

I trust her judgment. I nod, unable to speak around the lump damn near choking me.

“Why don’t you get your Da a glass of whiskey Juan Carlos,” Journee says in that sweet voice, that helps ease my fear. I don’t’ care about much in this world, but my daughter is my heartbeat. I don’t remember the walk to the chair, suddenly, I’m simply there and plopping down onto the gray lazy boy with a plaid blanket tossed across the back. Journee keeps it frosty to combat the heat. I pull the blanket over my lap and unfold the paper I swear holds a light floral scent, even after it’s trip across the ocean.

Da,

I’m really not sure what to say. After being denied contact, it’s so odd to write this, and know you’ll read it. I have so many questions. Do you like America? What do you do? Do you think about me? You said you did, but the way Mom talked…I always thought you never looked back.

I growl. Fucking, Fiona. Next time out paths crossed we’d have words. Two more years until my she hits eighteen, goes to Uni, and I gain more freedom.

I’ve wondered about you often. I know I have your eyes and Mom says your temperament. She’s quick to anger, and you have a slow burn, she said. I’ve never met Aunt Greer, but I see Padraic often. We’re pretty close. He makes me laugh, and Mom and him will actually allow me to go places with him. Paddy says your wife is nice, Journee. I saw a picture. She’s very beautiful.

Her words make my heart sing. There’s nothing I want more in the world than for the two of them to get along.

Do you think she’ll like me? I know you said I might be able to visit… what will she think? I know she’s really young, and mom says. Well. Stepmothers are the villains in books for a reason.

No, KerriAnne, no one wants you here more than your stepmother. I’m mentally writing a response as I continue to devour her words. She writes for the school’s newspaper, belongs to the Spanish club, and works for the stage crew. She enjoys drama but has no desire to be on stage. Her favorite color is sky blue, and she loved the dress we picked out for her. I close my eyes and hold the paper tight. Every detail she’s given me brings me closer to her. The saying better late than never rings in my head. I’ll take this second chance and make it work.

“You look like you need this.” I glance over and find Juicy holding out a glass of Jamison.

“Thank ye, lad.”

“Everything okay?”

“Aye. The letter took me by surprise. It was from me daughter. We’re back in contact through ma nephew.”

“Oh.”

“I’m sure he used your name to make sure Jimmy didn’t have a reason to suspect anything.”

“Oh, that’s cool. You know I’m happy to help any way I can.”

“That I do. You’re a good lad.”

I’ll never stop missing Kerianne, or regretting the time we’ve missed out on, but I have something here I won't’ take for granted.

***

“Tonight was fun. I like it when we all get together,” Journee says. I blink to ease my straining eyes and set the Stephen King book on my nightstand. I focus on my wife and my jaw drops. She’s in a soft pink camisole with flowers and a deep V, that has her full breasts nearly spilling free.

“Filip, I keep telling you to get your eyes checked.”

“I see just fine. Come here.”

She tilts her head and shakes her head coyly. “No, tonight is for you.” She walks over and climbs onto the bed, straddling my legs. “Daddy had a rough night, didn’t he?”

I nod, unable to resist the spell she’s weaving. It’s rare when she takes the lead like this. She’s still finding herself, and I’ll be damned If I do anything to discourage that. She massages my shoulders, and I lean back into the bed, watching her full lips as she comes closer. I trace her lips, and she opens taking me inside her mint flavored mouth. Our tongues tangle, and she circles her hips, grinding into me. My cock twitches and comes to life hardening as it stains to escape my boxers and get inside her heat. She takes a shaky breath. Her eyes are nearly black with passion.

She leans her head back, and I’m mesmerized by the sensual picture she presents. Her lips are parted, and her face is a work of art painted with passion.

“Ye’re so beautiful, Mo astor,” I whisper.

Her lips tilt upward. “You make me feel that way.” She tugs my shirt up, and we work it over my head. It lands on the floor with a whisper of sound. Her nails rake down my chest.

“Jaysus.” She bends down and nips at my stiff nipple , circling the other with her nail. I never even knew this turned me on. She takes her time, sucking, pinching, and teasing me as she slowly works her way down my body. My cock is at attention when she reaches the waist band of my boxers. Her eyes sparkle as she looks up and slides her hand under my waist band.

I lift my hips, working with her as she strokes me fast, and grips me tight. She bends down and circles my slit with the tip of her tongue. The muscles in my belly clench. She takes me deep, and I fight the urge to slam up and fuck her mouth. She hums and meets my gaze, loosening her throat. No words are necessary. I know she’s ready for me now. I drive home as she sucks me and bobs her head. Her mouth is a hot wet sanctuary that’s squeezing me just right.

I forget everything but the feel of her mouth suctioning around me and the look of complete acceptance and love in her eyes. She releases me with a pop, and I groan.

“Not where I want you to come, Daddy.”

“Then bring that pussy here to me love.”

She rips my boxers off with an urgency that has me leaking pre-come. She holds my base and eases down on me, inch by inch, wiggling as her body yields, and she struggles to fit me all in her tight core.

“So slick and tight, love.”

“Always for you.”

Fully seated, she presses her hands to my chest and eases up then drops down. She’s so wet she’s leaking all over, coating me with her desire.

“Just like that, love,” I whisper as I gather her wetness and circle her clit. I met her stroke for stroke as she loves me slow and thorough. I grip her hips and drive up, desperate to go deeper. She flexes around me.

“Oh, Daddy. I- I’m going to.” She splinters, contracting around me like a vice. My balls draw up, and I let go, spilling into her as she cries out, shaking. She collapses on top of me, and I plant kisses on her face. She giggles.

“Tickles, Daddy.”

I plant a kiss on her forehead and pull her closer as we catch our breath.

“I should move.”

“Let me fall asleep inside you tonight, lennan.”

“Aye,” She says.

I chuckle. “Laugh it up, Lass.”

“Are you feeling better?”

“Much.” I roll the ideal over in my head. “How would you feel about Kerrianne coming to visit.”

“When? I can get the spare room set up for her next to Juicy.”

I laugh at her enthusiasm. “I dunnae when. I haven’t asked her yet. Wanted to run it by you.”

“Your family is mine, Filip. You know that. She’s always got a home with us.”

“I’m jumping the gun. We’re just now reconnecting, but I’d like to give her the option for at least visiting for the summer, maybe even going to university here, near us?”

“We can more than afford it,” She whispers.

I smile. She’s had access to my account for years now. I needed someone to handle things when I couldn’t or if I died. It’s a real issue I never ignored. I needed to know my Kerrianne would be taken care of after I was gone.

“I love you, Journee Telford.”

“I Love you too, Filip Telford.”

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