#c!dirty crime boys
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diptych || a c!crimeboys web weave
[sources and IDs under cut]
The first collage is a collection of 14 images.
Image 1: A human hands a raccoon a gun. It is the same image CC!Wilbur sent CC!Tommy with the caption "Me passing the dirty crime boy title to you."
Image 2:
Question 4 of 15
Do you love your brother?
Answers, please choose 1
Image 3:
WILBUR: This isn't just a silly river delta to me anymore, it's got a name, it's got a story, it's— it's L’Manberg, and it's … to me it's, it's you.
Image 4: A painting of Cain and Abel. Cain holds a club in one hand and Abel's wrist in the other as they walk forward. While it is in the background and mostly covered by the other images, their faces and hands are visible.
Image 5:
Question 5 of 15
Liar. You feel guilty, don't you?
Answers, please choose 1
Image 6: A screenshot from The Fall by SAD-ist. Wilbur has his hand on Tommy's shoulder and is leaning forward to speak to him. Tommy looks anxious.
Image 7: "Am I my brother's keeper?"
Image 8: A piece of paper pinned to the wall, reading "Someone is looking up to you. Don't let that person down." In the context of the collage, it is pinned onto Wilbur's sleeve/upper arm from the SAD-ist screenshot.
Image 9:
Question 6 of 15
But you're the one that left him.
Answers, please choose 1
[check mark next to the selected answer] I wanted to and I wanted it to hurt him so he could let go of me.
Image 10:
WILBUR: I’m glad, Tommy! You know what, I’m glad! Because me and you were never good for that server. We just weren’t!
Image 11:
When I close my eyes
I'm climbing in the dark
Trying not to fall apart
Sometimes I get so high
Falling is the only out I see
And I don't wanna take you down with me
Image 12: a softer world comic. the text reads "At my worst, I worry you'll realize/you deserve better./At my best, I worry you won't."
Image 13:
Question 7 of 15
Do you think your brother loves you?
Answers, please choose 1
Image 14:
WILBUR: Tommy, come over here, please, I— Tommy, I was scared I wouldn’t see you again if you didn’t forgive me. And I didn’t want to not see you again.
The second image is a collage of 11 images.
Image 1:
WILBUR: You love it, don’t you, Tommy? You love… L’Manberg…
Image 2: a softer sea comic. the text reads "You're my brother and I love you./That's it./No punchline."
Image 3: A painting of two men standing next to each other. they look similar. the one on the right puts his hand flat above both of their heads, sheltering them; the one on the left has his hand up to touch the hand of the one on the right. the painting is titled My Brother's Keeper.
Image 4:
I will stand in the dark for you
I will hold you back by force
I will stand here right outside your door
I won’t see you disgraced
I will protect your name and your heart
Because I miss my friend
Image 5: A screenshot from Final Waltz by SAD-ist. Wilbur has his hand on Tommy's shoulder. Tommy looks up at him.
Image 6: In essence, the entire Bible is written as an affirmative response to this question.
Image 7:
TOMMY: I believe that everyone’s got a little bit of good in them. And I know that Wilbur had good in him. Alright?
Image 8: This is no garden. This is my brother and I need a shovel to love him.
Image 9: A collage of an open book with forests, butterflies, etc. the text reads: i care for you still and i will forever.
Image 10: A painting of two young boys wading in the ocean and holding hands. The smaller one has spiderman swim trunks.
Image 11:
TOMMY: It’s not about chances, Foolish. It’s about making sure you don’t give up on the people you care about.
#mcyt#dsmp#wilbur soot#tommyinnit#crimeboys#c!tommy#c!wilbur#c!crimeboys#wilbur#tommy#web weaving#web weave#collage#my edit
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there should be more overlap between c!tommy and jason todd fans.
he's a dirty crime boy. his signature colour is red. he's abrasive. he's reckless. he's difficult and they don't know what to do with him. some say he's annoying. he cares.
he was not loved by the narrative, and even the audience voted against him. he was just a child when he died alone, battered. died horrifically, shockingly, at the hands of a twisted sadist.
they mourned him, and it was clear that people loved him more when he was dead than when he was alive. a 'good soldier'.
when he came back from the dead, he found himself replaced by the people closest to him. 'family' is a complicated word now. (still unloved by the narrative.)
who am I talking about?
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Reunion
Dallas Winston x Fem!Reader
By-Sandy
Warnings: None, just fluff as per usual
Word Count: 382
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-You and Dallas were childhood friends, in and out of the cooler together. You both got kicked out of your homes, parents never tried to reach you again. At least that’s what you think and almost what you hope.
- When Dally left New York for Tusla you were heartbroken, your partner in crime was leaving you.
-He told you that you could come but you said you had some unfinished business. That night Dallas kissed you and said “I love you, Y/N. So finish up that business and get my doll down to Tusla.”
-It’s been a 1 year, and you were finally ready to see him.
You found out an address from a townie.
“What have you gotten yourself into that makes you infamous” You chuckled as you muttered that to yourself.
You pulled up to what was supposedly his friends house. You got out, your black heels hit the pavement. You were wearing a black dress and sliver hoops. Your h/c hair was down, you had a little mascara on. You had your St.Christopher necklace on, you and Dally bought matching ones when y’all were 15. Or so more stole them. You closed your car door and headed to the front door. Your heels clicking, you muttered to self what you were going to say. You had a thicker accent then Dallas and people who weren’t from your town had trouble understanding you. You got to the porch and knocked on the door. You took a deep breath, the door opened revealing a short boy probably around 5’5. He had dark brown hair. You realized you were staring.
“Oh, hi..I am looking for Dallas…Dallas Winston.” You said in your angelic New Jersey accent.
“Oh he’s not here yet but your more then welcome to wait” he said polietely
“Who is it?” Another voice said as you walked in.
You took off your sunglasses to reveal your siren-like e/c eyes.
“Woah.” A voice said
You chuckled “I’m-“
“Your shitting me…”That familiar voice said
You turned around to see the tall brunette
“Doll?” He said with a sparkle in his eyes
“No, it’s Santa Claus, you idiot.” You laughed as he walked over and pulled you into a bear hug
“So you finally got that shady business finished, huh?” He said laughing
“Yeah, a little messy but oh well.” You joked
“So?” A dirty blond said with an awkward smile
“Oh yeah, guys this is Y/N my childhood best friend” He introduced
“Hey” You said with your blinding smile
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After introductions the guys got pretty comfortable with you.
You began to wonder if Dallas still had those feelings he had a year ago.
“Y/N” he whispered into your ear
“Yeah?” You replied softly
“Your still wearing your necklace?” He asked looking you in eyes
You looked at him flirtatious and winked, his face got pink.
“Stupid doll.” He turned away
You laughed
Those feelings were definitely still there.
#the outsiders#the outsiders x reader#the outsiders imagine#dallas winston x reader#dally winston#dallas winston
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Summer in the city
You are spending the summer with Yakuza Prince Yuuji, and while the sun is working hard to heat things up, Yuuji is working even harder.
Pairing: Yakuza Prince!Yuuji x Reader (female)
Genre: smut, fluff
Word Count: 3.5 k
Playlist: Yakuza Prince
Warnings: 18+, smut, semi-public/public sex (it's in a pool during a pool party but underwater, so I don't know what it is lmao), dirty talk, alcohol, creampie, praise. General mentions of crime-related themes, Yakuza. All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.
This story is set in my Yakuza AU, but you don't have to read that to understand it. All you need to know is that Yuuji is the younger brother of the Yakuza King Sukuna. He is called The Young Tiger, and his job in the family business is to manage their pachinkos, arcades, and a pizza delivery service. He is in his mid-twenties in this AU.
Summer in the city can be tough, especially when it's as hot as the one this year. The heat is almost unbearable. Air conditioning is running at full power, but once you get onto the street, you are hit by the heat trapped between the skyscrapers, making it hard to breathe. People are irritated. Everyone is sweating and cursing while sipping on cool drinks. And of course, the a/c in your bedroom decided to stop working a few days ago.
But you are still very happy this summer. Because you aren't spending it alone. Summer in Tokyo is much more enjoyable with a sexy rich boy next to you.
Your summer romance with Yuuji began several weeks ago when you ordered pizza at his pizza delivery service. Back then, you didn't realize that he was a member of the Itadori clan. Or rather, not just any member but the younger brother of Sukuna, making him something like royalty. A Yakuza Prince.
But as terrifying as that sounds, Yuuji isn't terrifying at all to you. He is fun to be around and very sweet. He finds new ways to make you enjoy the summer all the time. There is something about him that is so addictive. His sweetness, his energy. He lives his life in the fast lane and drags you along, making you enjoy life to the fullest.
Yuuji drives you around in his red Porsche at night with the top down, singing along to the songs blasting on his stereo. He fucks your brains out on his fancy balcony high up over the roofs of Tokyo when a fresh night breeze comes up. He takes you shopping in the VIP sections of the designer stores in Ginza. He makes sweet sexy love to you in his air-conditioned bedroom, pressing you down into his cool silk sheets while he moves languidly on top of you.
And today, he invited you to an exclusive pool party at one of the most luxurious rooftop pools.
Yuuji laughs when he sees your stunned expression as you exit the top floor of the building and take in the huge, fancy pool and the majestic view over the city.
"See, I didn't promise too much, did I?"
He leans closer to press a sweet kiss on your cheek before he tugs on your hand, strong fingers tightening around yours, thumb gently caressing the back of your hand as he pulls you towards the party crowd gathered around the pool.
Everyone bows their heads respectfully at Yuuji, who rolls his eyes and announces loudly that everyone should loosen up and that all drinks are on him.
It's a bit like you imagine walking into a ballroom on some real prince's arm in a fairytale.
But you are really kind of living in a fairytale at the moment, aren't you? This summer with the Yakuza Prince feels like it. Yuuji might not be a medieval prince who rides away with you on his white horse. But he is a prince of modern Tokyo who picks you up in his red Porsche and takes you to his luxurious apartment or to fun rooftop pool parties with his very own royal household.
You settle down in the lounge reserved for Yuuji and you, where you are immediately greeted by a waiter who offers you a wide range of fancy summer drinks to choose from.
You sigh contentedly as you lean back on the comfy couch and sip your cool drink, letting your gaze travel over to your boy. What you see makes you bite your lip.
Yuuji is currently taking off his shirt, exposing his tan, muscular body. You watch hungrily as his defined abs and v-line are revealed, followed by buff pecs and pretty nipples.
And when he turns around, you see his Itadori clan tattoos. The marks of his family. The big majestic tiger all over his back, framed by black filigree lines just like his brother has inked into his skin.
It makes you forget to breathe for a moment. When spending time with Yuuji, you often forget who he is. Because he has that sunshine boy vibe. He is fun! He is sweet and friendly. Just a handsome and rich boy who loves to party and enjoy his life in this big city. You so easily forget that he is the Yakuza Prince.
But those tattoos on his muscular back tell the truth.
A look around the poolside tells you that everyone else here is also part of the Itadori clan. Here where everyone is in their swimming trunks, their tattoos are clearly visible. You see big clan tattoos and smaller ones. You see scars and even some guys with one or several fingers missing.
You shudder slightly at the knowledge that these people are dangerous. Yuuji is dangerous too, technically. He doesn't seem like it, but you know he can fight if he has to. The scars on his face, which you find so sexy, are there because he barely escaped an assassination attempt from a rival clan.
"Cutie? Everything ok?"
You blink and realize that warm honey eyes are looking at you with genuine worry in them. Yuuji has taken a step closer to you, looking at you with concern, reaching out to cup your cheek with one of his large hands. His touch is gentle. The gold rings on his fingers feel slightly cool on your skin.
You feel the tension leave your body again. It's fine. You are safe here with him. Yuuji would never be a danger to you, and all these people here are his friends or subordinates. Yuuji is their Prince. They follow each of his commands. No one here would ever dare to bring any harm to you.
"Yes, I'm fine! You look gorgeous, Yuu."
He laughs happily and leans down to kiss your lips slow and sweet, tasting like the strawberry daiquiri he just had.
"Thank you, but you are more gorgeous, baby. You look so cute in that bikini. And very sexy!"
He winks at you as he pulls away, eyes sparkling cheekily as his hand grabs yours and pulls you to your feet and right into Yuuji's strong arms.
You chuckle softly. It's funny because you got that no-name bikini on sale while Yuuji is in his designer swim trunks, and his ears and fingers sparkle with the gold and diamond jewelry he's wearing.
He has everything, designer clothes, money, gold, jewels, fast cars, and fancy penthouses. And yet he genuinely compliments your cheap bikini.
You know he would have bought you any designer bikini you wanted and a matching necklace too. He is generous and sweet, always doing anything to make you happy. But you aren't dating Yuuji because he is rich and can buy you things. You feel the happiest just seeing his sunshine smile and hearing his sexy low voice whispering sweet things to you.
You sigh happily as you snuggle against his tall, muscular figure, letting your hands run teasingly down his defined pecs. And Yuuji laughs happily, and his strong arms tighten around you, making you feel safe.
His hands land on your hips, fingers sprawling all over the back of your bikini panties before his fingertips teasingly dip lower. Showing you where he would love to touch you.
You grin as you press a firm kiss onto his cheek. Yuuji loves your ass. He practically worships it. He is always very generous with his praise, showering you with compliments. And his reactions always give your self-confidence a boost too. His loud, needy moans, his cute whines, and mewls. And the way he always gets so hard and cums so much for you.
Your Yakuza Prince doesn't just offer material luxuries to you but also the luxury of feeling desired.
Just now, Yuuji's large hands give your butt a squeeze, and he presses his body against yours, letting you feel all his gorgeous firm muscles, as his lips brush tenderly over your cheek, followed by a whispered:
"I'm such a lucky guy to have you as my date. You drive me crazy, baby."
And then his soft lips capture yours in a hot deep French kiss, slow and so good that it makes your head spin and your pussy throb. Apparently, you don't have to get into the pool to get wet.
When Yuuji pulls away again, you are blinking up at him dreamily with kiss-swollen lips and a hot wet feeling between your legs. He is such a good kisser, so sexy and sweet, and he always does this little tongue flick at the end that makes you crave more of his sweet kisses every single time.
Just as Yuuji pulls away from the kiss, you see the burly figure of one of his friends walk up behind him. And before you can utter a warning, your loverboy already gets pushed into the pool.
You are still holding on to him, and so you stumble after him, falling into the pool with a loud splash.
But to your surprise, you never get your head under water. Instead, a pair of strong arms hold you safely, pushing you up even while Yuuji himself plunges underwater.
He emerges again after a second, laughing loudly and shaking his head, making his pink hair spray water everywhere like a cute wet puppy. You smile affectionately at him, giggling and squealing lightly when the water droplets hit your face.
But Yuuji's hands are still around your waist, holding you securely, so caring and strong. You wrap your legs around his hips and sling your arms around his neck, snuggling against your Prince.
And he tilts his head to grin at you, looking so stunning and pretty that you feel your heart beating wildly. Your body is reacting to his closeness. To his wet sun-kissed skin pressing against yours and his strong muscular body.
You smile at him, caressing his wet hair and thanking him sweetly.
"Thank you for catching me. My hero."
He answers you with one of his bright sunshine grins and a happy chuckle.
"Aww, you don't have to thank me, cutie! I have to take care of my girl, after all!"
And that's really what he does so well. You always feel safe when you are with Yuuji. He is so strong and protective, even though he always appears so carefree. It's the best combination, and it makes you press your body tightly against his muscular frame.
He drives you insane with his sweetness and the hint of something forbidden surrounding him. Your Yakuza Prince, who is so cute and yet so powerful.
His cheeky grin is still on his face, and the mischievous sparkle in his honey eyes makes the butterflies in your tummy flutter like crazy when he looks deeply into your eyes and says:
"I'm sorry that you got wet, baby. Even though I usually really like it when you get wet. In other ways, though..."
You can't help but burst out laughing, ruffling Yuuji's hair and rolling your eyes. But his words make more heat pool between your legs, and you whisper softly to him:
"I really like it too. And you make me wet all the time. You made me wet just now when you were kissing me."
"Oooh, I'm really really happy about that, sweetie."
He winks at you, followed by a happy chuckle, and finally he lets his hands slip down where he wanted to have them all the time and cups your ass under the water, kneading it gently.
His lips find yours a split second later, kissing you sweet and sexy, making your head spin more than the summer heat does. You kiss him back eagerly, opening your mouth when his hot tongue licks over your lips, sighing happily when you feel his silky tongue flick against yours, caressing it tenderly. Yuuji always drives you crazy with his sexy kisses.
You let a hand trail up the back of his neck, scratching the short hair of his undercut, and then run through his wet pink hair. A soft growl escapes Yuuji's lips, and you feel his hips jerk against you.
You smile into the kiss. He's so cute and hot, purring like the animal on his family crest. The Young Tiger, the sexiest guy you ever dated.
You love to spend your summer with him. And you are excited to see what the future with Yuuji will hold. Maybe you will do that movie marathon for Halloween with him he keeps talking about. Maybe you will join him for his Christmas shopping trip to New York. Maybe you will visit the temple with him for the New Year celebration. Maybe one day, you will even get his last name.
Those are a lot of maybes. But right now, none of them matter because it is summer and you are here enjoying it to the max with your sexy Prince. Letting yourself snuggle against his tall, buff body here in this luxurious pool while he kisses you so irresistibly that you aren't even sure you remember your own name.
Yuuji's hot kisses trail over your wet skin, lips sucking gently on your neck in a way that makes your legs tighten around his hips. You gasp softly when the movement makes your pussy rub against his hard cock trapped in his swim trunks.
You probably should tone it down a bit with the heavy making out, but you don't find it in you to stop. Instead, you roll your hips slowly, grinding onto your sexy Prince's erection. It excites you to do this here in the middle of a party. And frankly, you are just too horny for your sexy boy to stop.
No one knows what is going on underwater. No one knows how hard Yuuji is for you, how bad he probably wants to fuck you right now. No one knows about the hot waves of desire rushing through your body as your strong boy pushes you against the pool wall.
Yuuji is dry humping you underwater, letting you feel his enormous arousal, making your body tingle with pleasure anytime his gorgeous cock rubs over your clit while only the thin fabrics of your bathing clothes are separating you.
Your fingers tighten in his pink hair, and your mouth opens in a soft moan against his warm lips. Yuuji's tongue licks into your mouth, sexy and sweet. You breathe against his lips, head spinning with lust:
"Yuuji...baby..."
And you roll your hips as if you are riding his cock. Letting him know what is on your mind. Letting him know that you want him inside you. His strong hands squeeze your ass firmly, and he meets your moves, rubbing his hardness against you, needy just like you.
Your head falls back when his lips wander down your chin and neck and then close over your pulse point, sucking eagerly on it, sending another shock wave of desire through you that makes your hips buck.
His mouth is so hot and sexy on your skin, licking and kissing and sucking, and then he reaches your ear and whispers in his low voice thick with desire:
"I want you right here, baby. Is that ok? Can I have you in this pool, please?"
"You can have me anywhere you want. I need you, Yuuji. Just take me right here, baby."
It's true. You need him, or you will lose your mind. Your pussy is throbbing with arousal. So eager to feel your sexy Prince. And he wants you too. Wants you so bad, and it's the sweetest thing ever. He moans into your ear, so cute and horny for you, sounding a little bit desperate, and it drives you insane.
And then Yuuji doesn't waste any more time. His eager fingers pull your bikini panties to the side, two fingers instantly caressing your swollen clit expertly, slow, and with the perfect amount of pressure. So sweet, making your hips buck needily against his strong fingers.
It's hot to do this here. Naughty and forbidden. But you love it, the danger, and the knowledge that even if someone notices, they would never say anything because this is Yuuji. The Young Tiger, and they respect him. Everybody here on this roof would willingly kill or give their own life for him. So if their Prince wants to fuck his girl here in this pool, they will let him do it.
His thick middle finger slips gently into you, fucking you open with slow deep pumps. Even in the water, your pussy is wet from your cream, so crazy for your sexy Yakuza Prince that he can finger you easily.
"Fuck, you take me so well, baby. My good girl. So cute for me, ah!"
His voice sounds sexy and aroused as he mumbles against your lips before kissing you again.
Yuuji is so good at this. Making you fall apart on his fingers as he adds a second one, pumping them gently in and out of your hot wet pussy and curling them in a way that makes you dig your nails into his muscular back and whimper his name against his lips.
He only pulls his fingers out of your clenching pussy when you are already close to cumming all over them. But something even better is waiting for you.
Yuuji holds you with only one arm while he shoves his red swimming trunks down, just enough to free his throbbing hard cock.
You bite down on his lower lip when he pushes his fat mushroom head into you, so much bigger than his fingers, stretching your pussy open in the most delicious way.
You instantly push against him, trying to get more of his gorgeous cock inside you. Luckily Yuuji isn't a tease. He is always so eager to please you, wanting to take care of you in every way, especially in bed. Or in a pool.
He silences both of your gasps with a deep kiss when he snaps his hips forward and buries himself balls deep inside your twitching creamy pussy. You kiss him back passionately, licking against his tongue, swallowing his needy moans as his fingers knead your ass cheeks, and he fucks into you with steady deep thrusts.
It's good that he's kissing you because Yuuji is a moaner. He is always so loud when you are in bed with him. His sexy moans and whines drive you crazy because he sounds so hot like that. But today, here in the middle of this party, it could be a problem.
So you do what works best at that moment and seal his lips with your mouth. Swallowing his moans with your lips, letting him whimper into your mouth as he snaps his hips and fucks you slowly in the pool.
To the other party guests, it must look like the two of you are in the middle of a heavy making-out session. Nothing more. At least that's what you hope.
But you can't really bring yourself to worry too much because Yuuji rolls his hips against you, and his fat tip massages your sweet spot so perfectly that you lose the ability to think.
Yuuji's hands knead your ass firmly, massaging your plump flesh enthusiastically. And his gorgeous cock is making you see stars. One thing about Yuuji is that he is big, and another thing is that your sexy Prince knows how to use that gorgeous fat cock. Always fucking you senseless and making your scream his name into his soft silk pillows.
Today you can't scream for him, but you moan softly into his mouth, whispering sweet horny things in between your needy kisses, urging Yuuji on, telling him how good he makes you feel and how close you are to cumming for him.
You can feel your orgasm approaching fast, getting fucked closer and closer to it with every deep thrust of Yuuji's talented dick. You're clutching onto him, legs wrapped tightly around his strong hips, fingernails scratching over his tattooed back. And then you feel that familiar pressure building up deep inside you. A soft gasp escapes your lips, and you ride him even faster, desperate to find completion on his cock.
It's not fair having to stay silent and hide your pleasure when you cum. But at least you know that Yuuji can feel your orgasm, can feel your pussy spasming hard around his fat cock.
You cum long and intense, pussy clenching on his thick cock, sucking him in even deeper with your orgasmic spasms. You don't have to say it. You don't have to scream in pleasure. Your pussy is doing a perfect job letting Yuuji know that he fucked you so good.
You whimper into his mouth as you ride out every blissful wave of orgasm on his gorgeous cock. His large hands tighten on your ass, and he whisper-moans against your lips:
"Fuck yeah...I can feel you cumming, baby. So sweet for me, my princess. Yes baby, like that. Oh god, my sweet girl! Yeah, baby cum all over my cock."
Your back gets slammed hard against the pool wall as Yuuji picks up speed, losing himself in the feeling of your tight pussy and knowing that he made you cum. His strong thrusts cause slight waves to ripple through the water by now, making the pool overflow behind you.
Your fingers run through wet pink hair tugging on it as you open your mouth to kiss Yuuji deep and passionate, rolling your hips underwater, riding his thick cock, blessing him with your personal summer paradise here in this fancy rooftop pool.
You know he is about to cum when his hips stutter, and his thrusts become frenzied. He moans into your mouth, his noises getting swallowed by your tongue. He is so cute.
You gasp when he rams his fat cock deep into you, stilling there as he cums deep inside you.
Your head is spinning, all senses sharpened, body brimming with adrenaline. You love this! Love knowing Yuuji is shooting his hot cum into your pussy, filling you so well even here in the middle of a party.
He flicks his tongue against yours before pulling away slightly, letting his forehead rest against yours, breathing softly against your lips.
You stay like that for a moment, basking in the afterglow, slowly coming down from your sexy high, sharing tender kisses while Yuuji is still deep inside you.
You feel drunk even though you didn't have any alcohol yet. But you are drunk on Yuuji! You are drunk on your sexy Yakuza Prince and all the excitement he brings into your life.
Your fingers caress his cheek, and Yuuji pulls away with one of his typical charming sexy smiles on his handsome face. His honey eyes are sparkling happily, just as bright as the diamonds in his ears.
And then he starts laughing loudly, a happy and genuine laugh that is so contagious that it makes you laugh too. And underwater, Yuuji rolls his hips against you while a cheeky grin spreads over his face,
"Ah, what an amazing pool party!! Do you enjoy it as much as I do, cutie?"
Thank you so much for reading!! I am so happy that I could write for Yakuza Prince Yuuji again! I love this version of him so much! He drives me INSANE!!! I hope you are a bit in love with him too :)
Please let me know what you think! Comments and reblogs make me happy!
If you want to read more stories about this version of Yuuji, here are all the stories about our sexy Yakuza Prince so far:
The fastest sexiest pizza in Tokyo (Yuuji x Reader) (In my mind this is the same reader as in the summer story)
Go shorty, it’s my birthday! (Almost) (Yuuji x Reader)
#yuuji x reader#yuuji smut#yuuji fluff#itadori x reader#itadori smut#itadori fluff#jjk x reader#jjk smut#yuji x reader#yuji smut#yuji fluff#yuuji x you
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Born to Die
koh!harry styles x mob!reader
summery: after being double crossed, y/n is forced into making a deal with the devil.
warnings: death, murder, mentions of kidnapping and guns also anything related to hell and the mafia (surprise ik), angst and lil smut if you squint
w/c: 5.2k
a/n: HALLOWEEN FIC!!! also want to say that murder is not cool, and running a mafia is not cool. please like a reblog this since its something i normally don't do and i want to know all of your thoughts!!! also because i might've failed a test because i was writing this instead of studying!!! enjoy!
Y/n by no means was a good person. Morally, sure, she did everything that allied with her beliefs, but ethically, she was a nightmare. From being known as a heartless woman to being one of the most feared people in history–maybe, other than Satan–she knew the power she possessed, her effect on people.
She got her start in the casino world. She opened her first casino by age nineteen, using her charm and wit to impress men with big pockets to take her casino off the ground and launch it to success. Success, of course, leads to money, which leads to power and power leads to anything. Specifically for Y/n, that anything was weapons trading, money laundering, extortion, and the bright idea to dabble into politics.
As time went on, so did the list of enemies. So, it was about time for them to band together to take down the empire that Y/n built.
The day started out normal. Y/n woke up in her private mansion, one in the rich and private suburbs of New York. No one knew where she lived, except her “friend”, Angelo. Although she would never call him when she was in trouble–which is never–he was competent enough to do her “dirty” work. Angelo came from a wealthy background, a rich school boy who had no idea how destroyed the world was. He was just desperate to be seen as “edgy”. He was a good boy who knew how to follow orders, that's all she needed.
It was nearly two in the afternoon, Y/n’s sleep cycle was all out of whack. She tries her best to stay awake as much as she can. It’s hard when there's no one to lean on but would she even trust someone? Could she?
Y/n does her ‘morning’ routine: shower, teeth, cleanser, makeup, and then hair. She sighs as she admires herself in the mirror. She had a scar on her cheek bone. It was faint, yet noticeable if you looked hard enough. She remembers getting it too; the day when she walked away with a bleeding cheek and then the man who did that to her laid there a bullet hole in the head. It was probably the day her crime boss title was given, a well deserved name for the most feared person in the world.
Her face, though, was perfect. She knows what her grunts say about her–mainly tame things, as the last time she heard something inappropriate got to see the barrel of her gun–but what truly fills her ego is the face of some man, begging for mercy, begging her to tell her boss that they’ll do anything, then revealing herself as the boss.
In her morning, she felt peaceful. She changed into some athletic clothes, heading to her gym to do some boxing, but her phone rang out. She sighed as she said Angelo’s name–this couldn’t be good.
“Boss.” His voice cracked, and it just pissed Y/n off more.
“Spit it out.”
“My house was ransacked.” She sighed as she heard this, running her fingers through her hair. “Including the safe that kept your location.”
She hung up the phone and raced back to her room. She grabbed her go bag in the back of her closet when she heard her front doors being knocked down. Y/n swore as she loaded her gun, knowing she would have to fight her way out of this, and she knew exactly who she would have to fight.
A man with a fake deep voice, Alister, was telling the men to travel in a group. Zeke, another casino owner with a terrible cough from smoking, agrees saying to go down the hall to her bedroom.
That caught Y/n’s attention, they seemed to know where her room was despite that information not being in Angelo’s safe; she knew what that meant, and groaned when she knew she’d have to do more work after this.
Y/n took a deep breath when her bedroom door whipped open, a series of footsteps following along. “You go first.” “No you go!” “I went first in through the front door. Gerry go.” “Hell fuckin no.”
Bag over her shoulder, gun locked and ready, Y/n opened the closet door gun drawn in front. She fired a few bullets, knowing she landed from the grunts let out by a couple on the men, then lunged for the bedroom door. She sprinted out, hearing bullets fired at her and turned the corner, heading for the exit. As she ran down the stairs though, a bullet went through her ankle, tripping and falling right on her head.
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Harry was tired.
He always seemed to be these days, or nights really. He was always in a sour mood, but what could you expect from the king of hell? It was his whole thing, being angry and mad all the time, but he was getting tired of it. The limited emotions would soon turn to nothingness, and he wasn’t sure what he preferred.
The anger reminded him of his early king days. When he was first given the position, he gave into the anger and madness that came with Hell and turned it into energy.
It was important to note that just because someone was sent to hell didn’t mean Harry liked them, in fact, he hated all of them.
Hell was ruled in weird ways. You had anyone who did anything majorly wrong, but you also had those who were truly evil, the ones that fueled Harry’s hatred for human kind and got the worst tourter out of anyone.
Harry groaned as he sat on his desk. He knew this was truly Hell because he had a stack of paperwork to go over. Niall had dropped off a couple of stacks of people who would most likely be sent down today. They used statistical probability to see who on the “bound to hell list” would most likely get themselves killed that day and what to expect.
Harry sipped his drink, a special Hell coffee brew that the devils made to perfection, as looked at the list. The normal people everyday, a couple people he knew, some workers downstairs had a bet on to see when they’d go, a rich guy, a gang leader, a politician, etc.
Harry’s eyes wandered back to the gang leader, recognizing the name from multiple people's cause of death section.
Y/n Y/l/n was a human he recognized, she was one of the few he could recognize and empathize with from his time as a human. He appreciated how she didn’t do anything rash. She had a plan for everything and knew what to expect, which caused his eyebrows to raise when he saw her name. According to his stats, she wasn’t due until old age, her COD being simply old age.
It didn’t make sense.
“Niall get in ‘ere.” He spoke into his phone, knowing a couple seconds later he would be knocking on the door. “Comin.”
“What’cha want boss?” Niall walked in with his hands in his pockets.
“Why is Y/l/n in this list?” He threw her file to Niall, who skimmed it. “She isn’t due for a few more decades.”
“Huh.”
“What does that mean?” Harry was getting impatient, not understanding why the man was taking his sweet time.
“You remember that angel that kept fucking with the people we like?”
Harry gave him a blank look.
“Louis punched him and got in trouble with the people upstairs.”
“The guy with the fucked up jaw?” Harry remembered. “What about ‘em?”
“Angelo, yeah.” Niall clarified. “That’s her COD. He causes her death.”
He tosses the file back to Harry and he quickly rereads the file. “Leave me.”
“Alright.” Naill heads to the exit, but hesitates at the door. “I know she's one of the better worse ones, but don’t do anything that’ll get you in trouble with upstairs.”
Harry just glares at him in return.
…
Y/n woke up in a haze.
At first, she didn’t want to wake up. The couch she was laying on was too comfy, and warmth radiating from a fire relaxed her deeply–but soon remembered the events that just transpired.
She quickly gets on her feet, and is surprised when she doesn’t wince on her foot. She takes in her surroundings. She was in a room that seemed weirdly intimate; soft walls painted red illuminated with fire on candles and torches that emitted a soft smell of fresh rain. The noise though copied the smell. It sounded as though there was a thunderstorm outside, but it was off, it sounded artificial.
She didn’t think about it too much though. Her main priority was leaving this hell hole.
There was a single door and Y/n tried to unlock it but it wouldn’t budge.
She had to calm herself down from what was going on. She tried to think of how long she had passed out and who kidnapped her.
She tried to find a secret compartment, something to get her out of here, but when she heard the door handle jiggle, she grabbed a candle.
She was met with a man, hair set back with a strand in front. “Woah there lady.” He held his hands up in defense. “I’m not gonna hurt you, just coming to get you out of this stuffy room.
She didn’t say anything or lower the candle.
The man sighed. “Fine. Look, I'm Zayn and my boss wants to meet you. I don’t even know if what he did was allowed but I don’t really want to get yelled at right now do can you please just follow me.”
“Who is your boss?” She questioned. “What did you do to me while I was out?”
“Oh, for god's sake nothing! No one did. Man, just because I’m a devil doesn’t mean I act as disgustingly as some of those humans.” The man, Zayn, seemed deeply offended by her question, and her implying he was a “human”.
“Who is your boss?” She started again.
“Not one of your enemies, in fact, I’d say he's a huge fan. He is really impressed with your work.” Zayn revealed. “So if you would follow me.”
She didn’t have much of a choice and followed Zayn. “Leave the candle please.”
She sighed but complied, she hated being put into a corner like this.
Y/n followed behind him, keeping her wits about her and watching the man’s hands very carefully. They walked down the hall but stopped at the room with grand doors. “Alright so you go in there. “ He knocked on the door and they swung open quickly. Y/n felt a powerful presence from the desk and could barely make out a figure.
“In ya go.” Zayn pushed her in and closed the door. The room was illuminated, just like in the other room, with a series of candles, but there was a chandelier with candles above the desk, revealing the figure.
“Hello darling.” The man smiled, standing up and walking to the other side of his desk, sticking out his hand. “I’m Harry.”
Y/n shaked his hand, a firm yet not overpowering grip on both ends. “I don’t know you, why am I here?”
Harry smiled, she was just like in her file. “I’m here to make a deal.”
“A deal?” She questioned. “You kidnapped me, forced me here, and now want a deal.”
“Yup.” He smiled.
“What do I have that you need?” As much as Y/n hated to admit it, this Harry had the upper hand, so why did he need a deal?
“You make my work here much better, and you need revenge.” He said simply, like she knew what here was.
“You talk like I know you. Like I know this place.”
“Oh my bad darling, I’m sure you have some questions.” He smiled, walking over to the windows, covered by draps. “You’re in Hell.” He dramatically revealed the outside, showing what looked like a red storm with red lightning and rain.
“Are you one of the LSD dealers?” She laughed. It made Harry’s dead heart pound and stomach drop. He looked back to her with a disappointed yet angry look. “I’m not buyin’ anything, alright?”
“I’m Harry, King of Hell. And I just saved your life from a bunch of shitty men who would like nothing more than killing you.” He seethed, not used to people not taking him seriously. “You send the most deserving people here, you’re my top supplier, and I saved your life so you could get revenge on the reason you would be dead.”
“Sure, you saved my life by taking me to Hell.”
“Do you want me to send you back?” Harry asked, walking over to the fireplace and flicking his wrist. “This is what you have waiting for you when you go back.
Y/n’s curiosity of the better of her and walked forward to the fire. She peered into it and saw herself laying on the ground of her home. The scene moved to her angry enemies close to her body, guns ready.
Y/n didn’t feel right. She knew she was here, but by looking at the image of herself she could feel her process being elsewhere, presumably with guns aimed at her head.
This man couldn’t be telling the truth, could he? Is he even a man?
“Why aren’t I dead?” Is all she asked, not looking at Harry, eyes staying on herself.
“Time works differently down here.” He shrugged, partly glad she was coming around. “I was able to pull you down here when you hit your head. But because coming to Hell takes up lots of energy, and you were already injured, you were out for what would’ve been the equivalent for a day.”
“A day?”
“25 hours if you want to be precise, but yeah.”
Y/n couldn’t help but believe him. And looking at herself, helpless, and closer to death than what she is now, she didn’t have any other move then to agree to his deal. She’d come up with some other plan to cross him.
How hard could it be to double cross the devil?
“What are the terms of your deal?”
A sly smile swept across Harry’s face. “I’ll save your life if you help me kill an angel.”
“That’s all?”
“Don’t get ahead of yourself.” Harry chided, walking over to his desk and taking the file he needed. “Angels are hard to kill. And this one is someone close to you.”
He flung the file over and Y/n caught it, not interested in thinking about the physics or “magic” that made the manilla folder guilde over to her simply.
“Angelo?” She asked in a monotone voice. “Not that good of a cover name, huh?” She smiled as she read the information of the Angel. The pieces fit together with all of his little mannerisms, the sacredness with anything murdery and lying. Harry noted the sly smiled that mimicked his earlier. She knew this girl was insane, but was it bad that he liked it? Why does he care though, he’s the King of Hell, he’s supposed to do bad things.
“How do I kill it?” She asked, now meeting Harry’s eyes.
“Oh, “I” now? You gonna kill him yourself?”
“I’m guessing so if that’s the reason you saved me.” She remarked. “How do we kill it then?”
“I know a place in the upper world that we can travel to that has information on all this stuff.” Harry huffs, slowly approaching Y/n. “Do we have a deal?”
Harry held out his hand, ready to shake. Y/n glance down to the hand then to his eyes; they were a red-yellow with a pupil like a cat but didn’t quite go with his face. His face had no marks though, his skin was a little rough but clear–maybe that's what being the King of Hell does to you.
She shook his hand. Firm hands met each other, hers was deathly cold while his were burning.
“I will need to send you up there and to be honest, I’ve never done this before so bear with me here, love.” Harry smiled as he leaned in and kissed the back of her hand, causing her to feel faint again.
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She felt herself laying on the ground, tired beyond belief. She heards guns loading and thought for a second she imagined everything, the fire room, the red lightning, the devil, the king. She breathed in and couldn’t believe this would be her final seconds, Y/n couldn’t let herself go out like this.
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Harry has never brought someone down to Hell before. He was glad it took too long for Y/n to awaken because he was in no shape to have a conversation while he was passed out too–coincidentally, for the same time Y/n was. But bringing someone back to the human world and himself was such a heavy task. He looked around and was outside, “breathing” in the fresh air. It was lightly raining, nothing like the fire rain back in Hell, but it had a calming presence like never before.
It took him a second to realize what was going to happen inside of the home. He barraged in though the grand doors–mad at himself he couldn’t appear inside–and was met with quite the scene.
Y/n is barely holding herself up, men were crowding around her and tasting victory. Her eyes were dropping, her skin tone cooled dramatically then even what it was before. Harry felt guilt creeping in, he needed to do something, but luckily, all eyes were on him when the door slammed shut behind him.
“Who’s this fucker, huh?” The tall and lanky pointed his gun to Harry. “This the real Boss? Knew a weak fucker like you couldn’t be this big bad mob boss.”
Laughter rang out, the men now aiming their guns towards Harry. Before Harry could retaliate, Y/n landed a punch on the man who spoke who fell to the ground. Harry knew this was his chance to ask on his side of the deal, he practically teleported to the other men and all he had to do was press on their head, knocking them out, giving Niall some more paper down below.
Y/n had collapsed and Harry was just able to save her from hitting her head again.
Harry knew what he needed to do and didn't hesitate.
He picked her up and ran outside until he found a car. It was presumably hers and he was lucky enough that he was able to start it. He has never driven a car before but it was pretty intuitive, she slammed on the gas pedal and headed to the city.
Harry soon found out he hated cars. If he wasn't so tired he probably would have been able to teleport Y/n and himself directly to wherever they needed to go, but of course, he is stuck with this god forsaken mode of transportation. He got lost a couple times too, but eventually he made it into the city, all while Y/n was passed out in the passenger seat.
A couple minutes after getting off of some exit, he heard Y/n groan and shuffle around.
Harry had to admit, it was impressive how quickly she came to her senses after being knocked out. He looked at her and was surprised to see a knife at his throat. “Where are you taking me?”
He scoffed. “Trust me now, will ya?” She had an unimpressed look on her face. “We are going to the New York Public Library, or “possessor secretorum celi et inferni” as we call it.”
“Why would we go to the fucking library?”
“Because there's a section that's only accessible to demons and angels walking the earth. That way we can figure out how you’re going to kill that bitch of an angel.” Harry clairfied, gently guiding her hand down and out of view from onlookers while driving. He pulled around and eventually found a parking spot.
“Why do I have to kill Angelo?” She asked, placing her knife back into its secret spot–Harry could imagine what other weapons, and maybe not weapons, were under her clothes too–then getting out of the car. “You’re the king of death, why don’t you just kill him?”
Harry sighed, brushing his long hair out of his face while grabbing a pair of sunglasses from the car, putting them over his devil eyes. “The only thing both devils and angels know is that they can’t ‘kill’ one another, a human has to do that.”
They walked into the library, Harry leading the way up the stairs and down a long and abandoned hallway. It was a clique. A complete and utter clique. Going down a dark hallway to find a secret room with the devil himself.
Harry did some hand motion to the wall, a pentagram appeared and then Harry grabbed Y/n’s hand. “Walk with me.”
Y/n was about to ask “walk where?” but Harry had practically pulled her through the wall. She stumbled a bit, but regained herself when she let go of Harry’s hand. She looked around and was met with a small dusty room. Harry flicked his wrist and the littering of candles around the room lit up. Harry sighed and began taking books off of a bookshelf.
“Start looking for anything about Angels.” Harry asked. “This could take awhile.”
“This place doesn’t seem to get used too often.” Y/n remarked, starting at the opposite book shelf. “It’s very Narnia-like.”
“Narnia?”
“It’s this children's book where there's another world.” She summarized. “This place, and Hell I guess, are very other-wordly. Just not what one would normally imagine.”
“What? Don’t like the idea of there being Hell?” Harry chuckled, putting book after book back on the shelf.
“I never really thought much about it. I knew if there was Hell, I’d go there, but that didn’t really stop me from everything.” She replied. “What about you? How does one become the King of Hell?”
“I was a human, before. I didn’t have the best life, I was crossed, lied to, and used.” Y/n noticed a bit of a horse sound coming from him, but it was quickly gone after he cleared his throat. “All that creates pain, then anger, and I guess it was enough anger to get Lucifer’s attention. He made me be the perfect devil to take over as King when I died so he could deal with some other plans.”
Y/n nodded and kept checking books. She soon realized that all the books in her row were about devils and demons. There was an interesting page though that she read, titled “The Devil's Tourture”. She kept reading, then she found the most interesting paragraph.
Any type of dark entity is subject to toutrue from this one thing. They are groomed to bring the most perfect pain, the best way to get humans to live their worst life, so the solution on how to kill a Devil? Make him repent. Make him sorry for his past actions, make him change his whole ideology, make him regret his dead life and wish to be better. It doesn’t matter the motivation, whether it be love, greed, lust; the important part is making sure to feel remorse.
“Y/n?” Speak of the Devil, literally. Harry’s voice snapped her out of her thoughts while she closed the book shut. “I got something.”
Y/n placed the book back onto the shelf and walked over to Harry. “Seems like you just gotta make him sin.” Harry laughed. “Shouldn’t be too hard, fucker set up your death.”
Y/n scoffed at the irony, all she has to do tonight is make an Angel sin and a Devil repent, what could be hard about that?
“Do you know where Angelo could be?” Harry asked, heading out of the claustrophobic room, Y/n next to him.
“I tagged him when I first met him. He normally hangs out in his home on the upper east side.” Harry nodded, taking off the sunglasses and making a quick haste to the exit. She took the keys out of Harry's hand and reached for the driver's seat. “No offense but you can’t drive.”
Harry’s eyes got darker when he started at Y/n, but she didn’t move. He gave way and walked shamly over to the passenger’s side. He could not imagine that happening down in Hell, but up here, it’s Y/n’s territory.
The drive would be short, that’s what Y/n assured Harry as he looked a little pale, his warm undertones turning cold. She decided to be nice to get him off the drive. “Why do you want to kill Angelo so bad?”
Harry smiled. “He is famous for going after Hell’s favorite people. You for example.” Harry looked over to Y/n. She notices his look on his face and swears that his red eyes go sea-green for a second. This could be easier than I thought. “Like I said, you’re my top supplier. You send the ones who really need to be punished. You’re already better than some of the Devils I sent up here to do that.”
“Oh stop, or I’ll think you’re flirting with me.” She laughed. She hated herself in the moment, it made her feel young when she was first starting out in the mob world and no one took her seriously. She hated flirting; the plan was to go the rest of her life without anyone else, they would just slow her down and deep down she knew nobody would understand her. But flirting with the devil was so much easier then she thought it would be. At least he sort of understood some of her mind.
Harry laughed. A sweetly weird sound coming from him. She never thought a devil could make that noise.
“So what if I am? Don’t get to see a lot of pretty girls down in Hell.” He replied. Harry didn’t like the feeling in his chest, it reminded him of when he was about to die. So he decided to change the subject. “How’d you get that scar?”
Y/n shrugged her shoulders. “I killed someone.”
She pulled up to a luxurious house, soon exiting the car with Harry on her heels. “So what do I do? Have sex with him?
“No, don’t be so vulgar.” Don’t be so jealous. “You can do what you want but it should just be easy to make him lust for you, or to get him greedy.”
She nodded, then unlocked the door with a copy she had made when she first met Angelo. She turned back around to look at Harry but he was gone yet his presence was felt. She went inside.
“Angelo?” She screamed into the house. A lanky man came running though, shock written all over his face as he came face to face with his boss.
“Boss? I-” His voice was scared until Y/n crashed into his arms, fake tears running down her cheeks.
“Angelo, th-these men came into my house and they almost killed me. I-I was cornered I could barely get out. I know they’re following me and I have no one who I trust more than you.” She looked up at Angelo, he had a terrible poker face and she could seem the gleam in his eye. “Please, I need your help. I need you Angleo.”
“It’s okay, darling. I got you.” He got her into a hug lucky because Y/n couldn’t hold back on the disgust written on her face. When Angleo said the name, it was terrible, it just didn’t sound right.
“You’ve always been there for me. Please, let me make it up to you.” She broke away from his hug but placed her hands on his cheek, leaning in slowly.
“Oh, you, you don’t have to…do that.” His breathing was more irregular. She paused less than an inch away from his lips.
“I want to.” She said, “Do you?”
“Yes.” He admitted but before their lips could touch he howled in great pain, falling to the floor.
Harry appeared behind Y/n, a sly smile on his face. His eyes were extra red, almost as if his iris was made of blood. “Finally.”
“Harry?” Angelo weezed.
Harry stepped forward from behind her shadow and knelt down to Angelo. “That’s right. Oh don’t get like that. You just lost that’s it.”
“How?”
“Because you made someone very important up here mad, and I took notice.” Harry shrugged. “Now go cry to god or whatever emptiness you’re going to face.”
Harry stood up and kicked him. He turned back to Y/n who also had a smile on his face. Harry felt that weird pang in his chest again. He locked eyes with her, both taking a step forward, embracing each other.
They kissed, hard. Harry never understood what it meant to kiss someone passionately like it was described in the books he read long ago, but now he did. His hand wandered, so did hers. She walked him backwards until he fell onto the couch, causing Y/n to straddle his lap.
“Fuck, Harry.” She tasted sweet oddly enough, and as Harry found himself getting more addicted the more the pain in his chest arrived. “Please don’t leave me. I don’t want to live without you.”
Harry broke from the kiss, looking her in the eye and nodded, kissing her deeply again. He needed to find a way to get Lucifer back, a way for him to not be King of Hell anymore, a way to stay with Y/n. He prayed for some way to make him alive, to make him be able to be with her.
“I’ll stay. I’ll stay forever–”
His voice stopped working. His throat got immensely dry. He could feel the way that Y/n smiled against his mouth, breaking away to look at Harry. He looked up to her, confused and partly terrified.
“That sounds like repenting to me.” She tsked. “That’s a big no no, Harry.”
Harry’s hands clawed at her for some comfort, he didn’t know what was happening to him. He felt scared for the first time after his death.
“Turns out killing Angels and Devils is easy.” She smiled. “Angels you have to make sin, and Devils you have to make repent. Who knew?”
Harry never felt betrayed like this before. He always knew in his living life he was a hopeless romantic, he just couldn’t believe the Devil version of him is one too. He should’ve known Y/n would do this to him, she's just as cruel as he is, or was.
“I’m sorry. You probably are my soulmate.” Her words did sound sorrowful, more than her acting with Angelo. “But this is about survival, Harry. And I owed a great debt to you that couldn’t have been paid off with one Angel’s death.”
Harry’s vision started to close, he knew the last thing he would ever see would be the devil, shining up above him with a face he so badly wanted to kiss. His last thoughts were that he didn’t regret this, saving her. He would gladly die a thousand deaths if it meant she would live, if he could kiss her just once.
“I’ll see you down there, Harry.”
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This is what I meant with the racecar thing. Forgot to put the reasons I chose each turtle. Even if some were just flimsy or barely had any there were reasons.
To make it fun and more challenging I wanted one turtle from each dimension, but never repeated the turtle. There had to be at least one type of connection.
87 Leo being Raph:
A. Trench coat. I had to pick an 87 turtle for that alone.
B. The way Raph reacts to Mrs. Cuddles reminds me of 87 Leo and his fear of snakes.
C. Would see him being the leader as the natural option even though Leo as the leader would also make sense to him.
D. The catchphrases. While not as often as in the crossovers (Turtles Forever why did you do my 87 boys dirty like that?) he does have the "Turtles fight with honor" and "Turtle power".
E. It did amuse me how much he seemed to like being "violent" in the 2012 crossover episode. It also fits well with Rise Raph who likes to smash things.
Bayverse Donnie being Mikey:
A. Trying to get Raph to let him do things/giving him a heart attack. Bayverse Donnie asking to be let be the badass for once and jumping out a plane, Rise Mikey's wanting to go on his first solo mission.
B. Big turtle being a small turtle is hilarious to me.
C. Dr. Feelings. He's a smart turtle still, even if it's not being used for tech or science. I fully believe he's an actual Doctor and is still essential to his family's functioning. Him wearing glasses.
12 Raph being Donnie:
A. Training animals.
B. Emotionally adopting things. 12 Raph with Spike/Slash and Chompy, and Rise Donnie with Shelldon and the PSDD from the sentient bed mini-episode.
C. Violence is the answer.
Extras I realized later:
D. Purple turtle son with fire! (Let's not ignore Shelldon sounding like 12 Mikey either)
E. Rise Donnie talking to Rise Splinter and mentioning if he was a tiger. Very specific animal for that voice.
F. Rise Donnie believes in Big Foot, who is not only real in the 12 universe, but Raph has met. Also that pizza with a face is a thing in the 12 series.
G. Looking at 12 Mona, I say "cute but mean" type.
H. Some of this implies that Rise Donnie either remembers some of who he used to be, who he really is, or follows his instincts a lot more than we thought and they're telling him things like "this is right" or " this is supposed to be this way".
03 Mikey being Leo:
A. Since Rise Donnie is a Raph and Leo likes messing with him, he's required by law to be a Mikey
B Battle Nexus Champion.
C. The number of crimes 03 Mikey has committed and Rise Leo having a wanted poster.
Extras I realized later:
D. Lose their arm in an apocalypse scenario.
E. Ends up going over the side of a building and is saved by a Raph.
#rottmnt#rise of the tmnt#rottmnt au#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#tmnt 2012#tmnt 87#tmnt 2003#tmnt bayverse#tmnt au#tmnt crossover#rise donnie#03 mikey#87 leonardo#bayverse donnie#12 raph#Chaos Reincarnate AU
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PROPAGANDA
Jason Todd
Jason is as someone else put it succinctly "a mass-murdering terrorist and tax-evader". He does evil, the story constantly condemns him as evil and sinful and thuggish and stupid and uneducated and overemotional. He does have a lower and more selective kill count than Luke Skywalker, John Wick, Disney Mulan, etc. So you got part of the fandom writing an annoying flood of fan fiction about him being a warm soft nice guy skipping through the daisies with his fam (hey have fun, guys). Then you got another side picking out the worst ex-canon comics for him (while they ignore the worst ex-canon comics for their own fave characters i.e. "my fave only did evil because of a mind-control potion, but Jason always chooses to be evil even though the story and the writer himself said he was crazy and broken and suffering from magic insanity")... and accuse him of being a cop (he is a cop-hating cop-killing terrorist murderer criminal thuggy thug thug constantly being hunted by law enforcement in a world bursting to the brim with actual copaganda while the heroes regularly cooperate with police—so many anti-fans are misusing the term copaganda because they hate this fictional character to the point they want to train people to be blind to actual copaganda). Jason is absolutely a villain—and he returned to his hometown when it was a battlefield with hundreds killed in the latest conflict, ruled over by a child-killing torture-enthusiast. War is always wrong and evil, and Jason was raised to be a soldier in that war—and when the promises of justice and safety never came true, he decided to seize power through murder. Jason is evil. He is inarguably a lesser evil than what usually plagues the town. Innocent people are alive because he got his hands dirty. He is such an asshole. People like him should not exist. He shot a 10-year-old in the chest, and nobody not even the 10-year-old cared the next day because it really wasn't a big deal. He was kidnapped by a billionaire with a taste for young boys, and it's literally not a big deal. His crimesagainst fashion are unforgivable tho.
Batman's adopted son and second Robin that got killed by the Joker and came bag to enact a revenge plan by becoming a Gotham drug lord. He had a duffel bag of 8 decapitated heads at some point and planted a bomb on the Batmobile and then got his throat slit by Batman to save the Joker. He stole his older adoptive brother's (first Robin) identity and blew up a high school but he forbade Gotham's drug rings from selling to children and actually became an anti-hero in Gotham and killed the people Batman wouldn't (rapists, drug lords, etc.). He attacked his little adoptive brother (third Robin) and beat him to a bloody pulp. He also slept with Batman's baby mama. He raised a fucked up Superman clone with kindness. He has lead teams of Outlaws on multiple occasions that love him. He's on good terms with many (not all) of Gotham's vigilantes.
Listen. I love the guy, I love him dearly, but I feel like people these days are trying to make him like completely justified in everything he did?? And like you can see where he’s coming from, sure, but my man did absolutely beat Tim Drake, a teen, half to death for the crime of being Robin. He’s morally gray! He had decapitated heads in duffle bags! Let my guy be morally gray please stop woobifying him
Jason Todd is regularly stripped of his autonomy in fandom to make him more palatable and “redeemable”. They attribute his legitimate trauma, annger, and pain driven actions to “pit madness” a side effect of the way he was resurrected. Not only that but so many people don’t even know what he actually does when he comes back, it’s like a shitty game of telephone where each person tells the next a slightly altered version of his return and at the end everyone thinks that Jason hates the kid who took up the Robin mantle after him and wants to kill him and that he is mad at Bruce for no reason and all Bruce needs to do is tell Jason that he is loved (despite Jason having a lot of evidence to the contrary) and everything will be all better. His values and beliefs and convictions are treated as invalid and his trauma is something he needs to just get over because it’s inconvenient and harmful to everyone else and doesn’t he know that everyone else was also traumatized by his death?
vigilante who kills people • traumatized as hell • has trouble differentiating between good deeds and selfishness • shot his little brother on the spine • tried to kill his other two brothers • operates under the belief that controlling evil is the only way to help innocents • has an immesurable love for the people of Gotham and really wants them to be happy and safe!! • please for the love of god fandom stop talking about him as if the bad things hes done are forgiveable AND as if the good things he's done don't matter
Gonna be honest even canon misinterprets him. There's no winning. All you need to know about DC universe is that multiple different writers have had a go at writing him and every time he is wildly different which is maybe why people interpret him very differently?? Canon interprets him in a he did everything wrong way a lot of times and fanon interprets him in a he did nothing wrong way because he is blorbo to many, when he is very much someone who did a lot of shit wrong but also had a lot going on, while thats still not an excuse for like, a lot of maiming and murder, and (usually) later in the timeline he is less trigger happy and has evened out from villain to morally grey, his whole "redemption" to being morally grey is usually up to fan interpretation whether or not they're chill with letting him keep murdering bad people or they say no murder in general, and whether or not bats is chill with the whole he keeps murdering people thing since he has a staunch no murder stance. Also!! a lot of people in fanon write in the whole pit insanity thing as a way to excuse a lot of the things he did while in his full on villain era, and like,,, i don't think that was canon??? like i straight up think the whole pit madness thing was made up but a lot of DC canon is wibbly wobbly already so its hard to say. hope this wasn't too word salady but i hope you understand that whenever you are consuming any piece of media, canon or fanon, with this man in it you have literally no idea what you are stumbling into you, you are playing fucking spin the wheel, which flavour of Jason Todd are we reading about today. I will say though, canon does objectively treat him like dogshit and only really brings him back every now and then as a punching bag for Batsy whenever they want to have edgy emo abusive dad bruce wayne because comic writers think found family is for chumps and so is being a good parent and actively resist it with every ounce of their soul :/ so I understand why fanon strays so far away, it's just that fanon also can't seem to agree on the degree of morally grey he is?? idk someone save Jason it's the worst custody battle of the century between canon and fanon.
Miguel O'Hara
he is dj internalized homophobia. he is so so sick in the head
#misrepresented morally grey#round 2#bracket c#both bracket#batman#jason todd#spider man across the spider verse#miguel o'hara
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Seeing Stars
Part 26
Eddie is faced with a worst-case scenario. Star sees how he handles bad news as their relationship becomes more about being partners through life and less about being two love-struck kids. Eddie's birthday comes along much to his annoyance and Star makes sure it's one he never forgets.
CW: NSFW - Anal play (m receiving), prostate orgasm, blow jobs, hand jobs, tit jobs, oil massages, pet names, dirty talk/praise. Plenty of angst and fluff for good measure.
The final weeks were closing in for the school year. The energy was heavy with a mix of excitement and worry. College plans and summer vacations were tittered about among friends who for the first time in their lives were going to be faced with a distance between them. Star and Eddie however were still very much living in the present. Eddie had clapped his hands at every attempt from anyone asking about his post-high school plans. He wasn’t going to jinx it. He had the final in O'Connell's left to pass and he wasn’t about to assume anything. Honestly, if he was assuming anything it was that he was going to fail.
Star had done everything she could to help him. Steve had given her the idea to try strip studying, a mix of strip poker and studying, something he swears by. She was optimistic about how the study sessions went and that Eddie would pass. All he needed was the right motivation. And who could blame him that tits and ass seemed to be just what he was motivated by?
The class was almost over, and the teacher closed up a lesson before finally passing out the tests that everyone was itching to receive. Finals were always stressful, no matter where you landed on the GPA scale. Finally coming down the row between Star and Eddie, Star received her test first and winced, hesitating to flip it over. She took a deep breath and it turned into a loud exhale of relief. She’d gotten a C and she was more than content with being average. She looked to Eddie, waiting, expecting fingers guns, or a loud shout he’d get scolded for. Something. But he did nothing. Which was very unlike Eddie. His face was terrifyingly neutral, hands crinkling the paper in his hand as they slowly turned to fists.
“Eddie?” Star asked softly, her eyes large with worry. But Eddie wouldn’t see them since he shoved the papers in his backpack and walked out of the classroom without a word. Star blinked rapidly, looking at the door he’d so unceremoniously left through. She looked back to his seat as if it would give an answer. She sank back, full of questions and a fresh wave of nausea. She was left with only one conclusion from his actions. That he'd failed.
Star kept the same shocked pale face on as she sat down at lunch, so quiet and empty without her partner in crime by her side. Her ears rang like a bomb went off as she saw Eddie’s van gone from the parking lot. Her jaw was tight and clenched, she looked at the food in front of her and no part of her wanted to eat it. She felt too queasy, mind racing with consequences.
“Hello??” Dustin snapped in front of her face. She slowly turned, as if she were on a delay. “Are you okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Dustin’s annoyance with her lack of listening shifts to concern.
“Where’s Eddie?” Gareth asked with a mouthful of food.
“I think he went home.” her voice was weak, unlike herself.
“Is he sick? Because I think you might be too?” Dustin studied her face.
“I-” she shrugged and shook her head, looking back down. “I think he failed the O’Connell final.” A hush fell over the group, everyone freezing and looking at Star with varied levels of horror and sympathy.
“He didn’t.” Dustin whispered, a rare time where the boy was quiet.
“She handed out the tests and he just… got up and left.” her voice cracked and she felt tears burn hot in her eyes.
“Fuck.” Jeff said deflating, he thought he and Eddie would get to graduate together. Then he felt the sadness hit him. Eddie wouldn’t be graduating with Star.
“He’s not gonna graduate?” Mike asked for clarification.
“That test was the one thing between him and graduating.” Gareth added, suddenly losing his appetite. The somber mood took over everyone at the table.
“We studied so much.” Star squeaked out and the guys felt a prickle of uncertainty about how to deal with an emotional girl. “The extra credit essay I KNOW he knew. I don’t know how…” she felt her lip tremble as she brought her hands to cover her face.
“Uh… shit,” Dustin muttered, fidgeting and unsure of how to respond. Star cried into her hands quietly. He looked to the other guys hovering his hand over her back with a ‘what the fuck do I do here?’ glance of desperation. “It’ll be uh-” Dustin didn’t want to lie and tell her it would be okay. Because it wasn’t. Eddie wasn’t graduating, he was stuck in hell for another year. He saw how upset Star was and knew she was holding it in. He couldn’t imagine how upset Eddie was. “This fucking sucks,” he said and let his hand go to her back. “I’m sorry, man.” he groaned.
“It’s… yeah,” she said, wiping her face with her sweater. “I’m just gonna…” she motioned away behind her.
“Yeah, you go do what you need to.” everyone nodded and murmured approval.
“Shit.” she stood still and said, looking out the window. “He drove me to school.” she sighed, only adding to her dejected appearance.
“I’ll take you home.” Jeff quickly added and he felt his chest hurt from the look she gave him of appreciation.
“You sure?” she sniffled, wiping her nose with her cuff.
“Yeah, it’s no problem at all.” he insisted with a nod and weak smile.
“Thanks.” she swallowed and walked away with an unusual gate as if she was a zombie.
“He even left her at school. Shit. It’s gotta be bad.”
“I can’t believe he failed. He really tried. I know he’s said he’s tried before but he really did this year.”
“Shit.”
“Fuck.”
“Poor Star.”
“Poor Eddie.” was the general consensus as she had so much to lose from this happenstance.
-
Instead of home, Star asked Jeff to take her to Eddie’s, she couldn’t stand the thought of him being alone and upset. He understood and wished her luck.
The door wasn’t locked, which was the first bad sign. She let herself in and heard the unsettling nothingness in the trailer. Eddie always had music on. She could hear her footsteps on the carpet, soft and unsettling as she approached his room. The light was on, she could hear his bed moving, she figured he’d heard her come in. She stood out of sight but he could see her in his dresser mirror. He watched her take a deep breath, tucking her hair back and wiping her cheeks clear of evidence she’d been crying. She didn’t want to further upset him.
“I can see you. Just come in already.” he groaned. She did as instructed, eyes already so apologetic he looked away immediately. “Don’t.” he shook his head, sitting on the edge of his bed with his elbows on his knees, his face red and swollen from crying. “Don’t look at me like that.”
“I’m not- I don’t-” she stuttered and stood with her hands fidgeting in front of her chest, looking at them instead. “I’m sorry.” she whispered.
“Don’t do that either.” he griped. Too emotionally exhausted to hide her emotions she let her shoulders fall and her eyes roll.
“I don’t know what you want me to do I just walked in.” she rasped out, giving away the intense level of sobbing she’d done.
“You’re looking at me like they’re all going to.” he snapped. “With pity.” he spat out.
“I’m looking at you like I’m sorry because I know what this means. And…I love you and I don’t want you upset. It’s not pity. This fucking sucks but… it is what it is and I’m not here to make you feel worse about it. I’m here to try to make you feel better.” she let the hurt out in her voice, her small hands in fists at her sides, expecting a fight. He saw her stiffen, her flushed cherub face set into the expectancy for violence and he felt even worse for it.
“I’m… shit. I’m sorry, baby.” he slouched and looked back at her face, her eyes flicked to his, brighter for a moment. “I’m just… fuck!” he shouted as she jumped. “Sorry! I’m just I’m so fucking… EVERYTHING right now!” his fists shook in front of him as his chest huffed and puffed. “I’m so fucking mad and then I’m so upset. I’m sad and depressed as shit and I’ve got all these voices in my head telling me horrible shit and I can’t make them stop.” he shook his head and held it in his hands.
“I know, baby.” she whispered and stepped towards him.
“What did I expect really?” he scoffed and looked away, eyes full of tears. “I can’t do it. I just can’t. Three fucking times? I’m a failure. I should just accept it.” he gritted out and tears began to fall.
“No you’re not!” she got on her knees in front of him, hesitant to touch him as he was so twitchy and amped up.
“I am! Why are you with me, Star?” he asked with bloodshot eyes. “I’m a fucking idiot. I can’t graduate high school. Even when I do try! I really fucking tried, Star, I did, I swear!” his lip trembled and he hid his face in his hands, shoulders shaking as he let it out in another wave of disappointment.
“I love you. That’s why.”
“That’s not a reason.” he said defensively, staring at the ground and running a hand through his hair.
“You are smart. You know intelligence isn’t measured by some stupid test.”
“It’s the only kind that seems to matter!” he croaked, another sob breaking out, no longer hiding his face from her.
“Not in the long run.” she said quietly.
“What? AFTER high school? There is no after high school for me, Star? I’m stuck in hell, in some time loop that I can’t escape. It’s a fucking nightmare! Every year I get my hopes up and every year I fucking fail. I’m so stupid! Stupid for trying, stupid for thinking I could. Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!” he gathered his hands and hit himself in the head and that’s when she intervened. She grabbed his wrists and tore them down, holding them with all her strength as she fought him.
“EDDIE STOP IT!” she screamed into his face, breaking him out of his cycle of self-loathing. He blinked, surprised at the screech so loud and close. “You are NOT stupid! You are NOT a failure! And you’re not alone! Okay?” she took a deep breath and caught herself before she got to sobbing again. “I’m here. If you have to repeat until you’re 30 I’m fucking HERE you got it?” his face fell, eyes wide and body losing its tension. “It’s one test. It’s okay. We can figure this out. There’s… options… there’s…” he watched her face try so hard, his eyes going soft, feeling her grip still hard on him despite him no longer fighting her. She really did love him.
“Star?” his voice was unexpectedly quiet and it made her startle out of her flow of thought. He took a good long stretch of silence and swallowed dryly, clearing his throat just looking at her face, seeing her pulse in her neck at how worked up she was. “You can let go of my wrists.” She flinched back like he’d burned her, she hadn’t even realized. He rubbed them as she sat back on her feet between his legs.
“Sorry. I… didn’t realize I was still…” she let her shaking white-knuckled hands plop into her lap.
“Thank you.” he reached down after tending to his pinched wrists to take her hands into his.
“I’m not going to let you hurt yourself.” she said with the most pitiful downturn of her mouth.
“Thank you,” he said again, pulling her against him and holding her. “I’m sorry. This is just… the worst thing that’s happened in a long time. And I really fucking tried, babe. You know I did. I didn’t wanna fail you.”
“You didn’t fail me,” she snuggled their heads together, squeezing around his neck. “I know you tried. I do.” she nodded. For a long while they sat and held each other in silence. Their hearts syncing and calming. “I really thought you’d pass,” she added supportively. “You knew that extra credit essay. We talked about it a lot. You did it right?”
“Yeah, of course, I wrote the whole damn page full.” he let out a small chuckle.
“How bad was it?” she pulled away to put her hands to his cheeks and soothe his angry skin.
“I… I saw a 5 and just… blacked out. I don’t even know what the other number was, to be honest.”
“Maybe it’s high enough to ask for extra credit? Or maybe… if you could take it again? It’d be worth a shot.”
“I highly doubt that old bat would let me.”
“Would you try?” she asked, moving her head into his wandering line of sight.
“For you.” he nodded.
“Do it for both of us.” she kissed him softly. “Where is your test?” she released him and turned to find his backpack.
“It’s in my bag.” he motioned loosely and fell back onto the bed. Star stood and found his bag, the crumpled test at the top of the pile.
“Shit. 58. So close.” she whispered, shaking her head.
“You what’s really sad? That's the best I’ve ever done on her final.” he laughed but it was distinctly unhinged. Star flipped through the pages, the last one was his essay, a few marks in red pen, but on the very back was a small note.
“Demonstrated a clear, multi-dimensional understanding of the subject matter. That’s nice at least.” Star read with a smile. In not red pen in the lower portion was a scribble of numbers, and a 68 circled. Star’s heart stopped. “Full credit! First time for everything!” the snarky comment read underneath. The numbers were to add the extra credit score to his grade. “You finished out strong, Eddie. Proud of you.” she said with tears already in her eyes.
“Psh. Nothing strong about failing.”
“Eddie.” Star huffed out, tears falling as her cheeks rose and she started to laugh.
“What?” he grumped, laying on the bed unmoving.
“Eddie.” she said again, her laugh growing, tears kept falling as she stepped forward.
“What?” he asked again louder sitting up. He’s met with her hand holding the back of the test up towards him. He groaned and snatched it with a sigh. “Did she write go fuck yourself on it too? Is that why you’re laughing?” he snarked looking down at it with narrow eyes. His face went from scrunched to stretched slowly, his eyes as large as she’d ever seen them. “Demonstrated understanding…” he muttered, slowly standing as Star stepped back nodding, her hands to her mouth as she started to bounce in place. “First time for….” Eddie lost his voice, looking to Star and then back at the paper. “She… the extra credit??” he managed to jumble out. “PROUD OF YOU?!!” He screamed, throwing the paper down as Star mimicked him, both letting out the built-up negativity as he lunged and squeezed her at the waist, picking her up and jumping up and down.
“YOU PASSED EDDIE!” she squealed and held on as he shook her, making her dizzy. “Put me down I’ll get sick!” she giggled and he did so immediately.
“I FUCKING DID IT??” he scrambled to find the paper he’d thrown, on all fours on the floor like an animal. “I DID IT!!!” on his knees he sat and lunged back with his fists to the sky. “I PASSED! HOLY FUCKING SHIT!” he gutturally screamed, bent at the waist.
“You’re gonna graduate babe!” Star was sobbing, but they were happy tears.
“WE are gonna graduate! Together! We’re getting the fuck out Star, holy shit.” he jumped up and grabbed her face, and kissed her hard. “We’re getting out baby. I fucking did it. I promised. I kept my promise. We did it. I did it.” he kept muttering, pecking her lips noisily.
“You did it.” she managed to get out between presses. “I knew you could do it. Don’t ever doubt yourself, Eddie. You’ve got proof. A PROUD of you from O’Connel? Seriously? That’s legendary!”
“I know!” he screamed again, still bouncing. “We’re gonna graduate and we’re gonna have a party. And we’re gonna start the rest of our lives together, Star. This is it. It’s finally happening. This is the beginning of the rest of our lives. We can do anything!” he shouted with excited tears. “Thank you so much, baby.” he grabbed her face hard and kissed her again. “Thank you for helping me.”
“Of course. I knew you could do it, smarty pants. Now we can enjoy the rest of our final senior year.”
“The last one. Again.” he threw his head back and laughed. “Holy shit. It really is the last time.”
-
Star puffed away at her cigarette in one hand, a fresh mountain dew from the vending machine in the other. She leaned against the cold stone wall outside the school, directly in the light of a lamp trying to let the temperature change and brightness give her enough energy to get through the last half of this campaign.
“Hey,” Eddie says, peeking out the door into the back of the theatre to everyone else who had already filed back in after their intermission. “Has Star been acting weird to you guys?” he asked in a hushed voice, standing by the door so he could keep a lookout.
"Only always.” Gareth chuckled.
“I”m serious. Have you not noticed? She’s had 3 mountain dews and she’s still yawning. She’s told me not to come over like 4 times in the past week because she’s busy. She’s not working, I went and looked. But she’s not home. There’s nothing left to worry about with school. I don’t know what’s going on.”
“Maybe it’s her art stuff? She gets in those moods where she won’t shut up about it.”
“But she’s not talking about it.”
“Right.”
“You don’t think she’s…” Eddie gulped and they all saw the worry on his face and they felt guilt wash over them, eyes darting to one another for a game plan.
“She’s definitely NOT cheating on you, dude. Don’t even let that cross your mind.” Dustin said loudly and quickly and Eddie nodded.
“I know. I know that.” he rubbed his face. “I just… can’t help but consider all possibilities.”
“Trait of any good DM.”
“Maybe ask her?” Jeff said as the other frowned at him, he shrugged, at a loss.
“Maybe she’s pregnant.” Gareth joked.
“Don’t even joke about that dude.” Eddie’s eyes went wide. “I know she’s not.”
“Maybe she's just on the rag.”
“Yeah but… that isn’t the kind of different I mean.”
“She’s a girl. They get weird sometimes. If something’s wrong I’m sure she’ll tell you.” Dustin tried to motion Eddie back to the table.
“Yeah,” Eddie said with wandering eyes to the ground. “You’re probably right.” he said with a sigh.
-
“C’mon!” Star cackled as Eddie kept pulling her back toward him and kissing her neck.
“I’m trying to come on… you.” he snorted out into her neck as he squeezed her and she let out another laugh.
“You can after we get back.”
“Or we could now.” he sang and bit down on her shoulder.
“Eddie, baby, I know it’s your birthday and normally I’d let you have your way but I need my shoes for work tomorrow!”
“Go get them before work.”
“Steve’s house is all the way across town, I’m not gonna wanna do that before work. Hard enough to leave you as is.”
“Fine.” he groaned and threw his head back dramatically, letting his arms go limp, stomping with exaggerated bratty steps towards her car.
“Thank you!” she said with outstretched arms of approval. “It won’t take long.”
“I want Burger Hut.” he announces unprompted as they drove across town in Star’s car. Eddie’s van had suddenly stopped working and he couldn’t figure out why for the life of him. Which was highly unusual. Robbie offered to look at it at a local mechanic’s place so they could jack it up. What Eddie didn’t know was that was all happening at Star’s request.
“Burger Hut you shall have my liege.”
“I want extra onions.” he grinned. “And chili cheese fries.”
“Gonna be a treat kissing you tonight.”
“Gonna put garlic on a hot dog.” he chuckled. “And drink a big glass of milk!” he leaned in and made kissy noises at her face as she drove. She palmed his face and shoved him back into his seat with an amused smile.
“Whatever you want, stinky.”
“Would you seriously still make out with me if I had onion, garlic, milky chili meat breath?” he asked with narrowed eyes.
“On your birthday yes.”
“And I thought all my birthdays were bad.” he wiggled his brows and stuck out his tongue.
“Not this one. I told you. We’re gonna hang out and nothing bad is gonna happen on this one. The first of many.”
“What if I also got pickles?” he asked ignoring her sentiment, still focused on how gross he could get and still have her kiss him.
“Jesus Eddie.” she laughed and shook her head. “I love you and I’d kiss you with all those things AND morning breath. How’s that?”
“I think that’s practically a marriage proposal.” he chuckled and teased, reaching over to smooth her hair back to give her some physical affection. “Or grounds for marriage at the least. That’s dedication. That’s beyond the call of duty.”
“Aw, you gonna marry me, Eddie?” She teased and made kissy lips at him.
“I mean… I hope.” He said bashfully and looked away, she reached over to pinch his cheek.
“How could I not agree with you gallantly sacrificing your time to let me go get my shoes from Steve’s on your birthday? You’re a saint, Munson. A martyr.” she said with bravado that made him deeply smile, dimples visible out of the corner of her eyes.
“I am. Seeing as I’m a boyfriend who actually lets you hang out with other guys alone.”
“That’s a bit much. We trust each other, we trust Steve, you know nothing unsavory is going on between us.”
“You don’t have to say it, I know. I’m just giving you shit for getting naked at another guy's house.” Eddie smirked.
“Only if you’re there too, baby.” Star giggled.
“What's me being there have to do with anything?”
“To be so smart some of my sexual references really go over your head sometimes.” her shoulders shook with amusement. Eddie thought for a moment, eyes lazed and head tilted, facing out the front window trying to figure out what she said.
“Oh!” he let out a burst of laughter that made her jump. “This involves me being naked too I assume.”
“Mmm Hmm. And Steve.” she wiggled her brows and stuck her tongue out this time and Edie looked down and blushed. “I know you think he’s hot, babe. No shame in it.”
“Yeah he’s… yeah.” he flushed red in his cheeks and his fingers started picking at one another. “He’s very pretty, isn’t he? There’s handsome ya know, a guy has that rugged look to him. But then Steve is like… different.”
“He is pretty. He’s soft. He doesn’t have that gross male energy.”
“Hey!” Eddie took faux offense. Star rolled her eyes and shoved his thigh. “Yeah I’m kidding.” he grinned and let the thought ping around his head. “Have you ever… had a threesome? You joke about it all the time but… have you?”
“I have.” Star nodded.
“Really?” his eyes lit up. “Spill.” he clapped his hands.
“Well, we’re here so I’ll have to continue this on the road.” She grinned and nodded her head to Steve’s daunting house. Eddie bops out of the car. “It was with another girl and a guy. Kinda boring actually.” Star shrugged as Eddie walked shoulder-to-shoulder with her up the paved sidewalk.
“A threesome was boring? Jesus who are you?” he bumped her with his hip.
“I’d much rather have two guys and me. Now THAT sounds fun.” she cheesy grinned and raised her brows.
“Youd wanna… with…” Eddie’s brows lower and he nods to the door in front of them.
“I can say yes because that would never happen. That’s why I joke about it.” Star rang the doorbell.
“I mean he’s so pretty anyway, it’d basically be like two girls and a guy again right?” Eddie laughed and Star shared in it.
“Oh so you think Steve’s a bottom, huh?” she smirked and Eddie looked up in consideration.
“Hey!” Steve answered, his voice cracking.
“Hey, hun!” Star gave a wide closed mouth smile. “Me and the birthday boy reporting for duty.” she stepped to the side and Eddie was snapped out of his thought as he looked at Steve’s broadly smiling face.
“SURPRISE!” roared from the large entryway Steve stood in, Robin opening up the door next to him to show the usual suspects crowded together, some poppers were let off, and a little bit of confetti was thrown as Eddie froze.
“Happy Birthday, dick head!”
“Happy Birthday!”
“You’re old now! Congrats!” all came from the Hellfire club.
“You- I-” Edie stuttered eyes wide and in a defensive stance from the sudden loud noises.
“Surprise party, dude!” Steve chirped and slapped Eddie’s shoulder, he yanked him in, arm around his shoulder as he was brought into the room full of people happy to see him. “Happy Birthday, man.” Steve ruffled Eddie’s curls and Eddie’s face finally broke from shock. He let out a nervous laugh, straightening his hair.
“You did this?” He asked Star who was standing proud, already with a cliche party hat on her head.
“Of course I did!” she grinned.
“It was her idea. I took the party planning, as that was my specialty.” Steve said proudly with a hand to his chest.
“We went and got the food!” Dustin bounced.
“Star was the conductor,” Robin added in. “We were the orchestra.” she smiled.
“Babe.” Eddie said with a crooked smile. She swooped in and took his face into her hands.
“Happy Birthday baby.” she gave him a PG-level kiss. “Before you say anything you’re worth the trouble.” she tapped his nose and he blushed, she knew him too well. “We wanted to have a party for you and you graduating and just… everything. You deserve a big fuss to be made about you. I wanted you to know that.” she says these things quietly, giving him small tender kisses on his cheeks. His hands rest on her wrists as he fought back tears. “You’re not going to have a shitty birthday again as long as I’m around.” one last long press that he squeezed her against him.
“C’mon Munson!” Steve said as they pulled apart, knowing the importance of giving them their moment. “We’ve got a mixtape with your name on it!” he laughed. “I’m sure it’s full of questionable taste, but this food we have? There is nothing questionable about it!”
“It’s Burger Hut.” Star smirked as Eddie lit up like a child.
“Oh fuck yes, baby. You’re the best!” He grabbed her up and squeezed, her feet off the ground before adjusting and throwing her over his shoulder as she squealed from surprise.
“I knew it’d be the food that got him.” Star rolled her eyes but laughed.
He smacked her ass, then a bite and trotted into the living room where streamers and balloons littered the space. He indulged in a party just for him for the first time in his life. He’d never had a group of people come together, or balloons or streamers. He’d never had a decorated cake. Wayne had done his best, small homemade cakes and a couple of presents, letting him pick dinner that night. But this was equal to the amount of love he felt from the effort. It was huge. His inner child felt like a King. Little Eddie finally got the big birthday party he was always jealous of, denied he wanted, but longed for. And the night had just started.
Eddie croaked dramatically and leaned in toward Star with a wide open mouth, sharing his chili burger with extra onion and pickle breath.
“You said you’d kiss me. Regretting that now?” He said with a twist of his head right against hers.
“It’ll take more than that Munson.” She smiled and yanked him close by the shirt into a kiss. “Let’s go have a smoke.” She said before standing. Everyone was gathered in Steve’s living room, circled up and chattering. Metal was playing, a conquered dungeon laid out on the tables pressed together. The tv played an unwatched movie in the background. It was catered to Eddie’s tastes but there was something for everyone there. After the quick campaign the boys had thrown together was over the drinks came out and the food went for round two and everyone was a combination of full, tipsy, or content. The amount of movie knowledge stored in the heads of professionals and nerds alike gave plenty of ammunition for lively conversation. Eddie slapped his hand into Star's and was led out to the poolside with a dopey smile for the sight in front of him. He wasn’t drunk by any means but he was very happy and fuzzy. The company and circumstance only fueled that feeling.
“You having a good time still?” Star blew smoke out of the side of her mouth and tucked Eddie’s hair behind his ears. She had one beer when they got there and stopped.
“Are you?” He asked with high brows.
“Asked you first.” She smirked. “It’s your birthday I wanted to check in and make sure you’re having a good time still.”
“Speaking of.” He said stretching his arms and then putting one around her. “I don’t know how I couldn’t have a good time tonight.” He praised her efforts. “I noticed you were acting a little distant but not bad, ya know? But it makes sense now. You were planning.”
“Mmhmm” she smiled knowingly. “I wanted to give you what you deserved. Well, what I could manage. I couldn’t get Metallica tickets or get you a new guitar but I figured with how things had been going with us that focusing on things more… real would be better anyway.”
“Real?”
“Important? Non-material? I wanted to show you how much we loved you. How many people care about you. Seeing you upset when you thought you’d failed broke my heart. I wanted to make sure you felt special after that. You’ve got so much more going for you than you realize.”
“I know.” He smiled and stepped chest to chest, looking into her eyes with a bold gaze that didn’t falter away. “I’ve got those nerds that care about me.” He nodded inside. “And I’ve got you.” He kissed her softly. “I have friends who give a shit and I’m in love with the most amazing girl in the world and she for some reason loves me too.”
“I do. I want you to know that. Never doubt it. You’re loved and special and deserve the world, Eddie. I said I was going to convince you of it one day and I’m dammit I’m trying.” She grinned and comedically stomped her foot.
“Keep this up and one day you’ll succeed.” He leaned in, classically cupping her cheek before kissing her slowly. “I love you.”
“I love you.”
“Thank you for this. For everything.”
“Don’t mention it. I’m glad you’ve had a good time.”
“I have.” He nodded, nose to hers. “And not that I’m not still having a good time but… I was wondering when you wanted to go home. I didn’t want to leave too soon. But I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t aching to get you alone.”
“The night doesn’t end after the party.” She giggles and put her arms around his neck to pull him close. “I’ve got some more surprises for you.”
“I bet you do.” He cooed teasingly and grabbed a handful of ass and kissed her deeper. “My sweet thoughtful baby. Taking care of me. Being drop-dead gorgeous. I’m the luckiest son of a bitch alive.” He grinned and picked her up by the heft of her cheeks and spun her. “You make me so happy Star. Shit. Do you know that? I mean seriously? Do you?”
“This the beers or you taking?”
“Shut up you know it’s me.” He laughed and set her down.
“I do.” She hummed happily. “I try Eddie I really do. I want you to feel how happy you make me. I want to share that. I want you to heal in the same ways you’ve helped me heal. I want to be better with you. You make me wanna be better.” She admitted so freely that Eddie’s stomach hurt.
“I’m nobody baby.” He said it with a smile. Her eyes grew serious and held his face in her hands, bringing him to her.
“You are someone to a lot of people. All the people in there tonight and more.” She spoke softly and caresses his cheek with her thumb, he softened under her touch, slouching to her level. “ And you’re everything to me.” She swore with a whisper to his lips.
“Babe I…” he sighed and held her close again. “I love you. You- I don’t-“ he huffed not knowing what to say. She stopped his rambling with a kiss.
“Happy Birthday Eddie.” She said as she pulled away. “I love you.”
“You’re - more than everything to me Star you’re the whole fuckin universe. You're the moon and the planets and the stars! You’re the whole Milky Way and all the others and the black holes and the aliens and- You’re this reality and all the ones around it! All the evil versions and the opposite versions and the ones in the past and the ones in the future and the ones happening now and everything into infinity to me.” He rambled in his special way, communicating in a distinctly whimsical aloof way that Star found to be the most charming act to exist every time it happened. “I know I’m dramatic and shit but… I mean it. You’re it. All of it. There’s…” he shakes his head to get rid of the heavy emotions forming as tears in his tipsy eyes. “There’s no me without you anymore.” He seemed unsure, mostly about whether he got his point across. He had.
“No there’s not. Because there is no you and me anymore is there? It’s only us.” She smiled. “We don’t have to ever be alone again.” She sighed heavily, closing her eyes and letting the feeling wash over her.
He smiled weakly, sentiment heavy in his gentle touch and eyes. “You feel like… home now. Ya know?” She nodded. “Where I’m supposed to be. Where I’m safe and cared for. Like it always should’ve been.” The hurt flashes in his eyes, Remnants of that broken little boy she was trying so hard to reach with her plans today.
“And it always will be now. I promise.” She took her hand into his and squeezed. “I’ll try forever to give you the love you deserve. The love you need now and the love you needed then. I wanna be that for you. I love you enough to love you now and in the past.” She chuckled and he squeezed her hands back.
“I love you doesn’t feel like enough. But I love you. So much. Too much probably!” He huffed out a laugh and wiped away a stray tear that finally fell. “But I don’t ever plan on stopping. Even when I’m dead okay? And if I die before you I’ll come back as a ghost and guess what? Still gonna love you!” He said with a childlike happiness and his signature playfulness that helped her inner child heal too.
“You already watch me sleep so it wouldn’t be that much different really.” She teased.
“I can’t help it! You’re like a little fuckin Christmas ornament angel when you’re asleep!” He laughed and squeezed her tight to him, burying his face in her neck. “Love you.” He mumbled. She rubbed his back and kissed his shoulder where she was shoved into currently.
“Love you too baby.”
“I don’t uh- don’t mean to interrupt but we’ve got some visitors.” Steve braved the dreaded breaking up of whatever had been going on between that the others had been whispering about inside.
“Second surprise of the night.” Star smiled as Eddie released her from his vice arms.
“More?”
“Before you ask it’s not strippers.” Steve grinned.
“I mean it did cross my mind.” Eddie let out a dumb chuckle.
“Maybe for the bachelor party, huh?” Steve wiggled his brows and it made Eddie unexpectedly blush, following in behind Star.
“You got a side job I should know about Stevie?” He heard Star snort with amusement. SteveE rolled his eyes and shoved Eddie back in by the shoulder.
“Uh-huh. Use those speedos from high school for work. Getting my money's worth out of them.”
“You’d make a killing Steve. Don’t joke about that.” Eddie laughed a little too loudly but Star blushed at the compliment.
“Would be a tax write-off?” Robin wondered aloud as they passed her on the couch, thinking out loud having had Steve's rants about his father's bitching about things that didn't matter pop into her head.
“Anything is if you have the right accountant.” Steve snorted at his jab.
“What the hell are you two doing here?” Eddie said with wide arms and reached in to take his Uncle into his arms.
“Good to see you too Eddie.” Wayne said with warm crinkled eyes.
“AND Robbie? How is the plant running with you two here?” Eddie joked as Robbie had to hug back the very friendly new member of the family. Or he considered him that anyway.
“Waiting to get the call it’s on fire any minute.” Robbie grinned.
“We’re merely delivery men tonight.”
“For what?” Eddie asked with a crooked show of lip in confusion.
“Close your eyes Eddie.” Star stepped in between him and the door.
“Really? When I spend the night in the ER because I fell and curb stomped myself I'm gonna remind you of this.” He gave her a smirk and then shut them.
“If that happens you have full permission to tell me you told me so.”
“Noted.” He nodded sharply. He felt her soft hands slip into his, heard the sound of the door opening.
“They’re actually closed right?” Star asked.
“Cross my heart.” Eddie swore and swiped across his chest.
“Okay, a few small steps. There we go. Alright, stop please.” She said with a lovely sing-song to her voice.
“Steve?” She shouted and lights could be seen behind his eyelids. “Thanks!” She gave him the thumbs up as he jogged down the sidewalk to join the others. “It’s just the floodlights on the house so you can see.” She said quietly to ease Eddie and she saw the recognition on his face. “We all pitched in on this. There weren’t any presents at the party and this is why. Like I’ve griped about the entire time you’ve known me, paint isn’t cheap.” She sighed and released his hands, motioning for everyone to step back. “Open your eyes.” She said with a smile as bright as the floodlights.
He fluttered them open to find himself near the road, centered in on his van. It took a few seconds to realize it was his.
“This is-?”
“Uh-huh.” Star bounced and nodded. “She’s all fixed up.”
“She? You??” He pointed and gawked with a trademark lack of grace in his behavior that Star found endearing.
“All that’s why I had to keep you away a few nights. I went to the shop and painted it.”
“You did this??” He shouted, walking closer to the van as if it might jump at him at any moment.
“We had enough for paint but not the labor.” Gareth said moving to stand beside him.
It was Eddies Van alright, but it shines like a diamond. A new coat of paint was everywhere with it scrubbed and waxed until it was almost a mirror finish. On the side, a huge fantasy mural was airbrushed. A wizard akin to Gandolf pointed his staff with lightning shooting out over a lush green landscape of hills, valleys, and water. A dragon on the other end wrapped in sparks and fire. The coloring was like the Ride the Lightning album cover. Star had been heavily inspired by it. He walked up to get a closer look, almost touching it with his hands but then jerking them away. It was too pretty to touch. The deep almost black color of the body blended so well.
“It’s sealed!” Star laughed at his jerky reaction. “You can touch it, it’s all dry and road ready.”
“You did this?” He asked again.
“Me and your old man painted the body. Star here did the artwork and scrubbed her all up.”
“It’s so metal.” He whispered.
“Get on in there and look.” Wayne motioned for him to look inside as he held a back door open.
“Holy shit!” Eddie shouted and clumsily jumped in. For once, the light in the top of the van was working. He’d busted it years ago with their band equipment. It illuminated a new navy interior, scrubbed clean, his upholstery a new shade of light gray from a good vacuum wash. Inside was a large trunk he immediately kneeled in front of and looked inside.
“We bolted her down so it wouldn’t slide around on ya.” Wayne said with proud eyes. “Your girl did the upholstery on the top.”
“You don’t have to hunt for your cables and stuff now! They can all go in here!” Star climbed in and the rest were still looking at the painted outside. Gareth however was interested in the potential for moving band equipment with this new setup. “There’s some mesh on the sides so you can shove stuff in there. It was super simple.” She said like it was nothing. “The guys helped a lot. I finished it off. I did add the lock on the chest tho. If it’s locked, the police have to get a warrant to look in it.” She winked and the rest of the guys laughed. Except for Eddie. He stared at her, watching her explain with bright eyes and animated hands. He grabbed her face and kissed her, her still mid-word as he did so.
“I think he likes it.” Wayne laughed and looked at Robbie.
“You’re amazing,” he said shaking Star’s head, her cheeks mushed between his hands. He pulled her face into his chest and squeezed it as she laughed. “This means you KNEW!” he pointed at Gareth and Jeff peeking from around the corner.
“Yeah.” Gareth cheesed.
“You lied!” Eddie said dramatically but unseriously.
“I’m more afraid of what Star would’ve done if I’d ruined the surprise than what you’d do if I lied to you so…” he weighed imaginary objects in his hands.
“Smart man.” Robbie chuckled.
“And before you start, because I know how you are, we didn’t spend any more money than on paint for this.” Wayne clarified with a pointed finger at his nephew. “That little angel will sell herself short but she put the work in on this. We just brought the van to the shop.”
“I know a couple of guys from work and they let us use their equipment after hours. We painted the base and she did the rest.”
“I didn’t drill in the brackets!” she said loudly, muffled still by force in Edie’s chest.
“Oh yes how I could forget. The most time-consuming part of the whole thing.” Robbie rolled his eyes.
“This is why you’re been so tired? You’ve been staying up doing this?” He let her up to breathe and she grumbled and fixed her hair.
“Yeah. I think it was worth it though. It looks badass.” she smiled proudly.
“It is very metal.” he nodded in the affirmative.
“Motor’s all tuned up if you wanna take her out for a spin.” Robbie tossed the keys at Eddie who fumbled but caught them.
“Only way he knows how to drive is spin.” Jeff joked.
“Well I am NOT going to be doing donuts at… 11:25 at night I can tell you that.” Eddie looked at his watch. “Wouldn’t mind driving it though.” he turned to look into the front cabin.
“If you all wanna head out you’re welcome to. Don’t let us keep you love birds.” Steve appeared with arms crossed over his chest behind the kid's rubbernecking from the back bumper.
“I don’t wanna leave my party. That’d be rude.” Eddie said with a pushed-back chin. “Would that be rude?” he turned his head to ask Star.
“You’re the birthday boy you can do whatever you want.” Steve said with a warm smile.
“I guess we can head back. Is that good?” he asked the many sets of blinking eyes on him.
“Go on home.” Wayne threw a hand.
“I’ll drive your car back in, kid.” Robbie added with a nod to his little sister.
“We’re picking up a late-late shift anyway. We’ll see ya in the morning.” Wayne nodded and Eddie shared the mirrored gesture.
“Thanks Wayne.” Eddie beamed a smile that Wayne had worked so hard to earn all these years. One full of appreciation and love.
“I guess you’re worth it.” he winked and mosied out of sight with Robbie.
“See you Monday old man!” Dustin grinned.
“Threw your bag in the front.” Max nodded to Star.
“You’re my favorite.” Star grinned.
“I know. I’m the best.” Max smirked and rolled her eyes beginning to shut the doors to move along the process.
“Night!”
“Thanks, you guys. You don’t suck!” Eddie shouted and slid his face near the closing gap of the back doors before they shut.
“You still do!”
“Happy Birthday!” could be heard from the other side of the metal.
“Now.” he turned to Star with a pep in his shoulders. He tossed the keys into the air and snatched them. “Let’s see what this baby can do.”
Seeing what it could do was simply driving back to Eddie’s house, but the level of shine and cleanliness made it practically a new vehicle for him.
“It’s not as wobbly.” he said shifting his shoulders.
“Tightened everything up.” she nodded. “I had a few more ideas for things we could do with it. Figured over the summer we could save up and make some upgrades?”
“Yeah?” his eyes were surprisingly soft as he flipped his face her way for a few brief moments before returning his eyes to the road.
“I got a cute sheet set at the salvation army for the mattress. Maybe something to hold it in place in the back might be nice. Some little inserts or something. I thought we could take a trip over the summer. So I figured real sheets would be nice.” she let out a soft huff of a laugh.
“Like a road trip?”
“Yeah!” she perked up. “We can fit all kinds of shit in here. Maybe we could go to some concerts? Have a little fun before the cold sets in and life gets real.”
“The infamous summer after high school.” his smile was as bright as his headlights against the dark.
“You know… Eddie I’ve been wanting to talk about what we might wanna do after-” Star picked at her nails, eyes down.
“Nu-uh!” he shook his finger in her face. “You know my rule! No talking about post-graduation plans until AFTER graduation. I’m not jinxing it.” he said with high brows seriously, but with his usual comedic delivery.
“Okay.” she nodded and chewed her lip. “Then how about you pick the first tape to listen to and take us back to your place?”
“My place?”
“Yeah. It’s your birthday, your house. We’re gonna have a nice relaxing time tonight that’s all about you so I want you in your space.”
“All about me huh? Now those are plans I’m willing to talk about!” He clapped his hands and rubbed them together before slapping them back to the wheel. “What’s the game plan, sweetheart?”
Star held off on explaining her plan in more detail until they were back at his home.
“You know what’s fuckin' nice as shit?” Eddie says, down to his bottom layer of t-shirt and boxers, completely at ease. His lip curled up in enthusiasm, he bent at the waist awkwardly, leaning toward Star who hadn’t yet stripped down, still in jeans, a shirt, and cardigan.
“The words you use?” Star chuckled as he let his weight move him toward her, to the balls of his feet, putting his arms on her shoulders.
“Thanks”. He gave a bashful smile before his thoughts quickly shifted again. “I was gonna say coming home to you.”
“It’s your birthday, I’m supposed to say sweet things to you.”
“You have. But I’ve got more.” He gave a deep closed-lip smile, shrinking his eyes. “It’s more of an observation if you will. Getting to come to you at the end of the day. You’re always there and it’s just so fuckin' nice. And you’ll make me feel better if I need it and you feed me and I get to press my body up against yours in a warm bed and fuck it’s just so nice.” He says with total confidence and comfort in his sentiment. There was no shyness for his needs and wants between them now. Star had been enjoying seeing the layers peel back to see Eddie at his core. Who he was when he was alone. No filter on his mouth that loves to ramble. She got Eddie Munson acoustic so to speak. Stripped down and raw. Turns out he was even more of a sap than she knew.
“It is. I agree. Getting to cuddle up with you at night is the high point of my day sometimes.” She chuckled softly. He kissed her cheek and squeezed her, pressing her flat against him.
“And what plans do you have before we get to do that?” He asked with his nose against hers.
“Well birthday boy,” she began with a grin before nipping at this nose and turning to get something out of her purse. “I want you nice and relaxed, okay? I happened to make this recently, so you can use it tonight. It’ll make you nice and calm.” With a lowered brow he looked at the bar now in his hand. “I have a ton of it, I used it last night. It’s great. You have to make soap in big batches so lots of people are gonna get it as a gift.” He raised it to his nose to sniff. “It’s got lavender and chamomile and all sorts of nice things. It’ll soften you right up.” She squeezed his biceps.
“I’m taking a shower first?”
“Uh-huh. You’re gonna wash off this emotionally heavy day. Like the ritual baths I do. Not gonna leave any place untouched.” She cooed.
"Those baths have worked well before." he smirked.
“Yes, they have. And they're going to tonight too. You’re not gonna let any bad energy hang on anywhere. Gonna scrub behind your ears,” she giggled and tucked his hair back as he smiled down at her doting on him. Gonna get between your cute cheeks.” She reaches back to grab his ass and he giggled. “Not even under these big heavy balls.” She ran a hand down his crotch and got a soft handful of him. He shuddered and sighed, shoulders slumping. “Got it?” She asked, rolling her fingers around his balls as his eyes fluttered from the good feeling.
“Yes ma’am.” He gave a goofy smile.
“I’m gonna take good care of you tonight baby. Gonna make you feel so good you won’t know what to do with yourself.” She tip-toed up to kiss him softly.
“What are you gonna do?” He gave a dreamy smirk.
“We’re gonna have some fun. I plan on pleasing you. Loving you up. Some worship. It’s all about you tonight.”
“Happy Birthday to me.” He let out a deep dumb chuckle.
“Go get cleaned up handsome. I’ll be right here.”
“You sure you don’t wanna join me?” He offered, looking over his shoulder from the doorway.
“I’ll be setting up in here. Don’t worry about me. This is about you.” She said perkily with a nod. He nodded, a little bashful from the insistence on his importance before moving into the bathroom.
The room was a different experience when he walked back in. Stars decor had bled over into his, mainly in the form of incense and candles. He hadn’t minded so much, it made everything smell better. She’d lit the few candles he had to give the room a romantic ambiance. A scarf over a lamp changed the light in the room to something cool-toned and relaxing from its usual yellow tinge. A nice nest of pillows were stacked on the bed and the part Eddie couldn’t take his eyes off of was Star in the middle of it all. She’d dressed down into a unique color for her, white. A small cropped tank top with thin straps and material covered her top half and white panties that looked to be a few sizes too small, eaten up by her ass and darling clam puss covered her bottom. Eddie stood and stared with no fear of the repercussions.
“Mmm,” he grunted with a sleepy smile on his face. “Hi.” He let out an awkward laugh as she walked towards him, joint and lighter in hand.
“Hi.” She let out a chest-shaking laugh. “How's the shower?”
“Not as good as this.” He took the joint into his mouth as she gingerly placed it and lit it for him. “Smelled amazing though.”
“Good.” She bounced and walked over to the bed. The low sounds of Zeppelin floated around the background. “Smoke and dry off if you want and then lay down on your tum for me.” She stood with her hands clasped and waited patiently.
“My tum?” He grinned, a bit patronizing. “You’re the cutest thing to ever exist.” He walked over in just his towel and kissed her, smoke from his nostrils like a dragon.
“I’d prefer you naked too if you don’t mind.” She cooed and trailed her finger along the top of the towel around his slender waist.
“I could say much the same.” He smirked behind two fingers holding the joint.
“I’ve got a reason for wearing this, don’t worry. If you’re good maybe I’ll get naked later.”
“I don’t have to be good tonight.” He gave a deep chuckle to remind her of whose day it was.
“No, but I think you’ll wanna be.” Her confidence was clear and he held up two hands in succession, joint bobbing from his full smiling lips.
“Consider me intrigued.” he said with a shake of his head and the same smug grin. He kept eye contact with her, daring her to look away as he casually tossed away the towel he was wearing. The smile that grew across her face gave him all he needed to feel an actual sense of confidence and not the mask of false bravado he was so used to performing with.
“Get on this bed and let me get my hands on you.” she slapped his hip and stepped out of the way, watching his lean body with lustful eyes. It was starting to grow into itself and losing its gangliness the older he got, she’d noticed little changes in it over the time they’d been together. She found herself excited to see what would come in the next year, and the one after that, and the ones after that. She sighed and took in the strong but svelte vision to hold it as a memory. The day had been full of moments she’d stopped and stored away. His first birthday with them together, the first big gift and the look on his face, the first surprise party. And she was looking forward to snapping a mental picture of another first coming for him tonight.
“Would you like to tell me now what’s going on since I’ve blindly trusted you to give you my back, completely defenseless and buck ass naked?” he grumbled, cheek mushed into a pillow he punched to fluff and snuggled his head into.
“First,” she started and plucked a bottle from his bedside table she’d brought over. “I planned on giving you a massage.” she got on her knees on the bed and straddled his hips.
“Fancy.” he mumbled.
“I’ve got some of my oils and I’m gonna put them on you okay? If they’re cold I’m sorry.” she squirted a healthy dose into her hands and rubbed them together, a few drops plinking down onto his skin. He jumped a little and she giggled, wiping away the cold droplets with warm palms, gliding effortlessly across the plane of his back. She leaned her weight in, pushing up the sides of his spine and to his shoulders. An involuntary long grown escaped him. “You’ve needed this for a while. You’re full of knots, you’re so tense all the time.”
“From carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders.” he said as if it were an unmistakable fact.
“Of course, a cursed human to carry the burden of the world’s woes.” she cooed and kept to her task of kneading him like dough.
“I’m so glad you get it, babe.” he nodded with no crack in his face for the joke, but Star smiled enough for them both. She worked guttural sounds and higher pitched sounds of surprise at pops and cracks out of him slowly and methodically. He mumbled various swears and approvals, as she pressed against every freckle and scar, thumbs digging into the lines of his muscles as she enjoyed the feel and view.
“You really are beautiful.” she sighed out as the noises began to come less frequently, his body went limp, and lips pooched out.
“Don’t lie to me on my birthday, you’re supposed to be nice, not make-up shit.” he chuckled and she slapped his bare ass cheek and he jumped, face bright and laughing before burying it into the pillow.
“I’m not.” she insisted, another deep push up his spine, another groan released. When her hands reached his now well-rubbed shoulders, she pushed his hair out of the way and leaned against him fully, stroking his hair back and kissing his shoulder. This got an immediately heavy exhale of a jumble of swear words out of him. “I wouldn’t be wet from just touching you if I didn’t believe it.” she whispered into his ear and he whined, his face mushing into something precious and weary from her arousing words.
“I didn’t believe you when you said that sucking my dick got you wet. But you proved me wrong. So as much as I’d like to tell you to prove it, I’m inclined to believe you this time.” his smile deepened into a dimple, smug but happy.
She scoot down, straddling his thigh and pressing her center against him, she humped her hips against the back of his thigh, and he felt the slick slide first, then as she rose he felt the cold air hit the evidence on his skin.
“Ugh. You’re so fuckin…ugh. That’s so sexy, Star.” his eyes were shut, and he couldn’t see her but the act itself made his cock stir, pressed against the mattress.
“Because you’re so sexy,” she said with a sweet turn. “Gonna move to the rest of you now, kay?” he heard the slick slap of more oil to her hands, she slapped down two hands to his cheeks and made him jump and immediately laugh. “Had to.” she said as an excuse.
“Mmm Hmm. Involuntary. I understand.” he nodded.
“I’m so glad you get it, babe.” she mocked his earlier words and his shoulder shook with amusement as he pushed his face into the pillow, burying the sounds coming from him as he had no clue that his hips and glutes were so tight.
“No wonder you like me grabbing your hips this feels amazing.” he eventually rose his head to share. She squeezed his hips bones, fingers sinking into the deep V that led down his front. His hips bucked involuntarily, he didn’t really give a shit what he did anymore, being pampered like this felt too good. He understood why rich people spent their money on having people do this to them now. It would be worth every penny.
“I feel like it’s my birthday getting to play this cute little tush of yours.” she giggled, something happy and bright, and it made Eddie’s chest feel fuzzy. “I get why you like man-handling mine so much.” she did as he had to her countless times now, hands splayed, thumbs pressing deep circles into the meat of her, cheeks spreading with every pass as they moved inward, opening him up to see the way he was pieced together in a new way. The almost black hair she was intimately familiar with in other areas spread to the rest of him, his legs soft and fuzzy, less wiry than higher up as she ran a thumb on the sides of his puckered hole, seeing him seize and squeak at the touch. Before he could interject she’d moved to give his balls a warm embrace, then onto his upper thighs she went.
“Oop!” he jumped a little at the surprise touch. “Buy me dinner first.” he laughed, looking back at her, finding her face soft, lip bitten, the oil had soaked into the white of her clothes slightly, making parts transparent as they clung to her like a second skin. A deep groan replaced the high-pitched surprise as her eyes rolled up to meet his.
“I’ve done far more than that.” she gave a seductive smile, a deeper, full voice from her chest humming out and moving across his body like her hands did.
“True.” he flopped back down and nodded. His legs twitched as she worked them over, apologizing if his feet tickled too much as she rubbed them. He was again a puddle, a nice intermission from the sexual tension for a moment before he felt her lips on his skin again. A satisfied moan left him, mouthy kisses with tongue trailing up his calves, his thighs. Carrying over the arch of his ass where she took a bite out of him and his smile told her he knew it was part of their love language now. Up his back she moved, he felt the weight and drag of her tits against him, grunting at the realization. Then he felt hard nipples as she teased up his back. He took a deep inhale, enjoying the attention. He shifted his hips as she ran them down his back, and to his delight back up again. “Fuck that’s nice.” he eventually sounded off his approval.
“Feels good for me too.” her voice light and breathy over his skin. “Can I work on the front now, baby?” she asked, tucking his hair back and kissing his cheek.
“If I can move you’re MORE than welcome to.” a satisfied hum of a job well done from her as the warmth of her body left his. To his surprise, before he could brace himself to turn himself over she did the work for him, turning him to his back. “Or you can manhandle me. That is also an option.” he smiled, rubbing his face out of the trance it’d been in.
“Was that good? Your sounds tell me, yes but I wanna hear it.”
“That might’ve been the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” he grinned, being corny but honest. “I feel like I should look like an action figure you stuck in the microwave.” His comparison made her laugh, his eyes on her chest as it shook. She looked down to find him half hard and was tempted to grab at him already, but she refrained. He saw the consideration in her eyes before she threw her leg over his hips, his almost soft shaft now nestled right between her ass cheeks. A deep grunt she was more familiar with followed, as she’d expected.
“Good. I wanted to make you feel good tonight.”
“You make me feel good every night, baby.” he smiled as his hands rest on her slick thighs from the oil from his body.
“You’re very sweet but I wanted tonight to be special. You deserve to get pampered like a princess, so that’s what I plan on doing.”
“Call me whatever you want, I feel too good to care.” he let his head fall back, his chest full and thrumming from amusement. He felt her reach for the bottle again, finding a little less oil this time as she splayed his chest, dancing over tattoos with her fingertips purposely as he knew he loved to have attention shown to them. She dug into his shoulders and up his neck, his full lips falling apart with a sigh.
“You look so good it’s hard to want to finish this.” she whispered, leaning in to kiss his bottom lip.
“I am ready for whatever the next step if you want it, sweetheart. Consider me seduced.” he smiled, eyes crinkling at the edges and closed, a blissful look on his blushed cheeks from the blood being forced to the surface.
“I’ve not even started seducing you yet.” she hummed and his hands found her hips, rubbing lightly on them.
“Can’t wait til you start then if this isn’t it,” he mumbled, drunk off the feeling of her lips to his neck now, trailing down his shoulder, her taking his hand into hers as she kissed down his arm and nuzzled her face into his palm before massaging his hand. “Jesus Christ that’s good.” he rose to see her thumbs working his and feeling the pain from it.
“You use your hands so much they need to relax too.” she kissed his fingertips and he gave her a terribly soft expression, brow slack over his almost black-brown eyes.
“The price I pay,” he said wistfully before a smile crossed his lips. She matched the other arm, kisses, and strokes, before taking them both to her face and covering his sensitive underside in affection. Lashes fluttered against fingerprints, lip lines met lifelines in his palms. Kisses turned more sensual, her bubble gum tongue appearing and lapping at his palms as he let out something more of a whimper than a moan. She gave attention to each finger and sucked each fingertip into her praising mouth as her hips ground subtle against his now far more than almost soft dick. “You’re too good to me, sugar.” he smiled, drunk off love and affection.
“Shhh.” she shushed, using his finger to her lips instead of her own. “Just enjoy it.” she whispered and put his hands on her chest. His brow began to move lower, the slack she’d created in his muscles being reactivated. She took the oil and let it spill onto her chest as his mouth fell open in awe, his hands rough and not even meaning to be as they gathered the slick and spread it to make the material transparent, massaging both her tits in his big hands, thumbs sliding under the shirt to get between them. He ran them up to her shoulders and neck, making her skin shine.
“Fuck you look so good.” he whispered, eyes transfixed on her body.
“You like the oil?” she smiled knowingly, letting a short stream fall to his pubes before her hips rocked against him.
“Fuckin' LOVE the oil.” his eyes stayed on her center, every pass making her more and more visible to him, the column of her clit snug against the seam of her panties, her lips outlined from the tightness of the fabric, eating up the panties to make her shape fully visible. “I get the white now.” he nodded, eyes in puppy mode as they swung up to hers, half-lidded and content.
“Thought it might be fun. Something new.” she shrugged as if she wasn’t gifting him the most erotic experience of his life. He stuttered at first, mouth opening and closing, not sure of where to look. He reached down and found her clit with no effort rubbing his thumb up and down along the seam. He felt her muscles tighten against his dick, now hard and tapping against her cheeks, knowing it felt good.
“I bet this seam is killing you, huh?” he smirked, taking the see-through fabric and tugging it up and making her mouth fall open in a small gasp that turned into a giggle.
“I wouldn’t say killing me.” she laughed, pushing her hair out of her face. “I knew I’d be focusing on you so I thought I might give myself a little something while I worked.” she slid her hips backward and out of his reach to his disapproval. Her chest pressed against his hips and he was immediately less upset. She kissed down his stomach, nuzzling and lapping and he got to see as well as feel it this time, he stroked back her hair before she got out of reach, both maintaining eye contact as she practically tongue-bathed him like a cat, thumbs rubbing his muscles farther and farther down all the while. She scoot back between his legs, ass in the air as she bit and sucked at his hips.
“Yeah, put that ass up so I can see it, baby.” he said without thinking, feeling her smile against his skin. She raised, applied more oil then slapped her ass, making it shine and the fabric run clear just like her front. He shifted and groaned in anticipation of the sight. Her hips beamed in the candlelight with the shine of soft moisturized skin. She lifted her back end up again, kissing and massaging his thighs, feeling them twitch and shake with impatience. She skipped his feet this time, having fully worked them over already, but when it was time to cycle back up his body this time she raised his leg and kissed his ankle. Eddie didn’t know of a time he felt more physically delicate. She handled him in the way he’d only ever heard of women being touched. She was soft and thorough, seducing him and relaxing him simultaneously to win over his body and mind. He felt a bit precious and soft, a little shy as she hummed and smooched, to his knee, to his inner thigh, and switched to the other. The whimsy turned to horny again as she dragged her tits up his middle. His head fell back until he heard the pop of the bottle again. He didn’t want to miss her oiling up her tits again. She dribbled a different bottle between them, obscene sounds as she slid her fingers into her cleavage, pressed from the tight top. She wiggled close, loosening the underside of her top before her hand lay on his hips. They worked their way in, knowingly teasing, watching his cock twitch with every pass.
“You ready for me to really start making you feel good baby?” she smirked, something mischievous in her eyes as her hands hovered so close to his length he could feel the heat from them.
“Yeah, baby, please. You’re killing me.” he gave a crooked honest smile and she obliged, her hands lubed and slick around his cock as he hisses at the touch finally coming. Two hands she fucked him slowly with, a schlick up and down, basic but effective. It was so slick, so warm, and she looked so good doing it that he felt like he could finish already, but he knew he had to let this drag on as long as possible. Luckily for him, she felt the twitch of his veins, the tightening of his balls as she gave hand fucking him a break, a small slurp of his head, humming at the taste of precum as she lowered herself to use her mouth on seemingly every place but his cock. As she kissed and caressed, with his balls in her mouth he didn’t even notice her push his legs up and apart, he’d do anything to get her closer. Across his deeper most inner thighs she licked and sucked, popping up for a quick deep throat and gag to make him cry out quietly before returning, keeping him hard. It registered where her mouth was when she lifted his balls, letting them slap onto her face, something he never knew he’d needed in his life. That mischievous tongue kept lapping and probing, deeper, deeper down before the short distance to his asshole was traveled. The kisses tickled to his cheeks, something new and different, and not at all unpleasant. Then her hot wet tongue pressed against his most sensitive and least shared part of his body and he hissed and seized.
“This okay?” she asked, reaching up to give his cock a few lubed strokes, kissing the tip as she spoke. “You can tell me no at any time.”
“No it’s - it’s… yeah that’s fine. Just… never done that before.” he practically panted out, shining like a demi-god in the low light and mouth trembling with need.
“Tell me no if you need to okay? I’m just trying to make you feel good baby.” She was tooth rotteningly sweet with his fat cock head tapping against her lips somehow.
“Yeah-yeah. I will. It’s okay.” he quickly nodded, spreading his legs a little farther apart and his bravery was rewarded by the smile of delight that appeared on her face. She nestled down again, round ass in the air that went fuzzy as his eyes crossed as her mouth explored him. Soft laps, circles, nuzzles to his balls and happy hums that vibrated into his body left him a shivering mess. He watched as the beads appeared and grew on the head of his cock. He followed her as she found them with excitement and sucked them away with a satisfied hum.
“You’re doing so good, baby. You still okay?” a light two-hand stroke to his cock, her hands bumping into her tits and making them bounce.
“I’m… fuckin’ perfect yeah.” he gave an unintentionally charming smile.
“Yes you are.” she cooed, leaning forward to slip the bottom of her shirt away from her body and slide his dick between her tits.
“Holy fuggin’ sh—-” he almost drooled getting sucked into the heat of her body in a new way. She pressed her chest together to make her as tight as she could, to wrap around him as much as possible.
“That feel good?” she let out an evil giggle and he raspberried out.
“You know it does, fucking CHRIST!” he cried out, hand over his face, mouth open and breathing heavy, hair fanned out, he looked like a dream. “I think I could fuck the bend in your fuckin KNEE and it’d still make me cum.” he confessed with a laugh that she fell into with him.
“We can try that sometime.” she giggled and lowered her head to kitten lick his sensitive bare head as it popped through her chest.
“Fuck that's nice baby” he whispered.
“Hold ‘em for me. Fuck my tits.” she ordered with a nod, hand moving to his balls as he let out a small cry of pleasure. His face looked pained but she knew better as his hips started to move, thrusting up into the heat of her, hands squeezing and pawing at her tits a bit desperately. Her hands roamed around again, his eyes focused on her chest. “Your body feels so good under my hands.” She let out a moan she didn’t exactly intend as she felt the muscle in his ass as he pushed up into her.
“Mine? Pfft. Yours.” he said with a hard brow that gave away that his filter was gone. “Shit.” He winced and froze, eyes screwed shut, mouth open, and panting like a dog. Star purred at the sight. Beads of sweat wet his bangs, rolling down his strong jawline. “Can’t cum yet. Feels too good.” his voice was high pitched, throat on display with his pounding pulse as he stretch it back.
“Poor baby.” she sucked his head into his mouth and he cried out helplessly. She slid her tits off him and sat back, letting him grit and whimper, fists into the sheets and willing his body to listen.
“Christ.” his voice cracked, a forearm over his eyes.
“Good job.” she giggled and kissed his tip once the painful part was over. “I still wanna play with you. That okay?”
“Yeah.” he nodded. “Yes baby, play.” he nodded and rubbed his face as she sank into his legs and put as much of his balls into her mouth as she physically could. “I never knew that felt so good.”
“Can I show you something else?” her ass swayed to and fro like a cat about to pounce, tongue-filled kisses on his balls, and her hands wrapped around the base of his cock, feeling his heartbeat against her palm.
“Yeah?” he panted out with a quirked-up brow.
“You can say no. But I’d love to try something new.” she paused and kissed his thighs, hand now lightly tugging his balls and he groaned and gritted at the mix of pleasure and pain. “You know how I used my tongue on that little asshole of yours earlier?” she smirked into his inner thigh, tongue out and lapping.
“Uh huh.” he nodded, helpless against her onslaught of sexiness.
“Can I use my finger on you? Fuck you like you do me? It won’t hurt, I promise. It’ll feel so good baby. I want to make you cum so hard you scream.” she bit softly into his leg. “And you will if you let me touch you.”
“Yeah?”
“Promise. I want you to experience everything, Eddie.” she whispered and nuzzled into his balls. “I want you to know how good it feels to get fucked. To have someone inside you. I want to try everything with you baby.” she cooed in a deep tone that was borderline sweet except for what she was requesting.
“You do?”
“Mmm Hmm.” I want to find new ways to blow each other's minds together. Always together.” she throbbed.
“I…yeah. Together. With you, baby yeah.” he nodded, his brain beginning to function in a more normal way, pushing through the heavy fog of a hard, edged cock. “Yeah, touch me. Make me feel good.” her ass wiggled like a dog wagging its tail.
“Really?” her smile was almost innocent in its joy.
“I know you’ll take care of me, baby.” he reached out to cup her cheek and she nuzzled into his hand. “Make this birthday boy feel good.” he nodded with more confidence and spread his legs wide. She bit her lip and squealed with excitement, sliding him down her throat with a trill in her throat. She was like a kitten at play as she pounced on him, pulling off him with a gasp, as always never skimping on the spit and mess when she went down on him. She quickly reached for more lube and spread it where he was stretched out for her with his strong thighs spread.
“I’ve wanted to do this for so long.” She looked at him like he was a meal and she was starving, it felt good to be on the receiving end. “I’m gonna tell you the same thing you tell me.” she nodded. “I want to hear you. I want to hear every little sound that comes out of that pretty pink mouth of yours.” she wrinkled her nose at him with affection. He nodded and bit the pretty pink lips she spoke of. Her finger circled and teased until he stopped fidgeting. She was more than happy to take her time with him, she’d been so anxious about if he’d say yes that now in the post-yes phase she was content to go slow again. She held him in her mouth, not actively sucking him off, more lolling and playing while her mind focused on her finger. Distracted by her mouth, but not moving toward an orgasm too quickly he started to loosen up, and steady his breath. She fanned open her eyes, her lips and tongue obscene and slurping against the length of him. She found him already watching her, wordless they communicated as she began pressing her finger into him. She’d been generous with the lube, and with him relaxed and ready, it didn’t take much before his mouth opened just like his hole did as she passed the tight rim of him. A little unsure moan, brows furrowed as his brain processed and Star took it slow and easy. She waited until his dark lashes quit fluttering before pressing farther inside. Eddie was very shy to admit it but this wasn’t the first time something had been inside him. He was a bisexual horny teenager, of course he’d experimented with himself. Having someone else do it, as with most things, was completely different, and even though he knew that her fingers weren’t that big, the stretch still felt like so much. He licked his lips with a grunt, adjusting to the foreign feeling, but certainly not disliking it. Slowly in and out, she even put more lube for him as he let out a sudden sound as she grazed against his insides. “How are you doing, baby?” she asked warmly with big kind eyes, her lips puckered to his head despite her finger fucking his asshole. The juxtaposition confused him.
“Different. But not bad. Good. Just feels…like there’s something up my ass.” he let himself laugh, squeezing around her before a moan grew from the way his body was touched by her from his movement. She laughed deep and throaty, her hand wrapping around his cock and sitting up straighter to focus on moving this to the part she was most excited about it.
“Getting past that feeling is the hardest part. You feel like something’s coming out, but it’s not. Relax, you’re doing so good.” she promised, leaning forward and her tits brushing against his cock unintentionally, he let out a queasy-faced murmur of pleasure at being able to see her body again. “You want two? Or just one?” He pondered it a moment.
“Can we try? If it’s too much…” he trailed off.
“Of course, honey.” She slid her one finger out and pushed at him with two. Another pump of lube for good measure as she saw him become more eager and less anxious. His body took in two fingers, a hiss and a shout of a swear as his head fell back.
“I know it’s not but it feels so big.” he panted out, eyes to the ceiling to concentrate. “Fuuck.” he groaned as she kept her fingers moving a slow in and out.
“If it gets too intense, let me know.” she kissed his knee and pressed as deep into him as she could, the pressure against his body from her knuckles was something new, something his hips seemed to seek out without much input from his brain. She watched him ease again, face gorgeous and neutral before she started moving and curling her fingers to introduce him to something new. She pulled out and found the spot she assumed felt similar to her own. Eddie so kindly assaulted hers for her so she’d get to have screaming orgasms, it was only polite she extend the same kindness to him. So she did. She pressed with intention and a wiggly moan left Eddie’s chest, his stomach tensing.
“Oh, " he said clearly and announced, making her laugh. “That…that was..” his eyes were wide and almost paranoid as they darted.
“What? This?” she feigned innocence with a tilt of her head as she pulled out and pressed back in with more precision.
“Christ!” he squeaked. “YEAH THAT!” his face looked angry at her as she laughed but she knew he wasn’t. She continued her pace, fingers tapping and pressing, feeling like she had the volume knob under her fingers at the way Eddie grew louder. His cock pulsed and leaked in her tight grip, she barely stroked him and he was throbbing hard. With a loose grip, she let his cock penetrate her closed fist, down to the hilt, and squeezing hard before sliding back up to repeat. “Baby, faster.” his voice surprised her, looking up to find his hands on the back of his thighs, holding them up and his face tuned on her.
“With your cock or inside you?” she asked in a borderline patronizing tone. Eddie didn’t even notice.
“Both.” she gave him a dark wicked smile.
“There’s my greedy good boy.” her hips wiggled with enthusiasm. “Already asking for more.” she said it like it was a pickup line or a flirt, that she was impressed with him. His head jerked back and he prayed loudly.
“Oh god. Ugh, yes. Oh my gooood.” he bellowed out, feeling his entire body tingle and tighten. He felt her grip on his cock tighten as the speed of her strokes grew faster, her thumb slipping over his head and her chest knocking together with the movement of her arm. “Babe,” he whined a true puppy whine that made her wet to hear. “S’good.” he nodded with a bitten lip, looking so pathetic she wanted to eat him alive. “I think I’m close.” he sounded helpless, he didn’t even know when his orgasm was coming he was so bewitched.
“Faster? Harder? You sure aren’t acting like you want me to slow down.”
“No. No slow down. SO good.” he whimpered out, bangs into his big wet eyes, desperation on his wincing face.
“You have permission to cum whenever you want baby. You‘re gonna cum so hard, aren’t you? Look at you, you love getting fucked like this.” She went with concentration thrusts, her thighs to his, her body moving to give a little added pressure as she chose short distances, focusing on his prostate and pounding into him. He was a crying mess for her. “Fuck I wanna see you shoot that big load all over yourself and make a fucking mess baby. You look so good bouncing on my fingers like this. This big dick about to burst, look at the precum Eddie.” she giggled something evil.” Pressing it right out of you aren’t I?”
“Y-yeah.” is all he managed, now aware of how hard it might be for her to speak while he was railing her and asking her for answers. “Holy fuck Star it feels so good.” he met her eyes, shining with tears from the swell of emotion building in him.
“Told you I’d make you feel good baby. I keep my promises don’t I? Yeah.” she nodded as she saw his eyes unfocusing and a pathetic nod follow her question, half forced from the way his body was being rocked. “You’re almost there baby, I can feel you pulsing up. You’re doing so good Eddie. So good for me with my fingers in your ass aren’t you?” he let out a groan of frustration, every exhale a moan growing higher pitched by the second. “God, you’re so fucking pretty baby boy. Look at you.” she moaned, only pushing him closer to the edge. He was flushed, hair damp and sticking the strong features of his face. His eyes had never been as lovely as they were right now, losing their battle with focus and lolling around their sockets from pleasure. His mouth constantly moved, winces, growls, cries, and pleas falling from shining bitten lips, plump with fresh blood.
“Gonna.” he grunted, his nails digging into his thighs as they tightened.
“C’mon my beautiful boy. Make a mess. Show me how good I make you feel.” she sounded almost as desperate as he did.
“Gonna.” he whined, his eyes screwing shut. She didn’t taunt him again, he didn’t need it. His mouth flew open with a shout, then a clench of teeth as he screamed, his body shooting ropes into the air and landing all over his chest and stomach. Star hummed and bit her lip so hard at the pleasure of the sight that she tasted blood. His body heaved, and convulsed, the sounds that fell out his mouth were music to her ears. Jumbled and slurred, wailed and growled his voice sang for her as he came so hard his body tried to force her out but she stayed right on his spot and let him go until no more came out of his jumping cock, the power behind his sounds faded, turning to puppy whimpers and whines. His big beautiful brown eyes opened and fought against the orgasm fuzz to find her. When he finally took in a haggard deep breath, his knuckles turning from white to pink again as he loosened his grip on his thighs, she slowed. His chest bobbed, catching up, mouth panting and open, eyes wild and desperate, running a hand through his hair as she slid out of him and went to lapping up his mess with a needy mouth. “You don’t gotta- holy fuck.” he squeaked out, trying to force his throat to function again. She smiled and sighed contently, giggling as she lapped and sucked the cum off his body. “God dammit I love you so much.” he reached to hold her hair back as she reached the top of the mess on his chest. She traced his star tattoo with her tongue before sliding in against his body, her face beaming as if she was the one that just came so hard their eyes crossed.
“And I love you.” she giggled, feet swinging up behind her as she pushed his hair from his face so he could cool down. “You’re so gorgeous Eddie.” she sighed and he let his head fall into her warm palm. “You really are. When you get overwhelmed with an orgasm you sound like a siren to me. I swear it.” he took her hand into his and kissed her palms.
“Thanks, baby.” he let a blushed grin cover his face. “You are really good at that.” he let out a nervous laugh.
“You’re really good at taking it big boy.” she winked and he flushed red deeper. “I’m gonna get something to clean you up okay? You don’t have to get up.” she pecked a kiss to his lips before bouncing off him like a happy bunny and to the bathroom. She was naked when she returned, not wanting to spread the oil any further than it already was.
“Mmmm.” he made weak grabby hands as she appeared it made her face contort into a wrinkled smile.
“Just a minute. Gotta take care of you how you take care of me.” she said quietly, the warm cloth making him groan at the contact with his agitated skin. She cleaned him up with one and used another to get the excess oil off. She returned with water, lit him a cigarette, and climbed into bed with him.
“You’re perfect.” he said with a tired, happy smile.
“Nah, I just love you.” she giggled and kissed his dimpled cheek.
“Oh shit. You didn’t-” he realized and began to sit up before she easily pushed him back down to the bed.
“Nope. Trust me I’m very content with what you gave me.” she nuzzled her nose to his. “This is about you, don’t you worry about another damn thing tonight.” she tapped his nose before he let his arms wrap around her.
“If you say so.” he shrugged, too weak and blissed out to argue. “That was as good as advertised.” he let out a chuckle and kissed her collarbone.
“I’m glad.” she stroked back his hair. “I do want to try everything with you. I figured since we’d ventured into you getting in a different hole of mine that it made sense to try to get into one of yours.”
“Fine by me. I don’t know that I’ve ever come that hard. Felt like my guts were gonna come out of my dick.” Star threw her head back and laugh.
“Always a poet with your sexual imagery.” she laughed and he let himself be amused at his crude choice of words.
“It’s not pretty but it’s accurate.” he shrugged.
“Opposite of you. Pretty but wrong.” she teased, in a playful mood from sex as she smooched noisily on his face. He swung his arms out and pulled her tightly to him. She didn’t struggle, only mewled and buried her face into his soft skin. They calmed, him stroking her back and her listening to his heartbeat.
“I’m so glad you moved here.” he said with no attachment, merely a peg in his thought process as it whirled in his brain. She shook with a laugh in his harms.
“I am too.” he heard her muffled.
“I mean it.” he sighed, rubbing his cheek to her hair. “You’ve opened me up to so much.”
“I opened you up alright.” she snorted and he reached down to slap her ass, she giggled and squirmed in his grip.
“I’m being romantic Star.” he scolded but playfully.
“Sorry.” she kissed his chin as she looked up to see his face. “Please continue.”
“That’s better.” he huffed dramatically, flinging his hair out of his face as she beamed up at him from his arms with love in her eyes. “You’ve…introduced me to a lot of new things. Maybe not new but things I never thought I’d have or feel. And clearly… after tonight yes you’re opening me up to other new things too.” he looked down to bite her nose. “I don’t know that I would’ve ever been able to feel what I have with you if it hadn’t happened now. After high school when work starts and shit gets harder I don’t know that I would’ve believed it was possible. Like I’d somehow be more jaded than I am now. More cynical. Bitter. More tired. I might’ve not had the energy to keep up with you.” he smiled softly and reach down to pet her head. “I know what brought you here wasn’t good and I wish it could’ve been better circumstances that brought you to the middle of nowhere but I’m thankful that you did come here. Knowing what I do now I’d have done anything to get you here.”
“Everything happens as it should.” she nodded and sought out his hand to hold it. “And I’m here now. With you. And wherever we go next, I’ll be right there too. I’m excited about the future for the first time in my life.” she let out a sad huff of a laugh. “It won’t be easy but we won’t be alone.”
“Thought I’d always be alone. Or feel alone. Even if I wasn’t.”
“Me too.” she quietly agreed, feeling the loss of her life from before. “We’re almost there Eddie.” she snuggled back into his chest. “We’re at the end of a chapter. We’re about to start a very long new one.”
“I think this next one is gonna be better than the last. I feel like calling myself naive just saying it out loud.” he grinned, but there was contentment behind it. “But I do. Because of you.”
“I think they’re all gonna be better than this one.” she nodded, kissing his hand and bringing it to her lips to snuggle in close.
“I don’t know how it could feel better than it does right now, to be honest.”
“Me either. This is the happiest I’ve ever been. But that makes me even more excited to know that there’s even more happiness out there to be had with a life of our own. Different kinds of happiness we maybe don’t know about it. It’s all unwritten and that’s why it’s so scary and exciting. But I’m ready now. I feel ready.”
“After graduation, we’ll dive in head first to it, alright?” he dipped down to kiss the top of her head.
“I’m ready for it.” she whispered, feeling the weight of a new beginning increasing.
“If you are, so am I.”
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This is the next to last chapter. I don't like that it's so close to the end. But here we are. If you've enjoyed this pair, let me know. Feedback is invaluable to me and lets me know to keep making time to write more (even after this fic is over).
PART 27 (The Last Chapter)
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Some qin fluff but can you do when he was younger after chun yan's death and reader founds him crying and decided to help him and became friends to lovers?
You and Me
𖥔 Qin Shi Huang X Gn!Reader
𖥔 Synopsis: Reader finds qin = lovers. yes? I say yes!
𖥔 What's in the web: slightest of hurt/comfort, fluff
𖥔 A/n: I am going to fight my computer for how stupid it wants to act. Okay I struggled for three days writing this and i'm stressed. Reblogs are appreciated!
"Don't be too long when going to your uncle's. He gets very protective if you don't make it by dawn."
Planting the bag over your shoulder, you nodded to your mother. Heading her words, you ran off into the crowded streets, light pants leaving your tiny lips. Stands beside you having everything from food to stolen goods, but who cares, really. Not after everything, no one cares.
Unfortunately, crime is such a big issue that the knife that was hidden by your side was not enough to deter any foe. Yet, at least you were able to put up a fight. Rocks seemingly holding that light brownish color and the sun still as blinding as ever, you were sure nothing would change in your life.
Yet, when scaling the mountain and hearing the cries far from you changed it in an instant. Quickly picking your pace up, you made your way to the whining. With the sight of the crying child, one similar in size, instinct kicked in as you started grabbing them, bag falling to the side of the road.
A wet face looked at you with fear as they held the hand of the corpse beside them. You gulped as you traced his cheek with your hand, pulling out a towel from your pocket. The smooth surface takes in the tears and snot from him.
"Are you okay?" You asked, checking the boy for any wounds. "No cuts?"
He shook his head as you sighed and eyed the corpse. Observing your surroundings as a broken carriage and dead men on the ground.
"No one's alive beside you, huh?"
"C-chu-n...y-ya-" He blew his nose into the towel and placed it down momentarily. "Chun yan saved me."
"I see. I'm sorry."
His hands wrapped around your waist as his tears slowly resumed. You looked at him with a confused face yet accepted his hug, your arms wrapping around his shoulders.
"I'm sorry, but I don't think we can stay here," You pulled him out from your chest and looked at him. "After all, you were a target."
Gently pushing the boy away, you stood up and helped him up in return. His arms held onto your own as you made your way out of the mountain that was previously a battlefield. Clumsy steps made their way out of the terrain and into a new one, grabbing the bag you've almost forgotten.
"This may be a bad time to ask, but what's your name?"
"Ying Zheng."
His tears dried away, and now you were left with a dirty-faced boy. Though having the same height, you couldn't help but feel as if he was a little smaller. Maybe it was the protective instinct you couldn't help but see him that way.
"That's a nice name."
After a while of walking, you made it to the gates of the esteemed palace. It was pristine, the white walls still polished, and the gold that's been taken better care of than you. It wasn't like the other one Ying had known, with broken tiles, stained walls, and the inside rotting away.
You've never seen such a place, and neither has he, going by the wide-eyed and gaping mouth. The guards noticed him and started escorting Ying away from you while you took the hint, walking away quickly. Ying looked back at you, a gloomy look on his face.
"Bye, Ying."
After that, you were gone. He walked into the palace already feeling the loss of you, yet he never left that yearning for you. Older men surrounded the boy, taking a good look at him before whisking him away to lead the people.
He felt a bit lonely and timid, seeing the men either take small jabs at his clothes or nitpick what the servants were bringing out. It was something he had to deal with for the time being, but for how long?
"Come here." One of the older men stated.
The boy came closer, a few steps away from him.
"Is there anything we can do for you at the moment?"
"I wish to see that person who brought me here!" he didn't hesitate. "I want them to be with me forever!" The older man, keeping his smile, nodded. Waving his hand to the guard, they pursued the boy's desired goal.
Seeing guards at your house scared your Uncle. He's hesitant to let you go, but you tried to reassure him that you'll be fine. He still hesitated, as usual.
"Bubs! I'll be fine!" You held his arm, caressing it slowly.
He looked at you with concern before letting you go. You let go of his hand and walked over to the guards. As they escorted you away, they muttered under their breath about the boy, Ying. You were little doubt they had to listen to the words you had to say.
You were nervous, to be honest. You've never done such a thing before and at such a young age. To be asked to come back to Ying Zheng after leaving him alone. Maybe he felt scared. You didn't mind, everyone had a fear. Yet, seeing him run out of the gates, hand wrapping around your neck and face nuzzling into yours, all the fears had gone run away.
Both of you fell onto the floor, causing you to let out a groan.
"Hello, Ying."
"I might be late, but what's your name?"
"Oh, (Y/n)."
"Hey, (Y/n)?"
"Yes?"
"Stay with me forever."
A small laugh left your lips before nodding, accepting his affectionate hug.
"You're annoying." You muttered.
"Me? I haven't done anything." He smiled.
"Sure, we can lie to ourselves."
Dark eyes stared at you in admiration, a blush making its way to your cheeks.
"You are annoying."
"How rude. My beloved is so mean to me despite not doing anything."
"Pff."
Both of you, standing in front of the gates to the home, your hand holding onto his, waiting to announce Qin's newly acquired power and your marriage.
"After all these years of knowing you, you're finally becoming the emperor," you muttered.
"I couldn't have made it this far without you."
"Of course, since we met, you have been very clingy." You teased him.
"Truly, my beloved does loves hurting me."
"Yet, you didn't deny it, did you?"
He looked away and pouted, causing you to burst out laughing. Instinctively, he started draping himself over you, forcing you to carry him.
"Qin! No!! Wait!!."
"Oh? Can my dear not handle me?"
He gave a quicky smile before handing you mercy, returning to your original positions afterwards.
"Hey, (Y/n)."
"Yes?"
"Stay with me forever."
A smile grew on your lips.
"Of course. Until death does us part."
He nudged your hand, a sash displayed on his own.
"Was it it?"
"It's a sash, Chun yan gave me before..."
"I see. You cared a lot about her."
"Of course, she was basically my mother."
There was a frown present on his face, one you were sure you couldn't get rid of.
"Bet she'd be proud of how far you've come." You said before grabbing the sash from his hand. Walking behind him, you tied it around him, giving a tap on his back.
The frown leaving and replaced with a gleeful one. You grabbed onto his hand, instinctively, then smiling.
"Then let us go, my love! As a new world awaits us!"
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Sonny Carisi NSFW Alphabet
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Sonny is the softest most precious bean in the world when it comes to the people he cares about, we all already know that. Aftercare is super important, even if it was the most gentle passionate sex. He’s incredible intimate, holding you close, hands twirling through your hair, softly stroking your cheeks, laying light kisses on your head, intertwining his limbs with yours. If it’s not too late he’ll run a bath for the both of you where he’ll hold you close before gently washing you, reminding you how much he loves your body
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
You love his hands, those goddamn fingers, you’re completely weak when he’s fingering you, barely able to focus on anything but the sensations against your pussy.
He loves your neck, laying soft kisses against it or biting playfully into it in more heated moments. Especially when your hair’s pulled up, exposing the skin, he’ll trail his hand from your shoulder, tickling the side of your neck before burying into your hair
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Sonny loves to cum inside of you, it’s primal, it’s intimate, it doesn’t need as much clean up as cumming on your skin, plus we all know this man wants a family, and this is the fastest way to that.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Not dirty, and it’s something he is quick to tell you once he knows he can trust you, and it’s that he’s bi. He hasn’t necessarily been with a man, maybe a kiss or two, but the thoughts are there. (again, that good Catholic boy upbringing has him pretty conflicted over it and suppressing it for years)
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Sonny was a good catholic boy, so he definitely wasn’t fucking back in high school, waited ’til college. He’s not a one night stand type of guy, but he has experience with previous partners, and likes to take the time to get to know exactly what makes you tick.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
He likes positions where he can see your face, doesn’t matter who’s on top. He relishes in seeing your come apart, wiggling underneath him with pleasure, or the way you throw your head back, lip tugged into your mouth as you ride him. He loves it when you ride him, watching the way your tits bounce, loves playing with them, the way you gasp when he pinches your nipples
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
You’ve definitely busted a fair share of giggles in the heat of the moment. You have to be able to be comfortable with each other enough to be able to laugh at yourselves, sometimes sex makes weird noises, and you’re okay with that. Plus we all know Sonny’s a goof, he also gets over rambunctious when he’s trying to get you into the bedroom and there’s definitely been an accidental toss of the bed, or bed frame breaking that resulted in laughing so hard you were crying.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Sonny is the king of intimacy, this boy is holding you close, kissing you gently, telling you how much he loves you. When you’ve got the time he’ll literally lay kisses on every inch of your skin while murmuring against it how much he loves every part of your body.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
If he’s not regularly seeing someone he’ll probably pump one out in the shower in the morning, easiest clean up, plus, morning wood. He’s not one to do it after work cause like, sex crimes are on the mind. Unless it’s super late and he can’t sleep kinda thing, he’ll always keep you on his mind, pretending it’s your hand/mouth wrapped around his cock instead of his own.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
K, this one might be a little outta left field, but once you’re in a serious relationship, man’s got a slight breeding kink. Not that extreme, but he already fucking LOVES cumming in you, and we all know he wants a family, and probably a big one, so he loves knowing his cum’s buried deep inside of you, if he’s feeling particularly frisky he loves seeing you play with it, pushing it back into your dripping cunt, gets him riled up enough he’ll pounce on you again, fucking you into the mattress
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Bedroom, shower, couch basically anywhere in the apartment. Considering he’s a cop he doesn’t want to get caught anywhere in public, and kid’s tall and lanky, car sex is a tight enough space already.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
He absolutely loves seeing you all dolled up, especially when it’s specifically for him (ie; that shade of lipstick he loves so much, hair twisted up off your neck, a peak of royal blue lingerie from under your clothes). But he also absolutely loves it when he comes home from work to find you in one of his comfy t-shirts and nothing else. He gets riled up when you absentmindedly play with the hairs by his neck, quickly tugging you into his lap for a breathtaking kiss.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Anything that might hurt you, he’s not into any crazy BDSM stuff, a little spank while he’s doing you from behind is the furthest he’ll go in that sense.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Sonny thinks there is nothing hotter in the world that you on your knees, his cock buried in your throat. The glimmer in your eyes as you bob up and down, not afraid to get messy, absolutely makes him weak. He often has to pull you off sooner rather than later to avoid cumming too early. He loves the taste of you, often sucking juices off his fingers after fingering you (the one time your mouth got to his fingers first he nearly came on the spot). Skill wise? He’s fucking wonderful, those lips?! Combined with those fingers?! Oof.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
He’s usually more on the sensual side, its about intimacy and expressing his love & desire for you, but also because he loves hearing you wine out “Harder please…” all breathy and moaning for more of his cock
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
He doesn’t mind them. He’d definitely prefer to take his sweet time, but sometimes even a planned date night turns into a quickie in the entrance way cause he got called back into work.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Sonny’s down for a certain level of experiment, especially when it comes to coming to turns with his sexuality. Maybe you already had a set of plugs and he was intrigued by how it would feel, and you’re more than okay with opening a new level of intimacy, especially one that’ll make him feel good. As for risks, not too much? Kid’s not going to fuck you in a bathroom or places you can get caught.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
As long as he’s not too tired, he can go for at least two rounds, but no matter what he always makes sure you’ve cum multiple times.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
He didn’t own any before you, but once you’ve coerced him into trying some new things, he’s bought a couple plugs, though he prefers you using them on him, or wearing one while he fucks you.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Most of the time he’s doing it completely unintended, a hand on your thigh while you’re eating, not paying attention to how high it’s getting. He notices the way you bite your lip, getting completely distracted as he talks over animatedly with his hands, shooting you a sly grin as he amps it up, knowing you’re thinking about fucking his fingers.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
He’s not super loud, groans and moans, quiet praise muttered into your ear that practically never stops, gasps when you clench around him.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
He definitely wants to either: be fucked by you w/a strap on, or have a threesome with another guy.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
He’s uncut, long like the rest of his limbs, and fucking gorgeous
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
He much prefers the laziness of morning sex, so if you have time, it’s usually on the weekends you spend a few extra hours lying in bed. Because of his work he holds back a bit during the week, especially if a case is bothering him, if he can’t shake it from his mind he’d rather just curl up around you, clutching the thing he loves the most a little tighter.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Sonny always makes sure that you’re okay, no matter how exhausted he is, his aftercare is the most important thing. Once that’s over, he’ll cuddle you close to him, usually at least trying to wait for you to fall asleep first cause he loves how innocent and adorable you look while you sleep, but he’s usually the one who ends up falling asleep first.
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“Baby please..”
It was a rainy Monday and since it’s now the week it means you have to go back to work after being home for the weekend, however your boyfriend had other plans and was clinging onto you for dear life and ended up making you late. So you were working on an important project when you get a call from the contact ‘my dirty crime boy❤️’ aka wilbur and when you answer the phone he sound super sick and says “baby I feels t-terrible and and I’m been vomiting and I feel like I’m going to pass out, please come home and we can watch a movie and cuddle a-and you can make me that tea you make that’s really good?…” you get super worried and tell him you’ll be right home, once you arrive home you start to walk towards your room when you hear wilbur talking to Phil “phil it is a good idea if y/n thinks I’m sick she’ll have to stay home for work cause she’s super caring and sweet and loving” phil says “not when she finds out you lied to her causing her to not be able to do her work” “phil it’s fine I make enough money for us both anyway she doesn’t even need to work” “whatever you say mate tell me how it goes cause your most likely going to get caught” “no I wont” “well ok then bye” you make it sound like you just walked in the door and you didn’t hear anything and you see Wil shirtless with ‘sweat’ drips on his head that is obviously water and he’s groaning, you go to him and continue to pretend you didn’t hear anything, you hugged him and he pretended to wake up “o-oh hi baby thank you for leaving work just for me..you didn’t have to y’know” “yeah I know but I couldn’t resist such a handsome face like yours..” he smiles a bit breaking character but immediately gets back in character “c-can you make me some tea and soup” you nod and go make some tea and soup and when you get back you see him texting and smiling like he feels perfectly fine and when he sees you he hurries and drops his phone and goes back to acting sick and he fake coughs “t-thank you darling…” you nod and gets him some pillows to put its bowel on and to help him sit up, you turn on a movie “can we cuddle please?” “Of course love, let me get the thermometer first ok?” “W-wait! I-I already checked earlier you don’t need to!” “I need to see if it went down” “no you don’t I’ll check in a second!” “Fine.” So once he finishes his soup he rests his head on your lap and you play with his hair and feel his forehead “your forehead doesn’t feel warm..” “I-it’s probably just because your hands are already warm!” “Ok” you’ve finally had enough of this when he starts to talk about how ‘sorry’ he is to make you miss work and you finally say “I know your not sick Wil” “w-what do you mean, yes I am” “ I’m not dumb wil I heard your call with Phil” “I’m sorry n/n I just missed you, I wish you were home more” “ I know and I do to but I have to work” “but you don’t y/n! I make enough for both of us!” “Yeah but I dont want to be completely dependent on you” “please y/n?” “Fine but I’ll get my hours changed so it’s a part time job and not a full time job and it’ll be at home…” “thank youuu” he hugs you and kisses you “also your sleeping on the couch tonight.” “But!” “You should have thought about that before you lied to me mother fucker” he pouts
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You, The Lost Boys & Laddie (part 1)
Info:
You are Michael's little sister, one year younger than him and besties The Lost Boys, Star and of course Laddie♥️
Pretty long chapter for me
I'm also sorry that there are so many parts to my different images
Also if haven't watched The Lost Boys, go watch it!
meaning:
Y/F/HS- your favorite hair style
Y/F/C- Your favorite color
S/F/C- Second favorite color
Y/N/N- Your nickname
Y/F/IC- Your favorite ice cream
You meet the lost boys because Michael was trying to impress a girl named Star that was 'friends' with the lost boys. Her little brother, Laddie was a cute little boy that seemed scared of David 'the leader' of the lost boys. When you saw Laddie, he was on bike. You thought he was being kidnapped,
*Skip a bit to the cave*
I sat next to Michael as I saw Laddie sit on Star's bed looking at me. As David and the other boys were messing with Michael, I got up and sat next to Laddie. "Hi" i said smiling at him, he smiled back and hugged me, "he likes you" I turned to see Star smiling at me and Laddie, "you think so?" I asked. "Im sure" she looked behind her to see David giving Michael a bottle, she ran as I looked back at Laddie. "You ok?" He looked at me and smiled fellowed by a nod. He's so cute and a bit dirty, but still he's cute.
I looked up to see Michael drink so of the wine? I think that was what it was?A sec later they were all dancing around and yelling and chanting Michael's name. Star looked sad and scared but I just looked back to Laddie, who was still hugging me.
*Skip Bitch*
It was two days later after me and Michael meet The Lost Boys, Star and Laddie. I be came besties with Marko, Paul and Laddie. Me Star talk, but we aren't besties. While me and Laddie are panthers in crime, we prank Marko an Paul together.
To night I'm going to pick up Laddie and hang out with him, while the boys and Star do whatever.
It was 9:19 pm when I got up to pick Laddie. I grabbed my favorite pair of black jeans and my black an red jacket.then I got my fingerless gloves and brushed my Y/H/C hair in to Y/F/HS. I walked to the kitchen to see my grandpa and Sam. "Bye grandpa, bye Sammy. I'm going out" I turned to walk out but Sam ran in front of me. "Can I come Y/N?" He gave me puppy eyes, how could I say 'no'? "Come Sammy, get whatever you need I'll wait outside. You have 7 minutes, go!" Sammy ran upstairs as I walked outside to my bike with beautiful S/F/C flames.
got on my Y/F/C bike. I looked at my pocket watch that my dad gave me. Me and my dad didn't have the best relationship but we got a long. Then I saw Sammy running out the door. "Wait Y/N/N!" He ran so fast that he fell, "you good Sam?" He got up quickly and walked to me. "Yea, I'm good and ready to go" "ok, let's go Sammy-o" I got on first then Sam, but before we left "bye !" Me and Sammy yelled at the same.
*Skip Time*🌹
I saw Michael's bike, so I parked next to it. "Ok, Sammy we are here." "Thanks Y/N/N, I'll be in the comic store!" He quickly got off my bike and ran to the comic store. Then I heard them. I got off and turn to see my besties, "Hey Y/N" "Hey Davie" I smirked knowing he hated that name, "get that smirk off your face Y/N!" David smirked back at me like he was going to do something. "Now, were is my bestie!" "Right here!" Marko said he's arms open, "not you Marko" he started to pout as Laddie jump off Dwayne and ran to me. I crouched down to he's level and gave him the biggest hug I could with out hurting him. I stood up and opened my arms for Marko, "come here, Markie" he got off his bike and ran to me so fast I all most fell. "Sorry Y/N/N" "What about me!" Paul yelled. "Come here" he ran just like Marko, all most making me fell AGAIN! The two stopped hugging me and went to David to talk, even though they can talk with their minds. Star got off David's bike an walked to me and Laddie, who was still hugging my leg. "You take care of Laddie for me, ok?" "Of course" she gave Laddie a hug then gave me a hug and whisped "can I talk to you?" "Sure, what about" I asked "about... Your brother?" "What did he do?" Did he hit her, yell at her! What the FUCK did he do! "Well I like your brother... A lot" "He likes you too, Star" her face went red. "I really loves you, Star. He talks about you SO MUCH." "Thanks for talking me" she was about to leave when I saw Michael. " Look, go talk to Michael, he's right there" her face some how got a even brighter red then before. "Come on girl! You can do it" "thanks Y/N" she turned and walked to Michael and started to talk to him. I looked down at Laddie STILL hugging my leg! "Hey bub, you want ice cream" he looked up at me and nodded his head so fast I started to get dizzy. "Ok, let's go" he ran in front of me as I walked behind him. *Skip a bit* we finally got to the front of the line, "what you like?" "Y/F/IC in a cone and..." You looked at Laddie as he pointed to chocolate, "and a one chocolate in a cup please?" "That will be 2.50" the ice cream man said. "Ok" grabbed my little Y/F/C backpack and grabbed 3 dollars out of the front pocket. "Here you go" I handed the man the money. "You can keep the change" he nodded and scooped up our ice cream. After we got our ice cream I grabbed a little spoon for Laddie and we walked down to the beach to eat our ice cream. Laddie was on my back as I held mine and he's ice cream, as I walked to the beach I saw the boys going under the boardwalk so I fellowed. "Hey girly" Paul jumped out and scared me, "dick head! I all most dropped Laddie!" I slapped him "ow! That hurt Y/N!" "Well you scared her Paul" Marko came and hugged me smirking at Paul, him still hugging me I got Laddie off my back. " Go and eat your ice cream, Laddie" I said to Laddie as I gave him he's ice cream. He sat 5 feet away from me looking at the sea.
"Hey girly" Paul jumped out and scared me, "dick head! I all most dropped Laddie!" I slapped him "ow! That hurt Y/N!" "Well you scared her Paul" Marko came and hugged me smirking at Paul, him still hugging me I got Laddie off my back. " Go and eat your ice cream, Laddie" I said to Laddie as I gave him he's ice cream. He sat 5 feet away from me looking at the sea. Marko stopped hugging me and stood beside me.
"He's such a sweet boy" I smiled "and you're such a girl" Marko hugged me again. A quick hug this time, luckily. "Im gonna say hi to David and watch the ocean" I smiled as I made my way to David. "Hey Davie wavie" I walked over to David with a smirk on my face. "Stop calling me stupid names" he looked at you with a little smile across it. I gave him a very big hug, which he returned.
"Why are you so tall?" I asked looking up at David, "maybe your just short" Paul laughed. I glanced at him, "oh no, im scared of the little bug" I smirked. If David wasn't there, I would beat his ass! David let go of me after I calmed down, I will get you back I said to myself. I walked next to Laddie, who had just thrown away his finished ice cream. "Hey Lad" I smiled as I kneeled down to his level. He smiled and hugged me tightly. I hugged him back, with love an care. He waa such a small boy and a cute one too.
I stood back up and looked down a Laddie. He looked up at me and then turned away. He pointed to the water, than looked back at me. "You want to go in the water?" I asked, he nodded his head quickly. "Ok let's go" I smiled. As I was walking with Laddie to the water, Paul picked me up. "Paul! Put! Me down!" "No!" He smirked, "put me the fuck down!" He ran to the water and threw me. "Paul! Im soaked!" Him and Marko laughed at me as I sat up. I stood up and ran after them, "you fucking vampires! Got you asses back here and, here now!" They started to ran when they saw me, poor Laddie just standing there waiting for me.
I was able to get Paul by jumping on his back. "Ha! I got you, you vamp boy" I smiled proudly. "Ok, ok. You got me" he smiled and he let me down. Marko walked over and hugged me, "im sorry" "It's fine. Just don't do it again.
" Shit its late, or early? " I looked at my watch, it said 4:37" "its time to said bye?" Marko asked with a frown. "Sorry" "No!" Marko hugged me very tightly. "Marko, let her go! You're going to kill her" David yelled. And he was right. I had to save some of my breath, so I could live."Ok" Marko rolled his eyes and put me down calmly and carefully. "See you tomorrow?" Marko asked with hope in his eyes. "I have to work" he frowned again, fake crying too. "I work at the comic book store, dumbass" I laughed as I walked to Laddie. I kneeled down, so I could give him a gaint hug. "I'll miss you Lad, I'll see you tomorrow, if the boys and you could to my work" I smiled. He returned a even bigger smile and nodded his little head. I stood back up and waved bye to The lost boys and my lad, Laddie. 'I love them some much' I thought to myself with a smile.
I drove to the comic book store and picked up Sammy, before heading home.
S k I p t I m e. To you at home
"Be quiet, ok? They could be sleeping" I told Sam. He nodded his head before I opened the door. It was dark, except for a lamp. Me and Sam walked up stairs to our rooms, saying good night before entering. "Night book worm" I smiled "night babysitter" he smiled back. I opened my door, quickly walking inside before closing it. I walked to my dresser and charged I to a red and green sweater and some black shorts. My legs were hot, but my chest was cold. (Does that happen to any of you?)
I crawled into my black and white sheets, laying myself down right in the middle. I sighed and grabbed my marching blanket, covering my weird ass body that can't chose between cold and hot. I laid their, comfy and safe. I thought of The Lost Boys, they were my besties, Especially Laddie. The little dirty haired boy, was your favorite boy. I continued to think about them as I drifted to sleep.
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▍ Face claim: Rupert Penry Jones
▍ Name: Joseph Chandler
▍ Age: 34 (verse dependent)
▍ Gender: Male
▍ Nationality: British
▍ Birthday: October 31,
▍ Sun Sign: Libra
▍ Residence: London, UK
▍ Marital Status: verse dependent, though also eventually in a relationship with @gentlemanstarkey
▍ Alignment: lawful good
L I K E S
▍ Drink: His go to drink is green tea, though he will settle for any type of it if the occasion calls and green isn't available. He also likes sparkling water, orange juice and shirley temples. If he's going to have an alcoholic drink, he will go with usually a pinot noir or a gin and tonic. he also likes a good scotch. but all occasions of drinking anything with alcohol are few and fair between.
▍ Food: sushi !! he'll kill you (not really) for some sushi, man. At home, seeing as how he is usually cooking for one, he will just eat freezer meals. Spoiler alert, they aren't that great.
▍ Day or Night: either. he doesn't sleep much anyhow.
▍ Snacks: junk food. candy bars and packaged pastries and the like. he's got a secret drawer in his kitchen that is his stash.
▍ Song: Him, Sam Smith.
▍ Quote: “Set the force that drove the criminal to the crime against itself.”, Discipline and Punish, Michael Foucault.
▍ Historical Character: John Keats. and also Copernicus
▍ Pet: nope. no way. absolutely not.
▍ Book: He likes poems and owns collections from some of his favorite poets, but hasn't read nearly as much since graduating university.
▍ Colour: red. a more secret one is yellow. he'll never tell anyone.
▍ Flower(s): he doesn't have one. he barely notices them as it is. they're fairly all pretty in their own right .. but he notices nothing to put one ahead of the next.
▍ Sexuality: absolutely asexual. sexual intimacy is the last thing on his mind when it comes to imagining being intimate and vulnerable with his partner. though he discovers more of an interest once he enters into a relationship with james, the other man could say he's decided on a completely chaste relationship and joe would be fine with it. it has nothing to do with his attraction or feelings, he just doesn't prioritize it or, frankly, even understand it fully.
L O O K S
▍ Body type: He’s 6′2 in height and while (obviously) built similarly to his identical twin adam, joe leans more toward soft in some places and slightly round in others due to the more sedentary nature of his job and overall lifestyle. his muscles, while noticeable in his arms and back, are not as toned as they might otherwise be. he's a soft boy - especially around his hips and stomach. he has a slightly rounder face thats only truly noticeable when compared to adam's more lean and angular one.
▍ Eye colour: Blue
▍ Hair colour: dirty blonde. when wet, it will seem almost entirely brown. when in the sunlight, it gets blonder.
▍ Body reference:
Tagging @gentlemanstarkey , @dodgedabullet + anyone else !
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A C D G X AND Z FOR THE SPICEY HEADCANONS PLEASE!!!!
Oh my god Alicia hi!!! Okay I'm ready
(The question are from here)
A. Aftercare: how do they take care of each other after sex? Do they talk? cuddle? shower?
Ian loves giving Mickey soft touches, small kisses and many many words of affirmation, "You were so good for me, Mick, I love it when you trust me like that" and "You're the hottest man I know. How did I get so lucky? You don't even understand how happy you make me, baby." Mickey just needs to have some kind of physical contact, maybe putting his head on Ian's chest, touching his hand, one leg between Ian's. He just wants him close.
Ian is the one that gets them water and cleans them up, firstly because if it was up to Mickey they would fall asleep covered in cum, and secondly because hearing that hoarse 'Thank you' makes him feel so happy. (He's a service top through and through)
C. Crying: " You ever make someone cry before? from ecstasy" was it with Mickey? Have Ian cried during sex?
Oh it was absolutely with Mickey! I mean maybe it also happened later on with other people, but this was something that he learned he could do when he made Mickey cry from an intense orgasm. (If you ask me it happened the first time Mickey came untouched)
D. Dirty talk: Who is more talkative during foreplay? during sex? Do they have Praising / degrading kink?
I just answered Dirty talk here!
G: Gagging: We've all seen the famous Gag in their room. Who wore it? Who bought it? How was the first experience? How's their gag reflex?
And Gagging here!
X. XXXXX: What's their favorite porn? what do they type into the search bar? Do they have a favorite porn star?
Mickey is a size queen, so as long as there's a giant dick in the video, he is good to go. He doesn't like feminine guys in his porn, the tops don't have to be muscular but just preferably bigger than their bottom. His go to search is "Big Ginger fuck Bareback" when Ian was in the ROTC he might have had a phase of army kink. Total coincidence, though.
Ian is into amateur porn, he doesn't like how sterile professional porn is. After they got married he kept searching for "Amateur married couple passionate" when they were younger he used to search stuff like "Big ass Co-worker" and "Straight College roommate"
I don't think either of them have a favorite porn star, but Ian found that one amateur couple that kinda looks like them.
Z. Zero to a hundred: What's the fastest way for them to turn the other on?
Oh, boy! Mickey has a competence kink, but it's not just any competence kink. It's a crime competence kink. Hot wiring a car, stealing an ambulance, talking about getting a giant shotgun? Instant boner for our guy Mickey.
Ian gets rock hard in seconds the moment Mickey talks dirty, but what really gets him going is what Mickey does in a submissive headspace- Begging. "Please, I really need to suck your cock... I need it, Ian, please?" Begging gets Mickey whatever he wants, which usually is getting Ian hard in 0.02 seconds.
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Look upon my works, ye mighty, and despair!
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Credit for the pfp goes to @/pnksh1rts, credit for the graphic to @/wolfythewitch, and the header is drawn by @/the--firevenus. Thank you all for letting us use your beautiful art massive appreciation.
This is a c!Wilbur rp blog run by @earmuffstar and is part of the lovely kiss me son of god-verse the curtain callers! I’m open to other interactions as well if you fancy it.
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;; and the universe said | ooc
;; dreamed again dreamed better | scenes
;; the bombs in your head | asks
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Interactions:
;; but i never did quite forgive myself – (Wilbur) @symphoniecalando
;; bury my innocence – (Ghostbur) @ellipsis-andyet
;; waylaid employee – (Tubbo) @friendoftommy
;; president of a crater – (Tubbo) @presidentofacrater
;; dirty crime boy – (Tommy) @friendoftubbo
;; history repeating itself – (Bunny techno) @bunnyoftheblade
;; oh death – (Phil) @oblitusglacies
;; golden idol – (Dream) @daydreamnightmares
;; patron of an iconoclast – (Dream) @vispacem-parabellum
;; walking second-place medal – (Quackity) @vivanevadas
;; my own judas – (eret) @curatorofthemuseum
;; baddest boy – (Joel) @suckonthesebeans
;; sing harold of the end – (Jimmy) @buryyourcanaries
;; bloodstained champion – (Pearl) @washingmachinedcat
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I don't give a shit how c!Wilbur's lore ended. It was great and funny and sad, and felt like one hell of a fever dream, but for fucks sake what I care about more is how Tommy started crying on the shore. Gosh dang it why did my dirty crime boys split like this!? I fucking cried man. I'm going to miss these silly little characters and their convoluted relationship and lore so much! Thank you Wilbur Soot and Tommyinnit for these fun characters!
#although in the fiture Tommy goes to find Wilbur tonslp him and then hug the shit out of him#crimeboys can't stay away from each other forever#crimeboys#<3#dreamsmp#mcyts
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