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Let Me Care For You

Fandoms: OK K.O! Lets Be Heroes

Word Count: 3,199

Rating: General Audiance

Relationship: Lord Boxman/Professor Venomous

Ao3: Here

Characters: Lord Boxman, Professor Venomous

Additional Tags: Sleepy cuddles, Couch cuddles, P.V over-works himself, Tricking you boyfriend into self-care.

Summary:

When some experiments go extremely wrong Professor Venomous hyper focuses on finishing his work and figuring out how to fix everything. However, sleep deprivation is making him not only more easily overwhelmed but also extremely combative about sleeping, why sleep now when he can just finish his project now. Luckily, Lord Boxman know his partner very well, well enough to con him into taking care of his basic needs.

“What do you want to watch before bed tonight?” Boxman asked as he and Professor Venomous walked down the hall to their room, a relaxed smile on his face as he looked up at his partner. “Feel like Star Hike another chance?” Venomous said with a smirk, already knowing the answer. Boxman chuckled, “It’s still early so I may be able to stay awake this time.” “Now that’s unfair,” Venomous retorted, smirk slowly becoming a smile, “only the original series was boring.” “And every other movie.” Venomous chuckled, “You haven’t even seen the movies.” “Don’t need to,” He gestured his claw up by his shoulder with a relaxed wrist, “I already know.” Venomous chuckled, “Point taken.” he enjoyed this ribbing between them. At times it could seem intense from an outside observer but it was always good fun, never harmful. And Venomous couldn’t really argue anyway, only every other movie was good and he had already forced Boxman to watch the best one. “How about we finish Ursidae? The new season is coming out soon and I would like to be caught up.” “Yes!” Boxman exclaimed, “There are only three episodes left, we can watch all of them tonight!”

As the two walked down the hall, Boxman rambling about the show and how accurate it is to the kitchen environment, they passed by the hall with Venomous’s lab, he slowed to a stop, his eyes watching the closed door to his lab. Boxman took a few more steps forward before turning back to his partner. “P.V.? You ok?” “Yeah… I actually want to stop by my lab before we wind down if that’s ok.” “Are you sure?” Boxman asked, walking back over to Venomous placing his hand on Venomous’s, “It’s getting late and we may not be able to finish the episodes.” “I have an experiment I’m working on.” “Your plates of cell goo?” “Petri dishes with brain organoids.” Venomous corrected, “They should have finished growing today and I was too busy to analyze them. It will be quick.” “I just,” Boxman squeezed Venomous’s hand, “I don’t want you skipping sleep again.”

Sometimes it was annoying having someone around who cared for him, watched out for him and his health. Anyone else would feel patronizing, but not Boxman. For one thing he knew that Boxman was correct, there were a number of times Venomous had skipped out on sleep in favor of his projects. He also knew that Boxman had a similar problem, but he was more likely to fall asleep at his workstation on a pile of metal than skip sleep. They worked together to try and maintain a good and comfortable sleep schedule, and for the most part it worked. Sure Boxman was more of an early riser and maybe it took longer for Venomous to fall asleep at night but at least they were consistent. Plus the extra sleep was doing wonders for Venomous’s health, mental and physical.

Venomous sighed, squeezing Boxman’s hand back, “I won’t. I promise I’ll be back to finish our show shortly.” “You… you promise?” Boxman looks up at him with skepticism. “I promise.” Venomous leaned down to kiss Boxman’s forehead. “Honestly, I’m just very excited to see how the organoids turned out.” He explained lips still inches away from Boxman’s forehead. “I think even if I did lay down I would be too distracted by this to fall asleep.” Boxman looked at him, still unsure. “I… can understand that.” “I just want to see how they turned out. One hour tops,” Venomous added, “and we can watch one episode instead of all three. You weren’t going to stay away for the full three episodes anyway.” Boxman finally broke with a smile, “Alright, I’ll see you in bed.” He said sternly and playfully. Boxman lifted his chin up and stood on his toes, Venomous instinctually leaned down to meet Boxman for a kiss. “Have fun with your plate brains.” Boxman waved as he walked down the hall. "Brain organoids."

Venomous chuckled to himself as his partner disappeared down the hall, turning back to Venomous every few steps. “What a ridiculous man.” Venomous chuckled to himself as he walked down the hall to his lab. Being alone in his lab meant he wasn’t self conscious of wearing the lovestruck smile as he pulled a random petri dish from the shelf of others and placed the dish under his microscope. Both gitty from the residual love from his partner and the promise of fully grown brain organoids, his first batch of them to be exact. His excitement and smile faded very quickly as he looked through the scope, focusing and unfocusing the image hoping for what he was seeing to be wrong. “Well that’s not expected.” He leaned back and pulled the dish out to read the label.

Organoid 0028.

He discarded the petri dish on his desk and quickly got up from his chair, moving over to the shelf of growing organoids. If he was lucky then that one was a fluke and flukes were a part of science, that’s why he had gotten the material to make 1,000 petri dishes. He sighed and calmly grabbed another dish, 0001 this time, to analyze. The plan was always to look at more than one anyway so this was fine, Venomous wasn’t worried in the slightest.

Loud thuds filled the lab room as Professor Venomous slammed his forehead against the lab table once, twice, thrice and finally landed on the fourth and loudest thud. This wasn’t going to help his growing migraine in the slightest but at this point he wasn’t sure what else to do. Organoid 0537 had ALSO grown a pair of unanticipated and light responsive eyes. Meaning that, so far, 537 of 1,000 organoids were worthless. Over half. With these numbers he had already wasted so many resources and if it turns out he got a bad batch then every brain organoid was like this. All his planned experiments for these guys were unattainable, almost three months of prep time and waiting for neuron growth wasted.

He turned his head resting his temple on the hard resin surface, opening one eye to stare at the latest disappointment in a petri dish. All in all it was not looking good for this round of testing and he would have to wait another five months to get back to having the organoids. “Cob dag it!” Venomous practically hissed as he lifted his head off the table to rub at his face with both hands, nails digging into his hair.

This sucks This sucks This sucks This sucks This suc-

“Uhh hey-ya babe.” Venomous turned sharply to see Boxman, standing in the doorway of his lab, a gentle smile on his face, hands behind his back and fully dressed for the day, “How are you….feeling?”

Oh Cob dag it.

If Boxman was here then he had definitely not gone to bed, “I’m fine.” Venomous responded dryly and Boxman seemed very unconvinced. After some silence, Boxman looking more nervous by the second, before he walked into the lab. His fingers laced together in front of his stomach as he glanced at the desk littered with discarded petri dishes with a small grimace. “Did you….analyze all those last night?” Venomous snapped, “I just need to finish this!” Boxman jumped slightly at the tonal change but quickly relaxed again, “If- If I can finish this, maybe one of them is…..workable. Can I do that? Just have one that is frackin’ workable!?” He practically threw 0537 into the pile of others with a harsh hiss. It was made all the worse by the heat he could feel building in his face, nothing was going right and it was making him very frustrated. “P.V.,” Boxman stepped closer so he was almost next to his partner, “maybe you should try to sleep?” “No no NO!” Venomous slammed his fists on the table, “I’m almost done and I’ll sleep when I find a stupid workable plate brain because there has to be AT LEAST ONE!” Venomous stood up to grab another dish but was stopped as Boxman grabbed his hand pulling Venomous back to look at him, “Ok ok no nap. Obviously you have a lot to do.” Boxman chuckled then cleared his throat, “B-but, maybe this is a good time for a…. break.” Boxman nervously smiled, “You can eat and get right back to work.”

Venomous looked back at Boxman, his partner’s eyes looking bigger than ever as he gave the suggestion. He had been working on this for a while and now that he thought about it he was feeling pretty hungry. Maybe it would be good to get out of his lab for a few minutes, “Mmmmmm….fine.” he sighed, rolling his eyes at himself.

Boxman practically lit up as Venomous agreed to take a break. He helped Venomous out of his lab coat, citing that Venomous had been wearing it almost 24 hours and Boxman thought he should be comfortable for breakfast, and quickly led him out of the lab and to the dining table. To Venomous surprise there were already two plates of banana pancakes waiting for them, he glanced over at Boxman who blushed slightly. “I, uh, may have already planned for you to have breakfast no matter what.” “Well you aren’t wrong,” Venomous sighed, “breakfast is a good idea Boxy.” Venomous kissed the knuckles of his partner’s hand before finally letting go of his hand to walk over to his seat. After a few moments Boxman sat at his chair as they began to eat, adding their desired level of syrup. Venomous wasn’t normally a sweet breakfast kind of person but this wasn’t technically his breakfast and he was too drained to pay attention. Plus sugar usually helped his migraines and he could feel one building in his left temple. Better to just eat before it really caught up to him.

The two had finished their plates and Boxman had taken them to the sink in the kitchen. Just as Venomous was getting ready to head back to his lab, Boxman came back with a cup of tea for the both of them, and who was Professor Venomous to reject a cup of tea after a meal.

They sat a bit longer, sipping at their cups in comfortable silence until Boxman spoke up, “What was that Star Hike series you said I would like?” “The next installment.” Venomous sipped from his cup, “It’s got an android.” “Right…I was thinking we could watch that.” Boxman practically blurted out as he lifted the cup to his lips. Venomous looked up at Boxman with a raised eyebrow, “You want to watch Star Hike?” “Well..” Boxman took a long sip of tea before answering, “I think it’s time to try something different.” “You just slept on it and decided to watch some science fiction you don’t like in the morning?” Venomous looked Boxman in the eyes. He was pretty good at this point of reading his partner so Venomous was looking for any sign of nervousness. He definitely spotted a few as Boxman worked extra hard to keep his face neutral. “Boxy.” “Uhh Fine.” Boxman slumped in his chair, seemingly caving under Venomous’s intense gaze, “If you must know we missed our tv and cuddle before bed. You have a lot of work to do and I think if you will watch anything with me before getting back it’s Star Hike.” “Boxy I need to-” “Just three episodes.” Boxman jumped in, “Let your food digest a bit and relax before going back to your organoids.” Venomous groaned, “One episode.” “Three.” “Two!” “Two and we cuddle cause you owe me.” Venomous signed, “Two episodes, we cuddle but we watch on the couch. I don’t want to get tired.” “DEAL!” Boxman jumped out of his seat, grabbing both their cups as he ushered them both into the living room.

Boxman got to the room first, setting the mugs down and scrambling to grab an arm rest spot. Venomous walked in just as Boxman had settled practically laying on his back against the arm rest with a large smile on his face. As Venomous walked over to the couch Boxman opened his arms and patted his chest with a smile. “What are you doing?” Venomous asked flatly. “You owe me remember.” His smile didn’t fade as he patted his chest two more times for emphasis. Venomous couldn’t help but smile as he laid on the couch between Boxman’s legs, his head resting his head on Boxman’s chest. His partner’s arms wrapped around him in an instant, giving Venomous a firm squeeze and nuzzling his face into Venomous’s hair. “It’s going to be hard to drink my tea like this.” Venomous remarked, reaching for the remote on the coffee table once Boxman’s hug loosened. “We will figure it out if- when you want more tea,” Boxman’s paw soothed up and down his back, claws scratching gently at his back, “Just worry about putting on your show babe.”

Venomous, having missed the word slip, hummed contently at the motion as he relaxed into Boxman’s hold. Eventually remembering to turn the tv on and navigate to NetFlex. “The first episode is actually two episodes so even though it’s shorter than two full episodes it still counts as two episodes.” Venomous mentioned as he scrolled to the show's icon. “Oh ho ho didn’t mention that part during our deal.” Boxman sounded like he was wearing the biggest smirk ever as he kissed the top of Venomous’s head. Venomous didn’t care to know, he was always smiling at the things he said so no reason to think on it now plus his brain was getting pretty foggy for being relaxed.

As the intro started Boxman’s paw moved up to Venomous’s head, running his claws through Venomous’s hair and gently scratching at his scalp. Whether it was the calming effect of the show, Boxman gently stroking his hand over Venomous’s back and arm or how comfortable and secure he felt. By the time the intro ended and the show really began Venomous was already starting to slip out of consciousness. “Boxy.” Venomous slurred, not moving his head from his partner’s comfortable chest, Boxman hummed in response, “Don’t- Don’t let me sleep.” “Oh I would never.” Boxman scoffed, his paw now massaging the back of Venomous’s neck and head, “You have important brain organoids to be mad at.” He kissed the top of Venomous’s forehead and squeezed him gently again. Venomous wanted to protest but sleep was overtaking him fast, and as the main alien of the episode came onto the ship Venomous had fallen asleep.

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Venomous slowly blinked his eyes open, he felt pretty disoriented but so very comfortable where he was laying. If it wasn’t for his mouth being extremely dry he may have decided to close his eyes again. As he went to lift himself up he felt some mild resistance around his back and head, he snapped his head up to see Boxman looking down at him with a smile. “Good nap, love?” “Wha-” “You’ve been asleep for at least five episodes.” Boxman gestured to the tv, still playing the show they started. “You watched it?” Venomous asked groggily, sitting up on the couch with a yawn as Boxman let him go, and reached for his tea mug. Venomous blinked and rubbed at his eyes, slowly remembering everything that happened before he passed out. Boxman pulled himself up from laying on his back with a stretch. “Well I didn’t actually plan that far ahead.” He said with a slight chuckle, “When you fell asleep you dropped the remote on the ground and I couldn’t reach it without waking you so I-” “You let me sleep?” Venomous said sternly, still not aware enough to pull real intimidation into it. Taking a drink of the tea with a grimace as it was now very cold. “No I did not ‘let you sleep’,” Boxman answered back with a smirk, clearly proud of himself, “I tricked you into taking care of yourself.” “I- I agreed to the break.” He argued, not having much else to say. “You stayed up all night, then refused to take a nap.” Boxman said with a cheerful voice, “I knew if you went into that lab last night you weren’t coming out, even if it was good news.” Boxman reached out to smooth over Venomous’s messy sleep hair, leaning into the hand as Venomous was still pretty groggy. “I’m fine,” he answered, “I don’t sleep for two days then I sleep great for 12 hours. It worked for me in the past.” maybe it was because he had just woken up but Venomous seemed to be much more open and forthcoming than normal.

Boxman stared at him for a minute before finally responding, “Venomous you know that’s not good right.” “Pff please, I’ve had to practically drag you unconscious from your work bench plenty of times.” Venomous retorted, “You can’t really talk to me about healthy sleeping habits.” Boxman sighed, looking at Venomous seriously, “I’m not the best at a sleep schedule myself but it always seems to hit you hard and you don’t act like you.” He cupped Venomous’s cheek to guide Venomous to look at him, “You keep me from falling asleep at my desk so, As long as I’m here I won’t let you work yourself until you are so exhausted you drop.” Boxman cleared his throat, “If you want to go back to your lab that’s fine now. But please let me care for you.”

Venomous thought about what he had said for a minute, but honestly he was still too groggy to absorb it properly. All he knew for sure was that whatever Boxman said made his heart beat faster and his chest feel lighter. He leaned forward and pressed their lips together in a lazy and sleepy kiss, Boxman’s hands settled on Venomous’s hips as he was almost pushed back into the same laying position as before. As they parted Venomous laid his head back on Boxman’s chest and nuzzled into him, “I think I want to go back to sleep.” “Oh yeah! Do you want to go to bed or-” “They grew eyes.” “I- What?” “The brains grew eyes.” His voice was fading with every word as he slipped back into unconsciousness, “I gotta figure that out.” “Wait, what do you mean they grew eyes?” Before Boxman could get an answer to this very disturbing and confusing information Venomous was asleep, once again drooling slightly against his shirt. Boxman sighed and smiled, holding Venomous close and relishing in Venomous being comfortable enough with him to behave like this. Even if sleep deprivation did play a significant role in it.

His smile only fading when he heard some familiar lines from the tv. “The Galaxy, the final frontier-” It was at that moment Boxman realized he had forgotten to grab the tv remote off the ground. He groaned quietly as he restored himself to his fate, an all day Star Hike marathon, at least until his partner woke up again.

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Comfy

Fandoms: Gravity Falls

Word Count: 1,611

Rating: Teen

Relationship: FiddleStan

Ao3: Here

Characters: Fiddleford H. McGucket, Stanley Pines

Additional Tags: Old men in love, Domestic Fluff

Summary:

Fiddleford comes home late to find Stan already asleep in his bed. They proceed to be cute and gay together.

fic for the prompt: You're bed is comfier than mine. Takes place sometime after the show ends and Stan and Ford return from their sea voyage and exploration.

It was normal for Fiddleford to come home late these days, he enjoyed being out and about. For one thing he had been so far removed from the community for so long that it felt nice to be directly involved. Once his body and mind had recovered enough from the last few decades he was putting his welding and engineering skills into helping with whatever the town needed from him. Plus, if he was being perfectly honest, moving into the giant empty mansion was a much larger adjustment than anyone could have imagined. Sure Tate visited him pretty much everyday during the initial move in, helping with physical therapy and general reconnection, but his son had his own life to live. The last thing Fidds wanted after reconnecting was to make Tate feel smothered. Because of this Fidds enjoyed creating work for himself around his community.

Though now with Stan and Ford back from their ocean adventures, Fidds graciously offered up his spare rooms to the twins. It was a wonderful opportunity for him to get close with his best friend again, and since Ford was the one who originally suggested selling his inventions and buying the mansion it stood to reason he should also benefit from it. Their friendship had taken off quite quickly, almost like their old college and research days, the biggest surprise came from Stan Pines himself. Ex Mr. Mystery himself was pretty similar to before their sea voyage, charming and a bit of a loud mouth, but he still had some trouble connecting memories but his progress was very impressive. He still didn’t seem to remember Fidds, or maybe he just hadn’t recognized the man from the homeless mad man from his days running the Mystery Shack. Either way, Fidds found he was wanting to spend his free time with him, and Stan himself seemed to make a genuine effort to be around Fidds.

In some twist of irony Ford was actually the very first one to notice their budding feelings. While he didn’t know the average person well he could read his brother like a calculus equation, and he made efforts to push the two together. Once they realized their mutual feelings there was no way to put that cat back in the bag and they became quick sweethearts much to Ford’s elation. After that the two spent much more time together, Fidds staying home to spend time with Stan and Stan joining him on a few outings to the community. They frequented some of Stan’s old favorite spots to help spark more memories, and Stan was more than happy to help support where Fidds found his disabilities to be most felt. The two were a good enough team but still wanted to have their individual time, both alone and with their other friends and family. Plus, while Stan cared for him deeply, some of Fidds work left Stan less than entertained.

Today was one of their separate days. Fidds had lent his welding services to the local community theatre while Stan had paid the shack and its new owner a social visit. While originally the set building was only supposed to pull him away for a couple hours, the inventor ended up getting too carried away in his helpful designs. Even on his trek back home he was pulled into a few other projects that he was more than happy to help with and a thank you dinner. However, this did mean he had arrived back home much later than originally anticipated. The sun already well past set by the time he strolled down the path to his home. Fidds didn’t bother keeping his volume down, humming to himself as he unlocked the door and walked inside. Listening in the house for any signs of life as he slipped off his jacket to hang up for tomorrow’s use. “Hello.” He called out into the house, noting how quiet everything seemed as he leaned against his cane to slip off his outdoor shoes, replacing them with his fuzzy slippers. The cane taped against the hardwood floors as he checked the living room for his boyfriend and or bestfriend.

“Y’all here?” Fidds rounded the corner expecting some trash tv to be setting the room aglow. But it was empty and silent. It wasn’t exactly weird for Ford to be absent at night, that’s when all the spookems came out, but Stan greatly enjoyed his couch potato nights. He must already be in his bed. It was a little disappointing to have fully missed personal time with his boyfriend but sometimes their schedules didn’t allow for together time, at least for one night. Plus with the exhaustion of the day starting to set into his bones perhaps it was for the best Fidds headed to his own bed too. The chair lift made quick, easy work of the stairs to the floor with the bedrooms to avoid any unwanted tumbles. Without hesitation Fidds opened the door to his bedroom only to be greeted with an unexpected sight. A sleeping Stan cuddled up snugly in Fidds bed, his head only just poking out from the fluffy pillows and plush comforter. A soft chuckle escaped Fidds as he noticed Racoon Wife had made herself equally as comfy at the foot of the bed. His amusement made Stan stir slightly, and Fidds felt his heart swell with affection. Seeing Stan so comfortable and peaceful was more than enough to give Fidds butterflies like a teenager, and seeing Racoon Wife equally as content was just icing on the cake.

Fidds made quick work of getting ready for bed, stripping his day clothes and custom mobility braces in favor of soft pajamas. Deciding to re-braid his beard to keep the chin length hair out of the way of sleep, watching the gentle rise and fall of Stan’s breathing as he did so. Giving Raccoon Wife a quick scratch on the head before he perched on the edge of the bed next to Stan, rousing his pet who elected to stay in her spot with a stretch. “Stanley.” he placed a gentle hand against Stan’s broad shoulder who hummed in response. “Hmmm?” Part of him didn’t want to disturb Stan but he just couldn’t help himself. He gave a gentle shake, “Wha- Who-“ Stan mumbled as he turned to Fidds, his eyes already shooting open. “Hey darlin’.” Fidds smiled gently, moving his hand to tread gently in Stan’s hair, “Fancy seein’ you here.” “Fidds. Your back.” Stan groaned with a sleepy smile, turning his head to snuggle against his boyfriend’s hand. “Whatcha mean?” “What I mean?” Fidds chuckled as he rubbed fingertips against Stan’s scalp, “You're in my bed.” “Yeah sweetheart.” Stan smiled to Fidds, turning to lay on his back so they could be more face to face, “Your bed is way comfier than mine.” “Is that right?” Fidds leaned forward to place a kiss on Stan’s forehead “You got it, McGucket.” “And here I thought I got all the rooms the same bed.” “Nah,” Stan nuzzled against Fidds hand, unable to keep his smile from his face. “I tested them myself.” “Ya do look pretty darn comfy.” “See, Stan guaranteed.” He leaned up, lifting himself slightly off the bed with a smirk, “Don’t believe me? Just get in, try it yourself.” “But will it be as comfortable with two people in it?” Fidds chuckled, pressing a tender kiss to Stan’s lips. “Well,” Stan wrapped his arm around Fidds shoulder, gently pulling him into a deeper kiss as he smirked against his lips. “Only one way to find out.”

In a quick movement Stan rolled Fidds over his body, Fidds glasses falling off his face as Stan threw him to pin Fidds to the middle of the bed with his body. Peppering the bearded face with stubbly kisses in every spot he could reach. The two are a laughing mess as they accidentally push Racoon Wife off the bed with their almost wrestling-like play. Fidds couldn’t help the fit of laughter as Stan smothered against him, “Stan! Sugar, lighten up on me before I’m crushed!” “Aww you love it.” Stan teased as he pressed his lips to Fidds’ neck, “‘Sides you were gone all day, gotta keep you from sneaking out again.” “I ain’t sneakin’.” Fidds chuckled as he hugged Stan close, “I told ya where I was.” “Yeah yeah.” Stan sighed resting his head against Fidds’ shoulder, “You were still gone a long time, sweetheart.” “Right right,” Fidds ran his hand to the back of Stan’s hair, “sorry ‘bout that sugar.” “Ehh it’s fine.” Stan nuzzled against him, “Have a good day?” “Great day.” “Hmm.” Stan hummed. “Want Stan-cakes tomorrow?” “That all you know how ta cook?” Fidds chuckled, running his fingers through Stan’s hair. “Nah,” Stan shook his head slightly, “I also got Stan-grambled eggs.” “Ya know what,” Fidds laughed, kissing Stan’s forehead as he did, “sounds great, just don’t ever call them that again.” “No promises.” Stan grumbled, sleep already starting to take over his senses. “Not so fast big guy,” Fidds tried to wiggle out from under him, “Before ya fall asleep on me, I gotta take my teeth out.” “Nah,” Stan held tighter to Fidds, pressing his body against him, “I didn’t take my teeth out and I’m just fine.” “Darlin’,” Fidds sounded more serious now, prompting Stan to glance up at him, “ya gotta take your teeth out too.”

After a long minute of a stare down Stan finally groaned, moving his weight off his boyfriend. “Fine, but not ’cause you told me too.”

Fidds smiled, pressing another gentle kiss to Stan's lips. “Of course not.”

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Beyond Duality (NSFW)

Fandoms: Gravity Falls

Word Count: 3,936

Rating: Explicit Content (XXX)

Relationship: EmmaFiddleStan

Ao3: Here

Characters: Emma-May Dixon, Stanley Pines, Fiddleford H. McGucket

Additional Tags: Three-some, Ethical non-monogamy, Soft Femdom, Blow Jobs, Light dom-sub, Hair-pulling

Summary:

Emma-May, Fiddleford and Stanley all have some fun together. Fidds in the middle..for now. late 70s-early 80s era (mullet Stan) Could have more chapter could stay as is.

“E-Emma, I can’t-” Fiddleford gasped as he felt teeth graze against his skin. He leaned hard against his wife’s voluptuous body, her blush pink slip just barely reaching mid thigh. His hands clenching at the bedsheets to keep from touching anything he wasn’t supposed to. “I-I need him to stop teasin’.” Fidds’ voice was breathy as Stan circled Fidds’ nipples with his thumbs, his mouth slowly working down Fidds’ torso. Fidds’ weeping cock throbbing as his hips rolled into the empty space between him and Stan, the head of his cock only just brushing against Stan’s stomach. “Oh, you know how I like to hear you beg buttercup.” Emma rubbed a hand up Fidds’ arm as she kissed his cheek, “But you’re beggin’ to the wrong one. I already told Stan to take as much time with you as he wants. You want something you gotta ask him.”

Fidds groaned as Stan’s hands dragged down his chest, along his ribs and stomach before roughly grabbing Fidds’ hips to stop them from rolling. Their eyes met as Fidds looked down at Stan, his hands massaging at his partner's hips as he smirked up at Fidds. His face trailing down Fidds’ body as he followed his hands, pulling a whine from Fidds’ as he purposefully avoided where Fidds wanted him to touch. “Got a question, Fidds?” Ending his sentence by blowing a breath of air at Fidds’ cock and seeming a bit too pleased seeing the appendage twitch and Fidds’ squirm. “Oohh you bastard.” Fidds spat out through a chuckle, “I k-know you heard me.” “Damn, you’re all nice and begging to her. Why are you snapping at me when I’m doing the work?” “It’s different. She’s my wif-uuaahhh~!” His voice pitched up as Emma roughly pulled his hair, forcing his head back. “Fiddleford, that is your boyfriend. You gotta be nice.” Emma scolded gently, keeping her hold on his hair tight while she kissed his temple, “Ask him nicely like you asked me.” Using his hair she moved Fidds’ head to face Stan again with a groan, Stan looked at them with wide eyes. Fidds swallowed but stayed silent, trying to ignore how one of Stan’s hands were inching closer to his painfully hard erection. He knew in the end it was Emma calling the shots, what she wanted would happen so he should just give. But it was somehow more difficult to beg Stan than Emma, it wasn’t exactly something he was used to.

He winced as Emma tugged on his hair again, “Come on, buttercup. I know ya ain’t tongue tied.” She teased in his ear, making him shiver. Fidds took a deep breath and locked eyes with a smiling Stan, “St-Stan.” Stan’s thumb gently caresses at his pubic mound. “Please.” “Please what?” Stan hummed in response as he gently bit Fidds’ inner thigh, making him twitch. The flush on his face darkened when he heard Emma softly chuckle in his ear, she always loved to see their partners make him squirm. “Will you,” Fidds swallowed the embarrassment and continued, “k-keep going…please.” “Hmm, I don’t know.” Fidds groaned in frustration as Stan looked past him to Emma, “What do you think toots?” Emma cleared her throat, and while Fidds couldn’t see her face he knew from the way Stan’s smile faltered that she was giving him an intense glare. “Uhh. I mean ma’am.” “Better.”

Seeing Stan go so quickly from over confident to passive at just a glance from his wife was almost mind altering. It very well could have been funny and maybe Fidds would have joined in, if Fidds couldn’t actively feel his heart beating in his untouched cock. After a solid minute of waiting; waiting for Emma to give the go ahead, Stan to just start, or anything really before he became inpatient. He whined and rolled his hips forward, hoping the movement would remind both of them of his current situation. It seemed to have worked as Emma loosening the grip on his hair and massage at his scalp before letting that hand fall, “Oh don’t worry buttercup,” She dragged her hand across his chest to wrap her arm around him, “we ain’t forgettin you.” She kissed a line from his temple to his chin, turning his face to meet her lips in a deep but quick kiss.

“Stanley.” Emma held her husband tightly as she looked back at Stan, “He asked you real nicely,” She readjusted Fidds askew glasses and smoothing out the front of his hair. “I think you can give him what he wants.” “With pleasure.” Stan practically purred. Locking eyes with Fidds as his hand wrapped around the base of his cock making the man moan. “Don’t get too excited now, shug.” Emma added, her free hand tangling with Fidds’ as the other grabbed the hand around his chest, “‘Member I still want my turn.” She kissed Fidds’ temple as he groaned. “Yeah, yeah. I got it.” Stan kissed a line down Fidds’ inner thigh as he slowly pumped his hand over the shaft. Relishing in the moans he pulled from Fidds’ as Stan watched his foreskin enveloping the weeping head with every slow up stroke.

While Fidds had some amazing self control, managing to keep himself from bucking into the hand as it went far too slow, Stan still kept a firm grip on his hip. His free hand holding firm to suppress even the slightest roll as Stan left several kisses along the junction of Fidds’ inner thigh and hip.

Heavy breaths and goans filled the silence of the room as Fidds tightened his grip on Emma’s hand as he watched Stan tease him between his legs. Stan seemed perfectly content to watch Fidds unravel at the seams before he even touched him, Fidds swore he could see Stan's smirk in his eyes. If it wasn’t for Emma Fidds would have crumbled by now. Her soft lips on his neck, gentle whispers of encouragement and hand making soothing circles across his chest only just managing to keep Fidds breathing steady and patient.

Of course Fidds could only handle so much, even with the help of his wife, and Fidds had reached that limit. Stan’s thumb rubbed over the covered head and nuzzled his nose at the base of his cock, humming against Fidds. Taking deep inhales of his musky scent like Fidds was a freshly baked pie. He moaned low in his chest and tried to roll his hips against the feeling, only managing to squirm as Stan kept the arm across his hips firm. “Dear lord.” Fidds whined, “Stan, p-please. I- I can’t, I n-need to feel your mouth. Please, please.” His voice devolved into begging far faster than he liked. “Wow, no need to shout.” Stan sneered as he returned his hand to the base of Fidds’ cock giving him a squeeze, his voice was taunting. “Why didn’t you just say so sooner?” Fidds’ almost growled with frustration as Stan pressed his nose firmer into Fidds’ curls, almost convinced Stan would make him beg more. He was prepared to, now too desperate to care. Fidds’ choked on a moan as he felt the flat of Stan’s tongue drag over his balls to the base, kissing at the base to stretch out the teasing as long as he could. Slowly Stan licked from the base of Fidds’ cock to the head, flicking and swirling his tongue at the tip before finally taking the whimpering Fidds into his mouth.

The slow, almost torturous pace set earlier was abandoned as soon as Stan got Fidds’ dick in his mouth. Fidds’ back arched into his wife as Stan sucked hard while his lips slipped down the shaft, Emma doing her best to hold Fidds steady through it all. As his head moved further down Stan’s hand squeezed at the base, hand twisting around what was still exposed. Earning a groan as Stan pulled up to the tip and moving his head back down, slowly bobbing over Fidds’ cock and sucking hard with each up pull. The room filled with the sound of Fidds’ gasps and moans as Stan’s mouth and hand pumped along his cock.

“Oh, do you feel good, buttercup?” Emma hummed in his ear as Fidds responded with a quick nod, “Well why don’t you tell him.” Her voice was sweet but with underlying command to it, “Tell Stanley how good he’s treatin’ you, how good he’s being.” She kissed his cheek and gave his hand a gentle squeeze. “Stanle- eeee!” Fidds was cut off as Stan pulled off his cock with pop. A small smirk on his face as his tongue licked along the underside of the head, knowing full well how hard he was making this for Fidds. Stan looked up past his lashes at the two, wanting to watch Fidds twitch and gasp while he sucked him off.

However, when he saw his lovers over him Stan paused.

Seeing Emma’s sultry smile down at him, the strap of her slip had fallen from her shoulder. Most likely from Fidds squirming, pressed hard against her like now, his chest heaving and face flushed as his eyes stayed locked on Stan. Having both their eyes on him, looking at him with desire and lust blown eyes that he caused, it made Stan’s chest swell. He had paused just long enough for Fidds’ to regain his composure, at least enough to speak through heavy breaths, “Stan, y-you’re mouth feels- oohh so good,” Fidds gasped as Stan’s tongue circled the head, “You make me feel amazing. Y-you are amazing.”

The adoring words went straight to Stan’s cock, making it twitch. There was no doubt in his mind that Fidds was enjoying himself, it was plain as day on his face, but hearing Fidds say it was different. It was almost addicting and he needed to hear more. Stan increased his efforts, hoping to keep the man talking but was satisfied with Fidds’ whimpers as Stan took him fully into his mouth and to the back of his throat. Stan nuzzled again at Fidds tight curls as his lips reached the base of Fidds cock, taking deep breaths through his nose to keep relaxed. The deep, musky smell of Fidds made Stan absentmindedly hum, the subtle and unexpected vibration made Fidds’ jolt as he explained a quick apology. Stan’s arm tightened on Fidds’ hips to keep the man from bucking too hard, looking up to Fidds and winking as an acknowledgment.

Once he was used to the fullness and weight on his tongue Stan started to bob his head. Babbles of praise interrupted by moans and groans, spilled from Fidds’ lips as Stan hollowed his cheeks around the base. Fidds wanton moans filled the room and Stan wanted more. He rolled Fidds balls in the palm of his, now free, hand to pull more of those addicting sounds and praise from Fidds. “Stan you- so gooood.” Fidds’ bit his lip as he felt a familiar warmth start to coil in his core. It wasn’t time yet and they both knew it but Stan showed no signs of slowing, “F-fuck. S-slow down Stan, I’m g-gettin’ close.”

Fidds whimpered as Stan groaned around his cock, hearing . The vibration was enough to make Fidds teeter dangerously close to the edge, “W-wai- ahhhh Stan wait-“ Fidds tried to speak but every breath was a shuttered gasp as Stan swallowed around him. It didn’t help that he was actually desperate to cum and didn’t really want Stan to stop. But that was the game tonight, Emma had wanted him to wait and Fidds really didn’t want to disappoint her.

“Em, Em he’s not st-stoppin.“ Fidds turned to her on final authority, and maybe she would take pity and let him cum. Doubtful but it couldn’t hurt to try, “I- I’m close. Can I-“ “Hold tight.” Emma interrupted his question, trying to keep her tone reassuring as Fidds whined against her. “Tryin’.” Fidds managed to gasp out, his muscles tense and trembling to hold back his orgasm. Clearly she wasn’t going to entertain his question, so Fidds focused on keeping his nerves from exploding as Stan seemed determined to suck Fidds’ soul out his dick. “Shug, lessen up.” Emma called to Stan with no response, “Sugar?” She pressed, “Stan?” he made no moves to stop or even acknowledge her words. “Stanley.” Her voice became stern as she repeated herself, untangling her hand from Fidds to drag her nails against Stan’s scalp to get his attention. Stan paused for a moment with his lips at the base of Fidds cock and looked up at her, head leaning slightly against the hand in his frizzy curls. “You’re getting too excited, ease up.”

Fidds let out a frustrated groan as Stan finally listened, slowly he followed its gentle tug up Fidds’ dick, guiding him to pull off with some disappointment. “That’s it, good boy shug.” Her voice sounded so sweet, his eyes stayed on Emma before a desperate whimper pulled his attention. He apparently wasn’t the only one disappointed he stopped his blowjob.

It wasn’t until Stan started to pull off that Fidds really realized how torturous it would be. Having Stan’s mouth still on him, with nothing happening but Stan pulling away slowly. It was making Fidds skin light on fire and he was sure he wouldn’t survive this with his sanity intact. “Em, please I w-was so close, can I-” Fidds voice was shaky, his chest heaving with every breath. “I said hold tight.” She dismissed as he whined in protest. “Em- Emma can I just- please please- I can’t-“ “Oh, hush now. Begging won’t work this time.” Fidds whined but she snickered back. “You did good sayin’ somethin’ buttercup, but you still gotta wait. Ok?” “B-but-“ “Color?” She dropped her playful tone for a more serious one. Fidds gulped, “G-green.” “Honest?” “Y-yeah, yes.” Fidds nodded and she smiled. “Well then,” She switched back to a sultry voice, “there ain’t gonna be a problem, right?” “…Right.”

Stan’s eyes stayed locked on Fidds during the whole interaction, he felt Fidds cock twitch in his mouth. The man looked absolutely wrecked, chest heaving, full body flush and trembling muscles exhausted from trying to hold himself back. Seeing Fidds like this, desperate, needy and begging, was hot enough to make him grind against the mattress, but it almost made him feel bad. Even if it was the plan, leaving him like this longer felt almost cruel to make him wait longer, especially after that beautiful performance. And really liked the thought of how close Fidds was because of him and how much he wanted to make Fidds cum. To replace his frustrated grimace with one of relaxed bliss. He knew he could. And, maybe, after the earlier praise he got a little bit cocky. It was hard for Stan to just leave him trembling and whining especially after Stan brought him to such a state.

It was only right that Stan helped him out.

It took a second for Stan to make up his mind, so he decided to dig his own grave. Stan locked eyes with Emma, he gave her a quick wink before sucking hard at the length still in his mouth and tongue swirling around the head. His hand returned to massaging Fidds’ balls. “Ooooh fu-uhhhck! Stanley!” Fidds practically screamed. “Stan!” Emma sounded upset but it was drowned out by Fidds’ desperate moans and hips rolling into Stan’s mouth. Stan’s lips were flushed against the base as he continued his work from earlier with a vengeance. The hand in Stan’s hair tugged hard, trying to convince Stan to stop again but he pulled against it. “Fidds.” Emma commanded even though she was sure it was a losing battle if she couldn’t get Stan to quit. “I can’t- I’m-“ Fidds eyes were screwed shut, he was trying so hard to keep going for her. “Fidds. It’s fine.” “I can’t- S-sorry, I ca-“ A few tears escaped the corners of Fidds’ eyes as he tried to get words out through gasps. “Shhh. No need buttercup, it’s ok.” She made her voice sound as sweet as she could while being incredibly annoyed at Stan. “You did good. Whatever happens is Stan’s fault.”

Emma was less gentle this time in her attempts, pulling hard on Stan’s hair and managing to lift his head slightly off the base before the man pulling himself back down. Stan’s arm now wrapped under Fidds’ thigh to hold himself there, no matter how hard she pulled he was locked in position. The tugging on his hair didn’t lighten up as he kept his pace, hips grinding into the mattress as his own cock weeping in his underwear. Every tug and roll of Fidds’ hips made Stan grind into the mattress, low moans from deep in his chest. The vibrations on his cock enough to push Fidds over the top, and after so long of holding back he finally broke. ”I’m- Oh St-aaaanley~” His voice cracked on a high moan and his back arched against his wife as white heat overflowed his veins. Emma let go of Stan’s hair to wrap her arms around her heaving husband and he came into Stan’s mouth. “That’s good, buttercup. It's ok, just feel it.”

Stan continued to suck and swallow around Fidds through his orgasm, a small amount of cum and spit leaking out his lips from what he couldn’t swallow. Holding his leg and hips still as Fidds quivered and twitched to keep him from triggering his gag reflex with an unexpected twitch. As Fidds started to soften in his mouth Stan moved to pull off, but as it turned out he hadn’t needed to worry about that. The hand previously in his hair returned and grabbed a fist full at the crown, he barely had time to register what was happening before his hair was roughly yanked, pulling his head up.

Fidds hissed as Stan’s was quickly pulled off his oversensitive cock with a pop. Without the incentive of making Fidds cum, and because it was a little sore from before, the hair pulling was much harder to ignore. “Ah ah ah, dol- Emma, ease up!” Stan corrected himself before he finished, no reason to dig his hole deeper. He scrambled up as she pulled him from his spot on the bed making sure they were face to face over Fidds’ shoulder. Fidds lazily watched his two lovers having this dance as he tried to catch his breath, head resting against Emma’s chest. It was harder to focus on steady breathing while sandwiched between their plush bodies during his afterglow. Really he wasn’t complaining about that.

Once Stan was in position and the pulling stopped he looked back at Emma, her stern expression was intense but he was confident. Or at least he could pretend to be, and the praise was still swimming in his head making it easier to get back on his bravado. He locked eyes with Emma and licked his lips, flashing his eyebrows with a cocky smirk. “You greedy slut.” She couldn’t help but chuckle to herself before pulling Stan into a kiss. Emma’s lips were soft against Stan’s and he pressed into the kiss immediately, hungrily deepening the kiss. She reciprocated, her tongue licking into his mouth with a groan as she tasted her husband on his tongue. The groan only made Stan want to kiss her more, and even with no more space between them he still tried.

As Stan tried to press closer their position meant Fidds’ face was nearly fully enveloped by both chests, just enough space for him to breathe and see. But only just. The constriction was enough to make taking a full lung full of breath near impossible, but he could still take short shallow breaths. All the while he could hear and see them devouring each other's lips, feel the movement of their bodies and vibrations of their groans. It was almost suffocating but he felt so incredibly at ease, comfortable and safe being squished between them. It made his relaxed, orgasm drunk brain spin. Not quite sure if he wanted to separate and watch while being able to breathe and admire them. Or he could stay and feel their desperate bodies against him as the air was squeezed from his lungs like a snake’s dinner. After thinking on it for a moment, he decided suffocating between his boyfriend’s wolly chest and his wife’s soft breasts as they made out was actually a great way to die.

Fidds now free hands moved to grab and caress along Stan’s plush body holding him close. Stan’s hard cock rubbed slightly against Fidds’ body as he shifted closer making Stan moan in the kiss. While still riding his orgasm high Fidds’ moved his lower body to press against Stan’s cock so the man could grind against him. Emma took every opportunity to devour all moans and groans coming from Stan as he started to grind against Fidds’. Stan pulled away from the kiss with a gasped groan as she grabbed a handful of his ass. Nails gently scratched at his scalp as she held him by his hair, looking him in the eyes as she licked her lips with a smirk.

”Enjoy yourself?” Her voice was low and scolding as she held Stan’s head in place, her grip loosening as they separated. “Proud of yourself are you?” The lessening pressure against Fidds allowed him to take a real lung full of air, not sure if he was dizzy from lack of oxygen or having two pairs of tits in his face. “Yes,” Stan chuckled to himself as he glanced at Fidds, “and, hell yes.” He brought a hand up to cradle Fidds face, his smirk melting to a smile as Fidds leaned into the touch and kissed his palm. She followed his gaze and had to admit Fidds really was a vision like this. Relaxed and blissed out smile with his blue half lidded eyes behind skewed glasses, watching them like they were the stars.

Yeah, no wonder Stan was proud of himself.

Stan didn’t have much time to admire Fidds himself, hissing as Emma tugged his hair to regain attention. “And what about you ending the night? Proud of that too?” “Oh I didn’t end the night.” Stan recalled his smirk, trying to regain composure like he wasn’t worried. There was no way she would end the night like this, he hoped. “He’s done, Stan.” “He’ll be fine. Right, Fidds?” Fidds hummed in response, not really sure himself but still not watching to disappoint. Stan’s thumb caressed at Fidds’ cheek, tapping against the frames of crooked glasses. “See. A little water, a cigarette and he’ll be back in shape.” “He was the sub tonight so it could take a while. You exhausted him.” She teased. It wasn’t a secret that Stan was really getting antsy and she definitely wasn’t ready to end the night but she liked to see him squirm. “The mood could change while we wait.” “No no, I’ll keep the mood.” “Really?” She tried to keep herself from sounding too excited. “Yeah.” “Would you take his place?” “O-oh sure.” Emma could have sworn she saw his smirk quake, “I can do that, no problem.” “Is that consent?” “Uhh yes.” Stan rolled his eyes and mumbled something about hippy nonsense. “Well shug, if you insist.” She reached her hand over to Fidds, placing it over Stan’s, “But, for your sake you better hope you’re right about Fiddleford.”

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Cherry Flavor

Fandoms: IT

Word Count: 2,222

Rating: Teen

Relationship: Reddie

Ao3: Here

Characters: Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak

Additional Tags: Sick Character, Sickfic, Some Cuddling

Summary:

Richie gets sick while on tour and it's up to Eddie to help him feel better.

Richie felt like his head was about to explode. This was definitely not his finest set, it didn’t help that the pressure in his head had grown past the level of comfortable halfway through. He was sick, really sick. The sinus headache has been brewing in his forehead all day and is finally acting its plan to kill the comedian. And it was doing a really good job at it.

Richie was doing his best to power through the set as best he could, the show must go on or some bullshit like that, but he just wanted it to be over as soon as possible. He was cold and achy, but the bright lights and clothes he wore made him feel sweaty and gross. Already having abandoned the idea of standing Richie had decided to sit in the uncomfortable wooden stool normally used for drinks. His normal classic glass of bourbon replaced with a bottle of water. If anyone in the audience could actually see him they would notice how pale and dead he looked. Well, more than usual anyway.

Thankfully, his throat was fine, leaving the impression that he was just a gross, sweaty, lazy man who couldn’t stop shaking. 

Fucking great.

Regardless, he finished his set hearing laughs and thunderous applause. Glad he switched to writing his own material. Even happier to finally be leaving the god damn stage and get to a fucking bed. He moved quickly past his agent trying to congratulate him on a good show, he knew the man was going to try and get him to spend time with fans after the show. Something about publicity or some shit like that. At this point it didn’t matter to him, he needed to lay down and pass out. 

Now.

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“You look like shit.”

“Thanks, Eds. love you too.” Richie pressed his pointer and thumb against his temple trying to relieve the pressure. Eddie had meet Richie outside the hotel as he pulled up in his cab. With this show being close to where they lived Eddie had decided to spend his last few sets on the road with him. Eddie had not gone to this show because he had already seen his boyfriend’s set and he also wasn’t that big on being lost in a crowd again or the tag along backstage. That had been really awkward.

Eddie had known the moment Richie woke up that morning he was very sick, he had been sick all week but this morning was worse. Eddie suggested he should cancel the show for tonight. Richie refused, saying that his manager would never stop bitching if he let a stunt like that happen. Also, Richie was “no weak bitch” and could “handle anything Kaspbrak” so he didn’t need to cancel. 

He wished he canceled.

Eddie smiled slightly, happy to see that Richie still had a bit of bite to him. Slowly he grabbed the other man's waist before giving him a quick peck on the cheek, “Let’s get you feeling better.”

It was a long grueling walk back to their hotel room, somehow knowing that rest was so much closer made Richie feel even more weighed down by sickness. Once they got to the hotel room though Richie immediately fell face first onto the bed, still fully clothed and wearing shoes. Even though the harsh cold of an unused bed stung at his joints the bed was almost sinfully soft. It could have been the exhaustion but Richie could have sworn it was like laying down on a cloud. 

Richie was almost ready to fall asleep right there and then before he felt a light tug at his boot.

“Being sick doesn’t mean you can get dirt crumbs on the bed,” Eddie grumbled as he sat at the foot of the bed unlacing Richie’s boots. One by one he tugged them off and got up to set them neatly by the door before opening Richie’s bag to look for more comfortable clothes. “You need to learn how to fold your luggage,” Eddie muttered more to himself than anything as he pulled out wads of unfolded clothes, each one more covered in wrinkles than the last. Richie smiled to himself as he watched Eddie wonder in slight horror how many of his clothes were actually washed. 

Finally finding a pair of pajama pants, Eddie made his way back to the bed and ran a soothing hand other Richie’s back. “Babe, you should put on different pants,” Richie whined in response, knowing that meant he would have to move. “Don’t whine at me, you big baby.” Eddie couldn’t hide the amusement in his voice. “You’ll feel better if you're comfortable.”

Logically, Richie knew that was true, but the sick brain was very insistent that changing clothes was the worst thing he could possibly do right now. As much as Richie would have loved to listen to the sick brain Eddie was on the side of logic, gently flipping Richie onto his back and holding up the pants with a raised eyebrow. 

“Help me?” Richie said with a pout. Eddie rolled his eyes.

“Fine,” he set down the change of pants, “but only because you're sick. Don’t expect me to undress you when you’re too goddamn lazy to do it yourself.” Eddie reached forward and unfastened Richie's belt and buttons on his pants. Slowly, Eddie pulled off his jeans, his warm hands a stark difference to the chilly room that stung Richie’s sore muscles and joints. Richie managed to lift his hips to help but was just too tired to help as Eddie pulled the soft pajamas over his legs.

Eddie placed a gentle kiss on Richie’s forehead, “Gee Dr. K,” Richie said in his British accent, it got better with age but it was still terrible, “do all patients get this treatment or am I just incredibly lucky?”

“Alright if you can joke like that then your not too sick to finish changing.”

“Uhhhh, fine,” Richie whined as he sat up in the bed to unbutton his shirt and then pulled the undershirt over his head, he silently cursed himself for wearing two shirts. Immediately after his shirt was off his head Richie fell back onto the bed shifting so his head rested on the plush pillow. Richie felt the blanket and sheets being pulled over his body and tucked around him, as Richie lifted his head to see what was happening he realized he recognized the sheets around him.

“Eddie,” Eddie hummed a response as he riffled through his blue toiletries bag, “are these our sheets?” Eddie looked up from his bag with a deadpan expression.

“Yeah, I changed the sheets before you got here.” He pulled a few bottles out of his bag, “You never know how long ago these were washed, or if there are bed bugs or-”

“Alright alright, I get it. Germs and shit.” Richie lifted a hand to rub at his forehead and temples, “God I feel fucking horrible.”

“Don’t worry,” Eddie moved his hair and kissed Richie’s forehead, “I’ll make you feel better.”

Nobody would have expected Eddie to be this comfortable around a sick person. With his terrible health anxiety, other’s had know Eddie to almost quarantine himself at the first sign of flu season. Yet here he was taking care of a very sick Richie Tozier.

This was partly because recently Eddie had been getting help dealing with his anxieties. Really all the losers had. In a way they were each other's rock, they all had issues they needed to figure out and they would always be there for each other.

Also, Eddie was always the type of person to do anything for the people he loved. Even being exposed to terrible sickness.

The next few minutes consisted of a struggle to get Richie to take liquid medicine. Eddie insisted it was better and acted faster than the pill form, and Richie called bullshit because liquid medicine tasted like rotten ass. Even with Eddie insisting that the cherry flavored one wasn't as bad Richie still called bullshit on the grounds that cherry-flavored anything tasted like rotten ass. He also brought up the argument that he wasn't a child anymore and that flavored trick won't work on him.

Many insults were thrust back and forth, someone was called a “pussy bitch,” “slimy bitch goblin,” and “crotch hound” among other things before Richie finally relented. Sitting up in bed with his back against the bedpost to down three different viscous liquids, with a sour face after each gulp and gag. “Don’t be such a baby,” Eddie scoffed with an eye roll as he handed Richie a glass of water.

“Fuck you, Spaghetti man.” Richie downed the glass before setting the glass down on the nightstand. Eddie quickly grabbed it to take it to the bathroom sink to wash.

“You’re still gonna be a dick after I saved your life?” Eddie smirked before walking off with the glass to refill it. Richie chuckled to himself as he settled back into the bed, still with the sickly sour-sweet cherry taste in his throat. 

When Eddie set the newly filled glass of water on the nightstand before telling Richie he was going to get ready for bed. He handed Richie the remote and channel list before grabbing his other toiletry bag and headed to the bathroom. As Richie turned on the TV and flipped through the channels, pay no mind to the channel list, he could hear the sound of the shower being turned on. He knew Eddie would be there for some time, even with his health anxiety getting better he still had those fears and being around a sick person probably didn’t help. Richie settling on a channel playing reruns of Forensic Files and from the looks of the guide it was a marathon, something he could definitely stay on until Eddie was finished. As he watched the actors move across the screen with commentary from the narrator and those involved in the crime he felt his eyelids grow heavy.

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Richie wasn’t aware that he had fallen asleep until a shifting in the bed stirred him. Richie moved to rub the sleep from his eyes to see he had fallen asleep with his glasses on. The TV was still playing the same show but an entirely different episode, as he stretched his arms out he could make out the sound of the narrator talking about DNA. He still felt sore, but he was definitely better than before. The room seemed darker except for the glow of the TV illuminating the small space.

“Did you seriously fall asleep watching your murder shows?” Richie turned his head to see Eddie settling into the bed next to him, Richie could feel the soft silk of his pajamas against his skin. There was something very comforting in that, Eddie choosing to wear his silk pajamas even while sleeping in a hotel room. Richie wondered which pair he had brought.

It wasn’t until Eddie was pulling the covers over himself that Richie thought about how this could make Eddie uncomfortable. Even though he had gone leaps and bounds with his health anxiety recovery it was still there, and there were still things he was iffy about. Being next to a sick person was one of them. 

“Do you want me to move?” Richie asked.

“What?” Eddie looked at him like Richie had grown a second head, his face half in shadow from the dull glow from the tv.

“I'm, like, really sick and I don’t want to freak you out.”

“Richie that’s-”

“I can move to the couch if you want.”

“Richie-”

“Yeah, I’ll call the front desk and ask them for another set of blankets.” Richie was about to reach for the phone on the nightstand when he felt Eddie grab his wrist.

“Tozier, don’t be fucking stupid.” His voice more than a little stern the show had gone to commercial as an ad for some fast food chicken played in the background  “Just come here.” Eddie leaned back against the pillows and pulled Richie closer to him.

Followed Eddie’s lead, Richie slowly laid his head on Eddie’s silk-clad chest, one of Eddie’s arms was under Richie as he rubbed up and down Richie’s back. Richie was very aware of how sweaty his skin was from his nap earlier but Eddie didn’t say anything about it. Eventually, Richie relaxed into his lover’s chest, soothed by the steady heartbeat and the feel of his hands running through his hair. Eddie placed a kiss at the top of Richie’s head, “Richie, I love you so much. I don’t care if you are sick, I want to be there for you no matter what.”

“I love you too Eds.” Richie smiled to himself, “I promise to take care of you when I make you violently sick.”

“Shut up, Trashmouth.” Richie could feel the slight bump in his chest from a silent chuckle.

After a few minutes of holding each other Richie could feel his eyes closing again, soothed by the rhythmic sounds of Eddie’s heart against his ear. “Hey, uh, Richie?”

“Hmmm?” Richie hummed in response.

“Can we please change the channel?” Eddie held Richie close as he reached for the remote, “Your murder show is really starting to creep me out.”

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Steam (NSFW)

Fandom: IT Chapter 2 (2019)

Word Count: 2,596

Ao3: Here

Characters:  Eddie Kaspbrak, Richie Tozier

Pairing: Reddie

Warning/Tags: Explicit sexual content. Shower sex

A/N: Eddie has tattoos and Richie has nipple piercings, you can’t change my mind. They are also married in this one!

Also a special thanks to the Reddie’s Hammock discord server! Just a wonderful bunch of people who inspire me to keep writing Reddie!

Summary:

Eddie’s eyes watching the way the water ran over his sharp jaw and down his neck, pooling at the junction of his collar bone. The soap seemed to get caught in the curly, short tufts of his dark chest hair, slowly getting washed out as more water cascaded down his body. His nipple rings seemed to shine in the low lighting assisted by the water. Eddie’s hands moved on their own as they ran down Richie’s chest, his eyes still glued to his husband’s frame.

Hot water ran over Richie’s back clearing it of suds as his head was tilted down, despite the awkward angle Richie had a gentle smile on his lips. Eddie was in front of him massaging the peach-scented shampoo into Richie’s scalp, slowly and gently running his nails and fingertips against Richie’s roots as the wet hair curled around his fingers drawing content mews from him. 

Eddie slowly let his hands fall from the other’s hair to caress down his face and neck to rest gently at his shoulders. Slightly disappointed at the lose of content Richie tilted his head back to wash the suds from his hair without opening his eyes. He lifted his hands to run his fingers through his hair to press out any soap that may remain, relaxing under the water and steam.

Eddie took this opportunity to admire his husband. The sudsy water seemed to add contouring to Richie as it ran along the groves of his body. Richie’s strong arms flexed and relaxed with every movement they made. 

Eddie’s eyes watching the way the water ran over his sharp jaw and down his neck, pooling at the junction of his collar bone. The soap seemed to get caught in the curly, short tufts of his dark chest hair, slowly getting washed out as more water cascaded down his body. His nipple rings seemed to shine in the low lighting assisted by the water. Eddie’s hands moved on their own as they ran down Richie’s chest, his eyes still glued to his husband’s frame.

It wasn’t until Eddie’s thumbs rubbed over Richie’s nipples that Richie reacted to the movement. His eyes shot open with a gasp as Eddie looked back up at his face, their eyes locked as Eddie let a smirk spread across his face.

“Having fun there Kaspbrak?” Richie was answered as Eddie rubbed over his nipples again playing with the steel bar. Richie groaned at the action.

“Sensitive today aren’t ya Richie?” Eddie kept his eyes fixated on Richie’s face as he rolled his nipple’s between his fingers.

“F-fuck Eddie,” Richie gasped, not sure if the steam was from the hot water or himself, “You’re being very horny today.”

“Says the one moaning like a slut.” Eddie moved closer to him pressing their bodies together, his fingers still rubbing Richie’s nipples. Eddie rolled his hips against Richie, his half-hard cock rubbing against Richie’s thigh making Richie return the movement. “I just love the sounds you make.” He whispered against the skin of Richie’s neck as he kissed and licked his way down to his collarbone. 

While Richie was distracted by the assault on his neck, Eddie slowly slid a hand down Richie’s chest and stomach feeling the way his body twitched with arousal under his hand. Richie let out a deep moaned as Eddie wrapped his hand around his stiffened cock and slowly stroked his hand up the length.

“Oh shit, Eds.” Richie moaned loudly, his voice echoing with the sound of running water. The dual feeling of Eddie slowly stroking his cock, biting and kissing his neck, and the thumb rubbing his sensitive nipple was making Richie very aroused very quickly. He ran his hands up Eddies back with one hand moving to tangle in his hair, the steaming water washing over them like their arousal.

Richie rolls his hips into Eddie’s hand trying desperately to get him to move faster, but to no avail. Eddie is keeping a slow, agonizing pace on his husband’s fully erect cock, just slow enough to keep Richie gasping for more. Pulling away from Richie’s neck Eddie tilted his head up, lifting the hand from Richie’s chest to grab onto his hair pulling Richie into a heated kiss.

Before Eddie could make a move Richie was leaning further into the kiss deepening it with such enthusiasm Eddie stumbled back and was pressed against the shower wall. Cold tile leaving an almost erotic contrast from the heat of his skin and the water around them. Richie hungrily devoured Eddie’s mouth, tongue slipping into his mouth to taste him. 

Eddie melted in the kiss as he moved his tongue against Richie’s feeling the way Richie explored his mouth and doing the same as Richie caressed his cheek, thumb running gently over the faded scar while the other held their hips flush. After the daze of the kiss and being shoved against the wall calmed Eddie continued to move his hand up and down Richie’s cock, his thumb pressing and rubbing along the head with every stroke. Richie moaned into Eddie’s mouth, his kiss losing synchronization with Eddie as he was losing himself in the pleasure.

“Fuck Eds, you're killing me here.” Richie purred against Eddie’s lips, “I can’t take any more.” Eddie rolled his hips into Richie’s, their stiff cocks brushing together pulling shaky gasps from both. 

“Stop being a brat, Richie,” Eddie quipped, his words dripping with the same triumphant smirk he wore. Richie thought Eddie was being entierly to cocky. He could fix that.

In an instant Richie had Eddie’s hair in his hands and pulled hard at the roots, Eddie moaned loudly as a sly grin spread across Richie’s face. “You’re just a fucking tease Eddie Spaghetti.” He whispered against Eddie’s ear, “I think it’s your turn now.” A shudder going down his spine before his head thuds against the wall as Richie bites down on his exposed neck. Richie’s hands run up and down Eddie’s body as his lips matched the treatment Eddie did to his neck. 

Lost in the feeling Eddie took his hand off Richie’s dick to wrap his arms around Richie’s back, dull nails digging into the skin as Richie laid open mouth kisses on the stars imprinted in his skin just under his collar bone. Eddie dragged his nails on Richie’s back with a groan as Richie’s hands slide down his body to roughly grope Eddie's ass. Richie paused for a second before placed a small gentle kiss on the jagged scar just under Eddie’s chest. Slowly he picked his head up to press a kiss to Eddie’s wet lips, Eddie returned it hungrily.

Instead of returning the kiss Richie pulled away after a few seconds, Eddie chased after his lips trying to continue the kiss. “Rich?” His breathy voice drowned out by the rush of water around them. Their eyes locked for a long still moment, both breathing heavy against each other’s lips as their foreheads pressed together. Eddie had no idea how well Richie could see without his glasses but he was eating up the site of Richie’s flushed face, his wet curls clinging to his face.

Then, in one quick movement, Richie was on his knees in front of Eddie’s weeping cock. “Holy fucking shit.” Eddie groaned his cock twitched in anticipation of what he hoped would be happening, his one hand already tangled in Richie’s wet hair the other holding onto the soap dish to keep himself from falling. With Richie out of the way the shower spray peppering droplets against his searing skin. 

“Do you want to cum on my face or when I fuck you?” Richie asked after licking a long slow strip up the side of Eddie’s cock. Groaning at the feeling and question Eddie just nodded wildly, unable to trust his mouth to make proper words. With a smirk, Richie reached for the lube they kept in the shower, “Good thing you are so insistent on being,” he popped the cap, “analy prepared.” 

“Richie I swear to god I’m going to knee you in the nose.” Richie laughed at his own joke before kissing the base Eddie’s cock before quickly slicking up his fingers with the lube.

Eddie’s legs began to tremble as Richie gave a long slow lick to the underside of Eddie’s cock, his slick fingers moving to circle gently at Eddie’s opening. As one of Richie’s fingers pressed past Eddie’s opening he swallowed down Eddie’s cock as much as he could. Eddie’s grip on his hair tightened as he threw his head back against the cold tile with a thud.

Taking an agonizingly slow pace Richie hollowed his cheeks as he pulled his mouth to the tip of Eddie’s cock, his tongue pressing hard against Eddie’s dick the whole way. Eddie keened above him gripping tightly to his lover’s hair as he pulled off his cock to tease the head with his tongue, circling it and running over the slit licking up the pre-cum. Richie bobbed his head along Eddie’s dick as he added a second finger to fuck him from behind pulling a very needy moan from Eddie and causing him to roll his hips deeper into Richie’s hot mouth.

Looking up from his work Richie couldn’t see very well without his glasses but what he did see was the blurry figure of Eddie arched against the wall behind him. He hummed in the back of his throat as he sucked hard on the other’s throbbing cock causing vibrations to fall on the cock between his teeth. Eddie thrashed above him gripping even tighter to his hair, it stung slightly but god damn Richie loved the feeling.

As his mouth continued to move faster along Eddie’s cock his fingers were busy stretching Eddie open, feeling around for the familiar bundle of nerves. When the tip of his fingers finally brushed the right spot Eddie almost screamed in ecstasy, bending forward and taking his hand away from the soap dish to tangle desperately into Richie’s hair. “Oh fuck! Shit! Jesus Richie I-” He was cut off by another loud moan as Richie sucked hard on his cock and rubbed the same spot relentlessly. He smirked as best he could with his mouth being so occupied.

Eddie continued to moan his name breathlessly as Richie only increased his movements in speed. That is until Eddie fully yanked Richie off of him by the roots of Richie’s hair. Richie's mouth hung open, his tongue sticking out slightly as he looked up at Eddie with mild annoyance. “Fuck Rich you gotta stop I don’t want to cum yet.” Eddie's words came out breathy and desperate. Honestly, he would have been more than happy to cum in Richie’s mouth, and Richie would be more than happy to take him there. However, Eddie had other plans, “Enough games. Just fuck me already.”

Richie stood up so fast his knees cracked. Eddie laughed as Richie leaned his forearm against the tile groaning at the pain in his knees, Eddie couldn’t stop himself as he fell into a laughing fit. “God, you are so mean.” Richie chuckled and whined just before grasping the back of Eddie’s thighs and lifting him pressing him harder into the tile behind him. For half a second Eddie was worried about Richie falling and taking Eddie with him as he wrapped his legs and arms around the taller man clinging tightly to him. That was quickly forgotten as Eddie felt Richie’s stiff cock rub against his ass.

They stared into each other’s eyes for a long moment, feeling the hot water wash over them as they drank in the sight of each other. Richie was the first to break the eye contact leaning forward to press a quick kiss to Eddie’s lips, “You ready?”

“Sure your knees can handle it, grandpa?”

“Fuck you.”

“Fuck me yourself, bitch,” Eddie whispered rutting against him, Eddie’s cock rubbing against Richie’s stomach.

That was all the confirmation Richie needed as he lifted Eddie and lowered him onto his rock hard cock. Eddie groaned as he clawed at Richie’s back pulling him closer. “Oh, fuck Richie!”

As Richie sank his cock into Eddie to the hilt Eddie thrust his hips, urging Richie to start moving. Richie growled as he pressed one hand to the tile behind Eddie and the other to the small of his back holding him close. Slowly Richie began to thrust into his lover. Eddie groaned, back arching against the cold tile behind him as water droplets ran down his chest, his cock rubbing against Richie’s stomach with each thrust.

Eddie’s panting as the hand on the wall moves between them to start pumping Eddie’s brutally hard cock. As Richie’s thrusts grow in speed he lays sloppy kisses all other the other’s neck, whispering words of praise as he goes. “Fuck Eds you're so beautiful. Feels so good, you’re amazing. God Eds I love you. I love you so fucking much.” As Richie thrusts harder he brushes over Eddie’s prostate making Eddie moan high and loud, clenching around Richie, “Oh fuck Eds. You like that? Fuck you feel incredible Eddie.”  Richie doesn’t seem to notice he has started to slow his thrust through his sting of words, but Eddie does.

“Fuck, Richie! Shut the fuck up and focus.” Eddie grips onto Richie’s hair pulling his head to look at him, “Don’t you fucking dare stop moving.” Eddie ruts against Richie desperate to feed the fire building in his belly.

“Yes, sir.” Richie grins pressing his lips against Eddie’s, knowing this is the only way he can truly be quiet.

Eddie presses hungrily into the kiss, pressing his tongue into Richie’s mouth dominating the kiss entirely. Richie moaned into the kiss and thrusts hard and fast into Eddie, pumping his lover’s cock as his brushed against his prostate with each thrust. 

Soon Eddie was moaning desperately in the kiss as he pushed against Richie’s shoulders, sliding himself up and down Richie’s cock in time with the thrusts. Eddie could feel his climax fast approaching and he could tell Richie was close behind.

As Richie’s thumb pressed against the head of his cock with one last thrust Eddie’s head was rolling back, “Oh fuck, Richie!” His eyes rolled into the back of his head and his body spasmed as his orgasm crashed into him, nails digging into Richie’s back in a death grip. Richie groaned Eddie’s name and pulled him close as Eddie clamped down around Richie pushing him over the edge.

They stayed like that for a few seconds, breath heavy and hot in the steam-filled room. “Fuck, Eddie.” Richie rested his forehead against Eddie’s.

“That was, really awesome,” Eddie said through pants.

“Yeah, it was.” Richie pressed a kiss to Eddie’s nose then his forehead before pulling away, “Listen Eds, my arms are getting really tired, I need to put you down.” Eddie groaned as Richie slipped out of him.

“Oh, so your knees held out ok?”

“How about I just drop you flat on your ass?”

They chuckled against each other as Eddie placed his feet against the shower floor. Richie pulled Eddie into a hug, pressing kisses to his forehead and hair as he rubbed soothingly along his back. Eddie returned the embrace, the spray of water washing over both of them as they felt each other’s heartbeat against their chest. They pulled away to press their foreheads together and looked into each other’s eyes soaking up the tender moment and each other’s presence.

Richie leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to Eddie’s lips, “You want us to wash up again don’t you?”

“Yes, please.” Richie chuckled as Eddie pulled away and grabbed the bottle of soap.

“Ya know all this water usage is bad for the environment.” Richie wrapped his arms around Eddie from behind peppering his neck and shoulder with kisses before resting his chin on Eddie’s shoulder.

“Then maybe we shouldn’t have shower sex anymore, right Richie?” Eddie smirked turning his head to press a kiss to Richie’s cheek.

“Ahh, fuck the environment.”

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Beep Beep Richie (NSFW)

Fandom: IT Chapter 2 (2019)

Word Count: 5,376

Ao3: Here

Characters:  Eddie Kaspbrak, Richie Tozier

Pairing: Reddie

Warning/Tags: Explicit sexual content. Anal Sex. Powerbottom Eddie. Cock Rings. Edging. Orgasm denial. Aftercare

A/N: Eddie has tattoos and Richie has nipple piercings, you can’t change my mind.

Summary:

“Eddie wait.” He said a bit too eagerly.

“Mmm.” Eddie seemed to realize this and pressed his leg firmer into Richie’s clothed erection, “Is there something you wanna say, Richie?” The snark was almost dripping off his words and he grinned.

“I uhh well umm.” Richie’s cheeks are on fire now.

“Spit it out,” Eddie emphasized his words by rubbing his thigh to Richie who in turn ground down on it.

“Fuck Eddie.”

Alternative Title: Richie's motor mouth and disobedience leave Eddie with no other choice but to try and silence the man himself.

Richie could sense that something was off with Eddie. He was never very good at reading people but Eddie was different, spending his entire childhood trying to read his friend for signs of shared feelings does that to you. Eddie hadn’t said much of anything today and even though he didn’t talk as much as Richie he would always at least retort in their playful banter. That was weird. As they walked down the hotel hallway in silence Richie wondered what he did to make Eddie angry with him.

He wondered if the dinner with his manager had made Eddie feel awkward. Richie did throw several jokes Eddie’s way with only a few looks thrown back, his manager almost ignored Eddie entirely. Maybe Eddie was upset at being left out while Richie meets with fans, even though Eddie choose to be on the sidelines. Maybe one of Richie’s jokes went a little too far for Eddie. Or maybe Eddie was just realizing that he hated touring with Richie and was getting fed up with it.

Either way, Richie’s mind was spirling with so much anxiety that he was starting to go crazy. He was starting to think he should have an actual serious talk with Eddie to see why he was being so aloof. That only made his anxiety flare up more. The silence stretched as long as this hallway, Richie hated silence.

Had the hallway always been this long?

When they finally made it to their door Richie can’t tell if he is relieved or terrified, he had a hard time fishing the key card out of his pocket and into the door. A red light flashed the first few times before the door finally unlocked. “Hey Eddie,” Richie tried not to let his voice quiver as he opened the door, “you’ve been acting kinda-”

Before Richie could finish his question Eddie was pushing past him and grabbing the collar of his eye bleeding shirt and yanking him into the room. Before the door could even close Eddie had pulled Richie into a heated kiss, his hands fisted tightly at the shirt collar.

Eddie ran his tongue over Richie’s closed lips asking for entrance, which Richie was far too stunned to respond to. His brain had gone to heavy fog, one second he was spirling with anxiety and now Eddie was trying to devour his lips. Before Richie can even wrap his head around what was happening Eddie was roughly shoving him into the door. Richie had not even noticed the door closing behind them.

As Richie’s back slammed against the door he gasped against Eddie’s lips. Eddie took the opportunity to invade Richie’s mouth, licking the inside of his cheek and Richie became more confused and growing hornier with each passing second. Deciding to give in Richie closes his eyes and leans into the kiss, letting his tongue move with Eddie’s inside his mouth.

Richie is so lost in the kiss he doesn’t register Eddie’s hands reach up to tangle in his curly hair. That is until the shorter man’s grip tightens, tugging just hard enough that Richie gasps in surprise, ending with a low groan deep in his throat. Eddie smiles against his lips in his small victory.

Finally breaking the full daze Richie returns the kiss with vigor, running his tongue inside Eddie’s mouth feeling every inch of him. The hand in his hair loosens and moves to caress down his cheek and jaw pulling a content hum from the taller man. Just when Richie was fully involved and felt the heat building in his stomach Eddie pulled away. Richie attempted to follow his lips only to have a hand on his chest stop him. He opened his eyes, still not entirely sure when he had closed them.

A quiet whine escaped his lips as he tries to follow Eddie as his lips came just slightly out of reach, still feeling the heat of his breath. As Richie tried to get closer he felt Eddie’s left hand rest against his neck, the thumb lightly running over his Adam’s apple, applying just the slightest bit of pressure to keep Richie in place on the wall. One of Richie’s hands leaving the wall in favor to grab onto the other’s shoulder in an attempt to keep his shaking legs from giving out.

Richie is a little dizzy and growing needier every second Eddie ghosts his lips over Richie’s. He tries to ground himself by looking into Eddie’s dark brown eyes but he only gets a second to look before his own roll back in his head with a deep moan as Eddie rubbed his thigh against Richie’s crotch. With a smirk Eddie lurches forward to press more kisses to his neck and jaw, moving up to nip lightly at his jugular before sucking at the same spot. Richie wonders if it’s going to leave a hickey for all of one second before Eddie rubbed his thigh against him again making Richie moan and thrust into the feeling.

Richie was so lost in the feeling he had almost forgotten that only a few minutes ago he was freaking out about Eddie being upset.

Almost.

The memory of his spiral was still fresh on his nerves and as much as he wanted to, Richie couldn’t seem to shake that feeling. Against his better judgment, he decided to speak up. “Eds,” another bite to his neck, “shit, oh fuck. E-ddie I need to-” Another grind into his growing erection almost made his knees buckle, “Oh god damn. Spaghetti wait! ”

That’s what does it. Eddie never really liked that nickname so he knew it would get his attention fast. Eddie pulled away, licking over the spot as he goes, and looks at Richie his eyes just slightly unfocused and dark. He doesn’t seem too pleased with that name.

“What is it Richie?” he asked, his voice is rough and husky with arousal. All movement stopped and Eddie loosened his grip on Richie’s shirt, preparing to walk away if need be. It finally dawns on Richie that Eddie stopped not because of the nickname but because Richie asked him to.

“Shit, I just... I am one hundred percent on this crazy makeout session. I mean you don’t really ever just pounce on me like a half starved lion finally finding a gazelle. I mean you probably already did a number on-”

“Richie.”

“Right I’m rambling. It’s just You seemed super off today. I thought you may have been mad? But like I don’t think you're mad now. Unless this is some kind of way to get the anger out. I mean to each their own but I would rather we didn’t do anything if you are angry. So uhhh, are you mad at me?”

Eddie looks a little surprised, then he broke out into a smile and started to laugh. “Oh my god, Richie.” He tried to calm his laughter as Richie’s cheeks grew hot, “Of course I’m not angry at you, dip shit. Well, I guess maybe a little. We were out all day and flirting and teasing then when other people showed up you kept going. You kept getting close running your hands up my back, and at dinner, you kept touching my thigh under the table. It took everything I had just to stay calm for the rest of the day.”

“Wait,” Richie shook his head and swallowing a lump in his throat, ”you were acting off because I turned you on too much?”

Eddie seemed to regain some composure. “Yes. I figured you knew what you were doing otherwise you wouldn’t have kept it up. I figured you were just trying to be a brat and push me to the edge by keeping up your continuous talking. You didn’t know did you?”

“...No?” Richie said as more of a question than an actual response.

“Shit. I thought so you dense fuck.” Eddie replayed sounded slightly dejected, “Really I should have known you do normally just say shit all the time for no reason other than to say it.” Eddie stayed where he was but started to pull his leg out from between Richie’s thighs. Richie, however, realized that he was now very much aroused and almost desperately didn’t want Eddie to take his leg away.

“Eddie wait.” He said a bit too eagerly.

“Mmm.” Eddie seemed to realize this and pressed his leg firmer into Richie’s clothed erection, “Is there something you wanna say, Richie?” The snark was almost dripping off his words and he grinned.

“I uhh well umm.” Richie’s cheeks are on fire now.

“Spit it out,” Eddie emphasized his words by rubbing his thigh to Richie who in turn ground down on it.

“Fuck Eddie.” Richie looked down at Eddie, his eyes were dark and predatory. Richie had hoped Eddie would have gotten the hint but it seems like Richie would have to use his words. “Your little makeout ambush has gotten me pretty stiff in the jeans so if you want to have a god old fashion dong rodeo I’d be fucking happy about it.”

“Stop me if it’s too much.” Eddie purrs as he pulls Richie away from the door and turns him around before smashing their mouths together in a bruising kiss. Richie is moaning again, missing the friction against his dick but loving the roughness of their heated makeout. His knees almost buckle beneath him as Eddie slowly walks him backward, pulling away to kiss across Richie’s face to graze his earlobe with his teeth.

Eddie’s one hand is working under the hem of Richie’s shirt as the other has a grip on the collar. Warm, soft fingers caressing along Richie’s stomach, he groans as he feels dull nails scratching down his sides only to be soothed by light tender touches.

As Richie babbles about how amazing this is he feels Eddie pull away, he barely has time to whine before his shirt is being lifted over his head, and he’s pushed even further back. When Richie’s knees hit the bed there is a few seconds were he panics as he goes down, falling flat on his back against the plush hotel mattress. His glasses going crooked on his face from the fall.

He watched in an aroused daze, adjusting his glasses, as Eddie looked down at him, a dark arousal clouding his normally tender eyes. In one quick movement, he took off his shirt and discarded it with Richies on the floor as he put his knee on the bed right under Richie’s growing erection. Holy shit Richie still couldn’t get over Eddie’s body, under all those simple dad clothes no one would have suspected how toned Eddie was. And with all the tattoos framing him so perfectly, Richie keened just at the sight or Eddie over him.

He will never get used to those tattoos.

Gently Eddie leaves feather light touches up Richie’s torso and through the slight bushel of hair on his chest. While one hand continued to coax small sounds and praising words out of Richie, the other reached up to lightly run his hand across Richie’s throat without putting pressure on it. Richie closed his eyes for a moment only to feel Eddie leave his throat and roughly grabbed his hair, tilting his head back and to the side forcing his eyes open in surprise. Eddie leaned in close to Richie’s ear, “Do not close your eyes.” he commanded as grazed his teeth over Richie’s ear lobe before biting at his neck.

“Yes, sir. Your wish is my command. How could I say no while you are being so bossy too? I love it when you’re bossy Eds, love it when-” Richie’s rambling was interrupted by his moan from another firm tug at his hair. He worked hard to keep his eyes open.

“Shut up Richie.” Richie promptly shut up.

While Eddie’s hands moved to caress down Richie’s body he left open mouth kisses and nibbles along Richie’s jaw, down his neck, and across his collarbone. His one hand smoothing over his skin back up while the other reached down to palm at his jean covered bulge. Richie rolled his hips into Eddie’s hand desperate for more, even though he was growing more and more uncomfortable in those jeans. Why were his jeans too tight?

Eddie kissed Richie’s chest before taking a nipple into his mouth his teeth lightly grazing the skin as he played with the silver jewelry there and sucked on it. His hand not rubbing mercilessly on Richie’s dick moved up to rub and pinch over the other nipple, playing lightly with the bar across that nipple like is tongue and teeth did with the other. Richie instinctively arched his back desperately, moaning and slightly overwhelmed at the sensation, his hands reaching to run through Eddie’s hair and to grip frantically at the pillow by his head. Working hard to keep his eyes from closing again.

Richie was only vaguely aware of the words spilling from his mouth unfiltered. Quick “so good” and “god, Eds” and “fuck yeah that’s right, don’t stop whatever you are doing. Love it when you’re bossy and take what you want Eds. Fuckin take me all you want Eddie Spaghetti.”

“Jesus Richie you’re lucky I don’t have a gag to shut that mouth of yours for good.” Richie rolled his hips into Eddie’s hand at the thought of being silenced with a ball gag.

As Eddie’s mouth travels lower down Richie’s body, moves away from Richie’s mouth. He used both hands to quickly unfasten the button and zipper and yanked his pants and underwear down, throwing the clothes to the ground with their shirts. Like clockwork, teasing words spill from Richie’s mouth, “Hell yeah, finally. Shit, they were getting so uncomfortable. You sure you don’t want to fold them and the shirt? You are a neat freak you sure you can handle a few wri-,” Richie was interrupted with his own high pitched moan as Eddie took his dick into his mouth, teeth grazing just slightly hard as Eddie’ slowly pulled his head back up.

He sucks down Richie’s cock as far as his throat will let him, fisting the length of the dick that he can’t fit into his mouth and gripping tightly to Richie’s thighs. He swipes his tongue from the base to top, running the tip of his tongue over the slit only to bob his head back down and hollow his cheeks with deep suction. Richie grabbed at the roots of his hair and bucked his hips into Eddie’s hot mouth. His glasses skewed and resting almost at his forehead from rolling his head back. Richie is so lost in the feeling he doesn’t even realize he’s chattering again, “It feels so good, so good, fuck yes, and fuuuuuuck Eds. I’m close, I’m so close.” Then Eddie pulls off his dick with a pop and sits upon his knees. Richie lifts his head to look at him, heavy breathing and red faced he realigns his glasses, “Eds come on!” He whines, “I was so close, that’s not fair you can’t just blue ball me like-”

“Shhhhhh.” Richie stops talking and chews on his lip instead, trying to keep out the needy whines. Eddie moves to sit on the edge of the bed, he grabs Richie by the hair again and leads him off the bed on his knees. Eddie gently goes to remove Richie’s glasses only for him to lean away.

“I want them to stay on.” Richie says quickly, he breath slightly labored, “I-I want to see you.” Eddie smiles at this and places a kiss at the top of his head.

“You better make it a show worth watching.” He purrs into Richie’s hair before leaning back on his hands, “Show me your mouth is good for something.” Richie licks his lips with anticipation and reaches up to undo Eddie’s pants quickly trying to work the button and zipper open. It took a few seconds longer than it should because of his urgency but soon Richie is pulling off Eddie’s pants and underwear freeing his restrained cock.

Eddie’s cock is out, standing at attention only a few inches away from Richie's face. Richie licked his lips and moved forward to lick a long slow stripe up Eddie’s cock with the flat of his tongue. As he moved Eddie grabbed Richie by the roots of his hair with one hand while the other holds his balance. Working his tongue over the slit of Eddie’s cock Richie slowly took in the head and sucked lightly before taking more into his mouth and he bobs up and down.

As Richie slowly bobs his head taking more in with every downstroke he revels in the feeling of it fills his mouth and throbbing against his tongue. Eddie fist in his hair with a soft moan anchoring Richie into his spot, not that he would willingly leave. Richie hollows his cheeks and sucks his cock in and out of his mouth, relaxing his gag reflex to take Eddie all the way to the back of his throat. Eddie’s hands tighten in the black curls as he groans at the feeling, Richie swallows around his dick and hums appreciatively sending low vibrations over Eddie’s cock. With each bob Richie is going deeper and deeper until his nose is brushing against Eddie’s shaved pubic area, the bobs getting faster and rougher.

Richie falls into a rhythm, bobbing, sucking and licking as Eddie leans his head back and throws a leg over Richie’s shoulder. Richie watching Eddie with slightly teary eyes as he sucked harder trying to swallow every bit of precum and spit. Richie’s cock is still rock hard and unattended as he sucks off his lover, he reaches on hand down hoping to be able to stroke himself to completion.

“D-don’t even think about touching yourself, Tozier,” Richie whines around Eddie’s cock pulling out a moan. Even red faced and stumbling over words Richie is still so weak for Eddie’s commands, he moves his hands away and instead reaches up to hold onto Eddie’s thighs.

It didn’t take long for Richie to figure out the signs of Eddie is about to cum, and as Richie glanced his eyes up from his work he saw the signs plain as day. Eddie’s eyes were closed shut, breathing hard past moans, and his free hand was tangled in his own hair. His hips had already started to roll into Richie’s mouth with every bob down, Eddie may not talk much when having sex but Richie knows how to read him. Determination fueled Richie as he sucked harder and bobbed his head even faster, moving his tongue around Eddie’s cock as much as he could. Eddie was moaning and gasping much more as his hand tightened even more in Richie’s and his own hair. With Eddie’s eyes being shut he thought there was no harm in giving his own neglected cock a few strokes.

Richie could hardly hear Eddie’s cursed filled warning over the blood rushing in his ears before he felt hot cum in the back of his throat. With Eddie’s dick still deep in his mouth Richie swallowed as much as he could milking Eddie for all he had. Eddie yanks his head off him, looking down at him with lust filled eyes. Eddie runs one hand under Richie’s chin and lifting his face to lean forward and pressing a gentle kiss to Richie’s swollen lips. Richie moans in the kiss.

“Oh Richie,” Eddie says against his lips, “didn’t I tell you not to touch your dick?” Richie’s eyes widen as he realized he had still been stroking himself after Eddie had told him not to.

“Eds I didn’t- Well I mean I meant to but- I’m sorry Eds I just needed something a-and you can’t expect me to just not jack off while you are sounding and looking so hot I mean-” Richie gasps in pain as Eddie pulls tightly against his hair.

“Stop talking.” Richie looks up at Eddie with begging eyes hoping that whatever punishment is next won’t be terrible. “On the bed,” Eddie orders sternly. “I’m going to ride you.” Richie’s eyes widen, perhaps Eddie was merciful.

Richie doesn’t think he has ever moved that fast in his life. Like a bat out of hell, Richie is off the floor and laying on his back in the bed faster than he can say ‘yes, sir’. Eddie chuckles at his eagerness before settling back on top of him. Eddie kissed back down Richie’s neck, sucking a line of wet bruises downwards before biting at the junction of his neck and shoulders. Richie wondered briefly if he had any high collar shirts to wear for his show tomorrow night or if he should just add a hickey joke to his routine, before Eddie’s thigh brushed against his very sensitive cock.

Richie is extremely hard right now and the way Eddie brushing against him is making Richie thrust into his thigh like a horny teenager. Eddie’s still busy leaving what must be fairly good sized hickies before moving his leg away depriving Richie of any friction.

“Ffff-fuck, Eddie pl-please, I’m dying over here, can I please-” Eddie kisses him roughly, all tongue and teeth, before pulling away.

“After that stunt, you pulled earlier I don’t think you are in the position to beg for anything.” Richie gulps, “Don’t move.” Eddie gets up off the bed to walk over to his bag. The few seconds that Eddie is gone has Richie cold and whimpering on the bed. Worried about making any noise that even resembles the English language, hoping to still get out of this without major punishment

Eddie crawled back onto the bed coaxing Richie to move back until his back was against the headboard, straddling Richie who looked at him intently. Eddie held up the bottle of lube before popping off the cap and pouring a healthy amount onto his fingers. Richie gulped in anticipation. Eddie reached around and slowly slid two fingers past his rim, using Richie to lean his head against as he worked his fingers in and out of himself.

Richie couldn't help but run his hands over every inch of Eddie he could reach. Up and down his thighs, back and arms, fingers tangling in Eddie’s hair and he watched Eddie fuck himself on his fingers. The sight and sound of Eddie gasping on top of him were almost enough to make him cum right there.

When Eddie removed his fingers from his ass he reached around to grab a hold of the base of Richie’s cock giving it a few slow pumps. Richie’s eyes rolled back into his head and he bucked into the feeling fully willing to get lost in it. That is before he realizes that Eddie was letting go of his shoulder and leaning back and fumbling with something around Richie’s cock. Eddie clips it around the base of Richie’s dick, and it immediately feels constricting. Richie whines at the realization that he’s not going to cum anytime soon.

It was a cock ring.

Where did he get a cock ring?

Why does he have a cock ring?

“This ok?” Eddie asks, but by the tone of his voice Richie can tell it’s not really a question, “I mean you want to touch your cock so badly,” Eddie leads the tip of Richie’s cock to his ass. “I’ll give it to you, but you will cum when I say you can cum. You ok with that?” Despite it being rhetorical question Richie still decides to dig himself a deeper grave and answers.

“I’m good. I’m fine. Totally fine. Not like I was already about to cum and now I fuckin can’t. Gonna be-” Eddie sank onto Richie’s cock with a groan and Richie’s head hit the headboard with a thud. A silent scream came from his gaped mouth as he white knuckled the comforter of the bed.

Eddie took no time to adjust giving a few experimental grinds of his hips and then pulling off to thrust back down. He repeated the rhythm, setting one that was harsh and fast and just took much for Richie’s overstimulated cock to handle.

Eddie rolled his body and ground his ass down was perfect in the pure sense of the word. Richie could see Eddie’s cock achingly hard and strain against his stomach. Richie bit his lip and moaned at just the sight, grinding his hips up to meet Eddie’s downwards thrusts as best he could with his restricted cock. He loosened his grip on the sheets to reach a shaky hand between them and stroked Eddie’s cock. The strokes were erratic and uneasy because of Richie’s growing desperation but the stroked nonetheless.

“Fuck, Richie, you don’t even know how fucking gorgeous you look.” Eddie moaned, leaning forward to kiss along his face and neck, “I bet you want to cum so badly don’t you? I’ve already edged you this much.” Richie whimpered as a response, all words lost in his haze of need. “What the famous Trashmouth is speechless? So this is what it takes to shut you up? A tight cock ring and a few minutes of edge play?” Eddie pulled at Richie’s hair to get a better angle on his neck, “I’ll have to call the presses about this discovery.” Richie could feel his orgasm rising more and more only to be stopped by the cock ring, it was too much for him to handle. “And to think I wouldn’t even have put the cock ring on you if you had just not touched yourself. You just hand to be a brat didn’t you?” All Richie had in him was to moan in response and involuntarily thrust his hips even harder, something that made the heat inside of Eddie swell. With one well times trust to match Eddie’s grind down Richie had hit Eddie’s prostate causing the smaller man to lean back and moan loudly. “F-fuck!” Eddie cried out, pausing for a second to grind his hips down in little circles.

If Richie wasn’t so painfully desperate he would have considered that a victory, but right now he was losing big as Eddie went back to riding him like he was dying for it. Meanwhile, Richie felt like he was dying even more so than before. Desperate tears started to prick at the back of his eyes.

There was so much heat inside of Richie, so much arousal that he could barely contain it. He rolled his hips up as hard as he could to try and get any kind of relief, but it only left him more aroused and desperate. Eddie only encouraged him to move faster, while they both moaned loudly.

“Oh, God, Rich, I’m close.” Eddie panted, squeezing his eyes shut. He let out a few open mouthed breaths, his head lolled back. On instinct Richie pumped Eddie’s sensitive dick harder wanting to feel him ride out his orgasm, this pushed Eddie over the edge, “Fuck, I’m gonna-” And that was all that was said before Eddie let out a long moan of, a small bit of cum pulsing onto their stomach’s as his hips slowly stuttered.

Eddie was leaning against Richie’s shoulder gulping in breaths greedily, his cock still buried and desperate deep inside Eddie. Desperately, Richie whines out with tears in on his cheeks, “Please, E-Eds, just lemme-” but before he can even finish, Eddie is pulling Richie out of himself tantalizingly slow. Richie whimpers loudly as Eddie slides off him and laying to Richie’s side.

Shaky but desperate, Richie turns to see Eddie watching him and running a hand closer and closer to his abused cock. Richie can hardly register himself begging, “Eds oh god, please, fuck. What do you want? I’ll fucking do anything just let me cum.” At this point, desperate tears are rolling down Richie’s face as Eddie’s finger feather touch at the base of Richie’s dick just over the cock ring.

Almost instantly his grips Richie tightly and start pumping his cock at a terribly fast pace. Richie grabs at Eddie’s arm and the sheets, moans, and cries falling from his mouth like a symphony. The fucking cock ring is still on his dick and the intensity is well beyond overwhelming, it’s starting to hurt. The words pouring out of Richie's mouth, “E-Eddie, please! Oh, f-fuck stop! Stop it hurts. Just let me cum, please. J-just let me cum!”

“Which is it, Richie?” His pace slows and that’s almost worse than when he was moving too quickly, “Is it stop or let you cum?” Eddie was waiting to see if Richie would use the safe word, his hand almost stops to let Richie give his answer. Before Eddie can stop his hand Richie is blurting out an apology and begging for him to keep going. No safe word tonight, so he picks up the pace and watches as Richie bucks wildly into his hand not knowing if he should follow the hand or try to back away. Eddie runs his finger lightly through Richie’s hair and kisses at his tear-stained cheeks.

Eddie jerks Richie for what feels like forever, driving Richie half mad as he begs until his sounds stop being coherent words. Richie can feel the heat overflowing inside him, he wants to cum so fucking bad but Eddie won’t let him. Richie can feel the hot tears on his face as Eddie kisses them away, he’s sobbing with every raspy breath.

Finally, Eddie reaches up to undo the cock ring, “Cum for me baby.” Eddie squeezes and gives one final pump before undoing the cock ring. As soon as the pressure around his cock is gone, Richie screams out and cums all over himself and Eddie. His orgasm comes in waves, each one crashing with more intensity than the last and he can’t help but thrust deeper into Eddie’s hand as his eyes roll back into his head. He cums harder than he ever has before. As he finally starts to come down from his orgasm he can vaguely hear Eddie saying something and pressing a tender kiss to his lips before he slowly closes his eyes.

When Richie opens his eyes again his head is laying in Eddie’s lap and Eddie is already in his pajama bottoms. Richie can feel Eddie wiping him down with a warm, damp towel while his other hand ran soothingly in Richie’s hair, his glasses already resting neatly on the nightstand next to a glass of water.

Richie really would like that water.

Richie’s entire body aches and he shifts with a groan. Eddie notices this and leans forward to press a soft kiss to Richie’s forehead, “You did so good Richie. I love you so much.” he leans back and caresses Richie’s cheek, “That wasn’t too much for you right?” Richie just smiles and shakes his head.

“It was amazing Eds. Really just- wow I’ve never cum that hard before in my life.” He feels Eddie lay soft kisses over Richie’s cheek, saying gentle words of praise as he finished wiping him down. Eddie moves away for a moment and hands Richie the glass of water on the nightstand that he greedily swallows, “Do you want to wash up or do you want to sleep?”

“If you're giving me the option then I assume you already cleaned me off with that towel and some soap like the clean freak you are so I would like to sleep.” Richie hears a chuckle from Eddie as he finishes the water and puts the empty glass on the nightstand. Eddie moves him further onto the bed and tucks him in before leaving to discard the town. As Richie settles into his sleeping position Eddie collects their clothes and fold them neatly before setting them down on a stray chair. “Told ya. Neat freak.” Richie says with sleep creeping upon him.

With a small chuckle Eddie settles into the bed and pulls up close to Richie, they wrap their arms around each other. Eddie runs soothing circles of Richies back as he drifts off, “You really don’t ever shut up do you?”

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When Morning Comes

Fandom: TMNT 2012

Word Count: 908

Ao3: Here

Characters: Donatello, Casey Jones

Pairing: Jonatello

Warnings: Some swearing.

Rated: G

Summary:

“What the heck?” Casey thought to himself, “What is he doing?”

Did he confuse him for April?

No. April had an early exam so she couldn’t come, Donnie knew that. He knew he was sitting next to Casey when everyone else left.

He knew.

There was no way he didn't know.

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A short story where Casey wakes up to Donnie cuddling with him.

A/N: I decided to challenge myself and make something that wasn’t smut. Isn’t as long as some of my other work but I’m pretty proud of it

Casey slowly drifted into consciousness slightly dazed and confused. The hard surface he was laying on was definitely not his bed and the dark concrete ceiling was definitely not from his home. He quickly figured out that he was sleeping on the floor of the turtle’s lair, but in his half-sleep mind, he couldn’t remember what happened. Looking to his left he saw the tv still on with the ‘Are You Still Watching?’ screen. Now he remembers. They were having a movie marathon, he must have passed out. He groaned knowing that Mikey had probably already drawn on his face before heading to bed himself.

Still not knowing what the time was he starts to turn and slowly move the warm covers, mentally preparing for the onslaught of cold air. However, as he tries to pick himself up he feels a strong hand grab his wrist and pull him back down causing Casey’s face to collide with a hard surface. Casey’s eyes snap open at the impact, pushing away from the figure he craned his neck to see what the hell had just grabbed him.

Now with some distance between him and the body he looked up and was staring at Donatello’s sleeping face. His bandana askew.

Which has Casey blinking up at the still asleep terrapin. Donnie wraps his strong arms around him as Donnie sighs contently in his sleep.

…

“What the heck?” Casey thought to himself, “What is he doing?”

Did he confuse him for April?

No. April had an early exam so she couldn’t come, Donnie knew that. He knew he was sitting next to Casey when everyone else left.

He knew.

There was no way he didn't know.

Casey’s mind was spinning, for a while Casey knew he had a crush on the turtle. He didn’t try to hide it but he also wasn’t flaunting it around all the time, even when he did Donnie could never pick up on his hints. Hell, Casey could throw a brick at Donnie with a note that says, ‘I want to date you.’ and he still would think the human was joking. As Casey was lost in confusion he felt Donnie’s arms wrap around his waist and the other over his neck. The turtle’s thick fingers tangling in his thick dark curls on the back of his head.

Lossing himself for a moment Casey let himself relax in the turtle’s gentle embrace. This felt nice. Slowly Casey let his arm drift down the turtle’s plastron and around his waist to hold the turtle. A small hum coming from the turtle. Casey liked this feeling of closeness from his crush. Donnie wasn’t normally affectionate with him, Casey always wondered what it would feel like to be wrapped in his arms. It was extremely comforting and relaxing, he didn’t want it to end.

Gently Casey lifted his arm and gently caressed the terrapin's cheek. He looked so peaceful in his sleep. Donnie normally looked so stressed and tired, always burdened with something. Casey wished he could help Donnie look this carefree while he was awake. No worries. No anxiety. No evil trying to destroy him. Just the two of them, together where no one could hurt them.

No one could hurt Donnie.

It was only when one of Donnie’s legs hooked around Casey’s did he really realize what was happening. Here he was, in the middle of the lair, at an unknown time, cuddling Donnie while he slept. Casey couldn't help the blush spreading on his face. What if his brother’s come in?

This is too much. He felt slightly guilty about taking advantage of Donnie’s sleep to cuddle with him.

Casey knows he needs to get away.

Like now.

Try as he may, the moment he tries to shift and move away from Donnie, the turtle just tightens his hold. The more the young man tries to push away the more Donnie pulls him in. His fingers tighten in his hair as he forces Casey’s face into the crook of his neck, his leg hooking around Casey pulling his legs between his. If Casey wasn’t blushing before he sure was now.

Now Casey began to realize, there's no way he's going anywhere soon.

Great.

For a moment Casey considers waking the turtle so this could end. He quickly pushes that thought away.  He has no doubt, whatsoever, that once Donnie was awake and in an aware state he would not appreciate their position. If anything he would be so embarrassed he wouldn’t even look at Casey for a long time. That was the last thing Casey wanted. He couldn’t handle Donnie cutting him off and being awkward around him, not after all the time he had to take to just be friends with Donnie.

After much thought, he decided the best option was to just let the turtle wake up himself and figure out what he wanted to do. If Donnie thought Casey didn’t know about this late-night cuddle session then he wouldn’t be awkward around the human. Hopefully.

With a heavy sigh, Casey nestled into the turtle’s embrace, his grip becoming gentle and the grip on his hair loosening. Casey let his arm drift back around the turtle’s shell and closed his eyes to go back to sleep. He found that drifting off was much easier in Donnie’s embrace.

Just as Casey started to drift he was almost sad, this would end when morning comes.

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Sometimes I like to pretend I’m funny

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y’all… u dont understand how much writing in the tags of someone’s creation means to them.. whether it’s fanart, a graphic, fanfic..,, there’s a 99% chance that person looks through their tags and a single opinionated comment in the tags can rlly brighten their day it’s just a rlly wonderful thing to see

[lifeorbeth]

Send me character(s) and a letter and I’ll write you a minific!

A. Fire, flames, or excessive heat. B. Under cover of darkness. C. A moment’s respite. D. Subtle kindnesses. E. Sharing a drink. F. An absent look or touch. G. A fistfight. H. Someone’s greatest fear. I. Broken glass. J. When words aren’t enough. K. On the edge of consciousness. L. A stolen kiss. M. When it rains/snows/storms. N. The color green. O. The stars or space. P. While driving or in/around a car. Q. One missed call. R. A deafening sound. S. Music [send a song or a lyric] T. An obscure AU. U. Coming home. V. An abandoned or empty place. W. Waiting impatiently for something. X. A flash of anger. Y. Tears. Z. [Make up your own]

(inspired by this)

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Me, writing a fic: It’s absolute bullshit that I have to write the fics I want to read.

Me, looking at my finished fic I’m super proud of: Absolute malarkey

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is this meme too old?

[rogueity]

I just spent five minutes making this instead of writing and I’m not even sorry. @rogueity

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Back at it again with them writer memes.

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