#diedbrave

[hearsthephone]

"Who did this to you?"

Taken from this meme

Finney winced as his hand was gently taken and inspected. From the way it felt, it was probably broken in several places.

"One of Bowers' friends. I think his name was Patrick?" Showing the new kid who's boss, apparently. "He hung around when the rest of 'em left, then decided to make sure I got the message."

[hearsthephone]

"Do you think you're the only one with family issues?"

Taken from this meme

"No, I- that's not what I meant!" The boy slouches with guilt. "That's not what I meant."

[riptozier]

@diedbrave || CONT. ( cuz the original post was being weird akjfhsd )

┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ✘ . *. ⋆ THERE WERE DEFINITELY, definitely more important things to worry about right now than the laundry. how could richie put his focus and attention on something like that when eddie just looked so ... delectable? and especially after learning he did something like this just for him, even after so clearly struggling with so much insecurity? god, richie had no idea how he got so lucky. so lucky to be with someone as INSANELY HOT as eddie, but also someone who was willing to try these kinds of things, with and for him.

then came the noises the other made for him, the way he whined and moaned whenever richie came in contact with a sensitive spot, each little one sending thrills of pleasure straight to his groin. as one large palm continued to gently massage eddie's cheeks, the other worked at his clothed arousal, watching the fabrics TIGHTENING around his erection, letting richie know his efforts were not in vain. he was testing the waters, seeing how worked up he could get the other until he was practically begging to ride richie, for richie to be inside him. he met each and every enthusiastic thrust of eddie's hips against his hand with even more insistent groping, moaning out against his lips each time he bent his head to STEAL a kiss right from him.

❝ yeah? you want me to undress you baby? ❞ he teased, tone so low that only the two of them could hear, hot breath against his ear as he experimentally nibbled at one of his lobes. with ease his mouth found eddie's neck to press his lips against, desperately sucking at the sweat-slicked skin until he was sure the area would brown up later. he helped eddie out of his sheen blouse, lightly GRINDING their hips together all the while before taking the liberty to trace his fingertips up and down his stomach a few times. as richie smoothed the pads of his fingers down eddie's sides slowly, one last time, he reached for the hip edges of the lacy panties, feeling his jaw fucking WATERING as he peeled the fabric down the other's slim thighs until his cock could finally spring free.

❝ holy shit, babe ... ❞ richie breathed out, blue eyes blown with lust as his hands traced back up eddie's sensitive thighs, before reaching to get his own boxers out of the way with a whimper. he SIGHED as he bent over eddie, letting the cool air waft up against his own exposed erection as he brought their bodies flush together on the bed, his lips messily smushing against eddie's with a drawn-out moan as he felt the friction of their cocks gently slipping along each other. ❝ eddie ... ❞

[spider-self]

❝ I didn't know where else to go . . . ❞ (as if we need more threads)

Send ❝ I didn't know where else to go . . . ❞ for my muse's reaction to your muse showing up at their doorstep: Accepting

In hindsight perhaps IT should not have been so forthcoming with the human. Allowing him to take IT home after IT was wounded was very twee and sweet and good for IT’s cover. But now Eddie seemed to have gotten ideas. The kind that told him that it was clever and sensible to walk up to the house of a perfect stranger. Especially when that house was Neibolt house, especially when that stranger was IT.

IT leant against the doorframe, running IT’s gaze over Eddie slowly. He didn’t seem well, almost fevered. Had IT been less concerned with holding IT’s human shape in place, IT might have tasted the air properly. As it was.. IT only had IT’s eyes and even they could deceive, weakened with human vision as they were. In any case, most of IT’s attention was focused on upholding a different illusion. One that told Eddie’s soft little mind that Neibolt house had been renovated, it was almost pleasant now. Painted in cheery colours, glimpses of nice furniture visible behind the open door. It would never be homely per se but it was certainly more inviting than the last time they’d visited.

Normally IT would balk at the thought of them coming so close to one of IT’s paths so soon. The old well was one of the more direct lines to IT’s home after all. But IT doubted Eddie would cause much trouble and besides… The door was locked tight.

IT twisted IT’s face into an appropriate expression of concern, stepping aside. “Come into the parlour.”

[spider-self]

"where are you taking them?"

HARD-TO-FIND HURT / COMFORT SENTENCE STARTERS: Accepting

IT had known from the start that being in such close proximity to IT's prey came with risks. IT's disguises were not always perfect, IT could forget Itself and make some kind of noise, some motion that would hint towards IT's true nature. The shifting itself took energy, more so than it had twenty seven years ago. Holding a facsimile of a human shape for such long periods of time made IT restless, made IT hungry. Every so often IT had to retreat, to secret Itself back down to IT's lair to rest and feed. But IT's stores had run low and so IT had been forced into a hunt. It should have been easy, there should have been no possibility of failure, IT had been careful, oh so ridiculously careful. IT's prey lured down a dark alleyway where IT's jaws had made quick work of slicing skin and halting screams. There had been only a choked gargle, the gaping airless gasps as the human struggled against IT's chest, their hands lifting to circle a throat so torn there was hardly any flesh left to grab. The splatters of blood against IT's lips were the sweetest of joys.

IT could admit to losing control. A couple sneaking away for privacy would surely not fight against each other in such a way? Would the man press his partner so tightly against the wall their bones snapped? Would he moan like a wounded beast? Would the sounds be so slick and awful? A rummaging that couldn't have a place if the act was an intimate one? IT had not even attempted to make the feasting appear anything more than that and now... Now the voice that reaches IT's ears makes IT's body freeze. Of course it would be him. Eddie who could surely never claim to be fatalistically curious before now. IT might have expected discovery from Big Bill but not Eddie, so neurotic and scared that he'd probably gotten a shot before coming back home to Derry just in case they'd come up with a few new diseases while he was gone.

Hoping the darkness hid the worst of IT's appearance, IT stepped to the side, shielding the body with IT's own. Damn the human, damn him to Todash Space and beyond. "Back home." IT's voice was rough from the feeding, IT's mouth not quite back into shape.

"Is that a problem?"

[riptozier]

@diedbrave said: " i never feel like this grumpy asshole when you're around. i feel like… me. the real me… "

┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ✘ . *. ⋆ ❝ SINCE WHEN HAVE YOU EVER BEEN A GRUMPY ASSHOLE? ❞ richie teased in response, giving the other a playful yet gentle shove on the shoulder. well, richie had usually kept the ' eddie is such a grumpy asshole ' thoughts to himself whenever they surfaced, but at the same time he also noticed quite a significant difference in eddie's demeanor when they were together. he seemed much looser, more cooperative and willing to joke around, much ... FREER. if that was his doing or not, richie had no idea. but it made him happy to think that he had such an effect on the one person he probably loved more than anyone else, and he wanted to keep doing it, keep making him happy. it was part of his career, after all. he didn't choose it for nothing.

❝ just kidding. you've probably wanted to bite my head off more times than you can count, when we were kids and ever since meeting back up in derry. ❞

GRUMPY / SUNSHINE TROPE PROMPTS !

[thecvildead]

@diedbrave | wanted some ash & eddie time.

' did you wanna grab some pizza or somethin' now that i'm done? '

ash's idea of bonding time can sometimes be ... one-sided. he's been tinkering with the oldsmobile and insisted, absolutely and stubbornly, that eddie accompany.

would it be easier to simply say he misses eddie? wants to spend some quality time with him? of course! but easy and to the point is never ash's style, no, not when he can waste time pussyfooting around the excruciating pain of being vulnerable and open.

' or ... i can get whatever. i can even cook. '

[riptozier]

@diedbrave said: [Fantasy]

┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ✘ . *. ⋆ AT THIS POINT IN THEIR RELATIONSHIP, richie had effectively lost count of how many times he had done this. how many times he had splayed himself out in bed like this , the only one in the house , stark fucking naked and length in hand , thinking about eddie next to him , pleasing him , reminiscing about all the times they had done this together. he had a tendency to do this when the other was not around ; there was almost an empty hole that eddie's absence left in the pit of richie's heart , something that not even this could fill. oddly enough , there sometimes tended to be mental remnants of FILTH && DISGUST he felt when doing this , likely tidbits from childhood that he had forgotten about until now. by this point in his life they had managed to subside from the collegiate wave to the adulthood pricklings that he could easily brush away with his mind , and the moment his head was rolled back onto the pillows , fist briskly moving over himself , they were gone just as quickly as they appeared.

he thought about eddie in that crop top , those lacy panties and garters attached to the stockings , how he let richie crawl right on top of him and touch him all over right then and there. the images and sensations danced behind his eyes , distinctly remembering the taste of eddie's lips on his own , the softness of his skin , the way his body chased richie's hands like a cat wanting to be pet. he pictured his fingers pulling those panties to the side , allowing his partner's needy length to spring free , his fingers working on skin as the other COLLAPSED against the mattress with a moan.

as the phantom sounds grew louder , fingers slipping from his cock to his entrance , ears locking on those pretty , pathetic babbled gasps and whines as he slipped deeper into eddie , he became aware of that familiar heat surging through him , that tingling sensation settling along every inch that his fingertips passed by. it was as if every nerve fibre moved with his hands , each new image his mind created for him allowing for that wonderful sensation of BLISS to completely envelope his whole frame , brain and body turning to mush as he watched eddie climb to his peak.

just as his partner reached that edge , all thanks to his own doing , he was aware of his body convulsing , heat and ecstasy surging through him at a rate that he couldn't counter , couldn't stop for anything , a hot blush flooding his cheeks when his mind became aware of the hot and sticky release that oozed from his cock. it was like he had been out , and he had no idea for how long. did it even matter? he didn't think so , especially not after feeling the corners of his mouth reach his ears , stretched into a smile of sheer post-orgasmic bliss. it was a shame that he only remembered just how GOOD it felt to fantasize like this , about how pretty eddie could make himself just for richie , after he was finished. why couldn't he feel this way all the time? what was wrong with that?

nothing. nothing was wrong with it , he decided. he'd do anything to feel this way all the time , anything at all.

SHARED DESIRES .