Helloooo, this is for the kissing prompts 7 + Reddie 💞👀
Of course!
...to shut them up
Richie shut the door slowly, trying to be as quiet as he possibly could and winced a little when the door clicked a bit as it closed. He waited a moment, to see if she would wake up, but when no sounds of a posses off one year old came Richie counted it as a win.
Coby has been an absolute cluster fuck since the moment she had woken up that morning, demanding a waffle then changing her mind and throwing it on the floor once Richie had made it. She was mad when he wasn’t holding her, but also mad when he picked her up, she kept grabbing Mr. Bagel Face’s tail and pulling until he tried to swipe at her.
No one should ever have to deal with a one year old with a cat scratch.
When him and Eddie had decided that Richie would be the one staying at home most of the time when Coby had been born, Richie had been fucking ecstatic. Being a house husband sounded like the best gig in the world! Make sure things we kept kinda clean, cook food, run some errands and get high on baby snugs all day?
Sign him the fuck up.
Only, that wasn’t exactly it. No one had warned Richie that the tiny adorable wrinkled monkey that they had taken home that day would one day become just the absolute devil incarnate. She had refused to nap, getting mad when he even tried to take her near her room, she only got about six percent of the pureed broccoli Eddie had made her last night in her mouth, the other ninety-four percent had been splattered all over the kitchen.
She’d hit him in the face hard enough to really hurt, she’d spilled his coffee all over herself and him (luckily it had been cold), she had pulled a chunk of his hair out, messed up his stand-up notes by bashing her tiny fat hands on the keyboard of his laptop and had decided all the toilet paper needed to go in the guest bathroom toilet.
Talking to the plumber, a real adult, had been the highlight of his day.
And now she was finally out, finally asleep and Jesus he was fucking exhausted.
Richie ran his hands through his slightly greasy hair, deciding he needed to shower before Eddie came home, when he heard the sound of the garage door opening. He frowned and glanced up, listening to the soft muted sound of Eddie closing his door and coming in through the door.
Oh thank god. Eddie was home early.
But Richie’s happiness was cut short, pure panic racing through his veins when he heard Eddie shut the door and then yell.
“Richie? Coby! Papa is home!”
Oh shit!
Even if her sound machine was on, Eddie’s voice had always had this weird effect on Coby, she could pick his voice out of a crowd of thousands and could hear it even from long distances. It could even wake her up out of a dead sleep.
Fucking bat baby.
Richie hadn’t moved so fast in a long time, running down the hallway and pretty much vaulting down the stairs. His socked feet landed heavily on the floor, wincing when his left knee felt that, but he had no time to worry about that and slip sprinted toward the kitchen where the garage led into the house.
Eddie looked up when he slid into the kitchen, raising an eyebrow but also having that perfect beautiful smile on his face. “Hey! There you are! Where’s our girl, I thought we could go out and- mmmf!”
Richie cut off anymore loud things Eddie had to say by grabbing his husband by the face and smashing their lips together with the passion only a deranged man who had been tortured for hours and now had freedom could give. He pushed past Eddie’s weak sound of protest, sliding his tongue into Eddie’s mouth just to make sure this beautiful idiot stayed quiet.
How they ended up on the kitchen table making out like they were fucking sixteen again was anyone’s guess really, but when Eddie finally pulled away with a gasp and kept his hands on Richie’s chest to keep him away, Richie finally stopped.
“What the fuck, Richie?”
“You’re loud.”
Eddie’s face twisted in a weird mix of confusion and the start of irritation, which was honestly gorgeous on him with his cheeks so flushed. “Excuse me?”
Richie couldn’t help but let out a tired laugh and shook his head. “You’re loud, she’s finally asleep and I fucking need her to stay asleep.”
Understanding quickly made its way over Eddie’s face, his face softening as he reached out to cup Richie’s jaw and give him the softest kiss that felt like a balm on Richie’s hacked up nerves. “I’m guessing the Empress wasn’t a gentle and kind ruler today?”
“God, she was fucking awful, Eds!” Richie cried, loving how Eddie pulled him closer so he could rest his head on his shoulder. Eddie’s smell always seemed to calm him down. “She’s got to be getting a new tooth or something because I was ready to sell her to Satan.”
Eddie huffed a laugh. “Better not be just for a corn chip. That’s my daughter you’re thinking of selling.”
Richie grinned, giving a soft kiss to the exposed part of Eddie’s neck above his collar. “Um no. I would obviously raise the price to two corn chips. One for each of us.”
Eddie let out the laugh that Richie loved the most, where the laugh came from his stomach and was warm in every way.
“Always thinking of me. Thanks, but I think maybe no selling our kid to the lord of darkness, I kind of love her.”
“Yeah.” Richie sighed. “Me too.”
Richie could help but groan when Eddie’s fingers moved into his hair and started to scratch gently.
“How about a shower?” Eddie suggested. “I can help you wash your back and maybe help you get rid of some of that...stress.”
Richie popped up quickly, looking down at Eddie in excitement. “Are you offering sass, my good lad?”
“Not if you call me lad again.” Eddie replied deadpanned and then squawked when Richie picked him up and threw him over his shoulder. “Hey!”
“Gotta be quiet, Eds.” Richie warned. “Cause if she wakes up I’m putting you on rocking duty and you’ll still owe me that sass.”
“I’m going to sell you to Satan for two corn chips.”
42. I’m going to save you from the terrible date you’re having
“And you know what else? My parents paid for me to travel all over London for an entire summer! God, it was fantastic. I pity anyone who doesn’t go. I mean, seriously, everyone needs to go see Europe. Fuck school, money, whatever. I don’t care. No excuses, am I right?”
The boy in front of him stopped talking very suddenly and Eddie almost jolted with the force of it. He sputtered, almost dropping his fork down onto his plate.
“Uh, yeah, totally.”
What was this guy even talking about? Drop all your responsibilities and prance around overseas for three whole months with what money? Eddie should have known better than to say yes to this date. The first message this guy ever sent him said Let me take you out on the most expensive date you’ve ever been on. I won’t disappoint, I promise ;)
Eddie can’t even remember why he replied. Probably to say something snarky back. Maybe it was even to make fun of the guy right to his face. Well, that backfired. Now he’s stuck here listening to the epitome of rich, while, male privilege drone on and on about daddy’s money and expensive clothing and first class flights.
“What about you, Eddie? Where’s your favorite place to travel?”
Jeez, does this guy not know him at all? Of all the times Eddie’s said he hasn’t gone many places, of all the times he said he only makes a modest living. God, how fucking arrogant.
His annoyance must shine through because suddenly his date corrects himself. “Is there anywhere you’d like to go?”
Eddie considers this for a moment. Yeah, sure, there’s plenty of places he’d like to go. He’d love to see Europe, for starters, but something bitter inside of him doesn’t want to give this douche the satisfaction of knowing that.
“I’ve always wanted to go out to California. My best friend went to school out there and loved it.”
“Oh, don’t even get me started on California. Your friend has no idea what he’s talking about. It’s such a cheap trick. Nothing there is real, not even the mountains. You can get better views up in Iceland. You should let me take you there.”
Ugh! It takes every single bone in Eddie’s body not to smash his head against the table. First off, how fucking pretentious. Second, how dare he insult Richie like that? Richie is his best friend. God, if he were out to dinner with Richie instead this wouldn’t be so fucking painful. It feels like Eddie’s ripping his own teeth out one by one without painkillers – he can hardly even enjoy his food! Richie would make it feel like the best dinner in the world.
“And you know, it’s really beautiful –”
“Excuse me,” Eddie cuts in, not even trying to be polite. “I have to go to the bathroom.”
“Oh, sure! Take your time. I’ll order dessert while you’re gone. Baked Alaska sound good?”
Eddie makes a noise that could be either a confirmation or denial as he stands but his date doesn’t question it. He just smiles down at the menu and the pulls out his phone – the newest iPhone, probably preordered. Eddie has to stop himself from scoffing.
He makes his way to the bathroom with quick, short steps and doesn’t hold back when he throws the door open. It slams loudly against the wall and someone standing in the far corner jumps, before turning around.
“Whoa, what gives – oh! Eds, finally. Jesus you take forever to piss, you know that?”
Eddie freezes in his tracks. What the actual fuck? He’s going to be dreaming. This has to be a hallucination because there’s no way Richie is standing in front of him right now. Make if he shakes his head a little bit and shuts his eyes fake Richie will go away?
“What are you doing? Pick your jaw off the floor, man. How’s it going out there?”
Nope. Still here.
Eddie makes quick work of crossing the room. He gets close to Richie before glancing under the stall doors to confirm the room in empty before asking, “Richie, what are you doing here?”
“What does it look like I’m doing here? I’m here to save you from this awful date!”
“How did you know it’s awful? Have you been spying on me?” He can’t help the way his voice raises an octave, getting more screechy the longer they talk.
“No, I could just tell it was going to be shit. Look at him, he’s a walking travesty!” Richie takes another step toward him while he talks and Eddie feels his heart fall into the bottom of his chest for just a second.
“How long have you been in here?”
“When did your date start? Forty-five minutes ago?”
A nod from Eddie.
“Yeah, about that long.” Eddie is about to open his mouth and say something but before he can, Richie keeps going. “We have about another minute of safety before he starts to get suspicious and checks on you. The window is open, Eds. What do you say?”
Eddie doesn’t even hesitate to take Richie’s hand. He already knows who he’d rather spend his night with.
Hi! What do you think about Omega!Eddie and Alpha!Richie? I’ve been wanting to read some Reddie ABO but I can’t find one and I love your writing
Heya, bud!
So to be quite honest, I do have issues with a lot of ABO and such so I have never really written it, but since you asked I will try my hand at it! I hope you like it (also I wasn’t sure if you wanted nsfw ABO or not)
“This is the last and final meeting before we sign the marriage certificate between Mr. Kaspbrak and Mr. Tozier.”
Their lawyers sat next to each other, looking over the long fine and fine print of the marriage contract. Eddie let out a soft sigh, his head starting to ache at all of the legal talk his and the Tozier’s lawyers kept spouting and all he wanted to do was crawl back into bed and sleep for the next hundred years. That’s one of the signs that told him his heat was coming which was why both families were so eager to get this signed before Eddie’s heat came and went. It hadn’t always been like this, this insane mad scramble to pair up any strong blooded Alpha and Omega or any female and male combination they could in order to repopulate.
But that was all before the sickness.
The sickness came in quietly and grew rapidly, starting with fevers and chills and ending in only one outcome.
Death.
It had killed over half the population of the world leaving only three billion left in its wake. Four billion dead and gone and the survivors scrambled to make the world right again.
It had taken Eddie’s father when Eddie had only been six.
So now the world government went around trying to find any matches they could to make sure the earth could flourish again and that was why he and his mother sat across from two men and a woman, the Toziers, as their lawyers battled out the conditions of their union. Not everyone had to get married, some just came together to procreate and then raised the child as single people, but in Eddie’s case money and name were involved.
“Mr. Kaspbrak will be able to keep his name, along with having sole rights to the Kaspbrak auto company and money. Mr. Tozier will only be allowed to touch them if given permission by Mr. Kaspbrak.” Eddie heard his mother snort softly into her hand, having hated this match from the start. Thing was, Richard Tozier in his mother’s mind wasn’t pure enough because Richard’s mother was a beta, which was idiotic because who honestly fucking cared?
Eddie would have given anything to live like a Beta.“Mr. Tozier will have sole rights to his production company, Trashmouth Records, and the land owned by Tozier family in San Joaquin Valley. If Mr. Kaspbrak wishes to use it, Mr. Tozier must agree to it.” Eddie’s eyes moved to look at the man across from him, wild curls that he had obviously tried to tame with gel push out so that he looked like a wild mess, his glasses thick and heavy on the bridge of his nose and Eddie bit his lip at the spark of warmth he felt for the man he would soon call husband.
“They will live in Mr. Tozier’s penthouse because it is both close to the main studio and the home auto shop where Mr. Kaspbrak works from.” Eddie gave a small nod because they had gone over this so many times that Eddie could probably recite it in his sleep and when he looked over at Richie again, there was a small smug smile on his face. Eddie rolled his eyes and looked away, but the heat in his cheeks was burning.
“Finally, the two shall wait at least three years before trying to produce a child so that Mr. Kaspbrak can get things settled with his company before he has to go on leave.”
Richie gave a nod then and spoke. “Or more if he needs more time.”
Their eyes met and Eddie wanted this meeting over now more than ever.
The contract was handed to each of them, Richie and his parents signature and Eddie and his mother’s, and just like that they were legally bound, the only thing they had left to do was say their vows in three days.
As they all filed out of the room, Eddie excused himself from his mother saying he needed to use the restroom, and he waited till she had turned down the hall before he quickly made his way to the empty custodial closet that he knew all too well. He jumped when the door opened slightly and a hand reached out to grab his wrist, pulling him in and shutting the door swiftly and quietly. Eddie hissed when his front was pressed up against the closed door and he growled when he felt a nose nuzzle at the back of his neck, pushing down his starched collar to reveal the large bite mark at the nape.
“I hate when you cover this up.”
Eddie’s irritation was soothed when he felt lips press against the mark, humming softly as Richie’s larger warm body covered his own and he hated the idea of leaving this closet to go back home with his mother. They had bonded before the idea of marriage had ever come up, both Richie and Eddie carefully avoiding other matches and pushing for their parents to look in certain areas. It had been exhausting, but worth it if he could legally call Richie his along with the bite mark on his neck.
“Just three more days, Eds.” Richie whispered as he held him tighter. “We can hold out. We are so close.”Eddie gave a quick nod, closing his eyes and taking in the few precious moments they had before people became suspicious.
Hiiiii, do you have a master list of Reddie fics, but only about smut? I’m in a mood and the only thing I want to read is reddie smut so please help me
Oh man dude, what a mood.
Okay I’ve got a few things for you. This list is bottom Richie and this one is some smut recs.
Then below I’ve got a bunch of my fics that are either smut 1 shots or multi-chap with smut in each chap
Power Me Up
Richie has been chosen to compete in Ultimate Beastmaster with his best friend Bev. But he’s much more interested in winning Eddie Kaspbrak, an attractive rival.
5 times Eddie and Richie failed to get it on (and 1 time they did)
“It's always tease, tease, tease. You're happy when I'm on my knees. One day it's fine and next it's -” Richie sung as he finally turned around and saw Eddie. His face broke into a grin and he flipped off the vacuum, still singing as he walked to Eddie.“Well, come on and let me know. Should I stay or should I go?” Richie continued as he reached for Eddie, his hands easily sliding over Eddie’s hips and pulling him close, finishing the lyric by whispering it in Eddie’s ear.“Stay. Definitely.” Eddie said, laughing as Richie kept singing as their lips drew close. It started as a silly kiss, both smiling against the other’s lips, but Eddie wanted more.
Let it Snow
“This started as a tickle fight and it isn’t tickling anymore” + Blizzard
The App
The rules for the app are as follows:No facesNo names, only nicknamesNo contact outside the appAnything else goes.When Eddie signs up for the hookup app he doesn’t think he’ll have any issues following these rules but when he meets someone named Trashmouth he starts to question if rules are meant to be broken.
The Third Date Rule
Bev drags Eddie along for her tattoo session, telling him that her artist is sex on a stick. She's right, Eddie likes him immediately- if only he wouldn't talk so much.
AU where Richie is a tattoo artist and Eddie pretty much just wants to work in HR and be left alone.
Then my tumblr prompts collection has some NSFW fics
