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EDDIE KASPBRAK it: chapter 2 voice strength: ★★★★★ shipping: i'm reddie trash but i'm also all about that platonic love with the other losers preferences: gen, smut, shippy, angst, au, cross-canon, slice of life. notes: for some fun starting points: some random assortment of memes and aus for days; feel free to go the other worldly route; also throw pics or random sentences at me and a kink generator because why not. hit me up for starters if you'd like. there's no crying in baseball but there is crying in my rp but let's have fun, ok. picture prompts • quote prompts • music prompts • etc

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Growing up homosexual in a shit town like Derry had been both difficult and dangerous. It didn't help that homosexuality wasn't discussed and what little was about the topic was never supportive. Derry was a town that had been poisoned with so much hate, people who were cruel for no damn reason. Richie could recall the small confrontation with Bowers in the arcade, it was a moment that petrified him as much as it did humiliate him. He had been terrified to discuss his sexuality with anyone out of fear of being shunned, his loved ones looking at him in pure disgust, especially Eddie. He didn't want his best friend to look at him as a disease.

What a fucking idiot he had been. He should have known that Eddie's feelings were mutual. Twenty-Seven long years seperated, they had a lot to make up for. The pandemic had swept in like a nightmare, California had been impacted the worst along with a few other large cities. Things started shutting down, events cancelled and a shit ton of people in facemask. Eddie didn't take news of the virus well, Richie had spent close to a week trying to sooth him. It remained patient with his hubby, they had a marriage to enjoy.

Christ how Richie lived for those wonderful, amazing mornings. Their bed would grow cold and lonely once Eddie was up for the morning, Richie preferred him snuggled in bed, arms tangled around Richie's larger form. Eddie's hand would always work wonders and they would never fail to pull him out of a deep sleep no matter where they decided to linger. Eddie's lips were just as magical, Richie was fucking spoiled and he knew it.

That's why he obviously is still blessed with a blowjob after fucking up Eddie's favorite washer. He's going to take the bait, his long fingers entwine within Eddie's soft, perfect locks and he doesn't hold back with the eager tugs. He can't resist the need to roll his hips, thrusting desperate against Eddie's mouth. He's growing more needy and he's going to come unhinged at any moment.

"E-Eds ...."