Reddie Oneshots

Intensity

seen this on ao3, by acefusti138
⚠️HEAVY bdsm⚠️ (shit gets REAL kinky) stuff goes a bit too far, and aftercare💗(real cute)

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It had been storming when they had started.

After a long day of work, Eddie had taken a much-needed shower to rid himself of the sweat and oily grime that had collected on him in the late summer heat at his auto-mechanic shop. He'd worked as a nurse for years, but the constant intensity and raw emotion proved too grinding on his nerves for it to be healthy, and with Richie gaining a sudden promotion to a new potential permanent member of the SNL team, it gave Eddie the perfect opportunity to do something he had been interested in since he was a child; cars. He loved his new occupation; coming home every night with a pleased smile on his face and either a new story or an exciting new challenge to ramble and bounce possible solutions off of Richie about, the twenty-five-year-old was absolutely flourishing. It made Richie happy to see; he loved his husband of almost three years with everything his lanky self-had.

If Eddie was happy, Richie, nine times out of ten, was happy too. And currently, Eddie was not happy. Storms were one of the few things that he did not, in fact, enjoy. Too loud and overall a little overwhelming after years of correlating them with his equally stormy childhood, Richie had offered to help soothe his husband's discomfort.

"You wanna do a scene tonight?" Eddie asked, drying his hair off with a towel and draping the towel loosely over his tanned shoulder. Richie shrugged from where he sat at the kitchen island, swallowing down the bite of cereal he had taken before Eddie spoke. Placing his spoon back in the milk-filled bowl, he gave Eddie a cheeky grin.

"That is what I just said, yeah," He said, "Storm isn't gonna let up and you look a little anxious," Eddie gave him a look at that, but didn't argue. "Why not relax a little? We haven't done one in a while; it'd be a nice way to spend the night in."

Richie has a point, Eddie's mind argued, We haven't done one in almost two weeks. "Fuck it," Eddie said bluntly, throwing caution to the wind, "Let's do it then."

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That was how they'd ended up in their current dilemma.

Richie, in all honesty, hadn't really prepared for them to take the scene as far as they had. He'd just hoped to tie his poor little sub up— a much-anticipated act after being dommed ruthlessly by his little switch the previous two times they had done a scene. But Eddie had just been such a damn tease, even without doing anything specifically against Richie's orders.

His tanned skin had just looked far too sinful as it teasingly arched and moved as Eddie had sucked Richie off. The devilish mewls he'd made around Richie's cock was going kill Richie at the rate it was going.

"Fuck, baby," Richie hissed low in his throat, "You're gonna end me at this rate." He caught Eddie's swollen lips peek up in a smirk for a split second before his hazel doe-eyes peeked up at Richie innocently and blinked as if he had no idea he was doing it.

Little shit.

"If you're gonna be a tease, baby," Richie said slowly, his voice leveling out, "I'm gonna have to teach you a lesson on how to be a good boy."

Eddie blinked in actual confusion, his fingers drumming twice against Richie's thigh as his yellow light to figure out what Richie had in mind. Richie nodded, helping Eddie pull away from his cock and humming softly. "Lightning," He said, pausing their scene completely.

That had Eddie's attention, and the brown-haired man sat back on his heels, pulling his bound hands out from behind his back infront of him. "Whaddya mean?" He asked, wiping some of the drool and precum that had dribbled out off of his chin with the back of his hand.