Dixie Boy

Dixie Boy

Relationship: Bichie (Bill x Richie)

Tags: Songfic, Possessive Behavior

Summary: Richie knows he's a bit possessive of his boyfriend. Bill doesn't seem to mind. Inspired by the song: Dixie Boy by April Smith And The Great Picture Show (lyrics in the fic)

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 I know you've got designs on my man     I see you giving him the eye     And I don't like what I see     And I know you don't want to get into it with me

Richie knew he was a clingy person. He wasn’t stupid or in denial about his issues. He knew he had a weird habit of clinging to his friends a little too tightly. Hell, his friends knew he had it too, but yet they never called him out on it. In fact, if anything they just let him do it, or always gave him the option to do whatever it is what they were doing. If he showed up their house in the middle of the night they’d let him in, or if everyone had stuff to do one would make sure Richie was invited. They never talked about it though. Just like how they never talked about how particular Stan could be about certain things, or how Bill seemed to avoid sewer drains like the plague.

Richie also knew he was very possessive of his friends. Of course, all the Losers were somewhat possessive of one another, but Richie knew he was just a touch more. If one of them was bullied he was the first one on the scene swinging, or if there was ever a possible chance of someone leaving or being added to their gang he was always ready to shut it down. He hadn’t had to do this yet, but he’d thought about it a few times.

The thing is though it never accord to him just how possessive he was until he started dating Bill Denbrough.

 'Cause like a soldier defends his land     I stand up, I get up, I defend my man     So don't make me ask you twice     'Cause I asked you once and I asked you nice     Keep your damn hands off my     Dixie Boy

Now, this was of no fault of Bill himself. Bill was just a nice guy. People were drawn to him by his good looks, easy going attitude, and kind words. He’d draw people pictures to make them happy, and then always got very nervous when he gave it to them. He’d stutter his way through an explanation, cheeks flushed, as he passed them the paper. Bill may have been a stuttering, klutzy mess, but he was always trying to make people happy and Richie absolutely loved him for it.

And from the way people would act around Bill they seemed to admire that about him as well.

 Well, he's sweet, isn't he?     But I'm sorry, ladies, he belongs to me     My Dixie Boy     Well, he's fine, but get in line     'Cause he's mine, he's mine, all mine, all mine.

It was one of the biggest things he noticed about Bill when they started dating. He saw just how much people actually payed attention to Bill, or worse touched him. Richie knew for a fact that Bill was not very comfortable when it came to strangers touching him. When it came to the other Losers Bill was fine, but anybody else seemed to make Bill nervous. Bill was too polite about things to just pull away from these people though. He’d just stand there and grin until the other person moved away, or somebody, mainly Richie, tugged him away.

This is why Richie uses every opportunity he gets to put an arm around Bill’s waist or shoulders. He kisses Bill in the hallways, sneaks up and hugs him from behind every chance he gets, and if he catches some fool leering at his boyfriend then he slips a hand in Bill’s back pocket to cup his ass right in front of them.

Bill always gives the most delicious squeak when he does this.

Well, I know the way that you girls operate So keep your hands to yourself and your eyes on your own plate It's not nice to stare Don't make me come over there 'Cause ladies, I'm a lady but please understand When it comes to my boy, I will fight like a man I will seek, and I will destroy For the apple of my eye, my pride and joy

Then there was the time at a party. He’d taken his eyes off Bill for what felt like a second, when he’d heard a loud smack followed by a yelp. He turned to see another male pressed up against Bill gripping his boyfriend’s ass like he owned it and seeming too whisper things in his ear. Bill looked a deer caught in the headlights. Body rigid and eyes-wide.

Richie couldn’t even remember moving. All he knew was one minute he was looking at his scared boyfriend, and the next he was looking down at the fallen asshole that dare smack his boyfriend’s ass.

Then Richie was being pulled away from the scene. Away from the party, and out into the cold night air. He expected Bill to be angry with him for punching the dude. Expected Bill to yell at him for resorting straight to violence, but no.

Instead Bill had shoved him up against the wall, and kissed him so hard his lips bruised.

 My Dixie Boy     Well, he's sweet, isn't he?     But I'm sorry, ladies, he belongs to me     My Dixie Boy     Well, he's fine, but get in line     'Cause he's mine, he's mine, all mine, all mine

The other Losers did call him out over his possessiveness of Bill. They joked about it. Would role theirs eyes when Richie got a little too touchy, or glared at people for staring.

He didn’t care though. Bill was his.

    I'm a lover not a fighter and I don't want to have to get rough     I'm just warning you ahead of time     I can be a bitch when it comes to my stuff     So keep your damn hands off my     Dixie Boy

And though Bill called him out on it too at times Richie knew Bill actually loved it. He’d scowled Richie for touching his ass in public, or for glaring at people, but Richie could see the lust in his eyes whenever Richie acted this way. Could feel it in the way Bill would grab him and kiss him behind closed doors.

And especially in the way Bill always seemed to fall apart as Richie whispered that he was his, while he peppered kisses across his skin.

 Well, he's sweet, isn't he?     But I'm sorry, ladies, he belongs to me     My Dixie Boy     Well, he's fine, but get in line     Tell you one more time, the boy is mine     He's mine, he's mine, all mine, all mine

This is my favorite video, Jack is the one on top btw

THIS IS THE FUNNIEST THING IVE EVER SEEN

Passing on with some pitty goodness.

Yep this sudden burst of anxiety is awful. I might go and binge watch markiplier videos. Maybe that’ll help.

Gazebos, Yellow, and Red

Relationships: Bill x Richie x Eddie x Stanley (OT4)

Tags: Talk of sex, safe word discussion, no actual sex though

Summary: Every relationship should have safe words. Especially, one with four teenage boys.

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“I don’t see why your freaking out Eddie. You know all the answers.” Eddie paused midstep to look over at Stan who was alternating between staring out the window, and watching the smaller boy pace as he answered Bill’s questions. He made a little huffing noise, flailed his arms a bit, and gave Stan a look.

“I do not. Didn’t you hear Bill say I got the last one wrong. Wrong Stan! Wrong!”

“I actually ssssaid you only got it half-wr-wrong,” Bill said peering up at them from his own spot on Richie’s bed. His head was resting on said boy’s lap, as said boy stared off into space absent mindedly played with Bill’s hair. Bill was holding their biology textbook in his hands, and had been spewing Eddie question after question for the past hour.

“Half-wrong, wrong, same thing. Bill next question.”

“No Bill, no more questions.” Stan moved from his spot near the window, and walked over to wrap the irritated boy into his arms. “Eddie you’ve got this. You know this material better than any of us.” Eddie huffed again, but nodded at the praise and leaned against him. “Plus, if I have to hear one more biology question I’m going to scream. Right Bill?” Bill smiled and nodded as he let the book fall close next to him. “Great, so no more biology-“

“I think we should come up with a safe word.”

The three other boys in the room froze before slowly looking over (or up in Bill’s case) at Richie who had seemed to have finally snapped back to reality in the most awkward and typical Richie way possible. By spouting weirdness. Bill was the first to speak up.

“A s-sssafe word?” Richie nodded.

“Yea, you know like when we do sexy stuff. That way if somebody feels uncomfortable or overwhelmed they can use the safe word, and the rest of us will know to stop.” Eddie gave Richie a freaked out look, and shook his head.

“What type of weird-kinky shit do you think we’re going to be doing that we would need a safe word for?”

“I’m not saying we’re going to do be doing weird shit… though if any of you guys have some ideas I’m totally down for hearing them… but I mean even in the vanillaest of sex you should have a safe word.”

“It pains me to say this, but I think Richie’s right,” Stan finally spoke up. “Especially, considering there’s four of us in this relationship. Even the vanillaest of sex is a little out there.”

“See, even Stan agrees. So, anybody got any suggestions?”

“What about B-beep, beep,” Bill asked. Stan shook his head. “No, I feel we use that one too much already as it is. I think we’d wind up saying it more accidently than as a safe word.” He gave Richie a look. Richie just shrugged and smirked at him. “Anyway, this was your idea Richie, you got any ideas?”

Richie seemed to make quite a show of thinking about it before a shit eating grin spread across his cheeks. Stan instantly had regrets.

“How about gazebos?”

“Fuck No,” Eddie instantly responded as he moved away from Stan to shake his fist at Richie. Bill laughed.

“Gazebos! I l-l-like it.”

Stan nodded in agreement.

“Our safe word is not going to be fucking gazebos! It was years ago, stop bring it up!”

“Oh Eddie, you should know by now that we will never let gonna let gazebos die.” Eddie gave Richie the finger. “Those in favor of gazebos raise your hands.” Three hands shot up.

“No, I refuse!”

“But Eddie-“

“W-we could try the sssstoplight s-system.” This time three heads turned to look in Bill’s direction. His cheeks had turned a soft pink, and he looked a bit surprised by his own suggestion.

“The what system?”

“The s-ssstoplight system. I read about it in a b-b-book. Green means your g-good to go. Yellow means you’re a l-little uncomfortable, and you either n-need to stop or s-ssslow down. R-r-red means your too o-overwhelmed or unhappy and you need to s-ssstop.”

“Wow Bill, what kind of kinky shit have you been reading? You holding out on us Big Bill?” Bill flushed darker and tried to hide is face against Richie’s lap. Stan gave Richie a look as he walked over to run a hand along Bill’s ankle in comfort.

“I think that’s a great idea Bill.”

“I agree. All in favor of gazebo, yellow, and red raise your hands!” Eddie looked like he wanted to argue more, but reluctantly raised his hand with the other three boys.

“Then it’s official. We’ll use the gazebo stop light system as our safe words.” Richie nodded proud of himself.

“Great lovely, we have safe words… what about Bill though,” Eddie brought up as he came over to join the others on the bed. “What if he can’t say the words?”

“I don’t s-stutter that much d-during sex.”

“Bill, honey, I love you… and your stutter is getting better but, the last time I gave you a handjob you couldn’t speak for like a full hour afterwards,” Stan pipped up. Bill, who had finally recovered from his last embarrassing statement flushed darkly again. Richie smile and patted his head.

“Eddie spaghetti’s right. We’ll just have to pay closer attention to Billy boy then. Get him to mouth the words at us, focus on his body language, have patients… all that jazz.”

“I-I don’t want to be a b-b-bother.”

“You’re never a bother Big Bill.” Eddie leaned down to give Bill a quick little kiss on the cheek.

“So, it’s agreed then. Gazebo, yellow, red, and we make sure Big Bill’s happy. Can I get an amend?”

“Amend,” the other three boys chorused.

“So, now that were officially settled who wants to give our new words a try,” Richie said while attempting to wiggle his eyebrows suggestively. Attempted being the keyword there. Stan snorted and bopped him on the head.

“Though I’d love too, I promised my parents I’d be home by nine,” he said while standing from the bed and stretching. “You want a ride Eddie?” Eddie nodded and stood up as well before going about gathering his stuff. “What about you Bill? You want a ride?” Bill smiled up at him and shook his head no.

“N-no I’m going to stay here a bit longer.”

“Whatever you say Big Bill. You two play nice then.” He gave the two of them a kiss goodbye before going over to Eddie who was already by the door waiting for him with his nose back in his biology book.

Once the two were gone Richie looked down at Bill, and gave him one of his patented “hey-there-sexy” smiles.

“So, what do you say Big Bill?”

“Gazebos.”

Proving Richie Wrong

Relationship: Bill x Eddie (kaspbrough), Tozenbrak (Hinted)

Tags: PWP, roughness, bruises, Top Eddie, Bottom Bill, Mild Language

Summary: Richie pisses Eddie off. Bill comes up with a solution, and a way to make Eddie feel better. 

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Eddie storms through the Denbrough house without a single care how loud he is. Bill’s parents aren’t here (though even if they were he would have probably been just as loud just to see if they’d acknowledge his or Bill’s presence for once). He slams the front door open, marches through the hall, stomps up the stairs, and opens Bill’s door so hard that it flies against the walls causing the items on the shelves near to shake. Bill looks up at him from his spot on the bed like he’s surprised Eddie’s here, and didn’t just come storming through his household.

“E-eddie? What’s wrong?”

“Richie.” He clenches his teeth as he says the name, fist shaking as his sides. Bill doesn’t even look surprised.

“What did R-richie do now?”

“What did he do? What did he do? What doesn’t he do!” He throws his hands up in a rage, kicks the door shut, and begins pacing around Bill’s room as he rants. “I know I shouldn’t let what he says get to me, but the asshole knows just what to say to get under my skin and it makes me so mad. Today he kept making short jokes at me, and had the audacity to say I must be a bottom because I’m short!”

“What’s wrong w-with being a b-b-bottom?”

“Nothing, but ugh! He can’t just assume shit like that, and even when I said I’ve topped the asshole wouldn’t believe me!” He pauses midstride to look at Bill who’s watching him slightly confused. “Tell me Bill, who tops in our relationship.”

“Well, technically we s-ssswitch-“

“Yes, but who usually tops?”

“You do.”

“Exactly!”

“I j-just don’t get why y-you’re so angry about w-w-what R-richie thinks…”

“I’m not I just,” He sighs and runs his hands through his hair. “I couldn’t give a fuck what Richie thinks, but he just knows the right way to get under my skin and I just UGGGHHHH!”

Bill watches him have a little mini rant dance in the middle of his room, before speaking up again.

“I know something w-we can do that will make you happy.” He drops his hands and looks at Bill defeated.

“What?”

“We could p-prove R-richie wr-wrong.”

Eddie stares at Bill uncertain how to respond to that before surging forward and tugging Bill into an aggressive kiss. Nothing about it is cute or innocent. It’s hungry, rough, and bruise inducing. Their lips slide together. Their tongues dance. A soft moan makes its way from the back of Bill’s throat.

Eddie is the first to pull away. He slides his lips along Bills chin, down his neck, and finally holds his shirt collar to the side so he can latch onto Bill’s collar bone. It’s his absolute favorite place to leave his mark, because he knows Bill can hide it from wandering eyes, but Eddie still gets to see the splash of colors peek through whenever Bill fiddles with his shirt collar.

He pulls away long enough for the both of them to lose their shirts.

“Is this okay,” he whispers. Bill gives a needy moan as Eddie latches onto one of his nipples.

“Y-yea.”

There a mess of limbs. Hands gripping and grabbing. Lips marking any open flesh.

Eddie worms his way between Bill’s legs, and has him lift his hips so he can yank his pants and boxers off. Bill shivers at the expose, a flush spreading from his checks to his upper chest. Eddie gets hit with the scent of his favorite strawberry soap that Bill owns, and the heavy musky scent that’s all Bill. He grabs at the other boy’s thighs, and presses kisses along Bill’s hips. There’s a slight taste of soap that makes him smile.

“Did you clean yourself for me Big Bill? Get yourself ready for my arrival?”

He looks up to see Bill giving him a sly little smile.

“Well, you s-sssaid you w-were coming over today.”

“Your ridiculous Billy.” He gets up so that he can strip out of his own pants, grabs the bottle of lube and a condom from Bill’s bedside dresser, and drops the bottle onto Bill’s belly before climbing back between his legs. “But you may as well finish what you started.”

Bill seems a little nervous as he pops the cap and pours a generous amount of lube onto his fingers. Especially, when Eddie grabs a hold of his thighs again, and holds his legs open for him. His knees held up near his head, and everything he has being put on display for Eddie’s pleasure.

“E-e-eddie.” He whines. Eddie rubs comforting circles with his thumbs against his thighs.

“Come on Bill, I wanna see you. Let me see you open yourself for me.”

Bill shivers at this and nods. He reaches down and presses the first finger to his entrance. There’s some slight resistance, but he slips the finger in. Eddie kisses his thighs as he works himself. Watches as the finger moves in and out of Bill’s ass before another one is slipped in next to it. By the time he inserts a third Eddie has left dark hickies all over his thighs and bite mark a few inches from his knee. The faster he moves his fingers, the louder he moans, the darker the bruise Eddie seems to leave on his flesh.

“I’m r-r-ready E-e-eddie.”

Eddie smirks and gives his thighs one last kiss before tapping Bill on the hips and telling him to roll over. As Bill changes positions he slips the condom on, and moves to position himself behind the taller male.

“Let’s prove Richie wrong, shall we?”

Bill smirks back at him, and wiggles his ass in encouragement for Eddie to go for it.  

----- The next day at school Bill arrives with a slight limp, puffy lips, a few visible bruises, and a happy smile on his face. Next to him, almost a full half a foot shorter, Eddie stands looking smug as fuck. Richie looks between the two of them confused.

“How does that even work?”

Eddie rolls his eyes and gives him the finger.

“Like I said Richie, size don’t mean shit. Plus, you’d be surprised by the stuff I can do in bed.” He gives Bill’s ass a hard slap as though to emphasize his point, and then swaggers off with his head held high. The other two watch him go before Richie turns to Bill.

“You got something to add Big Bill?”

Bill shrugs.

“B-before I didn’t think I w-would like b-bottoming but… Eddie always m-makes it really en-enjoyable.” He gives Richie a little smile before trailing off after his boyfriend.

It takes Richie several minutes to will his erection away before he can follow after them.