Thinking About How Much Steve Would Love Pleasuring You. He Would Barely Care About Getting Himself Off

Young Carlos

#cs55

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You and Eddie laying down together on his bed while he writes up the next arc of his dnd campaign????

He’s shirtless. Propped up just enough to be able to write comfortably and you’re (in your comfiest pjs) fully laying down between his legs with your head on his tummy. Your time is mostly spent listening as he mumbles little ideas to himself, humming along happily whenever he has any sort of break through, and pressing little pecks to his pretty, soft skin whenever you feel the need. Sometimes he get so excited about an idea and literally uses your head to stabilize his notebook so he can scribble it down faster— his legs wiggling all hyperactive on either side of your body like he’s gonna explode if the words don’t get out of him fast enough.

Pretty boy lets you take a peek at whatever he’s got written down bc he knows you aren’t gonna spoil anything for the rest of hellfire (no matter how much Dustin tries to beg, bribe, or blackmail the details out of you) His face lights up with the biggest, fondest grin whenever you make any comments on the parts you like or even when you ask questions about the things you don’t quite understand yet bc he’s just SO happy you’re taking interest in something he cares so much about.

You always end up giving him endless amounts of praise for his writing/storytelling abilities. And, you leave NO room for him to argue or deflect— eyes so honest and true as you stare him down, tone of voice showing every inch of admiration you have for him in a way that makes him feel like there’s a lump in his throat. Gets his eyes all shiny and he has to look away before his bottom lip starts to wobble or something silly like that. By the end of the night you’re all tucked up in his arms as he reads his ideas out loud to you, because even though you’ve already read through most of it you insist it’s not the same if he isn’t doing the character voices himself. (And secretly you just like having an excuse to hear him speak lol)

He’s got one hand resting on the back of your neck, warm and grounding while he balances his notebook in the other. He’s animated as always, albeit a little toned down as to not disturb you too much. Presses a little kiss to the top of your head to punctuate the end of each paragraph/idea.

You don’t always fall asleep like this, but when you do it’s really not your fault. You can blame the way his thumb rubs little soothing circles in the juncture of your neck. The low rumble of his voice that only gets deeper as he switches between characters. The warmth of his bare skin or the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath your cheek.

He doesn’t stop reading, even when he notices you’ve begun to lull, but his voice does get softer. Fonder, somehow. He’d never have the heart to nudge you awake, even when you eventually get so comfortable that you start to drool a tiny puddle onto his chest.

He’ll always have the heart to tease you about it whenever you wake up, though.

Ln4

hold me close

or: eddie letting you wear his accessories during sex !

a/n: soft sex ! so very soft n loving. just an all around good and emotional tear-filled time. / 0.9k words

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the process is intimate and takes a lot out of him. he’s anxious, you both are. anxious regarding what this might mean for the two of you. what this next step entails. you were so happy when eddie pulled you into his lap and asked you to try something with him, popping the question in between chaste little kisses.

he trusts you and you adore it, accepting each piece with a soft “thank you.” you know how vulnerable he feels without his accessories, you’ve learned to accept that he doesn’t even take them off to shower.

your job is to keep what he gives you safe, wearing his pieces with pride. it drives him crazy, absolutely insane when you look up at him through your lashes like that. thanking him for laying his claim on you. for giving you the most important parts of him.

he’s never done this with anyone before, never trusted anyone enough to share this part of himself. you’ve come to learn that each ring means something much deeper to him, deeper than you previously thought. you want him to be comfortable, want him to know how much you love him, how much this means to you.

the guitar pick necklace goes first, he slips it onto you once he’s got your shirt off, cooing at the way the charm settles in the valley of your breasts. the chain in cold against your skin, eliciting goosebumps that he rubs away with his warm hand. you hook your fingers into the front of his t-shirt and pull him forward, placing a soft peck on the tip of his nose.

eddie giggles at the kiss. and you feel like your heart may give out. it’s a sweet little sound, so innocent. you peck his lips next, basking in the way his mouth curls up into a giddy smile. “thank you eds” you tell him, fiddling with the chain.

he kisses down your sternum next, rubbing circles into the fat of your hip with his hand. he moves onto his rings, crucifix on your pointer, then the pig skull on your middle. he slides the thick metal onto each digit with a small peck to your nailbeds.

you giggle at the gesture, shivering from the ticklish feeling. they’re a bit big on you, the heavy steel charms give into gravity and slip to hang towards the ground. in a burst of confidence, you take both of your ringed fingers and play at the seam of his mouth, urging him to open up.

eddie surprises you, he nips and sucks at the tips of your digits with a grin, sighing at the weight of them on his tongue. you gasp at the wet feeling, gazing up at him from where you lie on your back. he sucks you in all the way to the top end of the matching bands, pulling back and reaching to part your fingers in a V-shape.

he flicks his tongue back and forth between the gap, winking at you.

you inhale sharply, growing hot at what the gesture insinuates.

“perv” you mumble, earning a snicker from the man above you.

eddie’s shirt is next to go, meeting yours in a pile at the foot of his bed. you hook your sticky fingers into the waist of his pants and wiggle them down, helping him get each leg out.

you’re both down to your underwear now, sinking into the plush of his mattress in a loving kiss. you revel in the intimacy of it, how pure his love is for you, how safe you feel in the arms of a man sent to you by the angels above.

the skull ring goes next, the one and only piece of memorabilia he has from his father. you gasp as he slides the jewelry onto your opposite thumb. it fits perfectly around the length of your thickest finger.

“eds..” you whisper, tone wavering. “are you sure bub?”

he smiles down at you, expression pure and full of love.

“why wouldn’t i be?” he assures you.

your bra and panties go next, then his boxers, discarded to the depths of his bedroom floor. you’re grinding up against each other now, grazing your leaking core over his pulsing cock. eddie gasps, little pitiful whines and groans into the fold of your neck, practically sobbing at the stimulation.

it’s what he does next that breaks your heart.

eddie pulls away from you, kneeling tall over your form. you still at the show of dominance, reveling in the way his firm body towers above everything in your line of sight. he brings his hands to his chest and removes the last piece of jewlery. his mother’s ring.

he shushes you before you can protest, slipping it onto your ring finger, eyes never leaving yours. he’s shaking, you realize.

you know what the gesture means. you know exactly what he’s saying when he presses his lips to the gemstone.

your lip wobbles.

“promise me” he pleads. you realize what he’s asking.

“wanna leave this town someday, gonna take you with me.”

you nod , pulling him down so he’s laying on top of you, forehead to forehead. he doesn’t need to say what the gesture implies, you already know.

“f’course sweet boy.” you tell him. basking in the warmth of his body held tight against yours. he goes lax at the admission, reassured by your response. you hear him sniffle.

“you don’t even need to ask eds.”

Lando Norris

#ln04🍣

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eddie only lets you touch his hair. and if someone else does he gets upset I feel.

fr!! hes very particular about who gets to touch his hair. he’s such a dork I love him

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eddie finds a knot in his hair at hellfire, and it’s driving him crazy but he can’t get it out himself for the life of him. dustin notices his aggravation and is like dude here. let me and eddie yells at him and slaps his hands away. but then when you come to pick him up from club, he’s pushing himself into your chest, arms around your waist, all whiny. babe :( I got a knot again :(( will you get it out for me?

unfortunately dustin and co are also leaving club and see the whole thing. you getting eddie to sit on a bench as you stand over him. you running your fingers through eddie’s hair gentle as ever, working at the stubborn knot until it’s gone. eddie practically melting under your touch. the sticky, sappy thank you kiss he gives you.

poor eddie doesn’t hear the end of it. complaints of that’s disgusting, dude and why’d you let her touch your hair and not me? it’s childish, eddie thinks. they’re just jealous they don’t have a pretty girl to get knots out of their hair like he does.

To add to the "Billy's girlfriend is pregnant" question - how would billy act and react to his GF giving birth? Would he be with her or wait outside or would he not even be in the hospital?

And what would his first reaction be like, holding his baby? Dark blonde hair like his with piercing blue eyes

I'm loving you guys indulging me on my headcanaons for Billy and these things damn-

He'd probably be doing something else when she goes into labour, not with her, and he'd get a call from someone (maybe Max at the hospital- Max loves his girlfriend and is excited to be an aunt- yes she will be the aunt, it doesn't matter if they're step-siblings) and he'd drop it to go to the hospital.

He'd be real nervous about it- doesn't know if he wants to actually be in the room when it's happening because that's very real and he's not sure he's ready for real. Not sure he will ever really be ready.

If you want him there he'll do it, begrudgingly. Fine you can hold his hand and squeeze the living fuck out of it, but he will mention how you're going to put him in the hospital with the way you're squeezing his hand. Max is there too.

When the little baby is born and he hears it crying- he's like "That's good right??" At least he recognizes that. And he thinks damn that's loud Jesus christ, babies are loud- but then he actually gets to look at them while the nurses are cleaning the baby up and when I tell you this man's heart stops... Bruh 🤚

This little thing, all flesh and chubby, scrunched up face- has his hair. Their head is full of more hair than he thought a baby could be born with (fun fact, I myself was born with A LOT of hair, my mom and aunt used to love doing stuff with it lmao) and it's the same colour as his own hair. That's his fucking hair.

He swears all babies are ugly when they're born- but this one? Not so bad.

Nurses ask if he wants to hold them and he hasn't even got time to say no or whatever he was going to say because they're already passing off this tiny thing to him and he's stiff as a board; how the fuck do you hold a baby? Something that fucking small, he's gonna break them, he's sure of it. Max helps him figure it out, "support the head stupid-" (Max is lucky he's having an internal mental Olympics contest with himself rn or he'd give her a piece of his mind).

When their eyes open, and they're blue, just like his, that's it. That's when it sinks in, really, truly, that this is his child. His baby. His son or daughter. They look like him in all ways; it's like a carbon copy baby of himself.

And he loves them immensely and immediately. A love he's never felt before it is so overwhelming and scary and he thinks, this is how a parent is supposed to feel for their child. He doesn't want anything to touch them, hurt them, and his fears of hurting them linger but he thinks how could he hurt them when he's holding them like this? Why didn't his father feel like this? What went wrong?

He's going to have struggles, he's going to need help, and he's not always going to be perfect. But he's going to be there for this little shit he helped create. He's not his dad, and he refuses to be.