#stenbrough lemon

[eddieeatsass]

Hell In Heels

Summary: Since they've begun dating, Stan and Bill have become quite the adventurous couple in the bedroom. There's not much they haven't tried, so when Stan picks up a new present for them to use in unconventional ways, Bill can't help but be intrigued. Pairing: Stenbrough Rating: E Warnings: Smut, explicit language, improper use of stilettos and finger condoms

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It was 5:53 on a Friday evening; an unopened box of pizza sat on the kitchen counter, awaiting the arrival of its second eater. Bill was lying in bed, scrolling aimlessly on his phone, trying to pass the time between every anxious glance up at the clock. As per usual, he’d arrived home from work an hour before his boyfriend. He’d wasted no time in ordering them a pizza for dinner, and then shucking off his stiff work clothes as soon as it had gotten delivered. That hour at home alone was by far his least favorite part of every day, but today was even worse, because today he had to wait two.

Stan had texted him earlier in the day and told him he’d be home late. Bill knew he was being a brat for being upset about something as trivial as one hour. Two of his best friends were in a long-distance relationship, and they often went months without seeing one another. But Bill couldn’t help that he’d gotten attached to the consistency at which he got to marvel in Stan’s soft kisses and gentle touches, couldn’t help that he felt empty when they’d spend even an extra hour apart.

The sound of the front door opening pulled Bill out of his thoughts, and his feet were carrying him into the living room before his brain had even caught up. He barreled into a tall frame, not even bothering to say hello before peppering kisses along Stan’s neck.

Stan chuckled above him, dropping his belongings to the floor with an unceremonious clunk before curling his arms around Bill’s frame.

“Miss me?” Stan teased.

Bill grumbled something incomprehensible into the fabric of Stan’s shirt, earning another laugh.

When he finally separated himself from his boyfriend’s arms, Bill noticed a big box accompanying Stan’s messenger bag.

“What’s th-that?” Bill nodded in the direction of the mystery item.

Stan’s eyes lit up behind a small smirk. He let himself take in his boyfriend for the first time since walking through the door. Bill’s hair was a mess from laying in bed for the past couple hours, the quickly fading indentation on his cheek from his pillow another indication. But what really drew Stan’s attention was the pair of black boxer briefs that cut through the expanse of creamy skin. Stan quirked an eyebrow at Bill in question.

“It’s w-warm in our apartment.” Bill shrugged, looking slightly abashed at the reaction his attire had garnered him.

Stan decided it was better that Bill was already undressed, considering what he had planned for them tonight.

Stan placed his hands on either side of Bill’s face, pulling him in for an unexpected slow kiss.

“Not that I don’t l-love this,” Bill said between kisses. “but are y-y-you going to sh-show me what’s in the b-box?” Stan smiled against Bill’s lips before pulling away.

“Go wait in our room.” Stan turned Bill around by his shoulders and slapped his ass, pushing him in the direction of their bedroom. Bill yelped in surprise before dissolving into giggles as he disappeared down the hall.

 It didn’t take long before Bill started to get impatient. He was sitting on the edge of their bed, picking at a thread on their duvet cover when he finally heard something from the other room. He couldn’t place the sound right away, but the steadiness of the clicks got louder as Stan approached the room, and Bill’s mind pieced things together just as Stan strode through the doorway.

Stan’s demeanor was completely casual. He walked with his usual air of confidence, even with the five-inch death spikes he now wore on his feet.

Despite them being intimidating, Bill couldn’t deny they were incredibly sexy. He watched as Stan stopped in front of their full-length mirror to admire himself, as if Bill wasn’t even in the room.

The heels were sleek; slender red numbers with a considerable heel attached. They poked out just the right amount beneath the cuff of his work pants. Bill followed the length of Stan’s legs, now somehow impossibly longer than they already were, and settled his attention on the crimson stilettos. 

“Those are n-nice.” Bill commented, adams apple bobbing in his throat as he swallowed down his budding arousal.

Stan turned slightly to admire a different angle in the mirror, cocking his hip to accentuate the curve of his ass. His suits were tailor made for his body, with clean lines and sharp creases to make him look as presentable as possible, and if you asked Bill, as fuckable as possible. In combination with the new additions, it made Stan godly in Bill's eyes.

“They are, aren’t they?” Stan responded coyly.

Bill’s response was exactly what Stan had been hoping for, but with what he had planned, he needed Bill just a little more pliant.

Ignoring Bill’s reflection in the mirror, Stan kept his eyes on his own reflection as he began unbuttoning his shirt, taking it off along with his suit jacket and moving to fold them over the back of his desk chair.

He heard the hitch in Bill’s voice when he noticed the garter belt attached around Stan’s waist, disappearing into the waistband of his dark slacks. Stan pretended not to notice, spending extra time undoing his pants just to leave Bill waiting. When he couldn’t draw on the process any longer, he bent at the waist as he pulled his pants down, exposing white flesh and red lace and black nylon all at once.

He stepped out of his pants and straightened himself, adding them to the neat pile of clothes on his chair. He turned to face Bill, hiding his knowing smirk under a facade of innocence as he approached his boyfriend.

“Y-y-you were wearing those a-all day?” Bill gulped, eyes unabashedly raking up and down Stan’s form.

Stan looked down at himself, eyeing his sheer black thigh highs held up by thin garters that only worked to frame the way his cock was barely contained in the red lace panties he wore. Red, just like the heels he bought. Just like the marks that littered his frame from their morning activities.

“Mhm.” Stan nodded, reveling in the way Bill’s pupils dilated at the thought.

Stan closed the distance between them, placing his knee into the spot between Bill’s legs and pushing them both down on to the mattress. His arms came up on either side of Bill’s head, caging him in, locking his gaze, teasing him with just the slightest bit of pressure from his knee.

“I was thinking of you all day.” Stan whispered in Bill’s ear as Bill’s warm hands gripped onto his sides. “I was thinking of you when I bought them.”

It took a moment for Bill to come out of his daze and realize Stan was talking about the heels.

“M-me?” Bill questioned, a flush spreading down his chest.

“Yeah. I was thinking about how much fun we could have with them.”

Stan’s devilishly sinful grin told Bill everything he needed to know, his cock already twitching at all the possibilities running through his head. Bill pulled Stan down into a feverish kiss, his grip tightening around Stan’s waist to pull him flush against his chest.

The kiss grew heavier as the minutes ticked on, the eagerness heavy in the air above them. Stan’s hands explored the planes of Bill’s body, feather light touches that left goosebumps in their wake. When he reached Bill’s abdomen, he could already feel the anticipatory tensing of his muscles.

Stan broke the kiss only to move his lips down Bill’s neck, stopping at the dip in his collarbone that always riled him up. Stan sucked on the fading bite mark there, giving it new life as red and purple splotches rose to the surface under his tongue. Bill’s moans could be heard among the gentle city bustle filtering in through their window, a symphony that Stan would sear into his memory.

Stan moved down Bill’s body, teeth grazing tender flesh on the way, until he hit the waistband of Bill’s briefs. The thin material wasn’t doing Bill many favors at hiding his growing need, the cotton spread taught over the impressive tent. Stan made eye contact with Bill, who was watching intently with lidded eyes, before mouthing at his cock through the briefs.

Stan felt the small thump on the bed as Bill threw his head back, whimper escaping his bitten red lips. Stan wanted to hear it again and again, continuing his teasing for a maliciously long time before he finally took pity on Bill’s hoarse voice and begging pleas.

“More… S-Stan… please…  HNNNGG-” Bill’s pleading was cut off as Stan pulled his boxers down and got his mouth on him in one swift movement. Bill felt heavy on his tongue, his cock having grown to full hardness under Stan’s teasing. Bill was a considerable length, hard to swallow down fully unless Stan really concentrated, but his girth was what really made Stan’s jaw protest. So instead, Stan swirled his tongue around Bill’s head, leaving small kitten licks up his frenulum and tracing the veins on the underside of his cock.

“Did you clean yourself out today?” Stan asked between licks, already going over his plan in his head.

Bill nodded above him, too busy writhing on the bed to give him a proper answer.

Stan stopped his movements altogether, letting Bill’s cock fall against his stomach with a wet slap.

“W-wh-”

“Use your words. I asked you a question.”

Bill stared back at him, mouth gaping around his words.

“Y-Yes…” 

“Good boy.” Stan smiled, leaning up to peck a still reeling Bill on the lips. “Hands and knees.” He ordered softly, enjoying the way Bill scrambled to flip himself over as quickly as possible, clearly excited about what was to come.

Stan took a moment to gather what he needed from their toy chest. It was a big wooden piece that passed as decor to the unseeing eye, but once it was opened, it held all the lewd treasures one could imagine. Once he'd procured lube and toy cleaner, Stan was back on the bed, rubbing a soothing hand along Bill’s back.

“What’s your color, baby?” Stan whispered while he stationed himself behind Bill, his hands now kneading Bill's cheeks apart.

“Green.” Bill confirmed, pushing back into Stan’s grasp.

With that, Stan popped open the lube and squirted a generous amount on his finger. When he brought it up to the awaiting ring of muscle he watched as Bill’s hole fluttered under his touch. Stan tsked, circling the pucker.

“Already so desperate for me…”

When his finger finally slipped in Bill responded with a full body shiver and a breathy sigh, his tension visibly releasing.

“There we go baby, relax yourself for me.” Stan cooed, running his free hand down Bill’s spine soothingly.

Stan continued to finger Bill slowly, crooking his index to graze that bundle of nerves that had Bill humming with pleasure. He kept going until Bill was loose enough that Stan could fit another finger in, but instead of doing so, he pulled his hand away and began prepping his surprise.

 Stan first used the toy cleaner to sanitize, spraying it a few inches away from the heel of his stiletto and then wiping it away with a paper towel a few moments later. The heel would be covered anyway, but Stan was nothing if not prudent. He didn’t want any tears in the condom to result in Bill having dirt up his ass, that would probably ruin the moment.

Another clever way Stan had figured out to decrease the possibility of tearing was to use a finger condom rather than a regular one. They were much smaller, and therefore wouldn’t result in as much latex rubbing against itself. Stan and Bill had bought a pack of finger condoms a couple years ago when they’d just begun exploring each other, and Stan had still been unsure about cleanliness.

After checking the expiration date on the package, Stan proceeded to unwrap one and roll it up the heel. After seeing how it flopped back down, uncooperative and still slightly too large to stay up on its own, Stan checked their bedside drawer for something to help secure it in place. After some rustling around, he found a small clear elastic that had no doubt belonged to Beverly, ended up on their floor, and gotten thrown into the drawer out of laziness. But he’d still thank the gods above and Beverly for this gift.

After wrapping the small elastic around the very top of the condom, holding it up but making sure it didn’t pull too much, Stan turned back to Bill.

 Bill was buzzing with excitement, having put together the (very obvious) clues and figured out what was in store for him. They had never experimented with something like this, but he knew that Stan would never put him in any danger, and if this was something that Stan was initiating, it was because he’d done thorough research on it. So Bill stayed relaxed, in a daze of affection as he watched his boyfriend prepare for this new experience.

“Come here.” Stan patted the end of the bed, ushering Bill to lay on his stomach and scooch down the length of the mattress until his lower half was hanging off, balanced on his tiptoes.

“Spread your cheeks for me, pretty boy.” Stan whispered gruffly.

Bill did as he was told, reaching back with both hands and pulling his cheeks apart. It was an intoxicating view, his hole was puckering its lips at Stan tauntingly, and Stan couldn’t do it a disservice any long. He needed to spread it wide open.

With an act of bravery and surprising balance, Stan lifted one foot off the ground and placed it directly on Bill’s tailbone, causing the heel of his stiletto to line up almost perfectly with Bill’s awaiting hole. It was a bit hard to keep himself from toppling over without putting too much pressure on Bill’s body, so as a second thought Stan reached out and grasped the bed posts, using them to keep himself stabilized.

With a steadying breath, Stan began rubbing the tip of his stiletto around Bill’s hole, coating the condom with a generous coating of lube that was left over from when Stan fingered him. That alone had Bill crooning.

 It was when Stan finally entered Bill, slow and steady, that Bill let a loud moan fill the room. All of the pent up anticipation came gurgling out of him, raw and wanton. Bill tried to push back into Stan but he held him firmly in place with the sole of his shoe, stopping Bill from getting what he wanted. Stan knew how he wanted this to go; slow and torturous, his favorite way to tease.

“How does it feel, baby?” Stan asked.

“Weird. Amazing.”

Stan’s lips quirked into a half smile.

“Describe it for me.”

Stan began leisurely fucking his heel in and out of Bill, keeping the movements shallow, leaving Bill straining for stimulation as he tried to describe the feeling.

“It feels… t-t-tantalizing. I almost f-feel empty, but then every time you graze -  hnnnng-”

Stan smirked as he watched Bill’s back tense.

“Yeah, there. It’s k-k-kind of like I’m-  aaaaaaahhhh - unp-p-prepared for it, but that just makes it more s-sensitive.”

Stan nodded, though Bill couldn’t see him, his face long ago lost to the sheets below it.

When Stan had thought of this idea, he hadn't been sure what exactly it would feel like. He knew the heel of a stiletto was too thin to give any real resemblance of a cock, but if he angled it just right, he thought maybe it would cause sensations Bill had never felt before. In a way, he’d been right, and seeing Bill’s hole cling to his heel was enough to make the whole thing worth it. What a sight.

But however pretty the view, Stan knew Bill couldn’t cum just from this.

“How’s your pretty cock doing?” Stan asked, already knowing the answer. He could see how red it had gotten, rubied at the tip and an angry fade along the shaft. The only friction it was getting at the moment was occasional rutting up against the bed.

Bill let out a mewl in response.

“Feeling kinda neglected, huh?”

Bill nodded frantically, once again trying to move farther back and get the heel as deep into himself as possible. Stan held strong, using the strength in his thighs (thank you baseball) to keep his wriggly boy in check.

“Yes!” Bill sobbed out after being denied any movement.

“Do you want to touch it?” Stan asked calmly.

“Yes.” Bill sobbed again, this time much quieter and almost defeated.

“Alright baby, I’ll let you touch yourself, but if you can’t make yourself cum in three minutes, you’re not allowed to touch yourself for another thirty.”

Bill’s eyes widened, the challenge leaving his mouth dry and his palms sweaty. The thought of being teased for another 30 minutes with no alleviation made him shudder, so… he’d just have to do it in three.

“O-o-okay.” Bill agreed, looking over his shoulder to send Stan a reassuring smile that he was still on board, Stan could continue.

“I’ll be keeping track of your time.” Stan warned, raising his eye level to that of the clock on their bedside table. He waited a few seconds for it to level out to a number he could easily keep track of, and then he was giving Bill the go.

Bill’s hand instantly shot down to his cock, nearly vibrating under the overdue touch. His other hand led up to his chest, tweaking one nipple and then the other. Before they’d gotten together, Bill had always thought it was a myth that people could get turned on just by having their nipples played with, but Stan had taught him otherwise and boy did he learn fast.

Both of his hands worked in tandem, pulling and squeezing, leading Bill to filthy moans and withering cries, in a desperate attempt to get himself to cum.

A minute had gone by. Steeling himself and using leverage from the bed posts, Stan doubled his tempo. The result was instant; a tightening of muscles, a deep howl, and Bill’s own hands sped up to match the pace Stan set.

He couldn’t be certain, but from Bill’s reactions Stan believed he’d found the perfect angle to rub against his prostate. He made sure to be gentle, given that the heel of a stiletto wasn’t exactly forgiving. He’d made sure when picking out the pair that there were no sharp corners or angles on the heel, but it was still a heel, not exactly something made to be stirring around someone’s insides.

“A minute and thirty seconds to go.” Stan singsonged as they reached the halfway mark.

He paid close attention to how Bill stroked his cock, quick broad jerks where he passed his enclosed fist over the head to spread his precum down his shaft. It glistened with lubrication, the wetness creating a sickeningly sweet smack every time his wrist came in contact with his pelvis.

Stan trailed his gaze up Bill’s body, stopping briefly to admire the way he plucked at his nipples, and then continuing until he settled on Bill’s face.

His features were scrunched up tightly; creases formed at the edges of his eyes which were wound tightly shut, and his mouth gaped open in a silent scream.

Stan finally tore his eyes away from Bill to check the clock again, and was surprised to find that far more time has gone by than he’d thought. Bill had a bit of a habit of mesmerizing Stan, with those choked out moans and fucked out eyes, he'd pull him in until hours had gone by in seconds.

"Twenty seconds left." Stan warned, watching as Bill’s hand tripled in speed, becoming a blur of motion that Stan couldn’t keep up with. He wondered absently if Bill would be all chaffed after this, made a mental note to run Bill an aloe vera bath when they were all done.

Ten seconds left. Stan began counting aloud.

“10… 9… 8…”

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.”

“7… 6… 5…”

“Oh my god f-fuck I’m-”

“4… 3… 2…”

As if set on a timer, as soon as the clock hit its time, so did Bill.

Stan looked on in satisfaction as Bill hit his climax, watching everything in him go slack as the waves of pleasure took over. Hot stripes of cum shot across Bill’s stomach and the bed spread, as tears streaked down his ruddied cheeks. He was silent; no moans or screams or swears, just quiet release. He didn’t make a peep until the very last of his contents had been squeezed out of him, and then with a grunt he finally let himself collapse.

Stan carefully pulled out of him, immediately shucking off the defiled stiletto and following suit with his other, shortening him a good five inches. Stan wrapped his arms around Bill’s form and helped hike him up on the bed, aiding his tired muscles to get into a comfortable position. He was about to head off to the bathroom to grab his after care kit when two big arms wrapped around his waist, preventing him from moving.

Stan chuckled lowly, turning back around to face his boyfriend.

“I gotta get you cleaned up, baby.” Stan said in a hush.

“Later.” Bill resisted, nuzzling into Stan’s neck and kissing his collarbone.

Stan relented easily, not having it in him to part from Bill just yet either.

They laid there for long enough to drift off, losing consciousness to the world together. Stan would have an unpleasant mess to clean up when they awoke, but it would all be worth it. It was always worth it with Bill.

[tvziers]

another thing people tend to forget is that ben hanscom went to a bar and fucking snorted like 20 lemons

[princecupcakee]

Do you ever just read lemons and laugh because of the descriptions but also go ‘That isn’t the fucking point’

[hearteyesuris]

if you're still taking headcanons, what about parent!Reddie and their children are wild

Oh goodness!! I love this idea so much - I’m sorry, darl, this has been sat in my inbox for faaaaar too long. I was going to do it last night but plans got changed! I hope this was worth the wait :’) 

Also - I didn’t really do the wild part but … I hope this is still okay!!

Rich and Eddie deffo have discourse over the kind of child they want

Spoiler: They both get their way

In due time

The first Kaspbrak-Tozier baby is a little girl and she’s called Teddy because the baby girl was Eddie’s choice so Rich got to name her

So he has his Eddie Bear and his Teddy Bear!!!

Anyway she’s a total sweetheart, and they get her from newborn age and

They’re just. broken when they look at her because they love her so much

Richie sings to her at nighttime and Eddie watches from the doorway with tears threatening

Fast forward maybe,, 4 years?

They get a little toddler boy and Eddie gets to name him

I’d imagine Eddie to pick an old fashioned name but Make It Work

So their little boy is called Albert !!!

Albert and Teddy are inseparable and it makes their parents and uncles and aunties gush

They’re so bloody cute

Teddy is a ball of sunshine

Albert goes through a Complete Trashmouth Phase

Eddie is appalled, Richie thinks it’s the funniest thing ever and gives him his old jackets and clothes

Oh! Teddy deffo has Richie’s old denim jacket and Works It

Constantly spoiled by their Rich Uncles Stan and Bill

They’ll be like 17 and Stenbrough come up for the weekend like

Where are our favourite babies!

And they’re horrifically embarrassed by their family but Eds and Rich are cackling in the corner each weekend

Big Uncle Bill will hug each of them and be like ‘Teds! Bertie! Stop growing!’ and Stan is flushed because he loves his man

Reddie are 110% embarrassing dads

Like before they can drive Richie probably pulls up outside Albert’s friends house blaring Def Leppard or something out of the car

Does the Longest Beep Ever (beep beep) like you know how Sebastian does in La La Land? Yeah, that

Eddie probably does the same but Africa will be blaring and he leaves it on whilst he knocks the door to get one of his children

It doesn’t end at embarrassing dads, oh no

They have Embarrassing Vodka Aunt Bev and Snorts-Lemon Juice- Uncle Ben

Who come up on Friday nights for family games night and

It is WILD

Richie and Eddie also force Bev to have The Talk with Teddy

oh my GOODNESS give me Richie painting Teddy’s nails and they talk about boys and girls. please

Despite his trashmouth phase, Bert is really just like his Uncle Mike

Truly. He helps out on Mike’s farm at the weekend and Mike is tearing up

Mike probably marries this really lovely woman he met at the farmer’s market and all 3 of them just feed the animals and have fun 

Richie doubts his parenting all the time but he has his loving husband and children to assure him he’s the best dad.

B O NU S sobbing reddie when their babies go off to big school!!!!

Just give me Reddie with some lovely lovely children and happy families i beg

[beepbeepbitchin-blog]

stenbrough//tastes and smells are different in the rain;

pt: 1

Note: this is set in present time and the Pennywise shit still happened

Bill couldn’t sleep, he needed something to drink, to soothe his dry, Sahara desert throat. He dragged his body out of his twin sized bed and fell quietly on the wood planks.

He went downstairs, in his white and beige striped pajamas, into the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator door as sneakily as he can, really cautious so his parents don’t hear. Ever since Georgie passed away, they’ve been anxious and over reacting. They’d probably come in the room with a gun if they heard just one floorboard creak.

He grabbed the half-empty milk carton and grabbed a plastic cup from a bag at the counter, he placed both on the table and poured the milky white substance into the cup (im sorry ff I had to do it)

He chugged down the whole thing, he could feel his throat soothe and finally feel smoother, he put the cup into the trash and the carton into the fridge and cautiously went upstairs. Tip toe after tip toe, he went up to his door until he heard some ruckus from Georgie’s room. He turned his head and walked up to the door, he creaked the door an inch to his and looked inside to see his father putting Georgie’s blankets, stuffed animals, art materials, all into a trash bag. He eyes began to tear up and he could feel the salty water fall down his cheeks and land on the wood floors, he watched his father shove every little thing violently into that Glade fucking trash bag, the lemon scented shit won’t make a difference since the things in the bag are a whole other story.

He couldn’t take it anymore, he walked back into his room and collapsed on the floor, how? why? Why the fuck would his parents do this, those were Georgie’s, how could they? Those things were so precious to him, why would he just stuff in a black, worthless trash bag. He couldn’t take it anymore, he took his brown backpack and stuffed as much shirts, underwear, and pants into it as quick as possible. He needed to get away from this toxic family, but his angry manner couldn’t stop the you tears, or the sadness, or the endless pain.

He took his phone and stared at it, where should he go to stay?

Mike? No, then he would be forced to do farm work.

Richie? Nope, his house smells like booze.

Eddie? Mom would kick him out of the house in an instance.

Ben? He wished, they’re out of town for the weekend.

Stan? Stan. Stan! Stan could help him, he’s always been there for him. He’s always been by his side, he smiled at his phone and quickly selected Stan’s contact.

The phone rang, Bill worried that he won’t pick up, he prayed that he might.

“Bill?”

[transbilliam]

Lemon Boy by Cavetown reminds me of stenbrough (also I keep sending you songs that remind me of ships so sorry for that)

NO NONO KEEP SENDING THEM…. This is very valid

[her-glitteringprime]

Intertwined by Dodie. Hope you like it. Feel free to reblog. 🙃

Tagging all my friends cause yall are asleep and i want to post this now.

@stenbrough @haystack-hanscom @richiehoezier @richiegayzier @ghost-grantaire @trashmouthrichie @gaypeaxh @bikingthroughhawkins @gaywillbyers @byelertrash @until-life-gives-lemons @bevvie-marsh @youlookpretty-good

[bxxpbxxprichie]

Uhhhhhhh blog rate I guess?? (I'm v nervous) (I hope I do this right and idk if I even count as IT centric) ships: reddie and stenbrough (occasional stozier) and headcanon: uhhhhh eddie does theater and richie is always at every show also holy shit your writing is 👌👌👌👌👌 you're an amazing person and I'm proud you got 1k!! - lemon-drop-writings 💖🌈

URL:  Ehhh / It’s Okay! / Pretty coo’ / HECK YEAH / RICHIE TOZIER

Desktop Theme: Ehhh / It’s Okay! / Pretty coo’ / HECK YEAH / MIKE HANLON

Mobile Theme: Ehhh / It’s Okay! / Pretty coo’ / HECK YEAH / EDDIE KASPBRAK

Icon: uMMM??? / Sure / Coolio / LovELY / BEVERLY MARSH

Posts:  Not my style / Chill / Heckin’ Cool / FRICK YEAH / BEN HANSCOM

Overall:  It’s your blog, man… / Okay / Almost there… / Heckin’ Rad / BILL DENBROUGH

Following:   No, sorry, but ily! / just followed / yes! / STANLEY URIS WOULD FOLLOW YOU

Extras: you’re such a damn peach and ily sm

[eddieeatsass]

I read The Key To Pleasure and fucking loved it dude. Could you do some stenbrough with top Bill and bottom Stan? Maybe using toys or something along those lines, maybe in front of the losers or where they can hear.. I’m giving you creative control lmao. I love your writing!

Thank you so much for this prompt! It was so fun, and I love Stenbrough and really don’t write enough of them, so thanks for giving me a less popular ship to work with. :’)Read on AO3 or below

It was the end of autumn and the Losers had been en route to their shared cabin all day. It was a few hours drive outside their hometown, so they’d taken two cars as to not drive themselves crazy by packing together like sardines.

They’d arrived half an hour ago, and had coupled up to head off and claim their rooms. Stan and Bill had chosen the room on the top floor; a cozy attic conversion with an abundance of bedding and not much else. The ceilings were slanted into a triangle, shaping the roof outside, and at the back of the room was a large window that led out to a small balcony, merely large enough for one individual to stand on.

It was quaint, exactly the kind of atmosphere Bill and Stan were looking for on their mini vacation. Of course, their excitement was only amplified by the fact that their best friends were sharing the weekend with them.

When they’d proposed the idea, they weren’t sure how the others would react. Bill had explained their plans for the trip, and had left the offer open for the losers to tag along, but they’d never done anything like this before so there was hesitancy on how everyone would respond.

Luckily, their friends had grown to be very sex-positive (and comparably kinky) individuals, so they were eager to join in on Bill and Stan’s little exhibitionist tryst.

But regardless of everyone’s eager response, Stan still felt his gut clench at the idea of an entire weekend at the mercy of Bill, while their friends were free to watch on as they liked. It was new, and it nudged at a place of vulnerability that Stan hadn’t felt in a long time, but it also created an unfathomable amount of arousal to pump through his system. It made him dizzy every time he thought about it for too long, thought about all of the things Bill could do to him, and how Stan would be on full display the entire time.

 As Stan was lost in thought, Bill began unpacking some of their things. He bypassed their clothing and toiletries, navigating instead towards some of the more fun items he’d brought along.

He pulled out a bottle of lube, along with a silk pink ribbon and one of the glass dildos from their collection. Stan was already shivering at the sight.

“We’re starting right away?” Stan asked timidly, uncrossing and then recrossing his legs in a nervous gesture.

“Only if you’re ready.” Bill answered, his voice soft and gentle, insistent on not making Stan feel pressured one way or another.

Stan nodded at him, and as a second gesture of consent, began shedding his clothes.

“You know we can stop at any point.” Bill ensured. “If it becomes too much for you-”

“I know.” Stan cut him off, smiling reassuringly. “The safeword is blue jay.”

Bill crossed the room swiftly, closing the distance between them with a fiery kiss that knocked Stan back into the mattress. They laughed into each other’s mouths, continuing the kiss with a little less passionate but the same amount of love. Now, Stan felt ready.

“Alright… do your worst, Denbrough.” Stan challenged cockily.

“Oh ho ho, you’re gonna regret saying that, Stanny.”

 In a flash, Bill wrapped his arms around Stan’s thin frame and flipped him on his belly, exposing his bare ass to the firm slap that Bill delivered. Stan’s face split into a grin, his body reacting to the action as if it had been trained to. He lifted his hips up off the bed and swiveled his ass in the air. The action revealed the bejeweled butt plug that was nested deep inside him, keeping him at the ready for whenever Bill wanted to take him. Stan lifted his hips even higher, silently begging for another slap, but it never came.

Instead, Bill shifted his weight and reached for Stan's extended arms, easily bringing them together at the wrists and beginning to wrap them with the ribbon. It was a soft, soothing sensation, a juxtaposition to the excitement thrumming through his veins. Once he was securely tied up, and Bill had tested the security of his bondage, his body heat disappeared from the bed for a moment.

The dip in the bed alerting Stan to Bill's return was accompanied by the cold press of glass against the bottom of his spine. It lit up his insides like fire.

Bill had picked up the glass dildo and was slowly teasing it up the bumps of Stan’s spine, spreading shivers across his shoulder blades and shooting down his arms into his fingertips.

“Bill… Don’t tease.” Stan pleaded, knowing it was to no avail. Bill was going to do what he was going to do, and Stan’s whining wouldn’t change it.

“Oh, eager, are we Birdie?” Bill teased, dragging the glass object back down towards where Stan wanted it most.

Stan muffled an impatient sound into the bedding, letting his body relax into it as he surrendered to Bill’s ministrations.

 It took another few tormenting minutes for Bill to be done with his torture, and to finally grab the lube that he’d set on the bedside table. He set the dildo next to Stan’s face purposefully, giving Stan the time to observe the size of the object that was about to be inserted into him. His hole fluttered in response, winking up at Bill’s watchful gaze. When Bill caught sight of it, his hands started moving double time.

Stan felt the stretch of muscle as Bill removed the butt plug, followed immediately by the distinct chill of lube against his hole. It dripped down his perineum, getting dangerously close to tainting their sheets, before Bill swooped in with a single finger and scooped it all up and into his loose hole. He was already stretched open, having been worked apart this morning and then plugged up on their ride down, but the intrusion still made him jump.

Stan spread his legs instinctively, giving Bill more room to kneel on the bed behind him and venture farther into him. Stan’s dick strained against the mattress beneath him, trapped in a constant push and pull of friction as Bill’s fingers worked in and out and in and out and in and out.

Bill kept his rhythm throughout his addition of fingers, until eventually he was able to fit four digits into Stan’s body with ease; just big enough to fit the dildo he’d chosen.

The object in question was beautiful. It was made of clear glass with accents of blue swirled within it. At the top was a slight flare to imitate the appearance (and feel) of the head of a cock, and there was a smooth curve to the entire thing. Bill had gotten it custom made for their one year anniversary from a college friend of his who was taking a glass blowing course. Apparently, the whole ordeal had nearly gotten her kicked out of the class for using the studio for ‘personal use’, so Bill and Stan really cherished the toy.

Bill retrieved the dildo from next to Stan, pulling his gaze along with it as he prepped it with a generous coating of lube.

 The first push of the dildo against Stan’s ring of nerves had him already quivering, aching for more. It slid in relatively easily, the sleek glass making for a gentle slide.

Stan let out a long, low moan as the toy bottomed out inside him, its flared head nestling right up against his prostate. He felt impossibly full, the density of the object only adding to the sensation.

Bill left the toy burrowed deep inside Stan as he moved up his partner’s body, trailing slow kisses up his back before settling at his ear.

“You look so beautiful like th-th-this.” Bill whispered, his stutter coming back as arousal clouded his mind. Stan loved Bill’s stutter, loved the moments when it slipped back out and reminded him of the old days.

Bill was blanketed over Stan’s form, his pelvis level with Stan’s ass. If Bill were nude, it would be the perfect position for Bill to take Stan apart completely, but this wasn’t about that. Right now, the focus was on Stan, and Bill’s control over him.

And Bill knew the control he had. He rested his hips up against Stan’s lower back and bucked up experimentally, pushing the dildo farther into Stan with his movement.

Stan gasped, squeezing his eyes shut as his jaw tightened with the effort not to cum on the spot. Bill repeated his action, apparently happy with the response it had gotten the first time. Stan forced himself to relax, focus on his breathing and come back from the edge, but every cant of Bill’s hips drew another strangled moan out of his throat.

Eventually they fell into a steady rhythm; Bill humping into Stan and kissing down his neck while Stan mewled wantonly below him.

Stan could feel the pressure building at the base of his spine, that tingle that indicated he wouldn’t be able to hold out for much longer.

“Hnngg- Bill- Bill I’m getting close-” Stan tried to stutter out, gasping when Bill hit his prostate straight on.

“I love being the one to make you stutter.” Bill purred, his voice floating through the haze in Stan’s mind.

 “Damn that’s smooth.” A familiar voice carried from the other side of their door, followed by the sound of a slap, an angry whisper, and then a clutter as the door flung wide open and in fell two wide eyed Losers.

Stan tried to hold back his orgasm, he really did, but it had already started by the time Richie and Beverly were staring straight at him, and he couldn't stop the waves as they crested.

“Ahhhh- fuck.” Stan whispered into the dead silence of the room, grasping the sheets in an iron grip and letting his head fall so he didn’t have to watch the look on his friends’ faces as he came. His shoulders tensed up, mapping out the muscles in his back in a ripple effect that had Bill chuckling darkly from above him.

His release left as quickly as it had come, but it was one of the strongest he’d ever felt, leaving Stan too dizzy to look up quite yet. Instead, he stayed stalk still, focusing on evening out his breathing.

He felt Bill shift off of him and his fingers twitched in an effort to reach for his partner, but again, his body hadn't quite caught up with him yet. Luckily, Bill knew him like he knew the back of his hand, and said hand instinctively began rubbing small circles into Stan’s back. He sighed contentedly, almost instantly forgetting that two of his friends were still in the room.

But of course Richie wouldn’t stand to be forgotten.

“Shit Staniel, I've never seen you make that face before!”

“Richie! Shut up!” Beverly hushed warningly.

Bill just chuckled, a deep noise that shook the bed a little and warmed Stan from the inside out.

“It’s alright, there's no secrets here. Right Stanny?”

Bill had moved from Stan’s back to his head, massaging his fingers into Stan’s messy curls.

“Mmmmm.” Stan hummed, hoping it was response enough.

Luckily, no one prodded for more.

“Well, we originally came up here to tell you two that dinner is ready, but then trashmouth was overpowered by his dick.”

“I was not! I was just curious!” Richie defended, his face lighting up bright pink.

“Yeah yeah, come on dumbass.” Beverly grabbed Richie by the collar of his shirt and pulled him up along with her then back out the door, shutting it behind them.

 Stan waited a few beats before peeking out between his curtain of curls, surveying the room to see it empty. He finally allowed himself to flop over on to his back, cringing at the mess that was now smeared across his stomach and their sheets. He looked up to Bill, who was eyeing him with a playful smirk.

In tandem they both peeled into laughter, Stan teetering off a little abruptly when he felt the toy shifting around inside him. With a stark reminder of the position he was still in, Stan awkwardly brought his bound hands down between his legs and pulled the toy from himself. He laid it beside him, long having given up on keeping their bedding clean.

"So how was your first venture into exhibitionism?" Bill teased, reaching over to untie Stan's wrists.

"Interesting, to say the least." Stan smiled back. As soon as he was free, he threw his arms around Bill's shoulders and pulled him down on top of himself, using the close quarters to lock their lips together.

Despite them both smiling too much to properly kiss, they still did their best, parting only when Bill noticed that his flannel had fallen victim to their mess.

“I'd say a shower is warranted before we go down for dinner." Stan commented, and then adding as a last thought. "And maybe a round of laundry too."

Bill stared down in absolute admiration of the boy he'd gotten to fall in love with.

"I'll follow your lead. We both know I'm only in charge in the bedroom." He joked, earning a light slap to the arm and more laughter.

 They spent the rest of the evening cleaning themselves and their room up. Once they finally made it down for dinner, their spaghetti was cold and sitting abandoned at the dinner table. They could hear the rest of their friends chattering in the living room down the hall, and Bill and Stan both felt completely at peace as they sat down and began eating, their free hands clasped together atop the table.