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request: omg nsfw stan x reader where his wife (the reader) has been away on a business trip or something for her job (you can decide) and she comes home to stan and he’s all needy and clingy with her and just wants to make love to her bc he missed her ASKDKEXJ IM SOFT I-

A/N: Shdhfsbdfhdsb hello. We about to do this. I'm soft, too ahsbdfahshdshah. I sure hope it's good what I'll have written. I'm nervous about writing this. This is a first for me in some ways. I'm watching the Corpse Bride while I write. Fitting, I know. But it's one of my favourites and, since it's the 9th of halloween, what better cartoon to watch if I've already watched Coraline twice and the Nightmare Before Christmas? Three more horror cartoons to go! Happy reading!

This gon' be hot and steamy!

warnings: smut :)

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Stanley had missed her a lot. Y/N's work trip to Europe had dragged much too long for his liking. He was so ready to see her again and wrap her between the white bed sheets, along with his love and his lust and affection.

He had waited for her at the airport and greeted her with flowers, the romantic. She had nothing against it, in fact, Y/N loves cliché things such as flowers and chocolates in heart-shaped boxes and rose petals and candles… She embraced him tightly, and he spun her like a ballerina in his arms. Her face was covered with his tender, quick kisses and she had smiled, blushing as deep a red color as the roses he brought her.

Sitting in their car, Stanley was craving the feeling, the touch of her so bad, he'd gladly let her sit in his lap. But that would be against many rules of driving and steering the wheel. Screw rules, right? No, Y/N wouldn't have allowed it.

So Stan settled for his hand on her thigh for the car ride. She told him about her work trip to Europe, told him how romantic it'd be to go to Paris together, walk the streets of Venice, visit Vienna's opera house. Stanley listened and even put her words in the back of his mind as notes for later anniversary, Christmas and birthday gifts.

But Y/N noticed his hand was making bold moves on her thigh. His hold was different from his previous ones, firstly, much more grabbing. She could feel it in only the tip of his fingers, his intentions and thoughts. How the digits were pressing deeper in her skin than usual. He was never bold, he was always gentle and careful, and she loved that about Stanley. This feeling she got from his hand now was exciting her, though.

She glanced over at Stanley when his hand grasped closer to her crotch. She was only wearing a dress and his hand would soon discover her underwear. Due to comfort reasons, Y/N chose to wear her favorite pair on her return day. Soft pink, they were. Hugging her bum and hip area perfectly. That sight Stanley about to behold in a few minutes time.

Stanley left the car with Y/N's bags in his hold in a hurry. And when the door was open and the bags were on the floor, Stanley couldn't hold himself back any longer. Y/N didn't wish he would have for a second.

The couple reached their bedroom in time before all clothes were thrown off and skins marked completely, though the competition was intense. Just as their everlasting feelings for each other.

Y/N hadn't seen such an eager and lustful side of Stanley in their years of marriage. The wedding night was very similar, but not the same in excitement, she must admit. This is more than marital love, this feels more than that.

Stanley's fingers are digging small holes into the inner thighs of his wife and his lips are covering any inch of her they can get to. His pants are already gone, as well as his jacket, and Y/N's still in her dress. They're moving against each other, the movements synchronised by some inner rhythms only love can create. Y/N can already feel the length and width of how eager her husband is and she moans at just the thought of what's to happen.

She's about to have an introduction because Stanley finally reaches beyond the limits of her pink underwear. Y/N sighs, gladness spreading over her face and through the body, and her grasp tightens around Stanley's arms.

“You've… no idea how much I've missed you.” Stanley tells Y/N. His hands spread her legs wider, as well as her labia lips. Stanley's digits are soft against her skin, her very soft, velvety skin.

Y/N moans, loud and whining. Or is it…? Craving. Longing. Hunger, you might as well. Her head presses into the pillow. “Show me.” She pants to Stanley who keeps on his sweet torture on her clit as teasing and enjoyable for both as possible. “Show me now.”

“I wouldn't hold it in for the world, baby-love.” Stanley tells her in response. They both giggle, Stan realises he's made an accidental joke.

Y/N pushes Stanley off her gently, with her little hands, and sits up on her knees on the bed. Stanley's hands reach for her waist while she tries to get her dress off.

The man is in complete awe watching her. His eyes only see her and he thinks he'll see only her for the rest of his life. She's in front of him and shining like an angel. There might as well be a light blasting from behind her.

Her pink underwear is the only garment she wears. Stanley's eyes fall upon her breasts, her stomach, her neck, her arms, her legs… There's so much for him to see, too much almost. God, the things he would do to her now and the following hours and nights and days… He's got too many thoughts and options to choose from.

His wife senses his fastidious expression and grins. She knows all about what's going on his mind. Y/N slides closer to him and starts lifting his shirt off of him. Time seems to have stopped, they're in no rush. Stanley's feelings, of course, stay as intense and blood-rushing as they were the whole car ride, and all the time he waited for her at home.

Y/N puts her arms around Stanley's shoulders and tilts her head slightly. There's a soft smile itching he corners of her lips while she looks at Stanley. She's finally home, and she's so glad to be. Y/N runs her hand slowly through Stanley's curls and touches his scalp on the way. Stanley smiles. He's missed this small gesture from her, he realises.

“Mind if I show you how much I've missed you now?” Stanley questions and his hand takes Y/N's waist in almost a possessive manner. She chuckles and nods, agreeing. “You were asking for it.” He points out.

Y/N pokes his shoulder. “Shut up and make love to me, you fool.” She commands and lets go of him, dropping back down on their bed. She lays there for a second, waiting for Stanley to join her.

“I promise to.” He says, and it's all quick and hurried and lustful and everything both of them want from that second on. Quick and grabby hands, bedsheets ruffling, hair getting in the way, pairs of underwear thrown in the air. All hurried and fast, as if they were losing time. But they had all the time they could wish for, and Stanley was sure to use every second of it.

He smothers her with kisses from her lips down to her knees. Each one makes her shiver, her whimpers like music to the man's ears. His curls tickle her skin and his lips crush against her. Y/N can't wait anymore.

She takes a hold of Stanley's face and brings it back up to face hers, and she gives him a tight kiss. He can feel her impatience and knows it matches his. Stanley grins. 

The second he's gone inside of her, they both feel like seven feet in the air. Stanley's head drops in the crook of her neck and he grunts, gripping the sheet under his hand. Y/N's eyes flutter shut. This is what she's been missing, what both of them have.

He's completely absorbed in everything she gives, her love, her body, her sounds, her juices and her lust. Stanley gives his love to her with every thrust of his hips and every kiss to her neck, gives his craving and tries his best to make up for the time lost.

Y/N's hands grip the back of his neck tighter and needier with each of his thrusts, and she tries to meet his hips with her own. They're not far from release, despite the desire to make this last longer. 

No words need to be exchanged. Stanley knows Y/N's body as well as she knows his, he can feel that she's about to reach her peak. Stanley makes her look at him, tilting her face and she meets his eyes. Desperation, excitement, lust. 

Cloudy eyes meet another pair of the same sort. Y/N nods at Stanley, encouraging him to quicken his pace and meet his release with her. She runs her hand through his hair again and pulls him down to her, their lips meeting in a kiss that make their heads spin.

Grunts and moans and whimpers, ones of success and reaching release, fill the room once the couple comes undone. Almost in sync—Stanley was only a second late. 

He moved them both closer to the headboards, where the heavenly bed of pillows lay, and wrapped his arms around his wife. They had to catch their breaths. Y/N had never had love as intense as this made to her before. She found Stanley's hand with her own and interlocked their fingers.

Y/N looks at Stanley from below, her head resting on his bicep, and he smiles down at her. He presses a kiss to her forehead and Y/N giggles, pulling herself closer into her husband's embrace.

“Hope you've got more in ya'.” Stanley says to her and Y/N raises her head in question. Stanley winks. 

“You mad man.” She tells him. Stanley laughs.

“A mad man in love.”

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I haven't proofread, so this might be re-written someday.

A/N: the best thing is writing “nack” instead of “neck” multiple times in one request. ahsdbfhs. i love stanley. can i please have one.

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Believer - Bill Denbrough

Warnings - Almost smut, alluding. I am not sexualising children, this is imagined to be their adult counterparts.

Summary - Bill Denbrough and Y/N Y/L/N have both been scarred and pained.

Bill Denbrough and Y/N Y/L/N laid in the living room, on the sofa, of the house that she had grown up in as a child in Derry, it had been long abandoned since her parents moved away to Atlanta and took her with them and nobody had dared to live there since a kid named Jerry Springsteen from Y/N’s math class had made the cruel joke that Y/N had died and that’s really why her parents moved away. The joke had caught on like a bad cough and made other kids start to conspire that the house was haunted, even the parents that weren’t gullible enough to believe it started to believe it. How Y/N Y/L/N had found out of the insensitive, hilarious rumour that made her lie on her back for an hour and laugh until she cried was through the monthly letter that Beverly, Ben, Richie, Mike, Eddie, Stan and Bill sent to her from Derry. They had guessed that after what happened during the summer before, everyone started to believe in ghouls and goblins and started to not brush superstitions and ticks of paranoia away with a scoff but instead listen to them, Y/N wrote back saying they had every right too and that the story could have been true if she didn’t have them there with her for that summer.

She still held onto the key for the front door of her abandoned house for a reason that she couldn’t tell herself, she had felt the urge to keep it on her instead of loosing it, it had felt like something had compelled her too. She spent many hours always wondering what the key was for in her late teenage life and throughout her adult life and came to the conclusion that it was a spare for the back or front door or for the garage. But when her feet landed on Derry concrete, her mind knew not quite why - that was still a mystery slowly unraveling - but for what and where like a map on the back of her hand and an answer on a school quiz.

She and Bill Denbrough had come back after so many years to that house where they had spent countless afternoons of their childhood summers running around in the back garden chasing each other with water guns or building boats and castles out of cardboard boxes and now they stood there twenty seven years later, all grown up. Bill with his hair that had a grey streak running through the front of it and more muscles on his arms and Y/N with her shorter hair and the body of a woman instead of a little girl but neither of them had truly changed, they were still the people they were at one time best friends with, only now they worried about insurance taxes and work and getting old when things in their body stopped ticking.

They hadn’t a good reason for coming back to the house but they had.

Y/N had the door unlocked with her key although the doorknob had rusted and wasn’t as agile as it had been when she last unlocked it, she had to rattle the key in there and shove herself against the door for it to open. Some of the furniture had been left behind, the stuff they wanted to get replacements of that would go with the theme her mother wanted each room of their new house to have, the house itself smelt of staleness and mouldy dust. There was cobwebs strung across walls, doorways, in corners and crevices that piled up on top of each other, it was eerily still and quiet. The house seemed to be haunted with bad spirits now yet every step and corner there were good memories made wether it was with her brother, her parents or with her best friends.

Bill walked close to Y/N and followed her footsteps through to her old living room on the right of the hallway, an old part of him had expected Y/N’s parents to be in there watching the television and reading the newspaper with a pack of biscuits open but they were long since gone. When Y/N had told Bill of the unfortunate news of both of her parents passing in the last four years, it had saddened him as much as it saddened Y/N when she remembered them now; they were always an open home to Bill Denbrough and welcomed him as one of their own once they got to know him, some of the best people in town that he knew.

They wondered into the living room as if it was someone else’s house and they had just been invited in, the only things left of when Y/N lived there was the mantelpiece above the fireplace and the tattered, blue sofa with holes in the cushions from lit cigarettes, Y/N’s fingers traced over them and dipped into one.

“This is richie’s, definitely” Y/N laughed. She had remembered when they were all round her house for the afternoon whilst her parents were doing the weekly grocery store shop down on Maine Street one day during the summer break, Y/N’s parents being out of the house had meant that as long as the windows were opened that Richie and Bev could smoke. Bev pulled a cigarette out from the box hidden away in the pocket of her shorts, Richie pulled one out of the box in the top pocket of his Hawaiin tee shirt and had punched Stanley in the shoulder when Stan had told him that stealing from his fathers cigarette stash was not ethicle and would end up with him six foot under whenever he found out. The cigarette dropped from in between Richie’s fingers and sizzled and hissed right through the thin material. At the time it gave Y/N a coronary and she had a go at Richie for it but she laughed now and would have to tell him about it later.

The floarboards beneath creaked now more than ever as Bill moved from the doorway and into the middle of the room. The curtains had been taken down and taken with them to Atlanta and the curtain pole was still fixed into the wall but the windows were too dust covered to see out of and in through, cobwebs stringed over them and the stormy weather darkened the room.

“The amount of time we’d spend in here was horrific” Bill laughed and brushed his fingers along the mantelpiece, collecting a cover of grey dust over the pads of his fingertips. Y/N smiled and took slow steps, taking her time to re-live a part of her dear childhood, towards the doorway of the living room.

She turned the corner at the end of the hallway and walked into the kitchen, the Linoleum on the floor still smelt like the crayons she used to draw with in school and the light that never quite was bright enough when Y/N’s family were having their dinner was still hanging up in the ceiling in all of it’s wonky glory. The countertop with cupboards above it that once were filled with glasses, plates and bowls still lined half of the room and the hidden away stove behind one of the wooden cupboards was still hidden. Y/N always used the hidden stove as a magic trick whenever someone new came round the house as hazardous as it was.

“Oh god, this kitchen” Bill grinned, his eyes were wide with astonishment.

“What?” Y/N laughed and shifted her hands into the front pockets of her jeans.

“Too many times where we’d make stuff and it nearly poisoned us...but it was fun” He said. He had remembered everything in that house, all of the concoctions they made with different foods and juices and spices they found in her parents cupboards and fridges, only a few of the seven of them were stupid - or brave - enough to digest them.

There was a chair in the corner of the room that used to be used for dinner guests to sit at if Y/N’s brother had his friends over, if Y/N had friends over like Bill had been so many times or even Bev or Mike had been, if family were visiting and chosen to stay for dinner. The wicker chair had been dragged over to the middle of the room by the back of it and Bill had sat down on it, he leant back and rubbed his hands along his trousers, taking a deep breath to take all of it in.

“The others should be here” Y/N said not because she hadn’t wanted to be alone with the boy - who is very much now a man - all of the Loser’s Club had idolised everyday but because it was still one of the few places in town that was still theirs twenty-seven years later and it was safe, she wanted them to be safe with her and Bill there.

“Stanley wouldn’t come in, you know it” Bill looked up at her through his eyelashes.

“I don’t think I could blame him for it” Y/N spoke as someone who had known him well, he was the person who toughened Y/N up with his blunt execution and sarcastic default. Who knows? In a parallel universe they could have been lovers and perhaps it would have been more than platonic. Perhaps.

There was a pause of silence where both of them realised they hadn’t spoken about Stanley Uris for a lifetime. The closest Bill had to Stanley Uris being a name on his tongue had been the day he sat down to start outlining an idea for a new novel, the idea was there in front of him and he seized it during the middle of the night when he woke from a bad dream in fear that it would not be there in the morning when he woke again. He was able to build the plot with ease and the ink seemed to flow through his veins, what he wanted to write about had translated to be so raw and terrifying, too real that he had to pause, pause, pause then go back to it. The characters he built were already there in his mind waiting for him, they were all so different in traits and personality but he knew that they would fit on the same page and when he looked back it now, it made sense. The closest Bill Denbrough had been to Stanley Uris since they were children was when he wrote his books.

“All these years and we’re still apart of his circus.” Bill muttered with a matter of frustration, he pushed the hair that had fallen in front of his face back and blew the air from his lungs outwards. Y/N had soon realised they were not talking about Stanley Uris although she wished they had stayed on that conversation for longer.

“We’ll do it this time, Bill.” Y/N reached out and put a hand on his shoulder, it was the only thing that she thought she could say in that exact moment. She prayed on every lucky star that she had spoke the truth and wouldn’t let Big Bill down.

“I thought when I left Derry and started to forget everything that it was getting better, there were no more dreams, I thought all of it had gone, I thought I had grown up and I’m back now... and now, everything is here.” Bill Denbrough had spoken.

Y/N’s hand rubbed up and down his shoulder and down to his forearm then back up again. He looked up and saw her dewy-eyed gaze, it made the Y/E/C colour deeper, Bill Denbrough had begun to swim in them and tried to shamelessly read what they were really telling him: ‘we were too young for all of that to ever happen Big Bill, I miss those days when we were kids’ or maybe that was just how he felt or wanted, hoped Y/N to feel.

Y/N’s eyes had only become more beautiful to Bill, he remembered how he used to worship them with every chance she gave him too and when she wasn’t looking, he would pray that she never looked over at him so he could look at the Y/E/C of them until it was all that he was seeing. Oh, the way Y/N’s eyes gleamed under the sun and the darker parts spiralled around the lighter tones, Bill fell in love with them and wanted to spend the rest of his life with them in his vision. He though they were much better than his green eyes and if they were to grow up and have kids one day once they were out of Derry, they would have the most gorgeous eyes if they were Y/N’s colour and shape. Looking back at so many summers ago, Bill Denbrough worshipped the ground Y/N walked on and wanted to kiss and bring his fingers down, over every part of her sun-kissed skin, he didn’t see it as a waste of his quick-passing time even now and would do anything gladly to be that fourteen year old boy again.

A shudder ran down Y/N’s back - oh how Bill had wanted to kiss all the way down her back from her shoulders so long ago - and a breath came past her lips that trembled. Y/N ran her hand down her thigh, the denim was smoothe but coarse under her fingers, she looked at her hand instead of how Bill was looking up at her, If she had kept her head up she would have forgotten how to function with normality. All of the things that had scared her evaporated and a new fear replaced that one, it bloomed like a flower on a warm day in spring, she hadn’t known what Bill was thinking of but she knew she was thinking about him in a way that she hadn’t since she was fourteen years old, it made all the pain of Derry seem so small and far behind. She enjoyed the fear he was making her feel it was new and different to the fear she had been conditioned to feel ever since a young age and there was such a beauty within it.

He took Y/N’s hand, warm and delicate, from his shoulder and held it in his own, when he stood from the chair there left an inch between them.

“You’re still mine” Bill spoke. He took his fingers over Y/N’s hand and brought them to his stomach, he pressed them against his warm skin and trailed her fingers down to the belt of his jeans. “I need to hear you say it, Y/N”.

She watched him move her hand over his belt from his stomach, her eyes followed the veins on the back of his hand to all the way up his forearm. It was not how she used to imagine Bill but it was more in it’s own way, the Bill that stood at five foot four and’s stutter was out of his control was a different person to the Bill that stood at six foot one and knew what he wanted. Y/N didn’t want to realise how vulnerable she was in front of him, she wanted to be with him in that moment and not think of when they would get another chance to be together as one, she wanted to feel every moment of the chance she had gotten then.

“I’m still yours Bill” Y/N muttered. Her hands grabbed at the buckle of his belt and un-looped it, she pulled it through the denim loops and let it drop onto the linoleum floor.

He stepped out of his jeans and walked Y/N backwards until she was pressed between his body and the countertop, she could feel the warmth of his breath so close on her lips. Bill Denbrough’s hand grabbed at the skin on her thigh and kneaded it, his fingers moved up her to her hip and grabbed it then up to her waist and caressed the skin there, he felt her ribs as he cupped one of her Y/B/S breasts under her blouse.

He had struggled to get her blouse off, tangled his forearms up in the sleeves off it and tore one of the buttons.

He dipped down to kiss Y/N’s lips, she was too focused on him slipping the blouse from her shoulders and onto the floor that what he wanted to show her, he squeezed her jaw and slipped his tongue into her mouth, it was then that she melted into him. She was so sweet and tasted better than the strawberries, raspberries and peaches he had shared with Audra last summer. Audra, his wife, whom he loved so dearly once and after seeing Y/N again could not love again, besides that passing thought, did not stay in his mind, she was so far away.

Y/N was sensitive to every place his lips touched on her, to everywhere his hands wandered over her and Bill Denbrough loved the sincere innocence of it all, it would stay with her until tomorrow morning and the following weeks to come - maybe even months. She felt the bullets ripple straight through her yet did not feel the pain of them and Y/N Y/L/N wanted to cry all at once because she feared that she would only find that in Bill Denbrough.

That afternoon, all of his desires that he carried - unbeknownst- through to adulthood yet that he had only remembered twenty four hours ago had leaped from fiction into a surreal shared moment with the woman whomst he longed for even before he knew it. He had left no part of skin or strand of hair untouched on Y/N Y/L/N and she had kissed him with such tenderness and touched him with so much of a desperation that Bill Denbrough feared his arms wrapped around her were crushing. They stood so close to one another and shared every emotion, thought, subtle notion; they had become the same person in their making of love in the muggy weather that made their bodies stick together.

“I am so much of you as you are of me” Y/N muttered against the crook of Bill’s neck as they laid on the sofa with their bodies naked against one another and arms and legs entangled. They watched the thunderclouds ripen and the lightning strike.

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Eddie Kaspbrak x Reader Wedding Imagine

Bill Denbrough x Reader Crush Fluff

One Of Us/ Bill Denbrough x Hurt!Reader Fluff

Worth Being Scared For / Eddie Kaspbrak Fluff

Beep Beep Richie / 2019 Richie Tozier Fluff

Run Towards Something / Bev Marsh Imagine

Worth Being Scared For / 2019 Richie Tozier Light Smut

I Loved You So Much / 2019 Bill Denbrough Fluff

Can You Move Your Foot? / 2019 Richie Tozier Fluff

Comfort / 2019 Richie Tozier Fluff

James Mcavoy Interview Oneshot

Lazy Sunday / 2019 Richie Tozier Fluff

Palpable Bond / Platonic Losers’ Club Imagine

Bill Hader Soft Boyfriend Headcanons

Not This Time / Richie Tozier Imagine

Too Late / 2017+2019!Bill Denbrough Angst

Drowning / 2019! Bill Denbrough Imagine

2019 Eddie Kaspbrak Relationship Headcanons

Perfect Match / 2017! Richie Tozier Fluff

I’ve Always Loved You / Denbrough!Daughter Angst

I’ve Always Loved You Part 2

Reunion / 2019! Richie Tozier Headcanons

Not Coming Back / Uris!Reader Angst

When You Need Me / 2019! Eddie Kaspbrak Imagine

Being Married to 2019! Eddie Kaspbrak Headcanons

R +E / Reddie Oneshot

Lose You / 2019! Richie Tozier Fluff

While They Were Thinking It Over / Bill Denbrough Angst

Calm After the Storm / 2019! Bill Denbrough Imagine

Fulfilled Live / Ben Hanscom x Beverly Marsh x Daughter!Reader

Heart Eyes Tozier / Reddie Imagine

Real Monsters / 2019! Eddie Kaspbrak x Pregnant!Reader Imagine

Monsters See Us as Weaker / 2019! Stanley Uris Imagine

Reddie Fatherhood Headcanons

Falling For You / 2019! Ben Hanscom Imagine

Adult Reddie Relationship Headcanons

Stanley Uris as a Husband

Dating Ben Hanscom Headcanons

If You Believe / Beverly Marsh Imagine

Meaningless Crush / Bill Denbrough Imagine

Lose This Time / Ben Hanscom Imagine

He Knew Well Enough / Reddie Imagine

Freaking Out / Father!Eddie Kaspbrak Imagine

Fussing / 2019! Stanley Uris Drabble

He Knew / Reddie Angst

Ben Hanscom Daughter Headcanons

Not Your Fault / Bill Denbrough Imagine

Who Are You Again?! / 2019! Richie Tozier Imagine

Stanley Uris Childheart Sweethearts Headcanons

You Lied / Losers Club Angst 

Carved / 2019! Ben Hanscom Angst Imagine

Neatly / Stan Uris Fluff

Underwater / Ben Hanscom Imagine

New Mom / Hanscom!Daughter and Bev Marsh Headcanons

Bravest Of Us All / Richie Tozier Angst

Inconvenience / Bill Denbrough Imagine

It Was Your Fault / Stanley Uris Angst

His Babies / Eddie Kaspbrak Fluff

Sweet Dreams / Benverly Daughter Imagine

New Baby / Reddie Headcanons

True Love’s Kiss / Reddie Imagine

Stubborn / Reddie Fluff

Toddler Troubles / Stan Uris Headcanons

All Was Right / Bev Marsh Fluff

Sleep Deprived / Reddie Fluff

Not True / Ben Hanscom Imagine

Trick or Treat / Bill Denbrough Short Fluff

Get Off Her! / Reddie Imagine

Got Him To Stay / Ben Hanscom Imagine

Scared and Alone / Ben Hanscom Fluff

Sunlight Dreams / Mike Hanlon Imagine

Left Behind / Richie Tozier Imagine

Stupid / Eddie Kaspbrak Fluff

Token / Richie Tozier Imagine

Richie Tozier Proposal Headcanons (Male!Reader / Reddie)

Derry Sunset / Richie Tozier Imagine

Twin Flames / Ben Hanscom Imagine

Positive? / Eddie Kaspbrak x Tozier!Reader Imagine

Abyss / Losers Club Angst

Noelle / Bill Hader Christmas Headcanons

Christmas Cookies / Bill Denbrough Fluff

Form Fitting / Stan Uris Imagine

Sleuth Brothers / Tozier!Reader Imagine

Treehouse / Ben Hanscom Imagine

Rambling Fool / Eddie Kaspbrak Imagine

Brownie Blunder / Bill Hader Fluff

Knocking Them Dead / Reddie Imagine

Feed on your Fear / Bill Denbrough Imagine

I Swear / Bill Denbrough Angst

Cared For / Stan Uris Fluff

Split in Two / Richie Tozier/Reddie Angst

Happiest I’ve Ever Been / 1990! Eddie Kaspbrak Imagine

Fortune Cookie / Ben Hanscom Imagine

Being Bill Denbrough’s Daughter Would Include...

Ignored/ Ben Hanscom Imagine

Overdue Stamp / Mike Hanlon Imagine

Bully / Stan Uris Imagine

Richie Tozier x Plus Size Reader Headcanons

Marrying Beverly Marsh Headcanons

Until It’s Too Late / Uris!Reader x Losers Angst

Bev Marsh x Female!Reader Pregnancy Headcanons

Benverly!Daughter and Losers Club Graduation Headcanons

I’m An Idiot / Richie Tozier Fluff and Part 2: You’re An Idiot

Bewitched / Mike Hanlon x Plus!Sized Male Reader Imagine

Quarantine / Stanley Uris Headcanons

Losers Club Halloween Headcanons

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request/plot: Stan x Reader where they were together back in Derry and kind of forgot about each other after moving away but they always had a void in their lives. And then when Stan is just about to do it after Mikes call his phone rings and it’s you and you’re crying after just getting off the phone with Mike to come to Derry. You both end up going back and seeing each other at the restaurant and you guys just catch up after all these years that passed and old feelings come back. A/N: Y'all ain't ready for what you're about to read hHEHEHEHEH. Lmao. I had some huge inspo to write this, so thank god for that! Hope you still like this series, and I hope to do you guys and myself justice with this and the following parts. Happy reading! warnings: smut, feelings, 'heavy stuff'.

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The Losers Club are a mess, that is certain. Only Y/N and Stanley seem to hold a clear sight and a clear mind out of all eight of them. But, they were just as emotional. And in a panic, too. None of them want to die, they're scared of death, their survival instinct is stronger than ever. As much as they can delay the possibility of them dying, they will do it.

Y/N holds Beverly's shaking shoulders as puffs of smoke surround them both now. Beverly's crying as she tells her friends what kind of fate awaits them all if they don't stop IT now, in this cycle. She claimed to have seen all her friends die horribly, and it scared Y/N and her both. She had forgot these sort-of predicaments until now, and Y/N wondered how scared Beverly must be having these images she saw twenty-seven years ago in her mind again.

There is also a hand on Y/N's shoulder. It belongs to Stanley. A comforting gesture, just like her hands are on Beverly, to give her comfort. But there is a difference in Stanley's hold. There's sort of an electricity in it. One that's bound to be released. And they both know when it's gonna be.

When they look at each other, Y/N having to look from below Stanley due to where she was sitting, they can't seem to look away. Stanley's eyes are magnetic and pulling her towards him. Y/N's are inviting, daring and challenging, almost, challenging him to do what he's afraid to. One of the many things on that list. She's asking him to risk everything. And he wants to say yes.

Stanley's a little sceptical of how Bill looks. The man looks dazed, almost drugged. Stanley looks to Mike and he has got a pleased look on his face. The look of achievement. Stanley realises he's convinced Bill with some hallucinogenics. God, they're truly a mess. What lengths does Mike have to go to convince his scared friends. It seems silly that he has to do what he's done. They're his best friends, after all.

Richie and Eddie are ready to leave any second, but Bill convinces them to stay. With great effort, though, the two are set on leaving this exact second and from Stanley's memories, both men are very stubborn. But since everyone is adamant to stay except for Eddie and Richie, they realised they have to stay, after all. The Losers Club can't stop IT if they're not all together. Richie and Eddie know that well.

Mike goes back to the Library for the night, making a deal with his friends that they'll meet before sunrise of the next day at the Library. All eight will need a normal night of sleep before their journey. Journey back to the past to protect the future. But how can they sleep? How can they be at peace, thinking of what would await them.

Insomnia tortures Richie, so he goes into Eddie's room to see if Eddie's awake, too. He is, and Richie's sudden presence scares him a little. They stay up, talking to each other while they play cards, their voices soft. Sometimes their voices die down, sometimes they get higher and sometimes even louder.

Beverly found solace in being awake by going to Bill. They also stayed awake together, talking from time to time. Mostly about memories of Derry and each other. Some things almost lead to other things, almost. Tension is definitely thick in the air in Bill's room once Beverly came in.

Ben, as always, is alone. He thinks he's always going to be alone, and is now used to it already. He is his own best friend. He's never felt lonely in his life, but when he knows Beverly is in Bill's room, Ben Hanscom feels like the loneliest man in the world. He pulls out the folded page he's kept in his wallet for years, and looks at it. The light from the street lamp shines through the window and onto the page, making it easier for Ben to read what it says, for the hundredth time. He sighs.

The instant Stanley's room door was closed, they were on each other. All over each other, breathing and taking in one another. Remembering how the other felt, what they liked, how to please the other. They're re-discovering each other, how they were together, how they felt in moments of heat.

Y/N and Stanley are tearing at each other's clothes and skins and lips and hair, they're mad together. They're mad to spend every second of the night together, spend the time given to them wisely. Who knows what the sunrise and morning will bring? Who knows what the next day will bring to them? Not one moment must be wasted.

They don't need sleep, they don't need rest. They don't need anything except each other. And the high they got off the other. The pair could do with only that to survive the rest of their lives.

Y/N can't remember Stanley ever being so bold, so brutal in making love. Sure, they'd done it a few times until he had to leave after high school. But no time was ever as vile and as desperate as this. And she loved it. There were no words, no questions, no hesitation. There was only missed-out love and desperation.

The pair hadn't even undressed completely when Stanley entered Y/N with his cock full of desire. Her head fell against the poor thin hotel door and she screamed. Stanley grunted and tilted her head back in its previous place. So she'd be facing him.

Stanley kept his eyes locked on Y/N while he thrusted into her and she whined and moaned, as well as he kept his hands on her hips. Her hands were taking turns roaming and squeezing his back and the back of his neck, and she tried her best to keep their eye contact. But it was hard. And, damn, Stanley was so hard. Y/N felt like she would die then and there from it, even without going back to Neibolt.

It would be hard not to hear them screwing like complete animals if you were standing at the hotel's entrance. Ben was sure Y/N and Stanley could be heard all over town. Eddie and Richie used the hotel-given ear plugs - with their disadvantages -, and Bill and Beverly decided they should split and spend the rest of the time remaining in their own separate rooms.

But when Y/N and Stanley reached their orgasms, my God, what their friends heard before wasn't even close to being as loud as that was. They had never imagined that Stanley and Y/N, the most shy people from them eight, would be this loud during sex. But Beverly guessed there wasn't just pleasure in those screams. There was terror and desperation, there was hope and praying to a higher power. And she had guessed right.

Y/N stayed held against the door by Stanley. They needed a little while to regain themselves, their breaths, their ever-so-clear minds. Well, their minds were hazy with a thick fog, and would be for a while, and there was no escaping it. An amnesia-like fog that made them ignorant to everything else except the other and the other's touch, and their love. It was love, both of them were sure. It had returned, and it's stronger than ever.

Stanley, now with a bit of a clearer mind, pulled Y/N against his chest and carried her to the hotel bed. He undressed her slowly, completely, and kissed every aching and non-aching part of her skin tenderly. And it made Y/N cry.

She was crying because she now felt what she had missed all her life. Who she had missed, and what he would have given her if they had never separated. What they could have had together, what they could have felt together. How their lives would be much, much better if only they had never parted.

Each kiss he gave her was worth two tears from her. And when Stanley realised she wasn't in fact moaning or whimpering, but that she was crying, he kissed her tears, which meant kissing her cheeks, her lips, her neck, her hair. And he kissed every part. Which only made her cry more.

She cried about the time they had missed, the opportunities left unused, the kisses given to strangers. Everything they could have had.

Stanley held her and, as they both lay there, now completely bare and exposed to the cold, horrible hotel air that reeked of sterilisation, looked in her eyes. He softly pet her hair and held the hand of hers that lay between them on the bed with his other hand. And they kept their eye contact strong, they were sure they didn't blink once.

Even as teenagers, they could stare into each other's eyes for hours without getting bored or getting distracted. They could do nothing else but that. Not many people can. But it was one of their… things. And it was still strong now, almost three decades later.

The moon and the street lamps shone onto the two lovers in the hotel room, to someone's eyes they'd look like a perfect painting in this light. These two lovers in a perfectly-made bed that was hardly touched. They were surrounded by the smell fo sex, the sound of sobs, the glistening of tears and sweat. By the words they want to say to each other, the longing and what-ifs that they want to voice. But they don't want to ruin this perfect moment, and the next, and the next. Y/N and Stanley want to cherish this complete silence and calm, before the storm hits them and hits this perfect atmosphere.

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lay all your love on me

request: Maybe and adult Stan nsfw x reader fic where the losers are over for a visit and stans wife (the reader) is being super clingy and wants to make love and Stan says yes as long as she’s quiet and the next day everyone is super awkward because they heard everything but don’t know how to bring it up until Richie blurts it out

A/N: Hhahahahaha I love this. Hilarious. I hope I'll do myself justice on this one, you know, make right my own expectations and plans. I try my best and nsfw is harder to write, unfortunately. Happy reading!

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“Only if you're quiet, alright, baby-love?” Stanley soothes, laying kiss after kiss slowly on his wife's neck. She's already squirming and mewling, her fingers unsteadily moving through Stanley's hair and over his clothes. She wants them off, she wants them off now. She wants Stanley all to herself right now, and she nods to his words in agreement. “I don't need anymore teasing than I already get.” He states with a breathy chuckle.

Y/N laughs wholeheartedly. Stanley enjoys the sound, but he must keep her quiet, so his soft hand softly squeezes the side of her neck when he cradles her head. It makes Y/N's laughter mewl into a moan. The soft, teasing gestures entice her more than anything.

“I wanna be on top.” Y/N states, her palms flat against Stanley's chest. She's eager and she's lustful, and she wants him now. Though she'd love to ravish her husband for every minute of the night ahead, but they have their kids and friends just next door and should, after all, get some sleep.

Stanley takes both of her hands in his and kisses them, the kisses make Y/N's eyes flutter shut and open. “Get on me, then, princess.” He entices her. Being married or almost forty-years-old doesn't take away Stanley's right to use any nickname he wants, even if it's one that he used as a teenager. It still makes his wife blush, and that's all he needs.

Stanley gets off her and sits at the edge of their bed, waiting for Y/N to take her place in his lap. But she's trying to enjoy this quiet torture of love-making with her husband. She peels her blouse off her body slowly, giving her husband a show. It does him well, his cock already straining against the confinements of his dress pants, and Stanley breathes a sigh instead of the rivalling moan that wanted to so get out past lips, out of the sight of his wife undressing herself.

She takes off her jeans and walks back over to Stanley. She unbuttons his shirt while kissing him again. Both their eyes close, they sigh into each other, lust and love travelling back and forth between them. Stanley cups her bum and lifts her up onto the bed and on top of him.

“You lazy girl.” He tells her. Y/N bites her lip and giggles, giving Stanley a daring look. Her hips move onto and against Stanley's, and when she feels his arousal with the added feeling of her lace underwear and his jeans against her womanhood, she moans so loud Stanley has to clasp a hand over her lips. Y/N's eyes close again and she arches her back.

Stanley watches her body transform, and she's goddess. Her hair flows over her shoulders in long, beautiful waves and creates an enticing contrast with her skin and the color of her bralette. She moves around him with a rhythm that's familiar to him, and his own head falls back. The feeling is incredible, it feels as exciting as it did the first time they made love.

“Fuck, baby,” he whispers and the sensuality of it makes Y/N whine, “be quiet.” Stanley pleads, and, deciding that his hand over her mouth doesn't work, watches his fingers as they travel past her lips and between them. Then, into her mouth, and she's already tracing her tongue over his fingertips. Stanley almost moans as loud as she did, but he bites his lip to restrain himself. The sight is heavenly.

They both feel like teenagers on drugs. Rather, they're drugged with each other and the lust and desire they're giving off. Y/N's hands work fast on Stanley's belt and zipper, and they come off messily in seconds, and hit the carpeted floor of their bedroom. They both freeze for a second, waiting for any sounds coming from any other part of the house, but hear nothing. Thanks to the carpeted floor, it makes any sound softer and sound like an accidental thud.

Stanley looks back up at Y/N. She's holding his hand tight between her two small ones and looking deep into his eyes. Words seem to travel faster between their eyes than they could say with moving their lips. Stanley wastes no time then, and slips his underwear down just a little so his full erection could slip past the waistband and slap right against his wife's lower stomach.

She gasps, but has no time to take in its sight as Stanley's already pushing her underwear aside and sliding easily into her. He grunts, as quiet as he can, at how tight she still feels. How slick she is.

“You weren't kidding.” He whispers, referencing to her previous words of how much she wants him. Why tonight? Neither of them know. Perhaps it's seeing Stanley with the kids and his friends. Perhaps it's the shirt or pants he wore tonight. Maybe it's the way he looked at her tonight, she can't decide. But something in her longed so strongly for him tonight that nothing else seemed to make sense and she grew impatient, which she never does.

“Stanley…” she sighs out, his fingers still in her mouth. Her eyes screw shut, and she conceals her whimpers by biting softly into Stanley's fingers. All these feelings together make the man more excited with every second, and he's sure that his release isn't far out of reach.

He starts at his usual slow pace, and Y/N feels the bed underneath them moving with his thrusts, the wooden legs scraping against the soft carpet. Surely they won't be heard, she thinks. Everyone's gone to sleep and the carpet muffles the sounds. But she doesn't think as far as of the headboard hitting the wall behind it gently.

Y/N takes Stanley's hand out of her mouth and holds it for a few seconds, before she guides it down to hold her waist. She slowly bends down to lay against his chest and she runs her fingers over it, over his little chest hairs. She adores them, looking at them and touching them makes Stanley appear in her eyes even more manly than he is, maybe even a little macho. She kinda digs it.

She grips his shoulders as his thrusts start to pick up the pace, and they're both breathing heavily. Now and then, they mewl or whimper, and both have forgot about being quiet all in all. But when he kisses her again, right before both of their climaxes, they moan together, though the sound is quieted by the kiss. Thank God.

“Come, baby-love.” Stanley urges her. “I know you're there.”

Y/N only nods and reaches for Stanley's hand to hold it when she does come. She squeezes it tight, and her eyes shut again until she feels herself dripping all over him. Stanley is driven right over the edge by that, and they both stop moving until their orgasms are through.

Stanley mutters her name like a mantra under his breath, in almost desperate whispers. How he loves this feeling of unloading himself into her… Nothing quite matches that. His thumb again makes its way between Y/N's lips, and she needed that to quiet herself down. Her final moan is usually a very loud one, Stanley knows it by heart, and it's probably one of his favorite ones. But he has to save it for another time now, unless he wants the whole house to wake up at one in the morning and question the loud noise.

She collapses next to him once Stanley's pulled himself off of her, and breathes deep breaths. Stanley reaches for the tissues on the nightstand to clean himself and his wife up a little. Afterwards, he turns back to her and lays a kiss to her forehead. Y/N curls into him, and Stanley gladly puts his arm around her. That was one hell of a something, he thinks to himself. And the thought that they had to stay quiet was exciting him, he must admit, it did add more excitement.

“I think we were quiet.” She whispers to her husband, and he nods in agreement. It doesn't take long for them to nod off, it actually takes only a few seconds.

Following morning is much quieter than the Uris family expected. It doesn't feel like everyone's still asleep, no. It feels more like there's things that need to be said, but just hang on the tip of their tongues and wait for the right moment. But it never really does feel like the right moment to voice what they want to say. Probably because of the kids still in the room.

It's not like the Losers didn't get any sleep, but they were just weirded out by what they heard around one in the morning. Eddie wondered how their kids hadn't woken up from the noises, Ben and Beverly thank God that they didn't. Bill and Mike were just hoping for it to be over as soon as possible, and chuckling to themselves while trying to fall asleep. Richie, instead, was really pissed off that his pure ears had been damaged by his childhood friends deciding to have a little fun. And he was about to burst from this loss.

None of them know how to tell the happy and chattering couple politely that they were a bit loud last night, and so they sit awkwardly at the breakfast table. They stare at their plate of food or in the coffee cup that they've raised up, thinking, just thinking, that maybe there is a way to put it lightly.

When the Uris kids go back to their rooms upstairs, it's like the Losers breathe a little sigh of relief. At least they don't have to worry about kids hearing something they shouldn't yet hear. Everyone, except Stanley and Y/N, exchange glances. There seems to be an actual conversation evolving between these six pairs of eyes, one of going back and forth, one of question and doubt, until Richie's wide eyes frantically widen and his eyebrows furrow at his friends. He can't take it anymore.

“You guys sure were quiet last night.” Richie says in a bursting manner to the couple, and they look a little puzzled at first. But then they realise.

“Oh, my God.” Stanley puts his head in his hands and sighs. Y/N just looks down, blushing and feeling rightfully embarrassed. The Losers don't say or do anything for a few moments, but then they all burst out laughing, and, thankfully, Stan and Y/N join them.

“It might not be the best way to boast about your great sex life, though.” Mike states and sips his coffee. His comment only makes Y/N laugh more.

“Do we even have to apologise?” She questions, doubt in her voice. Richie throws his hand at her in a careless sort of way.

“Don't bother.” Eddie says. “Next time, we'll just invite you all over and see how loud we can get without any complaints.”

That makes everyone laugh again, and the breakfast table isn't so suspenseful anymore.

“Oooh, we should take turns, then.” Suggests Beverly.

“Make, like, a challenge or something.” Richie adds and clinks his cup of coffee with Beverly's.

The idea seems funny to them and the rest. But Stanley and Y/N look at each other with looks that ask “what have we done?”. Stanley lays a kiss upon Y/N's forehead and pulls her closer to him. They watch their friends brainstorm ideas for challenges they could start between them eight, mostly associated with sexual themes.

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