#stenbroughlon

[princecupcakee]

Do ya’ll ever just feel sad because some show gets a new season and you’re still sitting around waiting for a six hour supercut of a killer clown and gay kids

[thereisonlybread]

going on tumblr and finding actual Stanlonbrough content is the best feeling in the entire goddamned universe

I love them all so much so why can't they all love each other

[crowrelli]

part 3!!! mikes power is super strength!! good for hugs djfkgldf

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[nblesbianbenhanscom]

drabble challenge, #1.

“The skirt is supposed to be this short.”

a million billion years later, but here it is.

cw some internalized transphobia

***

Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, Stan looks down at the skirt. It’s pastel purple with pleats and makes Stan’s legs look amazing–both Bill and Mike agree–but still Stan hesitates.

Stan has worn it around the apartment and in front of their friends, but they just aren’t sure they are ready for the rest of the world to see them, even though Stan knows they look cute, and the skirt is so hella fucking comfortable.

Sighing, Stan picks it up to put back on the hanger when their boyfriends, Bill and Mike, come in arguing about something stupid.

Mike gasps. “Is today the day?”

Blushing, Stan freezes. They’d been talking about how maybe someday they would wear a skirt outside of the house.

Someday had yet to come.

Stan opens their mouth to say something but nothing comes out.

“N-No puh-ressure, of course,” Bill says gently. He comes over and kisses Stan’s cheek.

Neither Bill or Mike are prepared for Stan to burst into tears, but as soon as they do, Bill holds out his hand in a silent question. When Stan takes it, Mike rushes over to join them in a hug. Sometimes when Stan is upset they want space, but not today.

Dropping the skirt, Stan clings to them like Stan’s drowning and they are the only things that can save them.

“It’s ok, Stan. You don’t have to wear the skirt. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to put so much pressure on you,” Mike babbles.

“It’s oh- okay, St- Stanny,” Bill whispers into their hair. Stan nods miserably. They sit down on the bed and Stan leans into their boyfriends while they comfort Stan.

When Stan finally calms down, they lean into Mike’s arms as they hold Bill’s hands.

“I’m sorry, I’m being stupid,” Stan mumbles.

Kissing their hair, Mike says, “No, love. You’re not.”

“You w-anna t-talk about it?” Bill asks.

Shrugging, Stan says, “I’m just–” They take a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I’m just scared someone’s going to laugh.”

Bill squeezes their hand. “I-If they do, I’ll k-kick their asses.”

Sighing, Stan says, “Remind me when the last time you won a fight was.” They all laugh as Bill flips off Stan.

“Hey, n-now, j-jerkface,” Bill teases and squeezes Stan’s hand.

Giving him a sheepish smile, Stan just shrugs. “Just calling it like I see it.” Stan takes another deep breath. “I know- I know, it’s stupid, but I just feel like such a- a fraud. Like, I’m proud of being nonbinary, but this…” They swallow hard. “I don’t know, I just feel like it’s- I feel more exposed, more vulnerable, you know?”

“I th-think you’re p-putting too much p-pressure on yourself, Stan,” Bill says as he leans over to pick up the skirt.

“You don’t have to wear the skirt to prove anything,” Mike says. “You are nonbinary no matter what you wear or don’t wear.”

“I know...” Stan says, because they do know. “Soon. I’ll wear it soon.” They take the skirt and put it on the hanger but don’t move to put it away.

“So, M-Mike and I have b-been t-talking, an-and we were wondering if m-aybe you m-ight–if we wore skirts t-too–you m-might feel more comfortable,” Bill says.

Choking a little, Stan looks between them. “Guys, you don’t have to do that.”

“We know we don’t have to, we want to,” Mike says.

Stan can’t believe what they are hearing and they burst into tears again. Mike kisses their hair.

“It’s ok, love, it’s ok,” Mike whispers.

“You two are the best!” Stan kisses them both.

“D-Do you think that w-ill help?” Bill asks brightly.

“Maybe,” Stan murmurs. “Yes. Probably.” They all laugh, and Stan takes a deep breath. “Thank you. Both of you. I seriously do not know what I would do without you.”

“We love you, Stan,” Mike says.

Nodding, Bill leans over and kisses their cheek. “So much.”

Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, Stan nods. “I know. I love you both, too. So much.”

They sit there talking quietly for a few more minutes and then eventually they get up and finish getting dressed.

***

Over the next couple of weeks, they talk about it a lot, about when they should do it, what types of skirts they should wear, and the more they talk about it, the more excited Stan starts to get.

They all agree to do it on a Saturday afternoon, make a date of it. They'd go see a movie and get some food at their favorite restaurant. Stan is excited and nervous as they all get dressed. Their heart beats a little faster when Bill and Mike pull on their skirts. Stan hasn’t seen either of them in their skirts; Mike had wanted to keep it a surprise.

Mike’s skirt is a cute little flowy thing with flowers on it. It looks so soft, and all Stan wants to do is run their fingers over it.

But then Bill steps out of the bathroom and Stan’s jaw drops. Bill is wearing one of the shortest skirts Stan has ever seen. Bill is all leg, and Stan’s mouth begins to water as they take in the sight.

“Hey, Stanny. Close your mouth. You’re drooling,” Mike teases.

Stan closes their mouth and wipes their chin only to find it completely dry. They turn to glare at Mike. “Mean!”

Pulling them into a one armed hug so they can both admire Bill, Mike says, “You love it.”

Still staring at Bill’s ass, Stan whispers, “Yeah.” Mike laughs.

Bill smiles at Stan as he tugs at the skirt. “At th-the store this s-seemed like a g-great idea.”

Closing the space between them, Stan pulls Bill in for a kiss, their hands going down to cup Bill’s ass without thought. When they pull apart they are both breathing hard.

“You look so fucking hot,” Stan breathes. They have to use all of their willpower to not slide their hand up the fort of Bill’s skirt to jerk him off.

Blushing, Bill asks, “It’s n-not t-too short?” He starts to tug again and Stan grabs his wrist to stop him.

Mike comes over to them and runs his hand up Bill’s thigh. “Oh, baby, the skirt is supposed to be this short.” He kisses Bill gently on the corner of his mouth.

“You are a cruel, cruel man,” Stan accuses. They pull themself away knowing if they keep touching Bill, they would never make their movie.

“Why?” Mike asks as he pulls away looking at Stan with false innocence.

“How are we supposed to function when Bill looks like…” Stan’s words fail them as they look back at Bill.

Snorting with laughter, Bill says, “Oh yeah? Th-This is g-going to be f-fun.”

Stan looks at their boyfriends in horror. “You both are menaces and will be the death of me, I swear.”

Mike laughs. “Yeah, but you love us…”

Snorting back laughter, Stan shakes their head. "Yeah… I do love you.” They all laugh.

[lilac-uris]

alone ain’t always lonely (‘specially not with you)

mike hanlon has known isolation almost his whole life.

he got unwanted attention as soon as his father decided he was old enough to help with deliveries. he was the only black child in derry. henry bowers sure gave him shit for it. his poor dog, too.

by the time, he met his first real friends (meaning ones that responded in sounds he could understand), mike had more or less got used to the silence. the isolation. the loneliness. and then he wasn’t alone anymore. afternoons that used to be spent making up new work to do out of boredom or rereading books he’s read more times than years he’s been alive were quickly replaced with afternoons at the quarry in his underwear, jumping into the murky green-grey water. and bike rides turned high-speed chases away from one henry bowers. and eventually sleepovers at stanley uris or bill denbrough’s house.

he was alone, reading books with bill, until georgie got tired of being quiet.

he was alone, beating richie at streetfighter until bowers came in, looking for trouble.

he was alone, doing research with ben until the library closed.

he was alone, skipping rocks with eddie, until he had to get home.

he was alone, buying bev pads so she didn’t have to steal or talk to dr. keene.

he was happy.

even after richie and eddie packed up for some college in california. and ben and bev headed off to chase sunsets in chicago.

he had good ol’ husson university in bangor. and he had a nice little car, affectionately dubbed “bluebird”. and he had big bill and stan the man.

and was never alone again.

he was with stan, kissing bill on his left cheek, in the back of his truck.

he was with bill, cuddled into stan’s side, as he read to them.

he was with them both when they walked across the stage at graduation.

mike hanlon has known isolation long enough to know that alone isn’t always lonely.

[panstutteringbill]

bi nonbinary stanley uris can actually be something so personal,,,

watch me just,,, dedicate this to @was-fleimkepakosskairipa and @antisociallilbrat

[dumbasshyperfixationtime]

Pretend Bill Denbrough’s a soft boy all you like, but deep down we all know once that himbo sees something he likes, the man shoots his shot with the confident insistence of a frat boy on prom night. 

[gazebo-eds]

i am sick and tired of mike being left out of cute ship content!! y’all do reddie and benverly and stenbrough and pretend my boy mike doesn’t exist! i’m sick of it!!! stop making mike forever alone 2k19!! stan and bill both have two hands, clowns!!

[hermywolf]

stan loves birds and everytime he goes bird-watching his bf bill comes with him and just sits there and draws birds and writes and smiles while listening to stan’s rants about that one very rare bird he saw

and then there’s their other bf mike who is absolutely terrified of birds

[callmeshaq]

Anyone willing to write some stanlonbrough w/o the stenbrough? Like Mike’s dating Stan and Bill, but Stan and Bill are not dating each other, and it’s completely consensual? Cuz I would love to see it.

[baguetteavocat]

HI HEY PLEASE SEND ME FIC IDEAS SO I CAN WRITE IM BEGGING YALL

[princecupcakee]

Is it just me who feels extremely excited and happy when you realize that someone read the same fanfic as you? Like, you see a specific scenario from a fanfic that you read in a post and you're like, “OH YEAH! I READ THAT! WE READ THAT! I KNOW THAT FANFIC WE READ THE SAME ONE! HELL YEAH-

[ellixbean]

Good Afternoon, esteemed bastards.

I have a Wattpad Oneshots book with requests open! It isnt great but you gotta start somewhere

I'm like Bill Denbrough with my crappy endings 😬

https://my.w.tt/M7Vvcokpp5

Anyway, theres your link. Do your thing, Tumblr!

[crowrelli]

part 4!! ben has invisibility!! lets just hope he can control it before dinner time dshkfsd

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[eddieeatsass]

The Key to Pleasure

Pairing: Reddie, Stanlonbrough, Benverly Rating: E Warnings: smut, explicit language Read over on AO3 One summer, Beverly gets a job as a sex-toy saleswoman, the kind that hosts parties where you invite your friends and demo the products in hopes that they’ll buy.

Of course, for her first party, she just invites the Losers. She’s nervous and isn’t really sure how she’s going to do, so they volunteer for a trial run, of sorts.

The Losers have never been private about sex, so even though it might seem awkward to be the one woman in a room full of men, talking about how to get yourself off with nipple clamps, it’s surprisingly comfortable. Richie sticks a suction cup dildo to his forehead and pretends to be a unicorn right off the bat, so the atmosphere is pretty normal.

Beverly goes through her routine: showing off the toys, explaining how they work, passing them around for everyone to feel, rinse and repeat. It’s going smoothly until Beverly introduces the throat spray that’s supposed to remove a person’s gag-reflex.

Stan comments nonchalantly that he has no gag-reflex, and everyone has a reaction. Richie thinks he’s bluffing, Mike’s a little turned on, and in the end Stan is grabbing the suction cup dildo (that’s been attached to Richie’s forehead this whole time) and strides over to the wall. He falls to his knees and sticks it to the surface with a smack. His face stays solemn as he descends his mouth on to the dildo, swallowing it down in one go.

“Holy shit, he really doesn’t!” Richie shouts.

Stan puts on a little show, bobbing back and forth, taking it as deep as he can without crushing his nose against the wall. When he swallows, the outline of the dildo can be seen in his throat. He finally pulls off after a few minutes, only to see the whole room staring in wonder.

The tone of the party changes after that. From then on, everyone is a little more on edge, a little more aware of the things they’re discussing and the ways their bodies are subtly pressed together.

The next interruption comes when Beverly brings out a cock ring and Mike audibly winces.

“God, don’t those hurt?”

Beverly explains how it works, the words flowing freely since it’s part of what she’s made to learn for the job. Eventually, she offers it to him.

“You can try it, if you want.” She says hesitantly, a bit embarrassed at the insinuation.

“What, here?”

“If you want.” Beverly reiterates sweetly, not wanting to put any pressure on him.

Mike looks around the room, surveying all his friend’s faces, before he decides to give it a shot.

“If my dick falls off, at least I’ll have 6 people around to call the paramedics.” He mumbles before disappearing down the hall towards the bathroom.

“Why do only Mike and Stan get to try the products? I call favoritism!” Richie declares loudly.

“You can all try something, if you want.” Beverly shrugs.

“Great, Eddie will try the remote control vibe.” Richie decides.

“Uh, no Eddie will not!” Eddie cries from beside him.

“You said earlier you thought it sounded cool.” Richie threw back.

“Yeah but…” Eddie sighs, giving in to the curiosity. “Okay, I’ll try it.”

Beverly hands it over and Eddie bashfully follows down the same hallway Mike had gone down, turning instead into one of the bedrooms and closing the door quickly.

It takes a few more minutes for Mike and Eddie to return, but when they do it’s in unison. They’re both walking a little funny, but while Eddie doesn’t look any noticeably different, Mike’s pants are tented considerably.

Mike shuffles back to his previous spot between Bill and Stan on the couch and crosses his hands in his lap.

“So!?” Bill pokes him in the side. “How does it f-f-feel? Your c-cock still in one piece?”

Mike clears his throat, nodding meekly. “Yeah, it’s, uh… yeah.”

Stan was regarding him smugly, a knowing look on his face. He leans in close, so only Mike can hear him, and whispers in his ear. “You know, it feels better if it’s not straining against stiff jeans.” Stan was mostly just messing with him to get a reaction, but there was truth behind his words. He’d had enough experience of his own to know what he was talking about.

Meanwhile, Eddie was sitting pretty on the love seat next to Richie. He was twisting the remote around in his hands, anxiety and anticipation mingling in his chest. He had gotten the toy in no problem, it was tiny and curved and sat snug against his prostate, but he’d been too nervous to turn it on yet. He could feel Richie staring at him, gaze flicking back and forth from Eddie’s face to the remote in his hands. Finally, Richie makes a lunge for the remote, grabbing it from Eddie’s hands as Eddie tried to squirm away.

Richie laughs as he makes a dramatic show of pressing the on button. The second the toy comes to life Eddie freezes. Him and Richie have a stare down as Richie’s grin grows, and his finger presses the plus button. Eddie lets himself slump into Richie’s side then, overcome with the new sensation and unable to do much else other than focus on the feeling.

Beverly was trying to get on with her demos before the train completely derailed. She still had Bill and Ben’s attention, half of Stan and Richie’s attention, and none of Eddie’s or Mike’s attention. So, two and two halfs were going to have to do.

The next object she takes out are basic metal handcuffs with a key necklace to match. The idea was that one partner could lock up the other, and then wear the key around their neck. A sexy and functional fashion accessory. Beverly was actually quite enjoying the demonstration when Ben spoke up.

“Are you sure those are safe? Like, what if someone loses the key?”

Beverly laughs warmly and walks over to him.

“They’re totally safe. Do you trust me?” She asks, holding the handcuffs out in front of him. Ben lent her his wrists, which she takes with soft hands and pulls around to the back of Ben’s chair. With a click, the cuffs are on. Beverly gives them a few tugs, showing Ben (and whoever else was barely paying attention at that point) that once they were shut, they were secure. Then she walks over to her set-up to retrieve the key only… it isn’t there.

Richie giggles to himself as he feels the key in his pocket, which he had snuck off the table when everyone had been distracted. Next to him, Eddie was still quiet, eyes shut tight and legs crossed even tighter, as he leans against Richie. They had gotten to level 4 and there were 8 levels listed on the remote. Richie absently wondered if Eddie would even make it to 8.

Across the room, Ben was beginning to panic as Beverly searched frantically for the key. She rallied Bill in to help her, but he quickly gets distracted when he comes across a giant box filled with tiny lube packets. There must be upwards of 500 of the tiny, colorful jelly packs.

“Bev, do these a-a-actually taste like what they s-say they tas-s-ste like?” Bill asks, picking up a packet that advertised itself as Cherry flavored.

“Uh, I don’t know.” Beverly waves him off as she continues to dig through boxes in search of the key.

“C-Can I try it?” Bill asks curiously.

“Denbrough, do whatever you want.” Beverly dismisses him, deciding she’ll get more searching done on her own.

Bill wanders off with the box in hand, digging through it in search of his favorite flavor.

“A-ha!” Bill cheers as he grabs an Apple flavored pack, and sits himself back down on the couch next to Mike, who at this point is trying to subtly grind up into his pants for friction on his aching cock.

“Those don’t actually taste good.” Stan comments from the other side of Mike.

Bill rips open the pack and squirts some in his mouth to test Stan’s theory. He’s delighted when he’s met with a delicious flavor.

“You’re wrong.” Bill responds with a giddy smile.

“Well yeah, when you eat them like candy they taste fine, but get a real dick in the mix and it tastes like shit.” Stan relents.

Bill glares at him challengingly.

“Here.” Stan reaches over to grab a packet from Bill’s box, tearing it open as his hands draw back. He squirts a small amount on to his finger and returns it to Bill’s face, insisting that he try it. Bill takes Stan’s finger into his mouth hesitantly, but licks around his digit none-the-less. It’s blueberry, sweet and tangy.

“Mike, may I?” Stan turns to Mike who was still sandwiched between them, gesturing at his crotch. Mike’s eyes grow wide along with Bill’s, but still, he nods. Stan casually undoes Mike’s pants, pulling them down just enough that his cock springs free. It’s aggressively red, leaking at the tip, and rock hard thanks to the ring snug at the base.

Stan pours the rest of the packet down Mike’s shaft, ignoring as he shivers and gasps at the feeling.

“Now, try it.” Stan regards Bill.

Bill and Mike share an unsure look, but Mike must give Bill the go ahead because soon he’s ducking his head down and licking a wet strip up Mike’s cock to collect the lubrication. He makes a face as he pulls away, and the artificial blueberry flavor mixes with pre-cum to create something nefarious.

Stan looks as if he wants to say he told him so, but instead, he takes his own turn lowering his head. He repeats his earlier actions, only this time performing them on a real cock and not a dildo stuck to a wall. When he pulls away he’s a little breathless, cheeks a little ruddy from exertion.

“There, the lube is all gone, and now it tastes how a cock should.” Stan declares happily.

Bill contemplates it for a second before diving back in, swirling his tongue around Mike as he tries to get his natural taste. He feels a hand on his head, guiding him, but when he looks up he realizes the hand doesn’t belong to Mike. It was Stan’s, who was now making out with Mike above him.

Richie, Beverly and Ben were watching the developments in disbelief, not entirely sure how to move forward now that their party had turned into… this.

Eddie was still blissfully unaware, his vibrator now having been turned up to 6. He’s rocking his hips in small circles now, as if chasing the feeling but also trying to get away from it. Both his hands had attached themselves to Richie’s shirt and he’d tucked his face against Richie’s neck. Richie himself was in absolute heaven, never having guessed he’d ever be in this situation. Everything was going perfectly until Eddie suddenly spoke up.

“Turn it off, Rich-fuck-Richie! Turn it off!” Eddie’s voice was barely above a whisper, and his hands were weak as they grab for the remote. Before Richie can properly react, Eddie collapses into him fully, his body shaking. Richie finds himself in a front row seat as Eddie comes, whimpering in Richie’s ear and clinging to his chest. Richie watches dazedly for a few moments until Eddie’s moans start to sound pained, and that’s when he remembers to turn off the vibrator. He throws the remote to the side as he circles his arms around Eddie, pulling him on to his lap so he can rub his back as he comes down.

Instead, “Richie. Bedroom, now.” Eddie pants.

Richie shoots up within an instant, carrying Eddie with him as he passes by the rest of his friends with little care for their own activities. He only stops when he remembers the burning secret in his pocket. He shifts Eddie’s weight on to one arm and uses the other to fish the handcuff key out of his pocket. He approaches Ben, who now has a half naked Beverly in his lap (wait, when did that happen?) and hesitates before setting the key down on the coffee table instead of interrupting their explorations.

With that, Richie is ready to carry on with whatever the rest of the day has in store for him.

[panstutteringbill]

*bill denbrough at 2am voice* pennywise is a het bitch and it shows