#hanzier smut

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Hanzier smut? Richie hot n bothered, so he gets Mike hot n bothered and rides him?? ( if ur still taking requests...) Because bottom Richie rights

BOTTOM RICHIE RIGHTS!!! I’m sorry this took so long, but I hope you’re happy with the results. Read on AO3 or below:

Mike slowly felt himself drift into consciousness, awarenesscoming back to his senses as he blinked sleep out of his eyes. He felt next tohim for his warm-bodied companion but found empty rustled sheets instead. Mikedecided to take another moment before getting out of bed to search for hisboyfriend.

When he finally padded down the hallway, lit up by earlymorning sun that covered his skin in waves, he found the kitchen and livingroom empty as well. He busied himself with making coffee, stretching himselfout as the coffee pot filled drip by drip.

Yesterday had been exhausting, leaving his muscles feelingstiff from sleeping so deeply after such a long day. Him and Richie had arrivedat the beach house well into the evening, after a day full of travelling.They’d ordered a mediocre pizza before passing out in uncomfortable positionsthat they’d seemingly held all night, if the rigidity in Mike’s limbs wasanything to go by.

Once the coffee was done, he poured himself a cup and madehis way towards the back door, having no doubt where he’d find Richie.

 Richie was a capital B beach bum. He got restless anytime hewas away from the water for too long. Something about the sand between his toesseemed to ground him, so when Mike had suggested that they get a summer beachhouse, it had earned him tons of gratitude from his excited partner.

This was the third year they’d spent their summer here sincebuying it, and Mike was used to Richie’s routine by now. Although usually a bedbug, Richie transformed into a morning bird every time they visited. He’d wakeup at the crack of dawn, as if the sun itself had reached down and shook himawake, and he’d be in the sand before he’d even grabbed breakfast. Thebeautiful thing about having a private beach was that Richie never had to worryabout looking unkempt, so he never bothered with looking presentable thosemornings.

As he’d expected, Mike spotted Richie wadding around in thewater, curly hair dripping over his shoulders and ivory chest reflecting thesun. Mike would have to grill him about wearing sunscreen later; also a routinethey’d fallen into each year.

Mike leaned against the door frame, holding his cup to hischest as he watched the goofy grin on his lover’s face expand, and then fall ashe got knocked over by a wave.

 Mike waited until he was done his coffee to actually bravethe salty air and scorching sand, wincing for a moment when the sun hit hisgolden eyes, until they adjusted to the brightness. He slid the patio doorclosed behind him and walked down the steps leading him to the beach.

It didn’t take long before Richie noticed him, grinreturning as he waved wildly over his head as if Mike might not be able to spotthe only other person in the vicinity. He smiled, returning the gesture, beforesettling down into one of the reclining beach chairs they’d set out.

Richie came traipsing out of the water, a little pep in hisstep from a morning in his happiest place. He was wearing something that Mikehad never seen before, and he had to hold himself back from laughing at thesight of a tight leopard print speedo barely covering Richie’s junk.

“Good mooooorning Mikey!” Richie greeted, plopping down intoMike’s lap without warning. Mike let out a little oof before settlinghis arms around Richie’s waist and pulling him close, complaininglightheartedly about Richie’s wet butt soaking his boxers in ocean water.

“What are you wearing?” Mike asked, cocking one eyebrow andsmirking down at the offending item.

“It’s a speedo!” Richie defended, snapping the waistline againsthis skin for emphasis.

“Since when do you wear speedos?”

“What, a man can’t look good for his boyfriend?” Richiewiggled in his spot, rubbing up against Mike very deliberately. Mike’s hold onRichie tightened warningly and Richie stopped moving.

“You always look good; I just didn’t know speedos were yourthing.”

“Well. Now they are.” Richie said decidedly. “Besides, youlike it, don’t lie.” Richie squirmed in Mike’s lap once again, causing Mike tostill his hands on his mischievous boyfriend’s hips.

“Are you trying to give me a boner on the beach?”Mike asked accusingly.

“Mmmmmmmaybe.” Richie looked up at Mike through thick blacklashes, batting them to feign innocence.

“At least let a man have breakfast first.”

“But I’ve been waiting for you all morning.” Richie moaned.

The spot in Mike’s heart that belonged to Richie thumped alittle louder, drowning out the common sense he was trying to hold on to. Therewas only so much he could do when Richie spoke to him with such desire anddepravity.

“All right, get that little ass inside then.” Mike crumbledeasily, slapping Richie’s ass playfully in a gesture to get him moving.

“Mmmm- too far.” Richie mumbled, beginning to nose at thecolumn of Mike’s neck.

Mike laughed a little incredulously, deciding to humorRichie for a moment.

“So, what, we’re just gonna give our neighbors a show?”

“They wouldn’t complain.” Richie teased, his light kissesturning into nips that had Mike’s blood pressure rising.

“Richie…” Mike warned, beginning to feel himself stir in hisboxers.

“Come on Mike, I didn’t get off at all yesterday.” Richiewhined, the sound, unfortunately, only adding to Mike’s growing problem.

“We were travelling-”

“If someone hadn’t objected to joining the mile-high club, Iwouldn’t be so riled up-”

“I didn’t want to start our vacation with us getting introuble-”

“We wouldn’t have gotten in trouble-”

“You’re getting yourself in a lot of trouble right now withthat mouth-”

“Oh, sorry for missing my boyfriend’s cock-”

“Fine.” Mike gripped the back of Richie’s neck, pulling himinches from his mouth, Mike’s lips ghosting his. “You want me to fuck you onthis beach, right out in the open where everyone can see what a desperate cockslut you are?”

Richie’s eyes were wide, shock written on his features. Heclearly wasn’t expecting Mike to give in so quickly, but quite honestly, Mikedidn’t have much fight in him when his dick was throbbing.

It took a slight jolt from Mike to remind Richie to answer,and then he was shaking his head eagerly.

“And what do you expect me to stretch you out with? Oceanwater?” Mike prodded, the slight condescension causing a flush to Richie’scheeks.

“No, I-”

“You have 30 seconds to get the lube or you have to stretchyourself out.” Mike deadpanned, the inklings of a smirk twitching at the cornerof his lip. Richie loved it when Mike got authoritative.

It didn’t take long before Richie was stumbling to his feet,trying to beat the traction of the sand as he ran towards their beach house.Mike counted in his head, listening intently for the sound of padding footstepsexiting the house again. When they finally did, Mike was up to 38 seconds, buthe chose to keep that to himself.

 He heard a tumbling and whirled his head around to see Richielosing his footing on the stairs, his body slipping horizontal as his hand heldon to the rail to keep him from fully falling. Mike noted the speedo, pulledhaphazardly around Richie’s knees, and guessed that the culprit of hisdownfall.

“Someone’s eager.” Mike noted, as Richie righted himself andtook the time to pull his speedo the rest of the way down, stepping out of itcarefully before resuming his sprint towards Mike.

Richie came to an ungraceful halt in front of Mike,thrusting the lube out with a triumphant smile, his breathing labored fromtrying to beat the clock.

Richie’s cock looked painfully hard, and Mike wondered ifgoing one day without fucking had always affected Richie this way, or if it wasjust since they’d gotten together. Mike’s ego would like to believe the latter.

“Alright, let’s get you satiated before some poor sap has tolook out their window only to be blinded by your pale ass.” Mike crooked hisfinger in a come-hither motion.

“They can admire my pale ass all they want, as longas you’re the one fucking it.” Richie responded without missing a beat,climbing back into Mike’s lap.

Mike laughed along with Richie, giggling into each other’smouths with a bliss that Mike only ever felt around the love of his life. Itwas a carefree laugh with no worries hiding behind closed doors or secrets hidingunder floorboards. They were as raw and open with each other as they possiblycould be, in a way that Mike hadn’t felt in any of his relationships outsidethe other Losers. He felt grateful that the world had allowed him to fall inlove with one of his best friends.

It only took a few minutes of kissing for Richie to getimpatient, tugging on Mike’s hand and trying to guide him where he wanted him.

“Please, Mike, just-” Richie panted against Mike’s lips, hisvoice breathy with need and cutting off midsentence.

“What, you want me to go in there dry after you went to allthe trouble to grab the lube?” Mike chuckled deeply, reminding Richie that hewas, in fact, holding the lube hostage in one tight-knuckled hand.

“Oh, fuck- yeah here.” Richie eagerly popped the cap on thebottle and squeezed about half its contents into Mike’s awaiting hand. It oozedthrough Mike’s fingers and down to his wrist as Mike’s shocked eyes flittedback and forth from the massacre in his hand to Richie’s face.

“Well jeez, think that’s enough, Rich?”

Richie made a noise deep in his throat that sounded bothneedy and apologetic all at once. As if he was sorry, but not really thatsorry.

With enough lube to drown a man, Mike had no problemslipping the first finger in. The others took a little more time, but withinminutes Mike had four of his fingers thrusting in and out of Richie, theexcessive lube making a lewd squelching noise that made Mike blush from top tobottom.

“Mikey, I can’t wait any longer, please-”

The switch from fingers to cock was effortless, Richie’sbody stretching to accommodate the intrusion like the well-trained boy he was.He slid down Mike’s length with a heady moan that crawled into Mike’s gut andignited the coil that was already pulling taut.

“I’ve got you.” Mike wrapped his arms around Richie’s waist,the action made easy by how tiny Richie was compared to him. Mike’s hand alonealmost engulfed Richie’s entire back, eclipsing the pale skin with dark umber.

Richie melted above him, his muscles relaxing under Mike’s holdand the familiar stretch of his hole.

 Over the years, they’d discovered that Richie took to dickthe way others took to chocolate, or ice cream; cock was his comfort food. WhenRichie was nestled around Mike was when he was happiest, and Mike sometimesforgot how stressed Richie could get without his fill. Their trip really hadtaken its toll on him.

“Is that better, baby?” Mike asked gently, rolling his hipsand elating at the content mewl he got in response.

“Mmm.” Richie hunched over slightly so he could set his headon Mike’s shoulder, kissing his neck lazily as he began bouncing shallowly inplace. Mike let his hands trail down the length of Richie’s back, settling onthe globes of his ass and squeezing hard enough to leave crescent moons in hiswake.

Richie responded with a slight increase to his thrusts, butnot enough to satisfy Mike’s pulsing need.

“Are you gonna pleasure yourself on my cock, or just playaround with it a little?” Mike teased, nudging Richie’s forehead with his chinso he was forced to look up and meet Mike’s wanting eyes.

Richie gazed at him through a shadow of lashes, innocenceand deviance battling behind his eyes. Mike could tell Richie was trying todecide which response he wanted to give; whether he wanted to comply, or tease.

Richie straightened back up, placing his hands on Mike’schest for stability as he peered down at him, decision made and determined.

Locking eyes with Mike, Richie tensed his thighs and raisedhimself up until just the crown of Mike’s head was settled against Richie’srim. Mike’s lungs seized up in anticipation, before Richie was baring down andpunching the air right out of him, along with a drawn-out groan.

“So good for me.” Mike crooned, watching as Richie repeatedthe motion again. “So beautiful like this.”

Mike’s hands moved to Richie’s thighs, surveying the fadingmarks he’d left there a few days ago. He pressed down on one, noticing how itblossomed around his finger and caused Richie to let out a little gasp.

“Wanna mark you up like this again.” Mike said absently.

“Please.” Richie begged wantonly.

If it was possible to get his mouth on those thighs andstill fuck into him, Mike would have done so in a heartbeat. But as it was, he wasnot a contortionist, so he settled for putting it on the list for later.

 They settled on a brisk but relaxed pace, letting themselvesenjoy the languid thrusts and the thrill that rushed under their skin each timethey remembered they were out in the open.

Mike ran his hands back up Richie’s body, taking his time totrace every curve and dip and crevice along the way. He payed extra attentionto Richie’s nipples, grinning when it caused Richie to arch his back furtherand turn his head towards the sky.

Once Richie was red chested and begging for release, alreadywound so tight even though they’d only been at it for a few minutes, Mike lethis hands trail the rest of the way towards their destination. Thick fingersthreaded through black hair, which reflected in shades of brown and bluedepending on how the sun chose to illuminate it. Richie’s hair was one of Mike’sfavorite parts of his appearance, though it was tough competition if he wasbeing honest. He loved everything about Richie, but there was something especiallyappealing about the way those soft curls would tighten around his fingers, caginghim in as if they had a life of their own and never wanted to let him go.

In response, Richie’s hands darted into Mike’s own hair,which had been grown out since their younger years, and was now pulled into abun atop his head. Mike had voluptuous curls of his own, but the sides and napeof his neck were all shorn, leaving the natural curls atop his head the main focalpoint. Richie had loved every hair style Mike had worn over the years, but thisone was by far his favorite, and he was vocal about it, too.

“God, you’re so sexy Mikey-” Richie breathed, eyes liddedand already looking fucked out of his mind. He absently pulled off the elasticthat held Mike’s hair in place, and dug his fingernails deep into his scalp,watching as the curls cascaded down to frame Mike’s face.

Mike pulled him in close, leaning their foreheads against oneanother, and settling his gaze where they were connected. He watched intentlyas Richie continued to grind up and down, slowly squeezing the life out of Mike’scock.

He couldn’t help but grind his hips, imagining himself stirringRichie’s insides around. And if Richie’s reaction was anything to go by, itprobably felt fairly similar. Moans were dripping out of his mouth like saliva,getting higher and higher pitched as Mike continued his ministrations.

Mike pistoned his hips up once, experimentally, and receiveda resounding response.

“Daddy! Daddy- fuck- oh my god-” Richie’s hipsslapped down to meet Mike’s next thrust, his cheeks now marked with tearstreaks that Mike wanted to lick off. Richie never looked as good as he didwhen he was wrecked like this.

Mike continued to fuck up into him, leaning in and kissingRichie’s forehead, his eyebrow, his temple. Their mouths intermingled as theyboth labored for breath and struggled to keep their pace.

“Fuck… look at you, princess.” Mike whispered against Richie’slips

Richie keened at the use of the nickname, his entire bodyseizing up as he crested over the edge. Mike continued to fuck him through his climax,his touch gentle but his thrusts rough.

Once Richie finally stopped spilling out onto Mike’sstomach, aftershocks mimicking the waves behind them, Mike hit his ownthreshold.

Richie was pliant as Mike fucked up into him. He knew Richiewas probably experiencing overstimulation, but he didn’t make a peep, lettingMike ride out his own orgasm for as long as he needed to.

 It was a long time before either of them moved again. The warmsun had a way of lulling them into even deeper of a post-coital bliss than usual.It wasn’t until a seagull squawked nearby that they were brought back to reality.

Mike stretched his arms up above his head, smiling down atRichie as he nuzzled further into Mike’s chest. By now he’d completely softenedinside Richie, and their stomachs were sticking together like someone hadpoured glue between them. He’d have to get them to a shower before Richie triedto prance back into the Ocean and claim it was ‘good enough’.

The seagull squawked again, sounding closer now and almost…human like. Now that Mike thought about it, it didn’t sound all that much likethe seagulls they were used to. He swivelled around as much as he could with anotherfull-grown man laying on his body and caught sight of the very-much-not-a-seagulltrampling towards them.

“Fuck! Richie, get up!” Mike scrambled to stand on his ownfeet, hissing slightly as he slipped out of Richie’s tight heat and suddenly feltmuch more exposed than he’d like.

“What’s going on- OH FUCK.” Richie stumbled backwards a few stepsbefore homing in on the fast approaching threat that had caused Mike’sreaction.

A few meters away, holding a sandal threateningly in herraised hand and a scowl on her face, was a woman who was speaking in spurts of Spanishand broken English. Richie had taken Spanish in high school, and although he didn’tremember much, he’d prided himself on learning every Spanish swear word therewas; and this woman seemed to know them all.

Richie panicked, turning around in a circle and searchingthe sand as if he could find a way to hide himself, maybe build a quick sandcastle and crown himself king. All may enter except this lady.

Mike, being the rational one as always, grabbed Richie’swrist before he started booking it back towards the beach house.

As they reached the steps, Richie realized they’d left theirlube behind, and high on adrenaline and panic, suddenly it seemed like the mostimportant possession he’d ever owned.

“THE LUBE!” Richie shouted to Mike, tearing his arm from Mike’sgrasp.

“Richie, leave it!” Mike shouted back, eyeing the woman whowas still storming towards them, now yelling words that he didn’t need to speakSpanish to understand.

“No one left behind, Michael!” Richie ran back towards thechair, slipping down on to his side and sliding along the ground like he’d seenBill do a million times in his baseball games. He felt the sand dig into his bareflesh and immediately regretted the decision, but he had no time to do anythingbut grab the bottle and run.

So, he did just that, kicking sand up behind him as he triedto move as quickly as possible. Ahead of him, Mike was holding the patio dooropen for him, anxiously ushering him forward as if it had the magic ability to makeRichie faster.

When he finally reached the stairs for the second time, Richiefelt something hard hit his back. He kept moving, his rapid heartbeat drowningout the yelling to the right of him.

He reached the top step, took a giant leap, and landedinside the beach house on wobbling feet. He turned back towards the door whichMike was sliding shut and locking into place, and he raised his hands in triumph.

Staring back at him from the bottom of their stairs, pickingup the sandal she’d thrown at Richie, was the middle-aged woman who had all butdamned them to hell. She was glowering in fury at the two younger men, the gripon her sandal strong enough to bend it nearly in half.

Richie lowered his arms, realizing it probably looked likehe was flashing her on purpose. He mouthed a guilty ‘sorry’ as Mike drew the blindsshut.

“Well… that was an experience.” Mike whispered, as if worriedthe angry woman might have superhuman hearing.

“Yeah, I’m gonna be digging sand out of my ass crack fordays.” Richie responded, turning and presenting his backside to Mike. The lube thatcoated his ass and upper thighs had acted as an adhesive for the sand he’drolled in, leaving him absolutely caked in it. At the sight, Mike couldn’t helpbut burst out laughing at the absurdity of the whole situation.

“Alright, let’s get you a shower.” He chuckled,side-stepping around his sandy boyfriend and only getting close enough to leavea peck against Richie’s forehead before was disappearing down the hall towardsthe bathroom.

Richie trailed after him, leaving a literaltrail of sand in his wake.

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Congratulations on your writing anniversary, Amelia ❤❤❤ Here's the prompt: 'You played a prank on me and now I'm going to play one on you except oops this accidentally got hot' sex for hanzier, pleaseee!!!

Hey! Thank you my dear!!! Here’s the Hnazier as requested (let’s ignore that its 2 months late)

Read here on AO3 

Rated M 

Word Count: 2091

Richie crouched behind the closet door, clamping his hand over his mouth to stop the rising giggle from escaping his mouth. This was his best prank yet, he decided. He couldn’t wait for Mike to walk in and fall on his bed, like he always did after practice. Only this time Richie had carefully placed a layer of whipped cream and syrup under Mike’s blanket (after covering the mattress with plastic, he was funny, not cruel). He knew as soon as Mike laid down he’d be covered in the sticky mess and couldn’t wait to see his reaction.

The pair had been in a prank war all year, ever since they decided to be roommates.  And it was escalating. It had been harmless stuff at first- saran wrap over the toilet, replacing oreo creme with toothpaste- but those soon got left behind as the pranks got more elaborate. Mike’s last prank had been setting all of Richie’s alarms and clocks ahead so that he woke up at 3am thinking he was late for a midterm. Richie had to admit that he was impressed by that one- once he had figured out why the building was locked and it was dark outside.

But this one was better. He bit down on his lip to stop sniggering as Mike entered the room, still sweaty from football practice. Then Richie started to have a different problem, especially as Mike pulled off his shirt, easily throwing it in the hamper. He forced himself not to stare as a the bead of sweat rolled down Mike’s neck and to his chest. When Richie was there Mike was rarely shirtless, which was probably a good thing for him. Richie had to bite back a very different noise as he stared at Mike’s broad back.

Richie had noticed that Mike was hot right away, there was no point in denying it and he didn’t try. Everyone talked about the sexy quarterback, Richie was just lucky enough to know that he was as warm and funny as he was attractive.

But the other feelings Richie had, the fact that he wanted to be railed by Mike AND hold his hand after, those Richie would deny until his dying day. He valued Mike’s friendship too much to fuck it up with sex, no matter how good his ass looked in those tight pants.

Shaking his head he focused again on Mike, watching as he lowered himself onto the bed. For a split second Richie thought that nothing was going to happen, that his prank had failed. But then Mike cried out as he sunk down, whipped cream and syrup oozing through his thin covers, fat dollops falling to the floor.

“Richie! What the fuck!” Mike cried, standing up and throwing the sheet onto the floor, revealing the mess.

Richie was cackling now, not trying to hold it back. Mike heard and walked to the closet, throwing open the door.

“Really man?” He said, gesturing to his back. It was covered in whipped cream and syrup. Richie was delighted.

“Hey you woke me up at in the middle of a REM cycle,” Richie said, throwing his hands up. But Mike wasn’t listening. Instead he was picking Richie up and throwing him down on the bed, getting him covered in the sticky sweet substance.

“I kinda like it here,” Richie said with a smirk. “It’s like dessert in bed.” He said, picking up a handful and licking it off his fingers. “Delicious.”

Mike grimaced, “That’s disgusting.” But Richie didn’t miss how his eyes grew darker.  Richie did it once more, making sure he hadn’t misread the expression. He swirled the finger in his mouth and Mike’s eyes stayed on him.

Refusing to think about his actions Richie darted a hand out, grabbing Mike’s wrist and pulling him on top of Richie and the mess.

“Fuck really?” Mike asked, looking down. His arms were covered now. “This is so gross. It’s on the floor. We’re gonna get ants.” His other arm was braced over Richie’s hip, holding himself up. Richie didn’t miss how the fingers curled on him, holding him protectively.

“We’ll name each on ant-ony and start a colony.” Richie replied with a shrug.

Mike rolled his eyes but Richie saw a smile creep on his lips. “If you’re so pleased with this-” Mike started then grabbed a handful of the substance, smearing it on Richie’s face. As he did he leaned over Richie, bringing himself closer.

Richie was surprised for only a second, then he retaliated, grabbing his own handful and aiming for Mike’s face too. Except he darted and Richie only hit his chest. Richie’s hand slid down it, too slow to be casual. He couldn’t see because his glasses were covered but he did hear the reaction. A small moan escaped Mike’s lips and Richie’s dick jumped to attention.

Both stopped, hesitating for a minute. Richie could hear the gears in Mike’s mind turning, trying to come up with an explanation or excuse. But Richie didn’t want that, he wanted Mike.

Fuck it, He thought, reaching up with his whipped cream covered hand and tugging Mike down. He kissed him hard, almost missing Mike’s mouth, then released him, letting Mike pull back if he wanted. But Mike didn’t move, instead he stayed with his lips pressed against Richie’s, his tongue prodding his lips. Richie parted them and their tongues danced, Richie’s tasting vaguely of the sweet mix and Mike’s slightly dry from practice.

Richie ran his hands down Mike’s back, covering him in more whipped cream but also feeling his muscles. He couldn’t stop touching Mike, not when he’d wanted to for so long, His hands were all over, feeling the bumps of mike’s spine, the tightness of his abs, the strength in his arms. He groaned into Mike’s mouth, unable to believe how real he felt, how good it felt to touch him.

Mike’s hands stayed firmly planted on the bed, keeping himself above Richie, not touching any other part of him until Richie found his neck again and tugged Mike down, forcing their chests and hips to collide. Both moaned and Richie arched his hips, seeking more friction, more contact. Mike ground down into him, their erections touching and Richie thought he might explode. It was too much and not enough.

Then Mike broke the kiss by pulling back. “We should talk about this.” He said, broad chest heaving slightly against Richie’s narrow one.

“I want you to fuck me.” Richie said, pulling off his glasses. He couldn’t make out all the details of Mike’s face but could see his shocked expression. “How’s that for talking?” He tried to kiss Mike’s neck but he moved back more.

“We’re roommates.”

“Good, no one will walk in on us.” Richie punctuated this with a roll of his hips. He felt Mike shudder at this.

“Richie,” Mike’s voice was warm but also firm. “We should talk. And shower.”

“Okay let’s go take a shower.” Richie agreed, know that no one else would be in there now. He arched up and started to kiss Mike’s neck. This time Mike didn’t move and Richie got to enjoy the salty taste of sweat mingled with the sweet whipped cream.

“Richie.” Despite Mike’s tone he hadn’t gotten up but he wasn’t making an effort to touch Richie. Richie should have known Mike would want to talk about it. He could barely sign up for classes without making a flowchart.

So Richie talked. “I’ve been checking you out all semester. I’ve ruined so many socks thinking about you inside me. I want this.”

“Even when you’re confessing your feelings you’re disgusting.” Mike said, smiling.

“I’m hoping you like that.” It was as close as he’d let himself get to being open and honest. Right now at least.

He watched Mike swallow. Then nod. “I do. I’ve-ruined socks too.”

Richie grinned, “Fucking hot. I can’t believe I missed that.” He kissed Mike again. “Now, that shower?”

“Let’s go.” Mike got off Richie then offered him a hand, pulling Richie up and into his arms. They kissed again, both smiling against the other’s lips and Mike grabbed two towels and soap before they walked the short trip to the showers, not bothering to try and keep their hands off each other. Richie was reaching for Mike’s shorts in the hall, wanting to touch the v of his hips. Mike had to grab his hand and suck on his fingers to get him to stop, which made Richie groan embarrassingly loudly. He didn’t care though. He wanted everyone to know he was with Mike.

Finally they were in the showers which were mercifully empty. Richie immediately went for Mike’s shorts, palming him.

“You’re impossible.” Mike said, his eyes falling shut as Richie touched him.

“Part of my charm.” He replied, pulling Mike into another kiss. “Let’s get clean.”

Mike nodded, letting Richie lead him to a stall and strip off his clothes. Richie’s eyes lingered, his hands sweeping over the arches and lines of Mike’s body as he finally let himself look and touch the other man as much as he desired. Mike was doing the same, hands roaming Richie’s chest and arms.

“Fuck, this is really happening.” Mike said, eyes raking over Richie’s hips then, lower.

“I hope so.” Richie said, pulling Mike under the water stream. He took the soap from Mike, lathering it up before running his hands over Mike’s chest and hips. He purposefully ignored Mike’s erection, his hands barely grazing it even as Mike moaned and angled his hips. Finally Mike took charge, pushing Richie against the wall and kissing him deeply, grinding their hips together.

“Were you serious?” Mike asked, running his nose over Richie’s neck and kissing him. “You want me to fuck you?”

Richie nodded, not trusting his voice. Mike growled, turning Richie so he was facing the wall. Mike’s hands ran over his back before grabbing his ass with both hands. Richie gasped as he felt Mike grind against him, his erection slipping between Richie’s cheeks.

“Good, because I’ve wanted that for so long.” Mike whispered in Richie’s ear, kissing along the column of his neck. Richie heard a pop then, soon after, felt a finger prod his hole. Mike must have grabbed lube too, without him noticing. He would never make fun of Mike’s planning again. He hissed as Mike’s finger slipped in, tensing for a second then relaxing as Mike opened him up. Mike continued to kiss Richie, telling him how good he looked, how much he liked the noises, until he had three fingers in and Richie was begging Mike to fuck him.

“Turn around. Want to see you.” Mike said, slipping his fingers out. Richie heard a condom ripping and Mike groaning as he rolled it on. Richie felt empty but only briefly. Once he turned Mike coaxed his legs over his hips then, sandwiching Richie between himself and the wall, slipped in, making both exclaim. Richie couldn’t decide what he liked more- having Mike hold him up or having Mike inside of him.

“Mike, god, I’m so full. Fuck, you fill me up so well.” Richie said, his head falling against the wall as both started to move. His hands gripped Mike’s face, pulling him in for another deep kiss. Richie let Mike set the pace, Richie couldn’t do much besides hang onto Mike. He knew he was too keyed up to last long- the way the water fell off Mike’s muscles, the steam from the shower, the way his erection kept rubbing against Mike’s stomach- it was all building. Mike’s hands were on his ass, spreading him as he slammed into him, grunts matching his thrusts.

It wasn’t long until Richie was touching himself, cumming messily over his stomach barely a minute later. Mike gave one more long thrust as he came, burying his head in Richie’s shoulder for a minute before putting Richie down.

“At least clean up is easy.” Richie said, kissing him again. Mike chuckled, kissing Richie lightly on the lips before running his hands over Richie’s arms.

“Does this mean the prank war is over?” Mike asked, pulling off the condom and tying it off.

Richie shook his head. “Never, now that I know it makes you all hot and bothered, I’m upping my game.”

Mike laughed. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Tag List: @studpuffin @jem-carstairs-is-perfection @its-stranger-than-you-think @beepbeepbitchard  @earthskills@chocolatemangoose @richardtoz @reddie-for-anything @aizeninlefox  @reddies-spaghetti  @noahschnapp   @constantreaderfool​ @oldguybones​ @inthebreadbinwrites​ ​  @mrs-vh​  @trashmouthtozierr​ @addimagination​ @maggie-nicole125​  @eds-spaghets​ @teazier​  @mars-14​​ @vanilluna​

#hanzier #smut #roommates!! #tinyarmedtwrites #jem-carstairs-is-perfection

[softest-cinnamon-roll]

Who are your favorite reddie bloggers and fic writers?

writers 

Leigh @s-s-georgie

Leigh is one of my favourite writers in the fandom, hands down. She has such a wide variety of fics, from soulmates to fluff, to horror. Her writing is so diverse and I can completely confirm that you will all love her fics! She also has an interactive fic which touches all corners of ships! She is also the queen of bottom Richie, so if you ever want to fill a bottom Richie need, she literally has a series called “Bottom Richie Extravaganza” so just head on over there and your needs will be fulfilled! She also doesn’t just write Reddie fics, she has got a whole series for Rarepairs which include; Stozier, Steddie, Hanzier, Stanlon, Bichie, Benverly, Stenbroughzier, Stenbrough and Streddie.

AO3 - leighwrites

Favourite Fic - Liberté

El @tozier-boy

El is my best friend and my first real friend in the fandom. She is such an amazing fic writer but an even more amazing artist. If you reach out to her, she will be open to commissions so if you’d like her to draw you something then just drop her a message! Her art is so unique and beautiful, and her interpretation of Richie is just…damn. In regards to her writing, she has written a few amazing Reddie fics and has even collabed with me on the Titanic Fic and Anastasia fic. I highly suggest you check out her stuff, she is a genius both with words and with art.

AO3: Enj0ltaiRe

Favourite Fic: This is where I leave you (sitting in a palace, covered in gold inside my head)

Art Tag | Ko-Fi

Monse @jem-carstairs-is-perfection

Oh my god, if you ever want to read nothing but reddie fluff, Monse is the person you want to go to. She is so talented with her interpretation of reddie and how beautiful their love is. Smut? Amazing. Fluff? Gorgeous. Angst? On point. She also has an amazing Harry Potter Au that was co-written with Amelia, that you definitely have to check out! She also doesn’t only write for Reddie but for; Bichie & Stanlon that you definitely have to check it out, you won’t regret it.

AO3: Mseg_21

Favourite Fic: one caramel macchiato, on me 

Allie @tozierking

Allie, the Queen of Smut, one of my favourite long time writers! She has written so many amazing fics for the reddie fandom that you absolutely just have to go and check them out. She has a fic called “to all the dicks that worked before” which is a friends with benefits fic that you all need to read. As I mentioned before, Allie’s smut is literally the best thing you’ll ever read so please, please go check out her blog and her writing!

AO3: morganlights

Favourite Fic: relationship status: dumbass 

Ashley @richietoizer

Ugh, Ashley. Ashbot. Another one of my all time favourite writers in this fandom because most of her fics feel really realistic. They have the perfect balance between romance, smut and angst that it is just…perfect. Her sitcom style fic is just, ugh, the best thing I have ever read in my life. It’s called Semi Charmed Life and it’s…yeah. It’s a definite must read. She is also the writer of the runaway reddie fic series…which is one of my all time favourite AUs, just saying! 

AO3: ashleygail

Favourite Fic: No You Can’t Fence Time, And You Can’t Stop Love 

Amelia @tinyarmedtrex

Amelia is an author who has literally written almost every type of AU out there, and all of them are amazing. From Reddie to Stanlon (and even some non IT Fandom pairings) she is exceptionally talented. Some of her fics that you definitely need to check out include; Cruise Control, Rattle the Stars and The App. She also writes for Stanlon (her favourite couple let’s be honest), Stenbrough, Stozier and Benverly. Also, her favourite trope is fake relationship so if that is your trope then you’ve come to the right place!

AO3: tinyarmedtrex

Favourite Fic: Operation: Hawaii Honeymoon 

Diana @thundercatseddie

Diana is a new writer to the fandom, but don’t let that detter you as she has written so many amazing fluffy reddie prompts that will rot your teeth! She is a great writer that will make you smile and cry at the same time. She has also written a bottom Richie fic, which is so damn hot so please check it out! I was also one of the first people to follow her and send her a prompt that resulted in the cute fic “Coffee Shop Angel” so go read that!

AO3: dianawritesfic

Favourite Fic: Make It Up To You

Meg @that-weird-girls-blog

Meg (previously @mrs-vh) is such a talented writer and you should all go and follow her new blog that she made! ^^. Not only does she write some beautiful reddie fics, but she has also written a lot of Stanlon that you definitely need to check out if you like those soft boys. Her mermaid Eddie fic is beautiful and you should all give it a read, as well as her fake boyfriend Stanlon fic!

AO3: mrs_vh

Favourite Fic: The One Where He Is A Dog Walker 

Ruve @eduardoandale

Ruve! My cute beautiful amazing Australian love! She is such a cute, lovely amazing person who deserves so much love from everyone so please go follow her, you won’t regret it! She hasn’t written a lot of fics, but the ones that she has as cute and sweet and just…damn yeah. So adorable. She is also such an amazing friend so yeah, she is just so funny and cute.

AO3: Ruve

Favourite Fic: Resolution

Emily @reddie-for-anything

Emily was one of the first writers that I discovered in the fandom, and since then her fics have only just gotten better! Her use of description in the fic is just, wow, so amazing and it really puts you in the scene. She is also a writer who writes for other pairs other than Reddie. Stozier, Stanlon, Kaspbrough, Benverly. You have loads to choose from! Her Baseball Eddie fic is amazing as well as her fic “Sex sent me to the ER”. Go check out her fics!

AO3: the_lazy_eye

Favourite Fic: Pastel Sprinkles 

McKenna @oldguybones

Okay, where to start with McKenna? She is so amazing and her works never fail to disappoint me. If you like cute fluffy fics, as well as fics with a sprinkle of angst? McKenna is your woman. I can’t say that I have read a fic by her that I haven’t loved with my whole soul, so you certainly won’t be disappointed with what you find when you check out her blog and her fics. She is also a writer who writes for Benverly, Stozier and Stanlon, which is always a bonus in my eyes!

AO3: Oldguybones

Favourite Fic: On The Air

Xander @xandertheundead

One of the first ever fics I read from Xander was her little drabbles about Richie being an artist and falling in love with the mysterious EFK. That fic is so intriguing you must definitely have to check it out. She has a perfect mix of fluff and angst, which is an almost equal balance. She also has a damn amazing Superhero AU called “Unconditional” that you absolutely must check out!

AO3: Xander_The_Undead

Favourite Fic: Color You Mine 

Sorch @queen-sock

Sorch has written some beautiful, sweet fics that would just melt my heart. The 14:23 from FL to ME? Gorgeous! She also has written some amazing smut fics, so you should definitely check out that fic also. There is a whole treasure trove of fics there that you all need to check out!

AO3: thefutureisbright

Favourite Fic: Sugar, Honey, Honey 

Sara @richietoaster

Sara, once again one of the first writers I came across in the fandom when I joined two years ago. All of her fics just make me smile, as they are all so fluffy and happy. Her smut is also on point, but it is also like…romantic at the same time? Just, please go read her stuff, she is amazing. Her ‘Best of Me’ fic? Gorgeous. I love her a whole lot so yeah, go check her out!

AO3: richietoaster

Favourite Fic: Steady Feet, Don’t Fail Me Now

artists

Gwen @caliceal

Oh my god, this art is just, some of my all time favourite art that I have ever seen in my entire existence. Each update brings a smile to my face and it is even better than the last. She deserves so much recognition for their work so please, go follow them and like and reblog their work because it is really, really just perfect!  Not sure if she has a Ko-fi or does commissions but if you ask I’m sure you’ll get a reply.

Madi @madi-artist​

Madi! A new friend I have made in the recent months and her art is stunning! I can’t really describe my feelings when I see the art by Madi as it always just, makes me smile like a crazy person. If you don’t follow her, please go and follow her now and search through her art tag! It’ll make you smile, I promise! She also does accept commissions, but unsure of the completion timeline. Just pop her a message if you’re interested!

Holly @violetreddie​

Holly is also another new friend I have made recently and she is so kind and sweet, I love her so much. She is an artist and her work is just beautiful. The style and the detail that goes into each one of her drawings just amazes me. So please, go give her the recognition she deserves! Not sure if she has a Ko-fi or does commissions but if you ask I’m sure you’ll get a reply.

Lili @liliemm

Lili! Damn, Lili is such a talented and sweet human being. She is so helpful and sweet and her art? Damn her art is well…a work of art! Her version of Eddie is just so cute and beautiful, so much detail is put in and she even filled a commission for me for one of my fics, so you should definitely go follow her for her amazing work! You won’t regret it!

Ko-Fi

@slashpalooza

To be honest, Slash is one of the best artists for fanart I have ever seen in my life, and this is before I even get to the brilliance that is the reddie-fancomic. If you haven’t read it, please go check it out, as it is so brilliantly done. I won’t give away any spoilers, so please just go and check it out. If you guys also want to see uncensored chapters to the fancomic, sign up to be a patreon for her! I’ll link it below!

Patreon || Ko-Fi

Michelle @ayyyymichele

Ahh, Michele’s work is like, the cutest damn thing you’ll ever see! She is also the runner of the ask-eddiekasp blog, which is literally a blog filled with amazing art by this lovely human being, done in the form of an ask blog. Seriously, go and check it out, it is just so damn cute and ugh, I am just smiling writing all of this. Not sure if she has a Ko-fi or does commissions but if you ask I’m sure you’ll get a reply.

A/N: This fandom is just full to the brim with so many amazing writers, artists, moodboard makers, playlist creators, you name it the fandom has it. Sometimes we need to just take a step back and appreciate the content that these amazing people create for us. Please take the time to go and follow everyone on this rec list, as they really do provide us with the content we love and treasure and help keep the fandom alive. That’s all I really have to say, this was pretty long winded so I’ll cap it off here. Thank you for listening to my rambling :D

#reddie #fic rec #fanart

[grapesodatozier]

okay i know you aren't taking fic requests rn but when you ARE maybe a hanzier propsal fic please? just some soft fluffy shot cause the hanzier tag is basically always empty. also smut somewhere in there ic you're feeling generous hehe

this genuinely too forever omg, sorry about that!! but i hope you like it!! this is my first time ever writing hanzier and i had sm fun with it, thank you for the request!!

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read on ao3 or below!!

notsfw under the cut

The moment Mike decided to propose, he knew he was going all out. People like Richie didn’t come around very often, and neither did a love like theirs. Richie was his best friend and the love of his life - Mike was gonna do this right.

The night started with dinner and seeing their favorite comedian perform. (Although Richie was quick to protest that he was only Richie’s favorite, as, “I’m your favorite comedian, Mikey!”). By the time they were sitting outside eating ice cream together, Richie was resting his head on Mike’s shoulder and smiling up at him. “Tonight’s been amazing. You sure know how to treat a lady, Mr. Hanlon.”

Mike smiled and pressed a kiss to his boyfriend’s dark curls. “Night’s still young.”

Richie pulled back and narrowed his eyes at Mike, a mischievous smile curling his lips. “Did you have something in mind, Michael?”

Mike shrugged in feigned nonchalance. “You’ll see.”

A minute later an Uber picked them up, and Mike could see Richie bouncing with excitement; he loved a surprise. As they wound through the New York City streets, Mike admired the way the lights glinted off Richie’s glasses, shined in his eyes, made his hair glow softly with a palette of neon colors. Mike thanked the driver and took Richie’s hand as they arrived at their destination. 

“You just can’t stay away from work, can you?” Richie teased as he sized up the museum - the American Museum of Natural History, to be specific. Mike worked there as an archivist, and he knew how much Richie loved seeing all of the exhibits, especially the dinosaurs. He had at least three dinosaur plush toys that Mike had bought for him, and he treasured them all dearly. Also, he was a big Night at the Museum fan.

Mike chuckled. “I may have talked the night watch into letting me bring you on an after hours tour.” Richie’s eyes widened adorably. Mike couldn’t help but pull him in by the waist and kiss his nose. “So,” he said as he began leading Richie forward, “what do you want to see first?”

“Oh, you know I wanna see the dinosaurs without all those kids hogging up all the space.” Mike barked out a laugh as he held the door for Richie.

“Yeah, because a six-foot-four man can’t see over a couple of children.”

“They come in droves and you know it!”

The two walked around the exhibit hand in hand, their footsteps echoing through the empty, cavernous halls as they travelled from blurb to picture to blurb. The lights were on, but it was still surreal without the hustle and bustle. “I feel like it’s gonna come alive and chase us,” Richie remarked as they stood under the t-rex skeleton.

“I’ll protect you if it does.” Mike pressed a few kisses to Richie’s cheek, pulling him into his arms.

Richie hummed and pulled Mike in for a kiss, their lips moving sweetly together. “The benefits of dating a beefcake.”

Mike chuckled again and pulled Richie along. “Come on, there’s something this beefcake wants you to see.”

“God, there’s more?” Richie balked. “Is it strippers? Is it strippers dressed like Teddy Roosevelt? Is it an erotic but heartfelt dance between two men dressed like the Roman and the cowboy from the movie?”

Mike shook his head at his boyfriend, a smirk on his lips. “No, but keep guessing, you’re giving me good ideas for next time.” Richie was happy to provide him more content, his guesses becoming raunchier and more ridiculous as they went. The two were nearly doubled over with laughter by the time they made it to the real surprise. Mike took advantage of how distracted Richie was to pull him past the heavy doors into the darkened room.

“Okay, now this is spooky,” Richie joked as the door closed, leaving them in darkness. Mike slipped his hand out of Richie’s, dropping to one knee and reaching inside his pocket as silently as possible. “Mike?” As soon as his name left Richie’s lips, the projector came to life, spattering the ceiling with stars that illuminated the room. Richie cursed in awe under his breath. His eyes were too preoccupied with the galaxies and planets above him to notice Mike kneeling in front of him, but Mike let him take it all in first; as much as Richie loved dinosaurs, Mike knew he could lie for hours looking at the planetarium display. Mike watched the smile spread across his face, his heart exploding. Finally, Richie looked for Mike, and the surprise on his face when he found him with a little box in his hand was precious. “Oh shit,” he muttered, that smile still lighting up is face as his eyes went wide.

“Rich, you’re my best friend,” Mike started.

“And you’re mine,” Richie breathed dreamily, his hand to his chest.

“Rich,” Mike chuckled pointedly.

“Right, shutting up now, sorry.”

Mike beamed up at him before continuing. “You’re my best friend, and the love of my life. And everything that happens from now on, I want to happen with you. You always make me smile, you make sure I laugh every day, even when I don’t think I can. I wanna make you laugh every day for the rest of our lives. I don’t want to go a day without seeing that smile.” Mike smiled slyly and glanced up at the display on the ceiling before saying, “You’re my sun, my moon, and all my stars.” Richie chuckled, his voice breathy and eyes glistening. “So, Richie Tozier, light of my life, will you marry me?”

Richie was on his knees kissing Mike almost before he even got the question out. “Hell yeah I’ll fucking marry you,” he murmured against Mike’s smiling lips. “I’m gonna marry the shit out of you, Michael Hanlon. Gonna let you make an honest man out of me.”

“Can you let me get this ring on your finger first?” Mike giggled.

“Ooh, right, the bling! Lay it on me, baby.” He held out his hand dramatically, but he was attacking Mike’s neck with kisses before he even began sliding the ring on. He finally managed to get it secured on his finger before pocketing the box and bringing Richie’s knuckles to his lips. They both took a moment to admire the way it looked before meeting each other’s eye with matching smiles. “I love you,” Richie said softly.

Mike’s heart bloomed with warmth. “I love you, too. So, so much.” They were both smiling as their lips met again, kissing each other slowly, purposefully. Mike would never get tired of the way their lips moved together, or the way Richie impatiently nipped at Mike’s lower lip. Mike gently laid his fiance on the floor. Richie moaned appreciatively as Mike deepened the kiss, making Mike groan in turn; as much fun as it was to tease him, Richie made the prettiest noises when he got what he wanted. “Good boy,” Mike murmured lowly when Richie spread his legs for him. He smirked at the whine Richie let out when Mike rolled his hips down against his.

“You gonna fuck me in a planetarium?” His voice was breathy and amused, his eyes glinting with excitement. His shiny, kiss-pink lips were too tempting, and Mike just had to kiss them, humming in response.

“You want that, baby?” Mike asked. He wound his fingers into Richie’s hair.

“Fuck, please,” Richie whimpered, his voice high as Mike tugged playfully on his curls.

Mike kissed Richie deeply once more before guiding him to sit up and helping him get his clothes off. “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” Mike sighed reverently, kissing over Richie’s exposed skin. He grinned and nuzzled his face affectionately into Richie’s neck. “I’ve got the most gorgeous fiance in the world.”

“I like the sound of that.” Richie grinned as he placed his lips against Mike’s. Mike sat back and stripped himself, chuckling at the hungry way Richie watched him, lounging on the floor. Mike imagined he had a similar look on his face as he took in Richie’s body, his torso and limbs and his half hard cock, all on display for him. It had warmth spreading through his entire body, pulling him like a magnet to Richie. He ran his hands over Richie’s thighs for a moment, taking a second to pause and admire the view.“Kinda romantic, making love under the stars,” Richie mused as Mike retrieved a condom and a packet of lube from his pockets. 

“Well I did just propose to you, so yeah, romance was kind of the goal,” Mike winked.

“Damn, and people think I’m the smartass.” Mike shook his head and brought his lips to Richie’s again. He began kissing over his jaw, taking his time as he ran his fingertips over Richie’s skin. Despite the banter, there was an electricity in the air, one that ignited so easily between the two of them. Simultaneously, Mike sucked on Richie’s weak spot along his neck and brushed his fingertips over the head of Richie’s now fully hard cock. Richie gasped and grabbed Mike’s shoulders. “Wait,” he panted. Mike pulled back and caressed his face. “People can’t… you know… hear us, can they?”

Mike smirked slowly. “What’s wrong, baby? You don’t think you can keep quiet?” 

“You know I can’t.” Richie bit his lip and lowered his eyes. It would never stop surprising Mike how bashful such a boisterous person could get, but he loved it all the same, loved seeing him melt and blush beneath him.

“God, I can’t wait to hear you.” Mike kissed down his neck and ran his hands over his thighs, loving the way he squirmed. “You’re so beautiful. Gonna open you up now, okay? Make sure you’re nice and ready for me, wanna make it so good for you, baby.” He kissed down Richie’s chest, smirking to himself as he whined.

“Please no, you fucked me like six hours ago, I’m ready.”

“I don’t wanna hurt you, baby.” Which was true, but he was also definitely doing it to hear Richie beg. But also to treat him, to show him how much he loved him and how lucky Mike was to have him. He sat back and covered his fingers in lube, spreading it around until it was warm. Then he lay between Richie’s open legs and began pressing deep kisses to the inside of his thighs as he circled his fingers around Richie’s entrance. It already had Richie squirming, begging for more.

“Please,” he whined. “Please, baby, want you so bad.” Mike smirked against Richie’s skin and slowly pressed one of his fingers in. It slid in with ease, and Mike smoothly pumped in and out of him while he left marks all over his thighs. He took his time, making sure to curve his finger just right to have Richie panting. Soon enough he began rocking his hips. “Mikey, please, please give me more, I can take it.”

Mike looked up at him, pleased to find his cheeks and chest already flushed pink. He smiled sweetly at him before pressing a few more kisses to his thighs. He sat up a bit then and licked a teasing stripe up Richie’s cock before kissing up his stomach. The gasp and subsequent groan Richie let out had Mike chuckling against his collarbones. He brought his lips to Richie’s as he slid a second finger inside of him. He really did seem to be ready, but Mike was enjoying drawing it out. As he pulled back to admire the view of Richie spread out beneath him, he was honestly impressed with himself for not sliding into him right then and there. He indulged Richie, who was whining and squirming for more, with a third finger. This one went it with a bit less ease than the first two, but it had Richie sighing in a way that had Mike throbbing. “Yes,” Richie moaned. “Fuck, feels so good. Can’t wait for your cock, baby, please.” 

Mike kissed along Richie’s throat. “Just a little bit longer, baby. Gonna fill you up so good, I promise, gonna make it so good for you.”

“I love you.” Richie nuzzled his face into Mike’s, making him chuckle. His chest felt so warm, so full; Richie always made him so happy.

“I love you, too, honey,” he cooed before pressing his lips to Richie’s. He thrust in and out of him, savoring the way he clenched and loosened around his fingers. He slid in just so, just enough and at just the right angle that made Richie’s head fall back. Mike smiled to himself; this was one of his favorite things, watching Richie give into the ecstasy Mike made him feel. He massaged that sensitive spot slowly but deeply, making his fiance make the prettiest sounds. He admired the sharp angle of his jaw, the long column of his neck, the mess of curls splayed around his head. Richie was so beautiful, and Mike almost couldn’t believe how lucky he was to know that he got to make Richie feel like this for the rest of his life.

Richie ran his hands up to Mike’s shoulders then, holding on. And when he looked up, his blue eyes were hooded, his pupils blown wide and starry. “Mikey,” he moaned, “please, need you.” 

Mike kissed him deeply, languidly, taking his time, then pulled back with a whispered, “I’ve got you.” As he sat back to tear open the condom and roll it on, Richie kept his hands on him, his fingertips grazing over Mike’s skin. It made Mike absolutely glow, the way Richie longed to keep touching him, to be connected. Mike always wanted to be connected to him. He spread a generous amount of lube over his cock and lined himself up with Richie. With a nod from Richie, he began pressing in, slowly, watching every expression that danced across Richie’s face. He looked so pretty with his brow furrowed, his lips open in a small o shape, and the way he looked up at Mike and reach for him had him dizzy with love. Mike took his hand and kissed his palm, his wrist, his fingertips. And as he bottomed out, he intertwined their fingers, letting Richie hold onto him. 

“Baby,” Richie moaned, his voice like honey. “Please.” Mike pressed one last kiss to Richie’s knuckles before pulling his hips back and slowly pushing them forward again. Richie felt amazing around him; he loved how intimate this was, how he could feel every movement Richie made, hear every sound that fell from his lips. “Yes,” Richie encouraged, “fuck, so good.” His eyes were glassy and full of love as he met Mike’s gaze and told him, “You are the most beautiful person in the world.” With a smile, he added, “How’d I get the hottest fucking guy to propose to me?”

“I don’t know,” Mike grinned, “how’d I get the most amazing person in the world to say yes?” He rocked his hips, making Richie moan.

“Fuck, that, that’s how.” He smiled playfully. “That cock could get me to do anything.”

Mike chuckled and pressed his lips to Richie’s, rolling his hips slowly. He swallowed Richie’s low moans as he pressed into him, as deep as he could. Richie’s hands roamed over his skin, lighting a trail of fire in their wake. Mike ran his fingers through Richie’s hair. There was an energy flowing through both of them, steady, thrumming, in tune. Mike picked up the pace of his thrusts, pleasure washing over both of them. “Fuck, that feels so fucking good,” Richie panted. “You make me feel so good, take such good care of me.”

Mike buried his face in Richie’s neck, skin warm and buzzing with joy and adoration. “Nothing makes me happier than you do,” he professed into Richie’s skin, following his words with kisses.

“God, I love you.” Richie’s voice was already sounding wrecked as he began rolling his hips into Mike’s. Mike changed the angle a bit, began thrusting harder. It had Richie crying out and clinging to him. It was the most amazing feeling in the world, and a reminder that he never wanted to let Richie go. He kept at it, the pleasure building, warm and throbbing, wrapping around them. All the stars and planets surrounding them, and Richie was the only thing Mike wanted to look at. Richie always shined. Mike loved that about him, loved how they brought out one another’s glow, how it felt like they were the only two people in the world when they were together. He was especially glowing now, his skin going dewy under the lights, a soft smile on his lips. He pulled Mike down against him with a moan of his name. Mike kissed Richie’s hair, his shoulder, wherever he could, chasing down that pleasure. Richie bit down on Mike’s shoulder as his moans turned to shouts, muffling his cries. With Mike pressed against him, Richie could slide his cock between their stomachs, and soon both of them were slick with his precome. Mike loved it, loved being inside of Richie and having Richie all over him, all of his limbs wrapped around Mike, his teeth sinking into his skin. “Mike, baby, it’s so good.” Richie whined. “Getting close, fuck.”

“I’ve got you,” Mike assured him with a kiss to the corner of his jaw. “You can let go, baby, I’m here.” He could feel that his own release was coming soon, building and building inside of him. “I’m with you.”

“God, please fill me up, please.” 

And that was all it took, those words in Richie’s voice, to send Mike over the edge. He buried his face in Richie’s hair as he came, the feeling of Richie clenching around him making him tremble from the intensity. Richie held Mike tight and cried out as he finished a moment later, covering them both with his come. Mike loved it. As soon as he caught his breath, his lips were all over Richie, his hands soothing over his sides before he gently, slowly pulled out and tied off the condom.

“Fuck,” Richie chuckled breathlessly. “That was amazing… but uh, how are the maintenance guys gonna feel about cleaning my come off the carpet?”

Mike gave Richie a wicked smile before dipping his head down and kissing down Richie’s chest. He took his time licking Richie clean, savoring it, savoring the feeling of Richie’s eyes on him. Then, once Richie was clean, he swiped his fingers through the bit of come on his own stomach and sucked those clean as well. 

“God damn, I hit the fucking jackpot,” Richie whispered in awe. “I’m trying to think of a ‘blast off’ pun, but you just blew my mind.”

Mike giggled and snuggled into him, kissing his cheek. Then, he murmured in his ear, “You’re out of this world.”

Richie looked at him with wide eyes. “Marry me?”

They were both still giggling as their lips met.

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#hanzier #notsfw

[kennacrab23]

hanzier and 11

Some (semi) public sex with Hanizer and a side of Ben ;) Smut ahead!

Mike wasn’t sure how he ended up in this position. Well, he knew how they physically ended up in this position, him spooning Richie which quickly became Richie grinding his hips back oh so intentionally against Mike’s. Richie knew what he had been doing, as he always did. Pretty soon, Mike was gripping his hip and encouraging his actions. The thrill of being caught ran deep through both of them, perhaps it was part of what spurred them on.

They were out camping with the rest of the losers, celebrating a long, strenuous journey at college which they had now completed and they intended to make the most of the few shorts weeks they had before they all went different directions in their adult lives. The name of the game was to relax and let off some steam and there was nothing more relaxing for Mike than being buried inside his long-term boyfriend. 

He thought it had been mildly presumptuous of Richie to pack lube in their joined bag, because this trip wasn’t about the two of them, it was about the group as a whole and surely they wouldn’t have enough time to fool around. But now, as he shoved Richie’s pajama pants down to bunch around his thighs, he couldn’t be more grateful that it was there. 

He kissed all across Richie’s freckled shoulders, attaching his lips to the juncture between his neck and shoulder. When he started sucking and biting at the skin there, he had to curl his arm that rested beneath Richie’s head up to cover his mouth. Especially considering the three lube coated fingers he had pumping slowly in and out of him. Everyone who had known Richie longer than a few minutes knew how much animated he was, but only he knew how that didn’t end at the bedroom door. Richie was just as animated, if not more so, in the bedroom. Or in this case, the semi publicity of the woods in front of all their sleeping friends. 

“Gotta say quiet, my little lamb,” Mike said, with the edge of a smirk to his voice. “Don’t want anyone waking up and seeing you get wrecked.”

Richie moaned shamelessly, though the sound was heavily muffled. Richie shoved his hips back against Mike’s fingers, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he felt them brush fleetingly against his prostate. Behind Mike’s hand, he whimpered, in a desperate way he hoped conveyed his neediness for the real deal. 

Mike soothed him with a gentle, reassuring shhh, as he grabbed the lube again and coated himself with a thick layer. He squirted another small dollop over Richie’s hole, groaning softly himself as he brushed over it with the head of his cock. A melodious chuckle escaped his lips at yet another muffled moan sounding from his boyfriend. 

“Okay, okay, hold your horses,” he teased gently, pressing forward until he began to slowly slip into Richie. Whimpering softly, Richie rested his head as far back against Mike as he could, moving to get as close to him as humanly possible. Mike leaned his head forward to rest against Richie’s shoulder, rolling his hips forward rhythmically. 

While he knew it was helping decrease the volume, he knew his hand over Richie’s mouth wasn’t actually silencing his sounds. So periodically, as he continued to thrust into Richie (which elicited cry after cry pleasure from him), he peeked up towards the rest of the group, to make sure they were all still sleeping. It must’ve been the third or fourth time he did this (because Richie was getting pretty whiney and squirmy, which was usually a sign that he was getting close) when he noticed someone staring back at him from across the camp. Ben.

His rhythm faltered at first and then as he continued to hold Ben’s astonished gaze, it came to a stop completely, causing Richie to immediately protest and look back at Mike with a frown. He followed Mike’s unwavering gaze to Ben’s. His chest were bright red; he looked like a deer caught in the headlights, but he had a hand pressed to his crotch, not in a perverted way though, simply as if he was trying to hide his growing erection. 

For a moment, no one moved. They just continued to stare at each other, a multitude of sexual energy passing between them. Mike leaned down to kiss in Richie’s ear, a quick check in; Richie bit his lip and nodded his permission. With a grin (and both of their gazes still focused on Ben), Mike began to roll his hips forward again and in no time, he built up the same rhythm as before. 

It was obvious, even from across the camp, that Ben was restraining himself, trying not to touch himself, but still pressing a firm hand to the bulge. Richie gave him an encouraging nod and the look of desire in his eyes spoke plenty of permission. Mike pumped his cock repeatedly into Richie, earning him moan after moan. Both of their gazes remained fixed on Ben still, but now specifically on the way his hand wrapped around his hard cock, pj pants bunched down beneath his balls. It started out languid and unrushed, but the urgency quickly grew, as did the snap of Mike’s hips against Richie’s, the soft sound echoing through the trees. 

Mike reached over to wrap his hand around Richie’s dick, stroking him eagerly. He placed his hand over Richie’s mouth again, because he knew it would be loud when he came, which happened with a few more well placed thrusts and a simple swipe of his thumb over the head of his cock. As he came down from his high, Mike’s hand dropped away from his face, revealing his lips to be parted in shocked arousal. He let out the softest gasp as Mike emptied inside of him, his eyes still watching Ben. Moments later, silently, Ben came, his gaze flickering back and forth between the two of them. 

Surely, this would warrant a conversation at a later time. But for now, the three of them cleaned themselves up the best they could and fell back asleep under the clear night sky full of stars. 

#Hanizer #My Work #Prompt Filled #Smut #tinyarmedtrex

[thelazyeye]

Mike slaps his hand down onto his crush's shoulder mouth dry eyes he took a deep breath "heyyyy" he was trying for a deep voice but there was a squeak. Richie looked at him blinking "uh what is happening right now?"

I got this ask a month ago and I just...................

Hanzier. Fuck I love Hanzier. I didn’t even know HOW MUCH until I wrote endless smut for them

#hanzier #Anonymous #Em Answers

[letterstothelosers]

ooc: IM IN A ROLEPLAY GC AND IM RICHIE AND WE ARE DOING SMUT ROLEPLAY AND OMGSNASNA. WE ARE DOING FUCKIG HANZIER I MAY DIE

Is that the ship name for me and Mike?? YOWZA.

- Richie

[eddieeatsass]

ok but like a hanzier propsal fic please? i just need one in my life and im really going down cause i can't find any. ( also smut in it if you're feeling generous hehe )

I’m sorry it took longer than expected to get this to you, life got in the way! But I had so much fun writing this, thank you for the prompt.

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Richie and Mike were an anomaly. A peculiar match that shocked everyone as much as it shocked them themselves. They moved as a unit, despite being so vastly different in all other capacities. Their love is what stitched them together, made them immovable, a constant in everyone’s lives.

They’d gotten together at an early age, the pull between them impossible to ignore. While the rest of the Losers were exploring their hearts, Mike and Richie spent their nights curled up together in the fields at Mike’s farm, watching the stars and making wishes on the ones that shot by.

So, it wasn’t a surprise to anyone when they got engaged. Everyone has seen it coming from a mile away. At 25, the pair had been together for nearly 9 years, a decade approaching at light speed to wrap up their adoration for each other in a pretty little bow.

They’d been talking about marriage since they were teenagers, young and naive to the realities of the world outside of high school. They’d thought they could get hitched as soon as they were out of school, settle down in a big house with three dogs, and call it a day. Unfortunately, life had other plans. Finances and secondary education snuck up on them quickly, pulling the wool off their eyes and exposing sensitive nerves to adult life. They adapted, but not without having to make some adjustments to their original plan. A big house became a small off-campus apartment, which they had to share with Stan and Bill just to make rent. Three dogs became one goldfish, which Richie adamantly insisted they name “Spot”. And getting married got put on the back burner, a dream for another time. A time when they weren’t buried in student loans, homework, and minimum wage jobs.

While it wasn’t a surprise to anyone that they got engaged, how they got engaged was a story in itself.

Mike had always been the level-headed part of the twosome, balancing out Richie’s grand imagination and impulsive nature. So, when he decided he wanted to propose, he had to start thinking like his boyfriend. A proposal to Richie couldn’t simply be “level-headed”, it had to match how wild and loud and full of life he was. Mike had mulled over ideas for weeks until he finally admitted he needed to recruit some help, so he went to the only other person who knew Richie as well as he did: Beverly Marsh.

Beverly was, of course, ecstatic to hear that Mike planned on proposing. But she also wasn’t shy to tell him how much his ideas sucked. A walk along the beach, a boat ride, a nature walk; they were all sweet gestures, but they weren’t as memorable as Mike wanted them to be.

Finally, after another week of discreetly texting one another, Beverly and Mike came up with a plan, and a month later he was putting it into action.

It was the 10th of July, the day that Richie had officially asked Mike to be his boyfriend all those years ago. Mike planned a weekend trip for them to visit Derry, catch up with their parents and see how much the town had changed since they’d left. Neither of them had enjoyed living there when they’d been kids but going back had a nostalgic draw that made it seem sentimental. It hadn’t been all bad; long days freckling under the sun at the Quarry, making Eddie squirm as they trudged through the mucky waters of the Barrens, muffled giggles into old books as they tried to hide from Ms. Sally’s shushing at the town’s library. And of course, it’s where they met each other. Where they fell in love.

They’d spent the earlier part of the day at the Tozier residence, visiting with Maggie and Went over brunch. Now, they were at the tail-end of dinner with the Hanlons. Will and Jessica were clearing the table when Jessica spoke up.

“Do you two have somewhere to stay tonight?”

“We were just going to grab a room at the motel down the road-” Richie began to say, before Jessica interrupted him with her tutting.

“Nonsense! Why spend money when you can stay here?”

Mike and Richie exchanged a bashful look, knowing that staying in Mike’s childhood room together with his parents right next door might not be… ideal.

Will chuckled, as if reading their minds. “We’re going out tonight, won’t be back ‘till tomorrow afternoon. We’re going swing dancing in Old Town! We’ll be staying with your aunt Mary overnight.”

Mike’s tense shoulders relaxed at the news that they’d have the house all to themselves for the night. It would make his plan go that much smoother.

Jessica brought out dessert, which Richie devoured in record time, and then they were heading out, leaving Richie and Mike to their own devices.

As Richie set off to shower, Mike checked his watch for the umpteenth time that evening, watching the time closely to make sure he followed his schedule down to the minute. Richie’s shower made them a smidge late, but Mike schooled his features to hide his worry so Richie wouldn’t suspect anything.

“Heya hot stuff.” Mike greeted Richie as he strolled out of the bathroom with steam billowing behind him. He had one towel loosely thrown around his hips and was ruffling up his hair with another. Mike got up from his perch on his bed and strolled towards Richie, meeting him in the middle of the room. He grabbed Richie by the hips and pulled him in for a soft kiss.

“Mmm, hi.” Richie whispered against Mike’s lips, a smile curling under the attention.

With a second kiss to Richie’s forehead, Mike pulled himself away.

“So, I was thinking maybe we could walk out to the field and do some stargazing, you know, like we used to.” The suggestion was casual, but Mike’s heart was beating fast. His plan depended on Richie saying yes.

“Yeah sure babe.” Richie responded as he pulled a t-shirt over his wet mop of hair and reached for his boxers. “Just let me get a little more appropriately dressed.” He winked before hopping ungracefully as he pulled on his boxers, tripping slightly but recovering with a charming smile.

Mike’s pulse relaxed immediately, his anxiety being replaced with fondness for this goofy, maladjusted boy he was soon going to propose to.

It took a few more minutes before they were off, hands clasped together as they wandered out into the seemingly never-ending field of the Hanlon’s farm. The night was beautiful, the sky completely devoid of clouds and shining bright with the dim light of the stars.

They walked for a few minutes until the house behind them became part of a separate world, and that’s when Richie saw it.

“Michael!” Richie gasped, as he spotted what was in the distance. They were walking towards a patch of grass covered with a large blanket, surrounded by four lit tiki torches.

Mike couldn’t hold back the grin that split across his face, seeing Richie’s excitement got his own going.

Richie let go of Mike’s hand to sprint the rest of the way to the set-up. When he got there, he noticed there was an abundance of pillows as well as two picnic baskets set aside. Laying down was like resting on a bed of clouds, and he instantly felt all the stress of life evaporating away under the stars.

Mike finally caught up and sat down beside Richie. He looked down at him and couldn’t help but reach a hand out and pet the hair back from Richie’s forehead, letting his fingers linger on his cheek.

“Happy 9 years, my love.” He whispered.

Richie’s eyes flicked their attention to Mike, so much adoration and passion present in those blue pearls.

“Happy 9 years, Mikey.” Richie responded, lifting his hand up to Mikes and lacing their fingers together. He swiftly broke the moment by tugging on Mike’s arm and pulling him down on top of him.

Richie laughed as Mike tried not to crush Richie beneath him as he toppled over. He was still giggling as he brought their lips together, his hands already wandering down the front of Mike’s chest.

Mike had to fight to get his mind and body to comply to the plan he had set up. As much as he wanted to get lost in Richie’s arms, he couldn’t. Not yet, at least.

So, ignoring Richie’s complaintive whine, Mike rolled off him and towards the baskets he had set aside.

“I don’t want our food to get cold.” Mike used as an excuse. From the basket he procured a tray of chocolate covered strawberries, as well as two champagne flutes along with non-alcoholic champagne. Neither of them really drank, and besides, he wanted to be as lucid as possible for what was about to happen.

He passed the plate off to Richie who grabbed it eagerly, tearing the saran wrap off unceremoniously and beginning his search for the perfect strawberry. Mike poured them both some champagne, taking the time to check his watch again. Eight minutes until the big moment. He took a deep breath before putting the champagne aside and turning back to Richie.

“I found the best one.” Richie exclaimed happily, holding up the biggest strawberry in the pile. It was coated nearly perfectly in chocolate, save for the green stem Richie was holding it by.

“C’mere.” Richie beckoned, setting the tray beside him and scooting closer to Mike.

Mike complied, snuggling close to Richie and handing him one of the flutes.

Richie brought the strawberry up to Mike’s lips, beginning to trace them slowly with the fruit. Richie’s mouth was set tight, but Mike could tell he was trying to hold back laughter.

“Richie this doesn’t-”

“Shhhh.” Richie used the strawberry to quiet him, pressing it more firmly against his lips.

“Let me seduce you.” Richie said in a low attempt at a sultry voice.

Now Mike was also trying not to laugh, his cheeks pulled up into rosy apples as Richie continued his ministrations. Chocolate was melting against Mike’s mouth, giving him the appearance of wearing lipstick. That’s when Richie finally cracked, pulled his hand back and laughing audibly at the mess on Mike’s face.

Mike laughed along, resisting the urge to wipe his mouth right away. Instead, as he’d expected, Richie leaned in after he’d composed himself, and licked the chocolate clean. He finished by pecking Mike innocently before pulling back and finally properly feeding the strawberry to his poor boyfriend.

They continued like that for the next few minutes, laughing and talking, eating the strawberries faster than they probably should and washing down the sweetness with glorified carbonated juice.

Mike got so caught up in the moment that he almost forgot what he was there for, until the loud boom reminded him.

“Fireworks, really? The 4th of July was six days ago!” Richie complained with no real fever. Richie loved fireworks, loved the bright colors and loud noises, loved getting lost in whatever story his brain decided they were telling.

“Let’s watch.” Mike encouraged, taking Richie’s nearly empty flute from him and setting both of theirs back into the picnic basket.

When Mike turned back around, Richie was already laying on his back, his hands folded eagerly on his stomach as his eyes searched the sky for the next show.

Mike lowered himself down beside him, taking a second to memorize the look on Richie’s face at that exact moment.

Another firework exploded above them, accompanied by a quicker burst of a few more. Mike’s gaze stayed on Richie’s face, his hand reaching into his pocket to finger the little ring box he’d been carrying around all day.

Three more fireworks. Richie’s eyes were lit up both with the reflection of the lights, and with that wonder that Mike fell in love with.

Another one.

Then a succession of smaller ones.

And then...

Richie’s eyes were meeting Mike’s, wide and questioning.

Richie’s mouth gaped, words seeming to fail him for the first time in his life.

Above them, the fireworks were quickly disappearing, the fiery words “Richie, Will You Marry Me?” fading into the night’s sky.

“So?” Mike took a deep breath, rolling over on to his side to fully face Richie. His hand pulled the small box out from its confines and he held it up to Richie, popping it open to reveal a delicate gold band.

“What do you say?” Mike’s voice wavered as he waited for a sigh.

“What the fuck.” Richie blurted out, before he started sobbing.

Mike faltered quickly, letting the ring box drop as he prioritized pulling Richie close to his chest.

“Baby, baby I’m so sorry. Please don’t cry, I’m sorry I-”

A vibration against his chest cut him off. He had to pull away slightly so he could decipher Richie’s words.

“You ruined my plan.” Richie blubbered out again, his tears now juxtaposed by a huge smile that he was trying to disguise as a pout. Mike felt his composure relax. Richie continued without being prompted. “I was going t-to propose next w-weekend.” Richie explained between splutters.

It was Mike’s turn to be speechless now.

“But of course, Mike Hanlon, always the romantic, has to do it on our fucking anniversary.” Richie’s tears were slowing down now, his usual demeanor coming back. “Now I’ll have to see if I can get my deposit back on the horse.”

“Horse…?”

“And I’ll have to call the bakery and cancel the cake order, hopefully the band will be able to find another gig on such short notice, Eddie and Bill are definitely going to have to return their costumes, and-”

“Baby, honey, slow down.” Mike’s gentle hands were cupping Richie’s face, forcing him to meet his gaze.

Richie stopped immediately, closing his eyes and forcing himself to take a deep breath. When his eyes re-opened, they were teary again. “Can I at least say it?”

Mike’s heart felt like it would burst, his love for Richie so palpable in that moment.

“Of course.”

Richie cleared his throat and wiped his eyes as he stood up. He dramatically shook his limbs out one by one, cracking his neck side to side, and then turned back around to face Mike.

“Michael Hanlon. Michael the bicycle. Love of my life. Hopefully one day, bearer of my children. My best friend. My compadre. My-”

“Richie.” Mike cut him off with a laugh.

“Right, right. Sorry. Mike…” Richie got down on one knee, taking Mike’s hand between his own. “Will you marry me?”

Mike’s grin could have rivalled the sun. “Yes. Yesyesyes yes.” Mike rushed out.

“AND THERE WE HAVE IT FOLKS,” Richie let go of Mike’s hand and swiveled on his knees as if to address an invisible audience. He lifted both his hands in triumph. “DERRY’S MOST ELIGIBLE BACHELORS ARE OFFICIALLY OFF THE MARKET FOR GOOD.”

Mike rolled his eyes, wrapping his arms around Richie’s torso and pulling him backwards. Richie came crashing down with an eruption of laughter, mixing along with Mike’s own. Mike didn’t waste any time beginning to pepper kisses down Richie’s neck, using his position to pull Richie flush against his chest.

Things heated up quickly. Kisses became more passionate, clothes were shed, and soon the two were left naked under the stars, the kindness of July keeping them warm and the flickering from the tiki torches lighting their hands’ paths. It wasn’t long before Richie was aching for more.

“Mikey…” Richie canted his hips upwards, ushering Mike’s hand, which was gripped around his cock, to move faster.

“Hold on baby, I’ve got you.” Mike twisted his body around uncomfortably to reach for the second picnic basket he’d packed. He opened it up with his free hand, his busy one never ceasing its job, and grabbed for the bottle of lube he’d packed.

The familiar sound of the cap popping open made Richie’s cock twitch.

“Oh my god, you really think of everything, don’t you.” Richie said excitedly.

“One of us has to.” Mike winked.

Richie spread his legs eagerly before Mike even had the chance to pour lube on to his fingers. The anticipation on Richie’s face egged him to move faster, his own eagerness becoming evident.

As Mike poured out a generous amount of the slick liquid into his hand, Richie grabbed one of the extra pillows and tucked it under his lower back, propping himself up on display. Mike nearly salivated at the view, never quite having gotten used to seeing Richie spread out, no matter how many times they did this.

Mike brought his lubricated hand up to Richie’s hole, circling a finger around the puckered muscle, teasing Richie before slipping his digit inside smoothly.

They’d fooled around only a few hours ago, stopping on the side of the road on their drive to Mike’s farm and squeezing into the back seat. Mike had fucked Richie until he’d cried, fingers desperately grabbing at the seats around him for some kind of leverage to ground himself. Richie came all over his shirt, causing them to have to dig their suitcases out of the trunk and wrestle out a clean one for him to change into.

Richie was still deliciously stretched from their afternoon activities, letting Mike slip in a second finger after only a few moments.

“You’re so beautiful like this, laid out bare for me…” Mike praised Richie who was breathing heavily beneath him.

Richie didn’t answer, just pushed his hips towards Mike to get his fingers as deep as possible. Mike found Richie’s prostate and stroked it lightly, eliciting a gorgeous moan.

“You can be as loud as you want.” Mike said, rubbing Richie’s prostate a little harder. “No one will hear you out here.”

It came out as a promise, assurance that he’d get Richie to the point where he couldn’t stay silent even if he tried. It sent goosebumps down Richie’s body.

A third finger was added, the stretch familiar and gentle. Richie felt warm, both from Mike’s body heat and desire kindling inside. They continued like that for a few more minutes, Mike pumping his hand steadily, teasing Richie’s prostate every time he thrust upwards. It was tantalizing.

“Please, Mikey…” Richie pleaded when it finally got to be too much. Mike pulled his hand away, watching Richie’s hole flutter around nothing. It was so pretty he took a moment to lean down and kiss it. Richie gasped at the unexpected contact, grinding his hips down against Mike’s face. Mike indulged him, kissing it with dirty flicks of his tongue. When he pulled away his face shone with lube.

“I could spend all night eating you out,” Mike stated, grabbing the lube and squirting a little extra into his hand. “but right now, I’d rather do this.” He rubbed the excess lube across his cock, coating it generously before lining himself up with Richie’s hole. He wasted no time before pushing in, shivering as the tightness enveloped him.

“Fuuuuuck-” Richie groaned wantonly.

Mike bottomed out, shifting his gaze from where they were connected and following the planes of Richie’s torso until their eyes met. Richie had his lower lip tucked between his teeth, as if trying to hold himself back, but upon meeting Mike’s gaze he let it drop.

“I can’t wait to be your husband.” Richie said sincerely.

“Me neither.” Mike smile tenderly. “But I am glad I get to show you off as my fiancé for a while.”

They both laughed, the movement jostling Mike inside Richie and reminding them of their current situation.

Mike pulled out slowly before easing himself back in at the same pace. He kept that rhythm as he continued.

“Everyone’s going to be jealous I get to marry the most affectionate, effervescent, passionate man in the whole world.”

“I’m the one who’s lucky,” Richie panted out between slow thrusts. “Getting to marry the most open-minded, kind-hearted, and hottest guy in town.”

Mike let out a burst of laughter, letting his head drop to Richie’s chest as a blush rose to his cheeks.

“I’m farthest from the hottest. That would be-”

“You’re right, it’s definitely Bill.” Richie interrupted with a breathless giggle.

Mike drew his head back and gasped dramatically.

“I was going to say you but…” Mike pretended to contemplate it. “Yeah, Denbrough could get it.”

They shared a smile. Mike loved Richie's ability to make any moment playful, even moments when Mike was buried to the hilt within him. This charismatic man, with the imagination of a child and the whimsy to match.

Mike picked up his pace, spurred on by his adoration, set on making Richie feel as good as he possibly could. The mewls he got in response were encouraging, so he continued swiveling his hips and propelling himself deeper with every thrust.

“That feel good, baby?” Mike purred into Richie’s ear, nipping his earlobe before descending to his neck.

A litany of curses was all Richie could manage in response, feeling himself climbing towards his peak.

Soon, curses were being split up by warning attempts. “Mike- fuckfuckfuck- I’m almost- holy shit yes don’t stop- I’m going to- jesus fucking christ-”

Mike knew that he was hitting the perfect spot. He didn’t dare move, no matter how much his arms were quivering, or his legs threatened to give out. He pumped forward once, twice, three times, and then the empty field was being filled with a throaty scream.

Richie’s fingernails left crescent moons where they dug into Mike’s arms, holding on for his dear life as he felt the waves of pleasure nearly drown him.

The feeling of Richie clenching around his cock did him in. As Mike joined Richie in his climax, he forced himself to keep his eyes open, never wanting to miss a moment of watching Richie come undone. He was so beautiful; pale skin, tinted pink from exertion and nearly transparent under the moonlight, thickly rimmed glasses sitting askew on his face, cum spread across his chest and pooling into his bellybutton. He looked so fragile, so small underneath Mike’s hold. Vulnerable in a way only Mike would ever see him.

Eventually they both regained their composure along with their breath. Mike pulled out of Richie slowly, watching as his own fluid follow him out of the tight confine, leaking onto Richie’s thighs and the pillow below him. Mike wanted to clean it up, dive in with his mouth and get Richie to cum all over again, but he knew there would be time to do that later.

They did, after-all, have forever ahead of them.

#hanzier #hanzier smut #hanzier fanfic #hanzier fanfiction #mike hanlon #richie tozier #it smut #it fanfic #my posts #my writing #softstanlonn #ask

[tinyarmedtrex]

13 + hanzier for smut prompts!!! Pretty please

“You look hot and I’m trying not to fuck you senseless right now.”

NSFW

“Mike! Mike where is the tide pen!” Richie called, licking the spot on his shirt where he’d spilled food and knowing that it was useless. He’d known better than to wear white, it was inevitable that he would spill food on it and, sure enough, within five minutes of putting the shirt on he’d gotten pizza sauce on it. 

“Mike! Baby?” He called again, stripping off the shirt. It looked like the damn stain had spread just to spite him. “Tide pen??”

“What?” Mike appeared from their room, looking flawlessly put together in his dark green shirt and grey slacks.

“Tide pen?” Richie asked stupidly, his shirt already forgotten as he stared at his incredibly fuckable boyfriend. Richie would tell anyone who listened that he had the sexiest boyfriend in the world and his outfit today proved it.  No one could look at the man and not want him.

“You’re shirtless.” Mike commented.

Richie walked up to Mike, undoing the top button of his shirt. “You’re hot.”

Mike chuckled, his breath catching as his hand roamed over Mike’s chest and stomach.  Mike arched an eyebrow as Richie’s hands continued down, resting on his hips. “I thought we had to leave so my amazingly talented boyfriend could collect his comedy award.” 

“I really don’t care about that.” Richie said, undoing Mike’s belt. “You look hot  as hell and I’m trying not to fuck you senseless right now.” 

Mike groaned as Richie grabbed him. He never got sick of that sound, of the fact that he could elicit it. He loved drawing the sounds from Mike nearly as much as he loved the ones that Mike drew from him. They’d been together for years and he was still utterly and stupidly in love with the man.

He dropped to his knees, pulling down Mike’s pants as he did. 

“Baby, we’re gonna be late.” Mike said as Richie kissed his hips and thighs.

“I’ll tell everyone I was busy sucking off my boyfriend, they’ll understand.” He mumbled, kissing the tip of Mike’s hardening cock. Mike groaned, his hands reaching for Richie’s hair then stopping himself. 

“It’s okay,” Richie said, running his tongue along the underside of Mike’s cock. 

“You have to look good for your award Richie.” 

“I’m a comedian, we’re supposed to be slobs.” Richie said, taking Mike’s hand and putting it in his hair. Mike hesitated only a second then gripped his curls, ruining any attempted hairstyle he had. That was when Richie finally took Mike in his mouth, swallowing down as much of his boyfriend as he could.

“Shit Richie.” Mike groaned, fingers gripping Richie’s hair harder. “Love your mouth so much.” 

Richie hummed in agreement, focusing on the task at hand. His hand covered what his mouth couldn’t, starting to suck Mike off in earnest. He bobbed his head, knowing exactly what Mike liked, trying to draw as many moans from him as he could. His free hand came up to grip Mike’s hip, fingers digging in as Mike’s hips started to move. Then he let Mike take over, fucking his mouth as he praised Richie.

“God baby, so good, so perfect.” Mike said, thrusting into his mouth. “I love it, love you.” Mike stopped, tensing as he came in Richie’s mouth with a small grunt. Only then did he release Richie’s hair, pulling him up and kissing him. “I love when you taste like me,” Mike mumbled, his hands cupping Richie’s cheeks.

Richie hummed into the kiss, loving how Mike’s lips felt on his. 

“What about you baby?” Mike asked, his hand snaking around and grabbing Richie’s ass. 

Richie smiled up at him, slipping a small control into Mike’s hand. “I may have put a vibrator in myself earlier. I’m hoping you’ll keep the evening-” He wiggled his eyebrows, “stimulating for me.”

Mike laughed, shaking his head. “Things are never boring with you.” He pressed the lowest setting, watching how Richie tensed and shuddered, then smiled, turning it off again. “Should be a fun night.”

Richie couldn’t agree more.

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#hanzier #notsfw #here's an idea #more ppl should write hanzier #or any Mike ship honestly #come on #plz? #tinyarmedtwrites #jem-carstairs-is-perfection

[grapesodatozier]

requests list/queue thing

to the anon who asked for a second part of “as long as we’re together”: you are so sweet!! thank you!! unfortunately, my requests are teeechnically closed for the semester, the ones i’ve been posting this week are ones I said I’d post in january or february but couldn’t bc of school. i’ll definitely get to it in the summer tho!! i just wanted to say that i really appreciate when people like something I wrote enough to ask for me, it makes me v happy and honestly emotional lol, so thank you!! i really appreciate it!!

i’m also gonna list all of the requests that are in my inbox rn so you all know i haven’t forgotten about you lol (and so you guys can know what’s to come in the next few months!) the list is under the cut!!

1. reddie fucking while eddie’s on the phone with his mom (i honestly might get this one done this week but i also have literally like 300 pages of reading and an essay to outline and start this weekend so I make no promises lol but we’ll see!)

2. “really hard core BDSM” wheelzier (yes i quoted that one bc i loved the wording lol yall are wild and truly think i’m kinkier than i am but i LOVE it don’t worry lol) (also this one will probably be longer, so it’ll take longer for me to write, but i know a lot of you mentioned you were looking forward to it so i’ll do my best to work on it!!) (also also i want yall to know that my heart ascends to the high heavens every time i get a wheelzier request so im so glad yall are as excited for this as i am)

okay i numbered those ones bc i also said i’d have them done by february and here we are in mid march lmao

i can’t say in what order these next ones will come out, but i will get to them all eventually!

au where richie is dating eddie in one universe and mike w in another, and the two richies switch universes “oh and also richie is hung like a horse, please and thank you” (whoever sent that you are so right and also you’re my hero lmao)

beverie fluff turned smut

eddie comes w/o permission during a scene so richie doesn’t let him come the next time

hanzier proposal, fluff to smut (i’ve never written hanzier before, and i’ve only read it a handful of times, but i’m gonna try my hand at this!! if you’re wondering what ships I’m most comfortable writing, they’re listed in my about! but also I’m usually willing to step out of my comfort zone, so feel free to request any ship you want lol, worst case scenario i’ll be like ‘nah, sorry, not into that’ and refer you to someone who is) (but anyway yes i’m going to write this lol)

bev/max

reddie-centric poly losers smut

richie’s in a bad relationship and is actually in love with eddie. eddie drunkenly confesses to richie that he has feelings for him so richie breaks up with his crappy s/o

a second part to ‘as long as we’re together’

also people mentioned that they’d be into madzier and madwheeler if i wrote smth for those ships so i’ve started some madzier smut, which i am so excited for omg

so yeah, that’s what i’ll be working on for the next however many months lol. thank you all so much for your patience!! i seriously really appreciate that you guys like my writing enough to trust me with your ideas lol it means so much to me, so thank you!!

#requests

[kutekasplon]

OKEASE POST YOUR HANZIER SMUT IM STARVED OF CONTENT

I’m sorry I took so long but here it is!!!