#Owen Teague Patrick Hockstetter

[im-tired-404]

Yall holy shit Patrick Hockstetter would be the perfect Snow White

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dating patrick hockstetter headcanons (MOVIE)

- this man is the LIGHTEST sleeper you will ever meet, like.. it’s kinda scary sometimes, you’ll accidentally knock something over and when you turn back around he’ll be sitting up and staring into your soul

- he def smells like some type of cologne that his mom bought for him and forces him to wear, burning stuff obvi and hairspray

- his mom is a christian(book reference) so expect to see him in church every sunday in his preppy dress shirt and tie

- he thought michael jackson was attractive when he was younger and whenever his mom brings it up he gets super pissed off

- he’s definitely not a mama’s boy or anything, he literally forgets her name sometimes but he favors her over his dad

- this mf has a hair pulling kink i CALL it, his hair is so pretty to not be pulled at

- his laugh is SO high pitched (as if his voice isn’t already but yk) i saw a behind the scenes and owen teague’s laugh is so silly in it

- okay so about his hair again it’s too pretty for him to not care about it so i fear he wraps it in a towel when he gets out of the shower and treats it like a baby(NOT like he would in the book guys..)

- he probably has gotten arrested like once or twice or at least told off by henry’s dad for setting things on fire around town with his “flamethrower”

- this mangy ass is weak as hell he can barely lift weights without falling like a damsel in distress to the ground

- ew he probably comes up behind you and goes ‘guess who!’ OR he wraps his arm around your neck like your a frat boy buddy

- he cannot dance so if he’s at a party or someplace with music he’ll just head-bang and jump

- he probably has insomnia so he gets up at like three in the morning and wanders around the house like this:

- he definitely enjoys graffiti and likes to spray paint random buildings in derry but he probably isn’t good at it so he’ll probably just write something like ‘penis’ or paints all over actual graffiti art

- i think he’s definitely more of a cat guy then dog because he has the personality and agility of one or if it came to any exotic animals he’d be a ferret

- will chase you around with dead bugs or mice if you’re afraid of either (HE DIDN’T KILL THEM) that’s book only guys

- he’s definitely more of a cigarette guy than a alcoholic but once in a while he’ll get shitfaced with the gang(you have to pick him up after)

- he LOVES sushi, most likely because his mom cooked it a lot during his child years, but will beg to grab some while belch is driving, usually they do get it but they stop somewhere else because henry will shit his pants if he eats it(he hates it)

- MANSPREADS

- allows you to do his makeup or paint his nails if you’re on the girlier side, but if not he likes when you do his skincare

- i feel like the song that plays when the bowers gang is first introduced on screen (love removal machine by the cult) is the type of music he enjoys or that is his favorite song. he likes grungy/metal teenage boy music yk

FIRST POST EVER COMPLETED??? OH YAYAYAYA

who was gonna tell me trying to add your own gifs was such a struggle.. “gif to big!” THATS WHAT SHE SAID like stfu and let me add the dang gif

[deadbikinis]

You have got to be FUCKING KIDDING ME

[thekr2ken]

patrick hockstetter:

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Bowers Gang Kissing Y/N

A/N: It's the first time I've written for all four of them and not just Patrick or Henry alone. If I make anything sound strange about Victor or Belch, please forgive me. Warnings: Reader is gender neutral!, mention of smut, public, make out, Patrick being Patrick Summary: How would the members of the Bowers Gang kiss you? Both in public and when you are among yourself? ___________________________________________ Henry:

For him, it often depends on where you kiss. When it's in public, he likes to kiss you passionately, in front of others, to show them that you're his. Sometimes he'll reach under your clothes or rub his knee between your legs. If you want to defend yourself, I'm afraid I have to tell you that he won't care. Most of the time he even goes wilder. But when you're alone, he peppers your face with gentle kisses. In your room, your entire body too. You should then lie completely naked in bed and he kisses every inch of your body that he finds attractive. These include, for example, your hands, your shoulders and your chest. But whether the kisses are gentle or intense depends on his mood. Patrick:

Whether in public or when you're alone, Patrick always puts his all into a kiss. For him it's all or nothing. And by that I mean everything. French kissing is a must with him, just like touching. Sometimes you have dry sex, even in the school hallways. Because the students and teachers are afraid of Patrick, they simply ignore it. Because if someone messes with you, they will automatically mess with Patrick. What else you need to know about Patrick is that he doesn't kiss normally. Aside from a kiss on the head or your hand, he always adds his tongue. When he kisses your neck, he gently licks your skin, when you kiss on the mouth, he pushes his tongue into your mouth. You got used to it after a few weeks. Victor:

Victor doesn't particularly like kissing you in public. But not because he is ashamed, but because he finds the kisses between you so special that he wants to keep them just for the two of you. They are normal, gentle kisses in themselves, but they are special for him. Especially if they are from you. Victor loves to nibble on your bottom lip sometimes just to hear your voice. No matter whether it's a moan or a whimper, it turns him on, a lot. When you make out with each other, he sometimes kisses you more passionately, but with every kiss you can feel that he loves you and he wants to be gentle. He usually tells his friends that he is always very hard on you. Belch:

Belch proudly shows off that he loves you. He hugs you, carries you around, cuddles with you and drives you around in his car. Even with the kisses. In every kiss he gives you, you feel how much he loves you. They are mostly gentle kisses, but he also likes to show intense sides. However, he respects your limits. If you say no, he'll stop immediately and try something else. He's always very careful when he kisses, as if you could break. And he does that in front of the others, he doesn't care that he's called baby. When you have sex he is usually very gentle, but if you tell him that you don't want it to be gentle, he can do something different.

[s6xpunk77]

HEYYYY sorry to bother but would you make some head cannons fro dating Patrick hockstetter. saw the belch one and it was so good yes I know hes a crazy bitch but hes my crazy bitch <3 anyway if ya have time and feel up to it id love to see it.

Dating Patrick Hockstetter Headcanons

Horny like 25/8, never stops touching you and does not know anything about consent + boundaries.

Like you would just be doing homework or whatever in the library and suddenly you would feel his hands slide around your waist.

Of course he stalked you for atleast a month before attempting to talk to you.

He must have a thing for teachers or something…

The amount of times you’ve tried to study with him, they always end up getting freaky asf.

“You as a teacher is making me hard.” “Kiss me if im wrong but…” “Can you teach me about a new topic, oh and btw im a visual learner.”

He likes showing you off to the other boys, especially Henry cause he knows Henry had a crush on you in 6th grade.

Bro would start sweating and stuttering when the word “fridge” or “forest” is heard.

Talking about the forest, he would bring you here to get away from everyone else, he would say its bonding time but hes only there for one thing only.

Knife kink!!!!! Would beg you to try it out with him.

smells of stale smokes and body oder.

Loves your hair, he loves how it looks, feels, smells, literally everything bout it.

Everything you do either frustrates him and makes him annoyed, or turns him on and gets him hard.

Slut shames you 24/7

Cause hes an asshole.

He probably carved his initials onto you somewhere, or your initials onto himself.

Cause hes a fucking weird ass psychopath.😱

Either tried or has burnt you before because this guy 100% has pyromania

[thanas-stuff]

I want that cookie so bad chat

[kaivenom]

Warnings: cuts, blood, mentions of sex, just Patrick Hockstetter Masterlist

You lie down on bed, body arching from the previous activity, you insides feel like disolving and the cuts on your tights burning. You let out a small groan while you roll on the bed, trying not to make him aware of your pain. Patrick is humming a song while he starts to dress up, then he would go down your window like he always does.

"I am going." you could only huff at that, you won't ussually do that but tonight you feel extremely sensible, "What did you just did?"

"Why don't you can stay with me for one night?"

His intimidating figure got again on the bed and catched your wrists, never breaking that infamous eye-contact, neither did you. Seeing that you didn't flinch or get scared, he proceeded to pinch your nipples, a little to hard. You huffed again but didn't break eye contact.

"Bastard," you managed to get out of his grip, "i give all my body to you and you can't lay next to me for a couple of hours, go to your house but don't try to get here anymore."

You rolled and put a pillow above your head, like a little child. You expected a slap or another cut but you felt his weight falling next to you.

"Don't expect this very often, but i suppose that since you are the best fuck i have, maybe i should try to keep you... not sad, i don't want you to kill you because you try to escape."

Even with that crazy threat, you couldn't feel anything more that hapiness or at least, relieve.

[willgraham49]

Patrick Hockstetter/Owen Teague is so hot. No one can make me change my mind. 🙏

[prettygirls0nly]

Possessive - Patrick Hockstetter

Word count = 1033

• You became friends with the Bowers Gang over the summer.

• All of your friends and classmates were out of town, except, of course, the 4 boys that made the Bowers Gang. So after a couple of really boring days, you came up to them and started a conversation.  

• You were surprised to find out that after what seemed like an endless amount of weird and sexual comments they could have a normal conversation.

• The first person to warm up to you was Henry. He asked you questions about yourself and invited you to come along with them to Quarry (with the disapproving faces of his friends, of course.)

• After that day, the guys picked you up every day to bring you with them to party's or to just drive around town. Everyone seemed to be happy with the new company, except Patrick...

• You didn't talk a lot and opted to stay quiet when you were together in the backseat of Belch's car. But, when one late and drunk night you got left alone with him in a room for whatever reason, a conversation sparked between the two of you. You talked for what seemed like hours and a friendship has existed ever since that day.

• The last couple of weeks of maybe the best summer of your life flew by in what seemed like seconds.

• You were a little sad. Not only did school start again, but your friendship would probably be forgotten and you'd have to go back to your old friends.

•  But when the first day of school, the familiar blue Trans Am pulled into your driveway, you knew that this school year was going to be much different than the ones before.

• Your friendship stayed the same and lucky for you, you even shared some classes with The guys. Math, History, and English with Henry, and Chemistry with Patrick.

• Because you shared so many classes with Henry, you two grew closer. You did homework and projects together and you tutored him for Math.

• Although you spent a lot of time with Henry, you still made time for time for the others. After school, you hung out with them all at the Quarry, and every night Patrick knocked on your bedroom window. The two of you talked, and talked, and talked, for hours. And one night you both fell asleep on your bed.

• The morning after was also the moment Patrick realized that he had a crush on you. You just looked so cute. Laying there with your eyes closed, your pink lips slightly parted, and your face only inches away from his. It took him everything to not press his lips to yours, but he was a good boy and quietly climbed out of your window.

• After that morning, Patrick felt a strike of jealousy hit him every time he saw Henry put an arm around you or just touched you. Every time he saw it he just wanted to rip you out of his touch and kiss you right in front of them and show them you were his, and only his.

• So when one day he sees Henry put his arm around your waist and push you to him, he couldn't contain himself anymore. He practically ran to his friend and wrapped his hands around your arm before pulling you away from Henry.

- "What the fuck?" Henry cursed as he looked at his friend with a bitter look. Patrick, however, chooses to ignore his friend and let his eyes settle on your figure that now stood in his arms. As his eyes looked at you, you couldn't help but blush. His stare was so intense and so hungry...

"Don't let him put a finger on you again, I'm the only one that gets to touch you."

• That day after you left, Patrick shouted some words and threats at Henry and made sure that after today he'd be the only one that got touch you.

• Not long after that day Patrick gathered all his courage and went up to you.

- "Hey, Patrick!" You exclaim as Patrick climbs through your bedroom window.

"Hey, I need to talk to you." Patrick nervously scratches the back of his head and sits down on your desk chair. You sigh and quickly follow behind him before sitting down on his lap.

"If this is about Henry. He hasn't even looked at me for the last couple of days." Normally those words would've brought a smile to his face, but he was to focused on keeping down the whimper that threatened to leave his lips as he felt parts of you rubbing against him that he had never felt before. "Patrick?" You say and put a hand on his cheek. "You still there?" Patrick snapped out of his trance and looked at you. God, why did you need to look so beautiful?

"Y-yeah, I just need to tell you something." You nod and Patrick takes a final breath. "I like you, Y/N. And I want you to be mine."

You smile as you listened to his words. You already knew he liked, you were kinda just waiting for him to confess. And now that you hear his slightly nervous confession, you can't help but feel a little happy. As you thought about your answer, Patrick looked at you with nervous eyes. Did he just fuck it up?

After a couple of seconds, you looked into his eyes and cupped his cheeks. "I think I'd like to be yours, Patrick." As you finish your sentence you lean and let your lips collide in a gentle kiss.

[im-tired-404]

I want to tear his skin with my teeth. (Affectionately💕)

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my taste in men…

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silly wall!

LOOK AT MY WALL! IM OBSESSED!!!!!! I NEED MORE PHOTOS IF ANYONE HAS ANY GOOD VACE HOPPER Or OWEN TEAGUE PHTOTOS GIMME EM

[lavender-vixen]

Please please please do one with Patrick braiding the reader's hair, and she has a crush on him, but he doesn't know. No rush!

i love this <3

you're in science class, watching a film projection about cellular mitosis. the images are flickering, and the old projector equipment hums. someone from the av club had to come help the teacher set it up.

you ran a hand through your long, loose hair, trying to get rid of the tangles. finally, you took out a small comb from your pencil case and began working your way through the tangles. the sun-in you'd sprayed in your hair before school wasn't getting the proper sunlight it needed in this dark classroom.

patrick sat behind you, so uncomfortably close, as most of the desks in the room were crammed in to make space for the projector. you'd never actually spoken to him, but you'd exchanged a few glances in passing. nothing memorable. when you got up to sharpen your pencil at the back of the room, you stole a peek at him.

he looked bored, slouched in his seat, his long legs spread out in front of him, idly fiddling with a pair of scissors.

as you sat in front of him, you could feel his eyes on you. it was hard to explain, but you just knew he was staring. you try to focus on the film, but it's hard with patrick hockstetter sitting right behind you.

his presence was always distracting. he had this aura of trouble. he was all lazy smirks and slouched posture. you'd heard the stories, and seen the way people avoided him in the halls.

suddenly, you felt a slight tug on your hair, just enough to pull you from your thoughts. you froze, your heart skipping three beats.

turning your head, you spotted him holding the pair of shiny scissors, his hand paused midair, a determined look on his face.

"what are you doing?" you whispered, trying to keep your voice steady. the sight of him with scissors so close to your beautiful, long hair sent a chill down your spine.

"relax," he said, grinning like it was the most normal thing in the world. "i wasn't gonna cut it. not yet, anyway."

your jaw dropped, and a mix of indignation and shock rushed through you. before you could respond, he shrugged and brushed your hair toward his desk. "it's all over my space," he said casually.

your hair was long...too long...and practically spilling over the back of your chair, brushing the edge of his desk. silky and neat, like something out of one of those shampoo commercials, and entirely too tempting.

"here, rapunzel, let me fix it," he said.

fix it? before you could process what was happening, you felt his hands in your hair, tugging gently but firmly. he was braiding it. braiding it.

"what are you doing?" you whispered again, feeling a blush creep up your neck. you glanced around, but no one seemed to notice.

"fixing it," he said again, his tone bored but oddly focused.

you blinked in disbelief. "you know how to braid?"

he shrugged. "kinda. tied fishing knots with my dad all the time. same thing."

the tugging at your scalp was rhythmic, almost soothing, and you found yourself relaxing despite yourself. it was...nice. but you refused to let him see that.

"did you do the homework?" he asked suddenly, his voice low. you shivered slightly at how close he was.

"yeah. why?" you asked, your instincts telling you not to trust whatever he was about to say.

"because i didn't," he said bluntly. he held your hair in one hand and rummaged through his backpack with the other, pulling something out. "i'll trade you this fruit roll-up if you let me copy it."

you frowned, crossing your arms. "no."

he leaned in closer, so close you could feel the warmth of his breath against your neck. "c'mon. i'll even promise not to cut your hair."

your heart was pounding now, and you hated that he was getting to you. "fine," you whispered sharply, digging out your notebook and shoving it toward him.

"good girl," he said with a smirk, flipping it open with one hand. "damn, your handwriting is annoying."

you bit your lip, forcing yourself to stay quiet. it was better to ignore him than give him the satisfaction of a reaction.

"here," he said, holding out the fruit roll-up.

"i don't want it," you said quickly, shaking your head.

he shrugged and dropped it on your desk anyway. "take it."

you picked it up and tossed it back at him. “i said, no.”

“whatever.” then, without asking, he picked up here he left off with your hair, finishing the braid.

you glanced at the clock, praying for the class to end, but at the same time, you couldn't deny how good it felt...his hands moving through your hair, the gentle pull at your scalp. it was oddly intimate, and your cheeks burned at the thought.

from across the room, your friend caught your eye, her expression one of complete disbelief. you shrugged helplessly and offered a small, sheepish smile.

when patrick finished, he paused. "what do i tie it with?" he muttered, more to himself. "i could make a knot out of it."

"no, don't do that." you pulled the white, fluffy scrunchie from your wrist and handed it to him. "here."

he held it up, inspecting it like it was some kind of artifact. "what the hell is this?"

"a scrunchie," you said, rolling your eyes.

he tied it around the braid, though not without muttering, "this thing looks dumb."

the teacher's voice cut through the darkness from the front of the room: "mr. hockstetter, if you're done playing beauty shop, perhaps you'd like to join us in taking notes during the film?"

your cheeks flushed, but patrick just shrugged, completely unbothered. "yeah, sure, mr. andrews," he said lazily.

as the teacher turned back to the screen, patrick leaned in close, his voice a whisper against your ear. "he's such an asshole. hey, meet me after next period. i'll give you my calc homework."

you glanced back at him, frowning. his face was inches from yours. "why?"

"because i owe you," he said simply. then, with a smirk, he added, "and i'm generous like that."

after class ended, you gathered your things slowly, heart pounding. you could feel patrick watching you still, his eyes burning a hole in your back.

he brushed past you on his way out, close enough that his shoulder lightly bumped yours. "don't forget," he murmured, low and smooth, before disappearing into the hallway.

your friend melanie rushed to your side immediately. "what the hell was that about?" she hissed, glancing toward the door patrick just exited.

"nothing," you mumbled, though your cheeks betrayed you, flushing hot under her scrutinizing stare.

"that was not nothing. he was braiding your hair. patrick freaking hockstetter. you know what people say about him, right?"

you nodded, trying to dismiss her. "i know. it's fine. he's just...weird."

but even as you said it, you weren't sure you believed it. the memory of his hands in your hair and the way he leaned close still lingered.

after your next class, you were at your locker when you spotted him leaning casually against the wall across the hall. he wasn't looking directly at you, but it was obvious he was waiting.

you considered pretending you didn't see him, but something compelled you to walk over.

"hey," you said awkwardly, clutching your books to your chest.

patrick looked down at you, his smirk sliding into place. "took you long enough," he said, pushing off the wall. he pulled a crumpled piece of paper from his back pocket and held it out to you. "here. calc homework. told you i'd give it to you."

you hesitate before taking it, your fingers brushing against his. it was warm, and you pulled back quickly, feeling like you'd just touched a live wire.

"thanks," you mumbled, unfolding the paper. his handwriting was a mess, barely legible scrawls and smudges, but it was there.

"don't thank me yet," he said with a chuckle. "i haven't checked it or anything, but i'm hardly ever wrong."

at lunch, you were sitting with your friends when patrick strolled past your table with henry bowers. he didn't stop, didn't say anything, but he dropped a cherry fruit roll-up onto your tray.

your friends immediately started whispering. "oh my god, what is happening? why is he..." melanie started.

"i don't know!" you whispered back, feeling your face heat up.

later in the hallway, he found you again. "you done copying my homework?" he asked, leaning a little too close.

you nod. "yeah, but i still don't get any of it. i'm screwed for the test."

"good," he said, flashing a grin. "then you'll need my help after school."

"what makes you think i need your help?" you shot back, surprising yourself with the boldness in your voice.

he grinned wider, crooked, clearly amused. "i'm clearly getting a better grade than you."

"uh-huh," you said skeptically, trying to ignore how close he was standing. people were watching as they passed by. "and what's in it for you?"

patrick was already walking away. "bleachers. after school."

against your better judgement, you found yourself walking toward the bleachers after the last bell. patrick was already there, slouched back with his legs stretched out.

"hey," he said, reclining. "thought you'd flake."

"i almost did," you admitted, climbing the steps cautiously.

he pulled his notebook out of his bag, flipping it open. "alright, let's see how shit you really are at this."

the two of you worked through the math problems, but he kept teasing you about your handwriting, the way you wrinkled your nose when you thought to hard, and the fact that you had pencils with your name on them.

you found yourself laughing more than you expected. when the work was done, patrick leaned back again, tossing his pen onto his notebook.

"guess you owe me now." his smirk was back.

you glanced at him, a tiny smile tugging at your lips. "guess i do."

he studied you a moment, his expression unreadable, before speaking. "actually, there's something you could do for me."

your heart skipped. you felt your pulse quicken as another blush crept to your face. "yeah?"

patrick looked across the field at the girl's soccer team warming up with drills then back to you. "you're friends with melanie, right?" he said, tilting his head toward your friend as she did a few stretches on the field, tying the laces on her soccer cleats. "the one who's always staring at me like she's scared or something."

you tilted your head in confusion. "yeah. what about her?"

"think she'd go out with me?" he asked, as if it were a passing thought he'd spoken aloud.

you blinked, stomach dropping. the words hit like a slap, and for a second, all you could do was stare at him.

"you...um, you want me to ask if she's interested?" you said, recovering as best you could, your voice quieter than intended.

"yeah," he said, leaning back again. "she seems...fun."

you forced a smile, even as your chest tightened painfully. "sure. i mean...i'll try."

"'atta girl." he grinned, clearly pleased. he got up, slinging his backpack over his shoulder. his combat boots slammed against the metal bleachers as he jumped down a row. "see ya in chem."

you sat there for a long moment after he was gone, staring down at the finished homework in your lap. you didn't know why you felt so foolish, so crushed. maybe it was the way he smiled when he said her name, or maybe it was the realization that every teasing word, every fleeting moment of attention...it was all just a way to get to her. and you knew for a fact he'd done it on purpose.

you glanced toward the soccer field, where your friend waved to you, and sighed, offering a weak wave back.

patrick hockstetter is a jerk.

[ashtheketchum]

NSFW alphabet Patrick Hockstetter

A/N: I've done this alphabet with a few other characters before, but I've never published anything. Then why don't you start with the biggest psycho? XD

Warning: NSFW content, female Reader, book and movie Patrick in one, mention of killing animals

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A(ftercare = What is he like after sex?)

Patrick isn't actually that interested in you after sex. Maybe he asks briefly if you're still okay and then he doesn't care about you anymore. Sometimes he is so nice and carries you to the bathroom, but you have to wash yourself. Deep down, Patrick would like to help you, but the risk of getting a boner again is too high.

B(ody = his favorite body part)

Patrick loves your ass. He can't resist massaging it, pinching it or hitting it. All he has to do is stare at your ass and he'll get a boner and have to stop himself from fucking you to the wall.

C(um = Where does he cum?)

Patrick doesn't care where he cums. Whether in you, on your stomach, on your face, on your back, he doesn't care, you should just tell him. He's not into condoms at all, so unfortunately you have to be prepared to buy the pill. Otherwise, Patrick will never cum inside you (except in your mouth-) because he doesn't want you to get pregnant.

D(irty secret = One thing he does that you don't know about)

In class he sometimes jerks off on you. Especially in the summer when you're wearing short clothes, he can't keep himself together. In fact, no one has noticed it yet and it should stay that way. Since you sit in front of him and always help the teachers, he also has a complete field of vision of your body.

E(xperience = How much does he know about sex?)

Let's put it this way… you're not his first. Maybe the first one he treats a little gently, but when it comes to sex you are (with luck), the third one he's had. He had raped many women back then and therefore has a lot of experience about how he should and shouldn't move best. Sometimes he had to hold himself together not to destroy you completely, but he kept himself well within his limits.

F(av. position = What position does he like to fuck you in?)

Patrick goes through all the positions with you. Missionary, doggy style, riding and more. But most of the time he prefers the missionary position. This way he can see your whole body and do whatever he wants with it. Of course he prefers it if you ride him, but he prefers it if he takes the lead. But he likes to try things out, so be creative.

G(oofy = Does he have a sense of humor during sex?)

This point is critical. It depends on his mood, when he is in a good mood he sometimes teases you. "My little slut… takes my cock so well…" he says, for example. But when he's in a bad mood, he usually never says anything. He sometimes growls, growls or whines, but nothing more.

H(ickeys? = How does he feel about hickeys?)

No. Patrick likes to give you some, but he doesn't want any himself. The world should know who you belong to and not the other way around. Because you belong to him, not he to you. So you have to live with the fact that you sometimes walk around with a bruised neck.

I(ntimacy = Is he romantic?)

HAHAHA no.

J(erk off = Does he masturbate often?)

Ohhh yes. He masturbates very, very often, precisely because he can't touch you all the time. He masturbates at school, he masturbates at home. The only time he doesn't masturbate is when he's sleeping or fucking you. But otherwise he always masturbates when he can or wants to.

K(ink = What turns him on?)

Basically everything you do. Do you bend down to pick something up? He sees your ass and gets hard. You stub your toe and moan in pain? He loves suffering and becomes hard. Are you talking about your day? He wants to use your mouth for something else and gets hard.

L(ocation = Where do you like to do it most?)

If it were up to him, you would fuck everywhere. At school, in town, behind a church and more. But it's too uncomfortable for you, so you only do it in private places. Once you did it in the school toilets because Patrick got a hard on that no one could miss.

M(otivation = What really gets him in the mood?)

Fire and knife games. He loves to hurt you, even if it's just a minor injury. Your loud whimpers turn him on, making him want more and more. Most often he cuts your collarbone, your hip or between your breasts. But he never cuts so deeply that it cannot heal. But sometimes a scar remains.

N(o = What would he never do?)

Start a real relationship with you. He only sees you as a sex toy and sometimes treats you sweetly so that you stay with him longer. Don't expect to be able to change him.

O(ral = Is he a giver or a taker?)

He prefers to receive. The feeling of your lips around his shaft drives him even crazier than he actually is. And your looks, he could never get enough. Especially your strangled moans as he fucks your throat. It's never the other way around, in fact Patrick had never even thought about licking or fingering you in any way.

P(eace = Is he slow or fast?)

Hard and fast. But the closer you get to your orgasm, the more he slows down to tease you. Most of the time he tortures himself, but seeing you suffer is worth the cost to him. As he gets angrier, he gets tougher, but then his knife and fire games hurt more.

Q(uickie = Does he like quickies? Something done or had quickly)

He was never a fan of it. It feels wrong for him to just fuck you quickly and then act like nothing happened. Especially because it takes several rounds.

R(isk = Would he do it in places where he would easily be caught?)

Yes. Patrick doesn't even see fucking you in public as a risk, he sees it as a given. If it gets too much for you, he usually ignores it. But since you mostly only do it in the forest or at home, it suits him.

S(tamina = How many rounds can he last?)

If he's in a good mood, three rounds are easily possible. Maybe more. However, when he's angry, all he really wants to do is hurt you and sometimes you don't even get to your first orgasm. But he does :'D

T(oys = Does he use toys on you?)

The only toys he uses are his lighter and a small knife. He doesn't want anything more, he doesn't need anything more. You never find toys that interesting, and neither of you want to buy them and hide them.

U(nfair = Does he sometimes tease you?)

Not sure if you could call that teasing. But, as mentioned before, it becomes slower and gentler as you get closer to your orgasm. But when you beg and whimper sweetly, he speeds up again and gives you your well-deserved orgasm. But only sometimes.

V(olume = Is he loud or quiet?)

Most of the time he just growls quietly in your ear. He wants to keep his voice quiet and deep so that he can hear you better. But when he cums, he lets out a small whimper, then he just breathes loudly and quickly. He is also quiet when talking dirty.

W(ich position = Top or Bottom?)

Patrick is definitely a top. He wouldn't even think about giving you dominance, even if you give him a blowjob or ride him. He always has control over you.

X(-x rey = How is his cock?)

Patrick is a little longer than average, but he is a little thicker at the base. Slight veins can be seen under his tip and he has a pink tip.

Y(earning = How high is his sex drive?)

Very Very Very Very Very Very Very Very high.

Z(zzz = Does he sleep after sex?)

Patrick never falls asleep after you have sex. Most of the time he watches you sleep or he goes to kill some animal. When he really needs to sleep, he sleeps very lightly.

[s6xpunk77]

POV - youre dating Patrick Hockstetter.