#bowers gang x reader smut

[blue-sadie]

Plaid Skirts

Imagine:

Being the only one not taking any of the bowers gangs shit which makes them target you more and on photo day you were forced to wear a plaid skirt which drove the boys crazy so after school they dragged you into an empty classroom to have their way with you.

"You should were skirts more often so it makes it easier for us to fuck you or finger you during class oh you'd like that wouldn't you to get used whenever we want"

[lavender-vixen]

okay okay hear me out.. valentines day with patrick??

"Valentine's Day, But Make It Hockstetter." (Patrick Hockstetter x reader)

Patrick doesn't do romance.

At least, not the normal kind.

He doesn't show up at your door with a bouquet of roses, doesn't write you some sappy-ass love letter, doesn't take you to some shitty candlelit dinner where he has to pretend to care about what's on the menu and lame small talk.

But he does show up.

And does bring you a gift.

It's just...a little more fucked up.

"Happy Valentine's, babe."

You barely get the door open before Patrick's there, leaning against the frame, grinning like he's up to something, a paper bag clutched in one hand.

You blink at him, crossing your arms. "You actually remembered?"

Patrick snickers, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation, tossing the bag onto the table. "Like I could forget," he mutters, shutting the door behind him. "Every dumbass couple in this town is making out like it's their last fuckin' day on earth."

You roll your eyes, but when you peek inside the bag...

Your brows furrow.

"...What the hell is this?"

Patrick just grins, watching your reaction.

Because instead of flowers or candy, he's brought you:

A switchblade. "Figured you should have something sharp in case some creep tries to get handsy."

A bottle of stolen liquor. "Only the best for my girl."

A small, plush heart-shaped pillow from Dollar Tree with the words "FUCK ME" written on it in sharpie. "Thought this one was fitting."

And a pack of cigarettes.

You stare at him, then at the bag, then back at him.

Patrick just laughs, dropping onto your couch, sprawling out like he owns the place. "What?" he smirks. "You wanted some tacky-ass teddy bear instead?"

You huff, shaking your head, but you can't help but smile.

Because of course this is what Valentine's Day with Patrick Hockstetter looks like.

Of course, he's not gonna be some lovesick idiot who buys you chocolate and roses.

But he did bring you a gift.

And in his own twisted way...

That means something.

You barely have time to process the gift before Patrick’s hands are on you.

Gripping your hips, spinning you around, pressing you down onto the table as he grinds against you from behind.

"Didn't think I'd let Valentine's pass without fucking you stupid, did you?" he mutters, his teeth glazing your throat, his hands already slipping under your shirt.

You shiver, your body reacting instantly, because Patrick knows exactly what he's doing.

"You got me another gift?" you tease, but your voice is already breathless, already full of anticipation.

Patrick just snickers, his fingers hooking into your waistband, tugging at your jeans.

"Yeah," he murmurs, his voice dropping, his grip tightening. Then he leans in, his lips brushing your ear, his next words sending a shiver down your spine. "Wanna guess what it is?"

Patrick isn't the type to plan shit. But somehow, you ended up at some party at Henry Bower's house, music blasting, cigarette smoke hanging thick in the air, beer bottles littering every surface.

And Patrick? He's been all over you since the second you walked through the door, having denied him at your house.

He's not usually the clingy type, but tonight? Tonight, he's possessive and hungry. Keeps his arm slung over your shoulders, his hand gripping your thigh when you sit together, his mouth dragging over your neck as he leans close.

Like he's making a point. Like he's reminding every person in this house exactly who you belong to.

You sit on the ratty old couch, Patrick pressed against your side, his fingers tapping against your inner thigh, his other hand holding a half-empty bottle of something strong.

"Fun date," he mutters, smirking against your ear, his voice low, teasing, cocky as hell.

You scoff, taking the bottle from him. "You call this a date?"

Patrick just grins, watching you take a sip. "You're drunk, you're in my lap, and I'm about to fuck you in the nastiest place I can find. Sounds romantic to me."

And that's when you feel it...

His fingers under your skirt, dragging over your already soaked panties, pressing just enough to make you tense.

"You still wet from earlier, babe?" he murmurs, his fingers teasing, barely touching you, his breath hot against your jaw.

You suck in a breath, legs shifting, but Patrick just grins, pressing his fingers harder.

"Bet you are," he hums.

And then? He leans in, lips brushing against your ear. "Let's go see how many people we can piss off tonight."

It’s not even five minutes later before he’s got you pressed up against Henry's bedroom door, hands all over you, his mouth sloppy and rough against yours, tasting like cheap whiskey and cigarettes.

The music from the party rattles the walls, people banging on the door every so often, but Patrick doesn’t care.

Patrick never cares.

"You’re lucky I like you," he mutters, dragging your skirt up, fingers hooking into your already ruined panties, pulling them down your thighs.

You bite your lip, trying not to laugh, because Patrick doesn’t do Valentine’s Day. Doesn’t do romantic dates, doesn’t do flowers, doesn’t do any of that bullshit. Tonight, he's all over you.

And when he presses you hard against the door, one hand fisting in your hair, the other gripping your throat...you know this is the closest thing to love you're ever gonna get from Patrick Hockstetter. And honestly, that's fine with you.

Afterward, Patrick buttons his jeans back up, swipes the back of his hand over his grinning mouth, and slings an arm around your shoulders as you stumble back out into the party.

Your thighs are still shaking. Your hair's a mess. Your lips are swollen from his teeth and tongue. Patrick looks just as wrecked, his shirt slightly untucked. He just laughs, shoving the bottle of liquor back into your hands, dropping into a seat.

"Where the hell have you two been?"

Your stomach drops. Because it's Henry. Leaning against the counter, arms crossed, blue eyes sharp and unreadable, watching you both like he already knows.

"What's it to you, Bowers?" Patrick muses, popping open a fresh beer, taking a slow sip, his other arm slung over your shoulders. He wants Henry to notice. And Henry does, of course. Because his gaze flicks to you, then to Patrick, then back to you again.

Like he's putting the pieces together. Like he's taking inventory. Your smudged lipstick. Patrick's wrinkled shirt. Henry's jaw tightens. His fingers drum against the beer bottle in his hand, his tongue dragging slow over his teeth, his nostrils flaring slightly.

Patrick notices. He lives for this shit. So of course, he leans in close, his breath hot against your ear, his words low and deliberate.

"Think he knows what you just let me do in his bedroom?"

Your stomach flips, heat pooling between your thighs again, but you don't respond. Henry just tilts his head. Narrowing his eyes. Then he smirks, but it's different from Patrick's arrogant grin. It's darker.

Like he's already planning his revenge. Like he's already decided that if Patrick got a turn...he's taking one next.

[nicohockstetter]

Bro please, I can't be the only one who sees this image and thinks they are doing something obscene 😭

[nightfang22]

Patrick Hockstetter Brainrot

A/N:I can't get the thought of Patrick out of my head at the moment so I'm leaving some of my brain rot here as a paper trail for when I eventually become delirious from the amount of shit I think about this character.

-Let's get two things straight and one thing gay:Patrick struggles with feeling anything in general so when he feels sexual desire?You bet your ass he's clinging to it for dear life.

-Patrick Hockstetter is not some kind, gentle soul so do not expect him to act as such if you engage in any kind of activity with him.Especially if it's sexual in nature.

-Patrick likes to play rough and I do mean rough.

-He obviously has some pyromaniac tendencies so it's only natural to expect that to transfer over into the bedroom.

-Watching your skin blister under the flame of his lighter gets him rock solid in his jeans.

-He loves watching you squirm away from him in fear.And it's not the safe, playful kind of enjoyment either.He gets off on seeing genuine fear in your eyes and intentionally hurting you.

-A thing to remember about Patrick is that he's going to take what he wants from you either way so willing or unwilling, you're still going to belong to him.Mind,body,and soul.

-I think Patrick would also be a knife play kind of guy but you'll have to be good at holding your own if you don't want him to cause too much damage.

-Bondage,too.The less chance of you getting away, the better.

-Patrick thinks the post orgasm glow is more vivd when he sees the rope burns on your wrists and ankles after he unties you.

-Bonus points if you squirm so hard the marks peek from over the restraints.

-But with all that being said?

-He loves a willing participant.

-While Patrick is more than happy to stick his dick in you while you're just dissociating and taking it silently,he'd much prefer if you were actively interested in the activity.

-Now that doesn't mean he's going to give you any control.

-No,ma'am.

-But seeing your face contort in a mixture of pain and pleasure?He didn't know such a beautiful image could exist.

-Even more bonus points if you just wanna suck him off.

-He loves watching your throat swell with the size of his cock as you give small, vibrating moans while you deep throat him.

-The image of your pretty eyes filled with tears makes his stomach tighten at the pit of an orgasm.

-He might just blow his load down your throat right then.

-A total dom.

-Dirty talker too.He loves growling filthy shit in your ear while he fucks you from behind.

He's got your hair in a tight grip as his hips crash against yours with bruising force, your screams completely muffled as he leans over while he fucks you like he wants to break you.And he does.

"You're takin' me like such a good girl.Wish you could see how fuckin' hot your cunt looks clenching around my cock like that.Fuuuuck."

He hears you whimper and whine as tears stream down your cheeks and you can feel his dark laughter before you hear it.

"Aw,look at you cryin' out for my cock.Fuckin' pathetic."

His thrusts punctuated his words.

"So.Fuckin'.Needy."

[elvisgirlie]

⋆⭒˚.⋆ dead lover, crawl back to me ۶ৎ

or in other words; zombie!Patrick Hockstetter crawling his way out of the sewers to come to the house of the pretty little thing that he used to terrorize on his living days..

[jasonthetoymakesmybbg]

Sweetness is a Tasteful thing. (1/??)

Yep, back immediately cause this man is legit invading my mindset and I can not-like he’s actually so fine 😍🙏

Anyways-

Patrick Hockstetter x Female/Male Reader

I am making this cause a scenario kinda went into my head like what if Patrick and his mom met your guys family and stuck around your house for a bit, but y’all are kinda like enemies and he’s forced to be in your room so y’all get along, and like he starts talking about horny shit. Then he started touching himself while staring you dead in the eye, casually moaning your name? I might make a second thing for this adding the rest of the Bowers Gang but,Like bro-HE WONT LEAVE MY HEAD 😭 and for male like he decides to leave Fem flabbergasted and bumped into Male room, then kinda walked in and yeah?

Another day passing, a peaceful weekend, meaning not having to deal with the Bowers Gang…is what I thought but this day became stressful for me.

I was peacefully in my room drawing who knows what, mostly just random doodles of cats or silly goofy things cause why not? I heard a knock on my door and I look up, seeing my mom.

“Sweetie? We’re having guest, get a shirt on.” My mom said quickly, closing my door again, oh yeah forget to mention I was chilling in a pair of shorts and bra cause I was comfy, but who could be visiting?

I sigh and get up, getting a long sleeve shirt on, I grumble as I left my room to see who is was, and who do I see?

Hockstetter and his mom standing inside our living. In my home? Fuck this-before I could slip away back to my safe space my dad spoke up.

“And there’s one of my kids” He said that on purpose? Fuck you dad.

Hockstetter turned and saw me, smirking a bit, damn it why is he so submissive and breedable looking but is a sadistic asshole that’s a tad aggressive?-

(All Y/n as siblings cause yeah)

“Hi…I’m [Fem]Y/n” I grumble a little, feeling all my stress appearing again and I barely left school.

His mom simply waved, greeting me and probably clueless of what her son was planning, meanwhile I felt like killing myself.

My brother walked in [Male] Y/n and he looked in disbelief seeing Patrick, he glanced at me and I shrugged.

“Ah, there’s my son” my dad spoke up, damn it.

“Why don’t you hang out with them?” My mom said looking at Patrick, he shrugged and walked over to me, meanwhile my brother left already, really said ‘ladies first’ we walked to my room, dread touched my heart.

Opening to my glorious room filled with randomly shit that related to my interests or gore art on the wall I pinned up. I sat on my bed, Patrick closed my door, damn it. He smirked lightly sitting in my spinning chair.

“You seem so tense..why is that?” He lightly mocked, I glared.

“Why the fuck are you here?” I grumble to myself again, glaring in hatred.

“Maybe..I might’ve said something about you to my mom to convince her to come over” he grinned.

“…bitch” I said lowly, he smirked at my hostile attitude, but he’s low key hot-stay focused.

“You know…I bet you would look so good bouncing on my dick.” I choke on my spit, not expecting that-well it was expected but it was so random.

“Huh?-“

“You heard me.” He stared, his eyes were burning into my soul and all I felt was lust waving over him.

“..image me fucking your thighs, then finishing on your stomach, or me fucking you senseless with a knife to your neck..image all the things I could do to you.” He had said so casually, i wasn’t used to a guy telling me his fantasies.

“Sometimes…I wanna fuck you from behind while you suck off Henry” he had continued.

Wow-wait? Henry? Damn, I knew it-he was most definitely bi. Probably gets off to fucking or pleasing girls while watching a guy.

“Or…suck Henry while you ride me I don’t complain” I cock a eyebrow at his words.

“…so…your just spilling your bisexual fantasies?-“ he simply nodded, I notice his hands started caressing near his bulge, but now I finally notice his bulge was erect.

“Look at that..all hard, and just the thought of you makes me all hot and bothered..even though sometimes I just wanna slit your throat.” He let out a low growl, he lightly started to rub his bulge, I gulped knowing I wanted out.

He moaned softly, “Y/n~..got me all excited~”..so how do I feel watching this go down?..mixed feelings. My heart jumped when I notice him unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. Letting his length come free he gripped it a tad tight while stroking.

“Fuck.~..I wanna feel you so badly. Ngh~” I was not gonna make eye contact with his cock, but he made me nervous looking him in the eye, good thing the walls are thick.

He was just touching himself while looking at me, he bit his lip.

“Aw, what’s the matter? Can’t handle seeing me want release Y/n?~ o-ah~” He closed his eyes for a second feeling the moment, it was a surprise he was so peaceful while masturbating.

He stopped suddenly, simply fixing his pants he got up and left my room, I was just-wow

“Huh?-“ was all I could say, I was speechless.

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[Male] pov

I was chilling in my room, laying on my bed with music blasting through my headphones, eyes closed. But I wasn’t aware of the devil literally finding me and coming into my room, not even noticing he closed my door.

I jumped when I felt a hand on my chest, my eyes open immediately and I sit up. Patrick..what the fuck?-

“What does your bitch ass want?” I ask, taking my headphones off.

“Hm-“

“Actually don’t answer that.” I quickly said.

Before I could move much his hand gripped my thigh to prevent me from leaving. My cock twitched in confusion, but I didn’t wanna react to much.

“.you aren’t gonna leave.” He said lowly, before smirking again, he leaned in to the crook of my neck and started laying kisses down. My breathe lightly hitched at the feeling.

“Huh?-“ I was confused why he was showing a form of affection when he isn’t affectionate at all. I felt him lightly rest his hand on my thigh again, his thumb lazily rubbing against my bulge to get me excited. And yet it did, my cock started to harden at the sensation, I felt his smirk grow bigger in my neck.

He let out a chuckle, “fucking knew it”

“Knew what?-“ I cock a eyebrow,

“You would enjoy me touching your dick…slut” and there it was, the word I hated being called But liked it so much.

“What you call me?-say it again…i-like..hearing you call me that” I had shared, Patrick laughed at my words.

“Aw..the slut wants to be humiliated huh? Would you allow me to call you it in school?.~”

I nodded, “yes-if it means to hear you say it..” my body was begging to be stripped and fucked, he knew it to.

“Fucking prepare cause when the rest of the gang get here-“

“…what?” I side glance, my eyes went wide.

“Yeah..they’re planning to tag along here..mostly to play with you and your siblings.” He casually said, laying on his side comfortably.

“Let it sink in slut” the way the word slid off his tongue made me excited.

“Jesus fucking Christ” I rubbed my eyes.

“..your so-hot?” I randomly say, Patrick was amused by the way I was acting.

“I can tell I am in your eyes…also to let you know I randomly masturbate in front of your sister” that made my jaw dropped.

“The fuck?-“ I tried processing what he said.

“How did she react?-“ I ask

“Flabbergasted and confused” he shrugged his shoulders

“Sounds accurate enough”

(And here we are, one part done.)

[eternal-sunshine-222]

IT MASTERLIST

Hello! My name is Kandi and I am an aspiring author. In this masterlist you can find all my works for this series linked under their respective characters. I write for the characters listed but I will make exceptions if requested. Thank you and happy reading!

BILL DENBROUGH

-coming soon!

RICHIE TOZIER

-coming soon!

EDDIE KASPBRAK

-coming soon!

STANLEY URIS

-coming soon!

MIKE HANLON

-coming soon!

BEN HANSCOM

-coming soon!

BEVERLY MARSH

-coming soon!

HENRY BOWERS

-coming soon!

PATRICK HOCKSTETTER

-Infatuated (Patrick x Fem!Reader) (part 1?)

REGINALD "BELCH" HUGGINS

-coming soon!

VICTOR CRISS

-coming soon!

This masterlist along with my others will be updated any time a new fic is dropped or in the process of being worked on.

[southparkisthebestshow]

Patrick hockstetter x feminine reader smut (this is my first time writing smut don't come for me😭🙏🏽)

⚠️AGED UP TO 18!!⚠️

Warnings:Smut,p in v,fingering,not realistic Patrick

Patrick hockstetter POV:

There she was..Y/n L/n the most prettiest girl in town and she was laying right under me whimpering as I rub two fingers in a motion circle around her clit. Her whimpers and moans were like music to my ears "pl-pls pat-patrick I need you in me" I smirk and line my dick up to her entrance. "are you ready?" I say looking up at her, she nods and grabs her cute little pink plushie to muffle her moans as I slowly push in to her. "Oh fuck baby you're sooo tight~" I say going faster and harder her perfect pretty pink nails clenches her plushie "ahh~~o-oh pat-patrick~~" she starts to cum i pull out and cum on her stomach. "Want to take a bath baby?" She looks at me "y-yes pls Patrick" I smile softly finally a genuinely smile going to the bathroom turning it on. I pick her up taking her pink bow hair clip out of her hair putting her in the bath "I love you Patrick..." I look at her shock and I smile "I love you too sugar tits"

I'm sorry. Ik this isn't how Patrick acts but whatever 💀😭🙏🏽

[shifting4fun]

am i or am i not maybe sorta gonna drop a patrick hockstetter x goth!reader?🤭

[ar3-y0u-l0st]

🔪☎️HORROR☎️🔪

[HORROR/SLASHERS]

[CREEPYPASTA]

[SCREAM KILLERS]

[SLENDERVERSE]

[THE BLACK PHONE]

[THE BOWERS GANG]

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[straberrycore]

COMFORT pt.2

Henry bower x soft poc reader

Warning: talk of violence and slurs

(Fluff/kissing/emotional/cringe/anger/ violence/fluffsmut/warmsmut)

Disclaimer: pls do not laugh at this peace of hot garbage I know it's bad so pls be nice this is my first story and if the views are bad then it will be my last thy very much.

“The devil will destroy and kill your spirit and your love for god if you let it”.

“Amen,” my mother shouted in response to what the reverend said.

I was currently in church sitting around in boredom as my ears rang from all the loud cheers and shouts the people in the crowd were letting out.

My sister is so lucky she gets to go to the back with the rest of the kids in Sunday school which is a fun time they never learn anything in there.

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Just as church was over everyone was standing outside it was a hot summer day the only thing cooling everyone off was the amazing breeze passing by.

My parents were still in the church talking to the reverend. Just then I felt something hit me I turned around to see a dirty blonde-haired boy walking to the back of the church.

I followed him and before I could turn the corner a hand grabbed mine and threw me against the church wall.

I then felt something wet on my neck when I opened my eyes it was Henry kissing my neck. He pulled back and looked me in the eyes. “It took forever for you to get out of that fucking church,” Henry said the sound of hunger in his voice

He kissed my lips taking a moment to look at them and then kissing them again. Just as I started to comprehend everything I looked at Henry to see he had another black eye it’s like his third one in 2 months.

I grabbed his head and examined his face. His facial expression got sad like a puppy’s “Why do you keep letting your dad do this to you”

He then backed away a little “What am I supposed to do Y/N he’s my dad “ he said sounding so defeated.

“Exactly he’s your dad he shouldn’t be putting his hands on you” is said grabbing his face with both my hands “ I don’t want to talk about that right now Y/N,” he said pecking my lips.

He had a grasp on my Sunday dress so I already knew what that meant. Henry started getting on his knees as he slowly pulled my thin floral dress up I held some of it up for him as he started to pull my pink lace panties down my legs.

He fully took them off and put them in his pocket after he grabbed my legs and pulled them a bit apart. Giving my already wet cunt a lick I kinda flinched once I felt his warm Tongue between the lips of my Vigina and into my hole.

I felt so dirty knowing that I kinda liked it but also being able to still hear the church people in the front chit-chatting. “You taste so good” Henry mumbled his words seeing as he was face deep in my cunt his mouth soaked in wetness.

“Y/N come on where leaving” I heard my mother yell my eyes shot open as I looked down at Henry to see he was already looking at me. He stood up and pulled my dress down he grabbed my face and kissed my lips again “I’ll see you later” he said.

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“LEAVE IT ALONE Y/N”

Henry slapped me and then yelled at me as he had me pinned to the bed my eyes started to tear up a bit.

Henry was telling me all the horrible things his dad does to him and he was crying so I told him I could go to the reverend at my church and get some help for him and now here we are.

“Say you won’t tell the reverend,” he said I started sobbing as hot tears fell from my eyes like water he slapped me again and started choking me.

“Say you won’t tell that goddamn reverend Y/N”

“……”

“I swear to fucking god Y/N SAY IT”

“I won’t go to the reverend…I’m sorry” I said as I cried even more and could feel my face getting hotter Henry stopped choking me and came down to my face giving me soft kisses all over it and shushing me.

Henry got up and walked out of the room leaving me there I curled up into a ball crying hard feeling my face get hotter.

I guess I fell asleep because when I woke up it was night and I was still in Henry’s room the only thing illuminating it was the moonlight light. my skin felt terrible as the tears I cried dried up on my face and left a trail on my skin.

I got up and walked down the hall to the living room to see Henry in the living room watching TV. “Henry I’m going home now,” I said my voice very low as I put my baby blue sweater back on. I started to look around “Is your dad home”

I asked he looked up at me and shook his head “No he’s working a night shift” Henry said Looking back at the tv. I sat next to him on the couch I put my head on his shoulder watching the TV with him.

“I’m sorry Y/N” Henry said low while still looking at the tv. I sat up and looked at him garbing his face and kissing him softly on his lips. When I looked back at his face he had tears running down his face he then put his arms around me hugging me tightly.

As he hugged me he gave me kisses on my neck “I’m so fucking sorry Y/N please forgive me” he said while still crying and kinda whimpering.

(We love a pathetic man 😫)

It started to get kinda hot as Henry started kissing lower and lower down my body taking my sweater off again and pulling the straps on my dress down my arms until my dress fell to my waist and my chest was exposed.

Henry then took his shirt off moved the blanket that was behind me on the couch and laid me on my back getting on top of me and taking my dress fully off.

I cover my boobs as he took my now white panties off and threw them above my head somewhere. Once he saw me covering myself he moved my hands and started to kiss my chest.

Henry got up and took his pants off then his boxers I stayed silent looking at his already hard dick then up at him it looked to be about 7 inches but it was also thick. The tip was red and his balls hung low.

He then got back on top of me kissing me again I put my hands on his chest stopped him and said “Do you have a condom Henry” he looked at me for a second then he looked around “A condom ?” he asked “ my parents don’t let me take birth control so we’ll have to use a condom Henry. Do you have any around”

It was kinda funny watching him stand in the middle of the living room with his dick just hanging out as he scratched the back of his head trying to think.

He walked out of the living room and when he came back he had a condom in his hands. It was hot watching him open it and slide it on his cock. Henry got back on top of me and slowly started to put it in.

It felt like he was ripping me open so I grabbed his back and held onto him. I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth “goddamn” I heard Henry say as he had a good amount inside of me but that wasn’t all of him. He started to move till I grabbed his shoulders “Wait Henry let me adjust” We stayed like that for a good minute so I could adjust to Henry's dick before he started moving again.

I tapped Henry on the shoulder letting him know he could move. He pulled out slowly then pushed back in slower. It felt like fire was inside of me but slowly it started to feel good.

Henry laid on top of me putting his head on my neck I could feel his breath on my neck and I could feel every single noise he made in my ear

“A little faster Henry” I whisper, once he heard that he picked up the pace and started to move in and out of me faster I could hear him cussing under his breath as he put one hand above my head and the other on top of my right breast As he went faster.

“fuck Henry,” I said as he pushed himself up and started to give me desperate slow hard strokes.

It felt so good I had a lump in my throat and was teary eyed “fuck you feel amazing Y/N” he said with his eyes closed he moved his hand from above my head and moved it as he pulled my left leg up and held it down going deeper in me.

I sat up on my elbows and threw my head back “Right there Henry god” Henry laid on me and put his arms around me in a hug as he stirred his hips giving me deep pathetic humping strokes. “Am I doing good?” he asked

I nodded my head not being able to say anything just taking in the euphoric feeling. “Does it feel good” he breathed out I nodded my head again saying “Mhm”

Henry then pulled out and turned me on my side to face the tv he got behind me and put my leg up then sliding back in me.

It still hurt but when it was fully in it felt amazing again. “Shit Y/N you're so tight,” he said putting his arm under me and grabbing one of my boobs squeezing it like a stress ball “Please fuck me, Henry”

I moaned just from that then again once Henry started to thrust. My leg burned as Henry held it up. I could feel Henry’s balls slapping against my pussy and The sound of him violating my wet cut going in and out so rough and the wetness dripping down on the couch and his ball just the sound of all that filled the room.

If anyone came in on us it would be very obvious what we were doing. Henry let go of my leg and hugged my waist his hand still playing and pulling on my breast as he started to go at a fast pace I started to get a weird feeling in my stomach and as he went faster .

Henry grabbed my neck as he moaned in my ear “fuck I’m sorry for hurting you Y/N I’m so fucking sorry” Henry pleads. With just his words that feeling in my stomach let go and my body felt electric it felt like my pussy had butterflies in it. Henry’s thrust got sloppier and fast yet slow at the same time After that I was spent but with Henry going feral trying to chase his high my already sore cunt was being tortured at that point but it still felt so good.

“I’m so sorry please for gi….ve me……ple…ase”

He said low as his thrust came to a stop yet his hips still twitched forward. He let out a satisfied huff and put one arm under my head and the other over my stomach only to go up and start playing with my breast. Henry laid his head between my neck as we laid on the couch in silence while the “price is right” played in the background and the tv illuminated the living room.

I looked behind me to see Henry fast asleep I got up and put my clothes back on I woke Henry who was half asleep and walked him to his room taking his clothes with him.

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I already had an alibi, so once I got home, my parents did not suspect anything. I went to my room and gathered my things to take a shower.

Once I got out I looked at myself in the mirror to see I had hickeys all over me on my neck and my chest my Breasts were red they had scratches all over them from Henry grabbing them like baseballs.

Everything about me felt different. I didn’t feel the same, and I knew it was because of what I did with Henry.

But I also thought of Henry. I remember the way he looked above me, the way he moved my legs so he could go deeper inside of me, how rough he was how much he moaned, and how he sounded when he moaned.

All of that running through my mind kinda made me HORNY?

I don’t know what that word means too much but my friend said it means “In the mood for something”

And right now I was.

[lavender-vixen]

Patrick with a girl who is just as insane as he is?

"Real, Like Me." (Patrick Hockstetter x Reader)

Patrick likes breaking things. Rules. Locks. People. He likes watching people squirm, likes the way they crack under pressure, how they get all nervous and sweaty when they realize he's not like them. That he's worse.

So when he meets you, when he watches you tilt your head at the sound of a classmate crying, like it's interesting instead of sad...When he watches you hold a lighter under your palm just to see how long you can take it...When you look at him with a sharp, knowing grin, like you already know what he is, because you're the same thing...

Patrick realizes you're not normal either. And shit, that must mean you're real, too. But it's not threatening...it's more of a relief.

Patrick doesn't get scared. Doesn't feel that sharp, tight, gut-punch kind of fear that other people feel when they see something wrong.

But you make his stomach drop in the best way. Because the first time he sees you lose your temper, really lose it, you don't yell. You don't cry. You just smile. And then you do something so much worse. Something even he wouldn't have thought of.

Patrick just stands there, watching, breathless, captivated. And when it's over, when you wipe your hands off like nothing happened, when you turn to him, grinning, waiting for his reaction, Patrick exhales, shakes his head, and mutters. "Jesus Christ, dollface."

Then he kisses you like he's starving for it. It seems like the natural course of action on his part. He doesn't understand what you are, but he knows he's out of his depth until he can figure it out. So it's easier just to put his mouth on yours, biting your lips, fighting with your tongue...anything to feel like he's in control again.

Patrick always needs to be in control. Always. That's just how it is. Except, apparently, not with you.

The first time you're alone together in his room, with the door locked, with his parents out for dinner, it's not like anything he's ever done before. You don't submit. You don't let him take the lead. You match him. Move with him. Push back. Bite just as hard as he does, claw just as deep, moan just as loud, take just as much as you give. Patrick loses it. Because you're straddling him like you own him, like you're trying to break him the way he's broken so many others before you, and it's working.

His hands are shaking, his voice wrecked, breathless, his body trembling beneath yours. And when you lean down, bite his jaw, whisper, "Can't handle it, Hockstetter?"

Patrick just growls, grabs your hips, like it's a challenge, slams you down harder. He tells you to shut the fuck up, and while that might anger most other girls he's been with, you just laugh, rolling your hips deliberately slower, teasing, torturing, wrecking him even more.

That's when he realizes he's in so much trouble.

Patrick doesn't share. Never has, never will. So when some Johnny-Lawrence-looking guy with a popped collar gets too close to you at a party, when he touches your waist, leans in like he's got a shot, Patrick loses his damn mind.

One second, he's leaning against the wall, watching, absently listening to something Vic and Belch are laughing about. The next, he's got the guy by the throat, slamming him into the counter, whispering in his ear.

"She's not yours to touch, man."

The guy chokes, gasps, tries to stammer out an apology. Patrick just frowns. Then he feels your hand on his arm.

"Let's go," you murmur, voice calm, unbothered, like you expected this to happen.

Patrick glances at you. Sees the way you're smirking, watching him with that sharp, knowing glint in your eye. And suddenly, he doesn't care about the guy anymore. Because he has you.

And when you grab his hand, lead him out the door, Patrick finally grins, breathless, obsessed. Because you're the best thing that's ever happened to him. And he's never letting you go.

[dazedvivenne]

REQUEST ARE OPEN!!!

WHO DO I WRITE FOR?

I currently write for

Rafe Cameron

Kevin Khatchadourian

Henry Bowers

Patrick Hockstetter

Donnie Darko

Bill skarsgard (characters + him)

Drew Starkey (+ Any other character of his)

Negan Smith

Tate Langdon

Kit Walker

James Patrick March

Kai Anderson

Kyle Spencer

Darry Jenner

IF you have someone specific in your mind, request it and I will try my best to write it!

WHAT DO I WRITE?

Literally everything, I have to no limits so go crazy.

Please go request something about your favourite character <3

[fuckshitslover]

val's masterlist and rules :)

MY MASTERLIST

FUCKSHIT   -    mid90s

EMMETT CULLEN    -    TWILIGHT SAGA

Coming soon!...

PATRICK HOCKSTETTER     -    IT 2017

Coming soon!...

VANCE HOPPER - THE BLACK PHONE

Coming soon!...

CARL GALLAGHER - SHAMELESS

STEVE HARRINGTON - STRANGER THINGS

Coming soon!...

GALLAVICH DAUGHTER - SHAMELESS

Coming soon!...

GEORGIE COOPER - YOUNG SHELDON

Coming soon!...

RODRICK HEFFLEY - DIARY OF A WIMPY KID

Coming soon!...

OTHER CHARACTERS

None yet!...

RULES

I will do NSFW, though i’m not sure i’m very good at it. I will write for any character on this list, and if you happen to request one that i know, ill see if i can write for them! I don't write male!readers, and i will default to fem!reader unless said to be gender neutral. I will update my masterlist when i make a new work, and FEEL FREE TO REQUEST! I do go to school, so ill probably be a bit short on time but ill try my best to do anything i;m interested it whenever i can! I am an ADD bisexual female, so i will say the f slur if necessary, and i will try to refrain from, but if there is a line that says the r slur, i might refer to it. None of my work is meant to offend anyone, it is purely for fun. Ill try my best to respond to constructive criticism, but if you're rude, you'll get blocked 🙂

[onthelowrise]

does anybody remember a patrick hockstetter x reader series where the reader was living with him and working at a school or something? I remember I commented on it but I can’t find it in my likes anymore idk if they deleted it but it was so good pls

[bjdprettyyy]

The Silent Game

Summary: A boy who's notorious for his unsettling silence and strange behavior forms an unlikely friendship with a cheerful, trusting girl who is too pure for her own good. The boy silently observes her life, pushing her boundaries slowly and subtly, to see how much control he can gain over her. As she gets drawn deeper into his twisted game, she struggles to keep her innocence intact.

lil sneak peak😛

sorry to my 9 followers for not posting for months

pls forgive me