#richie kirsch x plus size reader

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Safe

Richie Kirsch x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2816 words

Warnings: the reader gets stabbed, fandom-typical violence, romanticizing a known serial killer

Summary: Richie “saves” the reader from Ghostface, and she doesn’t want to leave his side after that.

@armyangxls​​ requested this forever ago, and I just got around to finishing it. I hope you enjoy it darling!

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You almost didn’t believe it.

Not that you had been attacked. You had sort of figured that at some point or another, you would end up on the chopping block due to your close proximity to Sam Carpenter, your best friend.

What you couldn’t believe was that you survived the encounter.

By some miracle, or more accurately by Richie Kirsch, you were still breathing even after coming face to face with that fucking ghost mask.

He had saved you, and even more impressively, he was made it out too. He had survived and so had you, with little more than a flesh wound to speak of.

It wasn’t bad, considering how it could have gone. Still, that didn’t make the whole being stabbed in the side hurt any less.

It hurt like a bitch.

“Hey, it’s okay. You’re going to be okay” Richie cooed, trying his best to be comforting in the aftermath of what you’d just gone through.

You tried your best not to scoff at that, finding it hard to be positive with a stab wound leaking all over the floor.

The only thing that kept you quiet, really, was the knowledge that he had just tried to take on a masked serial killer for no other reason than to save your life, and he didn’t deserve any attitude.

Even if he wanted to say stupid things like that.

“I can’t believe I got fucking stabbed” you groaned, resting your head back against the cabinet and letting out a huffy breath.

Richie hummed at that, only half paying attention as he took in the scene in front of him. Honestly, he couldn’t believe you got stabbed either, considering it hadn’t actually been part of the plan.

Not that he could tell you that.

It wouldn’t bring you any comfort now.

“How bad is it?” you wondered, not entirely sure if you wanted to know, but doing your best to say something, anything that would fill the empty space between you.

You were flushed, and panting but if you asked Richie, you still looked pretty…in a just-got-attacked-by-a-serial-killer kind of way.

Though, considering you didn’t ask him, he chose to keep that little fact to himself. Instead, he forced himself to grimace as he glanced down at where the blade had pierced your flesh.

There was a lot of blood, and from this angle, he couldn’t even really tell how bad the killer had gotten you.

So, after a careful glance back at your face, he decided to just tell you that. “I’m going to look at it, okay?”

With careful hands, he lifted what he could of your bloodied t-shirt to take a look at the damage Ghostface had managed to do before he showed up.

It wasn’t pretty.

The soft skin of your midsection was marred, and you were sure to have a pretty gnarly scar once they stitched you up. Thankfully though, it didn’t look too deep and he was sure you’d live.

Richie was a lot of things, but a doctor was not one of them.

All he could tell was that the bleeding wasn’t too bad, a steady trickle more than a gush, which meant that you would recover. He might not know much about surviving stab wounds, but he knew enough to know that you weren’t dying.

He would definitely know if you were dying.

“So, what’s the verdict, Doc?” you questioned, trying to laugh though it was cut short with a hiss as his fingers met the hole in your abdomen.

You weren’t sure what he was doing, but considering it was either trust Richie or bleed out on the floor, you kept your mouth shut.

“You got stabbed,” he laughed, his eyes not meeting yours as he focused on the task at hand. Using the hole in your shirt as leverage to tear the bottom part off, he started, doing his best to pack the wound with some of the cotton.

It wasn’t pretty, but all things considered, that couldn’t have been the furthest thing from your mind.

Maybe under different circumstances, you may have blushed or attempted to tug the edges of your shirt down further to cover the exposed pudge of your lower stomach but that seemed silly now.

Besides, Richie didn’t even seem phased at the appearance of your usually hidden skin, much less disturbed by it.

“Good news is, we’re already in a hospital” he teased, his eyes flicking back up to you for a second, a smirk playing on his lips as he attempted to joke with you, just to make sure you caught it.

You smiled, a small nod letting him know that you both got his joke and appreciated his attempt to make light of the situation.

Getting stabbed hadn’t been on your to-do list, but it seemed that if it had to happen, you could do a lot worse in terms of first responders than Richie.

“Aright. What do you say we get you some help, huh?” he suggested, standing from where he’d been, kneeling over your crumbled frame and offering you a hand.

It was going to hurt, standing up, but there wasn’t exactly a good way to get around it. So, you bit the inside of your cheek and pushed through the screaming of your abdomen until you were on your feet.

Richie held you there until you were ready to take a step and even then, he didn’t let go of the hold he had on you, his arm secured around your back.

This hadn’t been part of the plan, and it certainly wasn’t in his script, but it certainly couldn’t hurt.

After all, everybody loved a little bit of romance with their gore, and a pretty girl on his arm could only make him more likable in the end. It was a win-win, as long as you healed up well enough to make all those public appearances with him when everything was said and done.

~

The doctors made quick work of the wound you were sporting.

After Tara, they knew exactly what they were dealing with and your injuries were nowhere near as severe, so they were done relatively quickly. Of course, that didn’t mean that you could go home.

You had to spend at least a couple of days under observation, just to make sure the knife hadn’t caused more serious complications, or knicked something internally that they hadn’t caught yet.

Which was just fantastic.

You had almost been butchered a few floors down, but somehow you were supposed to feel safe sleeping here all alone? Hardly.

“You awake in there?”

The sound of Richie’s voice from behind the closed door startled you from your brooding, and you couldn’t help the smile that bloomed on your face as you thought about seeing him again.

He had saved your life, after all.

“Yeah, come on in” you called, confirming that you were, in fact, awake and more than willing to have a visitor.

Your parents weren’t going to be able to make it, and with them out of the picture, you were pretty much looking at a weekend here all by yourself. Staring at the ceiling tiles was entertaining, but somehow you thought actual conversation with another human would top it.

Richie did as you suggested, careful to close the door gently behind him. The doctors told you he waited the entire time you were in surgery, but when you woke up, he was gone.

Evidently, getting some stitches of his own.

You winced as you took notice of his bandaged forearm, “Did they do a good job getting you patched up?” you wondered, thinking back to the moment he’d burst into the room and saved you from certain death.

It felt like a dream now, but the sharp pain still radiating in your side confirmed it was real. You had almost been butchered downstairs, and had Richie not shown up, you wouldn’t have been here at all.

The sequence of events had been coming back to you more and more as you sat here, trying to put it all together in your head.

You had gotten a text from Amber asking you to meet her in Tara’s room and assuming the worst, you headed that way.

At some point in your journey, the killer had come at you from the back and knocked you from your feet, resulting in you both hitting your head and ultimately getting stabbed, when you rolled over to fend off another blow.

You didn’t even realize you’d been stabbed at first.

It wasn’t until Richie came rushing into the hospital room and drew Ghostface’s attention away from you that you noticed the blood pooling around you.

Your hand slipped in the crimson when you went to stand, and you fell back to the tile floor. That was where you were when he screamed, the killer’s blade slicing clean through the skin of his left arm.

It wasn’t a terrible injury, all things considered, but you still couldn’t believe that he’d just done that. That he’d gone out of his way to put himself between the killer and you, someone he’d only met a few days prior.

“I think so. What about you?” Richie wondered, not bothered by your faraway look as he moved to sit down beside your bed in the visitor's chair.

He had a little bit of experience with wounds like yours, but he was never putting them back together more than he was making them worse.

You nodded in reply, watching as he filled one of the paper cups on your side table with water, and offered it to you, in a gesture far more caring than you ever would have imagined from him.

Though, after today, it would seem that you had been too quick to judge him. Richie had to be a good guy, or else he wouldn’t still be here.

“Are you headed home?” you asked, trying to make small talk as you finished up with your water and handed it back to him.

You couldn’t imagine anyone willingly spending time here if they didn’t have to, and considering that he was up and around, you figured that meant he was probably on his way out.

Just checking in before he went out to Sam again.

“I have a little time, you know if you’re lonely” Richie shrugged, a little too quickly to be considered casual though you didn’t really catch it. All you heard was that you didn’t have to be alone for a little while longer.

Which, after everything that had happened today, felt like a wave of relief washing over you.

“We can watch Stab 5. It’s on Netflix, and trust me, it’s the best one” he assured, not even giving you a chance to reply before pulling out his phone and searching for title in question happily.

You may not have known how deep his love for the franchise went, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t enjoy a movie together regardless.

“You don’t think that’s a little morbid? Y’know, with Ghostface running around” you countered, immediately forcing Richie to rethink his whole plan. If you didn’t like these movies, you really weren’t going to like the rest of his movie.

Though, as soon as he met your gaze, he melted again.

You were messing with him.

Even though you were tired and recovering from a pretty nasty wound, you had this soft smirk on your face that told Richie everything he needed to know.

“Don’t be scared. I already proved I can protect you, didn’t I?” he grinned, pressing play and listening as the opening score met his ears, after scooting his chair closer to where you were laying so you could enjoy it too.

You two stayed like that for a while, not really saying much to one another, aside from the occasional muttering of facts or repeating of lines from Richie when his favorite parts would flash across the screen.

It was nice.

It had been a while since you had been able to just enjoy sharing space with another person, and you never would have guessed you’d find that with someone like Richie.

Not that you could deny it.

He was different than you thought, and for once, that seemed like it was a good thing.

You smiled, thinking back to the way you’d refused his handshake the first time he’d introduced himself. He just seemed too nice, and too put together, that kind of thing always put you on edge.

Richie caught sight of your soft expression from the corner of his eye, the movie forgotten now as the end credits rolled. He started to say something, to ask what you were thinking about or how you liked the movie, but he never got the chance.

Before he could even consider what he wanted to ask, a bell chimed through the hospital letting you both know that it was nearly 8 pm.

It was time for him to go home.

…and time for you to accept your fate.

Richie was the first to speak, breaking the silence between you as he stood from his chair, moving it back to its original position. “I guess I should get ready to go”

He spoke slowly, like it was his turn to be lost in thought, contemplating whether or not he should really leave you here all alone.

The entire time he’d been here, no one else had called or texted to check on you. It seemed like you were completely alone, and he didn’t really want to just abandon you here.

“Yeah, you should go home, get some sleep” you agreed, not even trying to hide the disappointment in your tone.

You needed to get ahold of yourself.

This was your best friend’s boyfriend, and just because he saved your life from a serial killer, packed your wound with his bare hands, and then spent the evening keeping you company didn’t mean there was anything between you.

There couldn’t be.

Again, Richie faltered, clearly not ready to go but not able to come up with a good enough reason to stay either.

It felt like there was something else to say like the right words were right there on the tip of his tongue and his brain just couldn’t access them.

“Okay, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow then” this time, the words came out more resigned, sort of how a huffy child would react after being put in time-out.

Wordlessly, he gathered his things and headed toward the door, looking back at you only once before pulling it open, intent on taking his leave.

Fuck it.

“Hey Rich,” you called, watching as he jolted back at the sound of your voice, too much hope and expectation evident on his face. “Will you stay with me?”

Your voice was far sweeter than you’d ever heard before as you practically pleaded with him not to leave, ignoring the nagging pain in your side as you shifted toward where he was standing.

Visiting hours were over, or at least, coming to an end.

Luckily, since you didn’t really have much family to speak of and no one else had come to visit, it wasn’t like he’d have any competition for your overnight visitor's slot.

If he wanted it, that was.

The second you spoke, you wondered if you’d made a mistake. That was a pretty bold move, and no matter how much you ignored the facts, he was currently taken which added a layer of complexity.

So far, you hadn’t actually done anything wrong by Sam, but you were certainly in the grey area.

“You can if you want, I mean, I’d feel better if I wasn’t alone” you added, hoping that this wasn’t too much pressure all at once. He’d already saved your life today, so you could understand if he wasn’t exactly looking for anything else.

It wasn’t as if you could expect more than that.

Still, any resistance that may have been there washed away as soon as you offered, and Richie grinned. As if he was going to actually turn down a chance to spend more time with you.

“Yeah, I can do that” he decided, almost all at once. “We can watch 6 and 7 too, so you can tell me which one you like best”

You knew it was wrong, to want his attention as much as you did, but right now, you couldn’t bring yourself to care. You had nearly been butchered earlier and the only thing that saved you was Richie.

So, if you wanted to keep him by your side a little longer, you doubted anyone would blame you for that.

Besides, Right now, Richie was the only person you knew for sure could be trusted and you needed to know you were safe.

Even if only for one more night.

[mutual-monsters]

tobe's 2024 kinktober masterlist

hey! i know i have been gone for a long time (it’s kind of a long story– fanfiction writer’s curse, y’know?) but i kinda thought that if i tried kinktober it might help me start writing again. I’m really sorry because i feel like i’ve let you guys down. I’m sorry for disappearing and not posting. i hope you guys can understand.

i’m (obviously) not gonna write for ever day, but i do want to try to write for a handful of them. i’ll have some dates listed below. i hope i can make all of them, but try not to be upset if a miss a couple. 

some of the days will be headcannons (highlighted in green) and some of them will be short oneshots (highlighted in purple). i’ll try to give names to the oneshots as the come out.

also, i tried to pick some characters that are new to my blog, partially as a challenge to me, and also because i’ve had a lot of ideas since the last time i posted. 

this event, along with my entire blog, is 18+.

October 11– dumbification & degradation + ransom drysdale 

October 12 15 – handjob & mask + richie kirsch

October 18 – praise + mickey altieri

October 19 – hypnosis + beetlejuice

October 25 – corruption + gideon graves

October 26 – breeding + bucky barnes

October 31 –  wet dreams & mind control (via cilil on tumblr) + dark!charles xavier

[armyangxls]

Online Friends

Richie Kirsch x Plus Size Reader

Warning(s) : Scream(2022) spoilers, Swearing

Word count : 3151 words

Summary : Reader is online friends with Richie and they were with Tara when she was attacked. they spend time with Richie at the hospital, fluff follows after.

(Note : “reader” is 19)

You were currently calling Richie your online friend of 6 months.

“Helllooo!” You said, when he answered the call.

“Hey!” Richie said.

“Whatcha doing?” You asked.

“I was just rewatching all the Stab movies.” He said.

“Of course you are.” You said, laughing.

“What are you doing?” He asked.

“I was making an edit of Tiffany Valentine.” You said

“Tiffany Valentine is hot!” He said.

“No literally, she is hot!” You said.

“Wanna play twenty questions with facts about ourselves?” You asked.

“You love playing that game, don’t you? And yeah!” He said.

“Yeah, it’s one of the only ways I know how to continue conversations sometimes, and right after I saw Halloween 2018 I looked up Michael Myers fanfictions.”

“The fuck? Sweetie, I don’t think that’s a normal response after seeing old crusty murderers is to look up fanfictions of them.” He said, laughing.

“But we’re not normal people.” You said, laughing.

“Definitely fucking not!” He said.

“Umm my favorite song at the moment is ’What U Call That’ by Chase Atlantic!” He said.

“I love that song!” You said.

“Creepypasta was one of my first fandoms, I read a lot of very weird Jeff the Killer fanfictions.“ You said.

“That is very on brand for you!” He said.

~

*2 weeks later*

The night before you spent it getting stabbed in the stomach, thrown into the counter, all the while trying to protect your friend Tara from ghostface and through it all somehow twisting and spraining your ankle.

You were currently sitting in your hospital bed.

Mindy and Chad sat in chairs in front of your hospital bed, Wes sat down on your bed beside your legs, and Amber crouched beside Tara’s bed.

“So was Ghostface like the one in the movies?” Mindy asked.

“What the hell, Mindy?” Amber asked.

“I was just asking.” Mindy said.

“They were, but they were even more violent and terrifying than the movies.” You said, shuddering at the memories of the night before.

“I-“ Mindy said, getting Interrupted by the door to your room opening, Sam and her friend walked in.

Chad, Mindy, and Amber stood up.

“How you feeling?” Sam said to Tara, walking towards her, resting her hand on Tara’s arm.

“You came.” Tara said to Sam.

“Of course, I came.” “This is my friend Richie.” Sam said.

“So nice to meet you, and I’m so sorry if I’m intruding.” Richie said to Tara.

“Nice to meet you too.” Tara said to Richie.

Sam hugged Chad, Mindy, and Wes. “Hi.” Wes said.

“Hi.” Sam said.

“Thank you for calling.” Sam said.

“Of course.” Wes said

“Look at your hair!” Sam said, ruffling his hair.

“I like it.” She said.

“Hi.” You said.

“Hi.” Sam said, hugging you.

“How are you?” She said. “I’m okay.” You said.

“These are Chad and Mindy the twins, and Wes, I used to babysit them all.” Sam said to Richie.

“This is how I always like to be introduced.” Wes said jokingly, You giggled.

“And Y/N!” Sam said, you waved at Richie.

“Y/N?” Richie asked. “Richie?” You said in surprise, finally recognizing him as your online friend.

“You know each other?” Tara and Sam said in unison.

Richie walked over to the side of your hospital bed

“Yeah, we’re online friends!” You said, smiling.

“Is it okay if I hug you?” He asked.

“Of course!” You said, holding out your arms to him, he wrapped his arms around you being weary of your injuries. You hugged him tightly as much as your injuries let you, The feeling of comfort flowed through you both.

You slowly pulled apart, He stood up straight, grabbing your hand, and gently squeezed it for comfort.

“Well this is Richie, my best friend but not enough of one to tell me about his amazing online friend.” Sam said jokingly, Richie awkwardly waved to your friends.

“Well, you never asked.” Richie joked, Sam jokily rolled her eyes.

“And Amber, hey!” Sam said.

“Hi, nice to see you.” Amber said.

“Where’s mom?” Sam asked Tara.

“She’s stuck at a conference in London, she called me earlier!” Tara said.

“Yeah, for all of ten minutes.” Amber said.

“Uh Guys umm Tara’s really tired, maybe we should give her some space.” Amber said.

“Yeah!” Chad and Wes said, walking out.

Sam started walking out.

“Not you Sam!” Tara said.

Sam turned back around. “I want you to stay.” Tara said

“Okay!” Sam said.

“The rest!” Chad said.

“Yeah!” Mindy said, nodding her head. “Yeah.” Wes said, nodding.

“If it’s okay with you I could sleep here tonight.” Sam said.

“I would really like that.” Tara said.

“Okay.” Sam said.

“Do you have your extra inhaler?” Amber asked Tara.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine.” Tara said to her.

“Okay.” Amber said, grabbing her bag and walking out.

“Uh hey, I’ll just be right outside.” Richie said to Sam.

“Thank you.” Sam said, Richie started to walk out of the room.

“Do you want me to leave the room also?” You asked Sam.

“If you don’t mind.” Sam said, smiling softly.

“Yeah, of course, I just kinda need help with the wheelchair and all.” You said awkwardly.

“I can help you.” Richie said, grabbing the wheelchair beside your bed near the window.

He rolled it to the other side of your hospital bed, he grabbed your hand helping you out of the bed making sure you didn’t fall. You limped to the wheelchair, sitting down. “You okay?” He asked you. “Yeah.” You said

“Thank you.” Sam and Tara said to you.

“Of course!” You said, as Richie pushed your wheelchair out of the room to the hospital waiting room.

~

“You’re you.” He said, entering the hospital waiting room.

“Yeah, I think!” You joked.

“And I’m me.” He said.

“I’d hoped you were, I watch too much ‘Catfish’ to get catfished, it would be overly embarrassing.” You said.

“You’re tall!” You said.

“And you’re short!” He said walking over to the coffee machine.

“So how long have you and Sam been friends?” You asked

“Like 7 months.” He said sitting down beside you at the table

“How long have you and Tara been friends?” He asked.

“A few years.” You said.

~

“I was just about to text you before you and Sam came in. About why I didn’t respond to you last night , I was too busy getting stabbed.” You said.

“I’m so sorry you went through that.” He said. tears welled up in your eyes.

“You okay?” He said, grabbing your hand gently squeezing it.

“Yeah, my eyes are just watering.” You lied.

A loud clang sounds through the room.

You jumped in your wheelchair, looking in the direction of the sound you saw a woman picking up a soda can,

you sighed. Tears started streaming down your face, you looked back over at Richie.

“I was so fucking scared, they almost stabbed me right in the heart, Richie.” You said tears rushing down your face.

“Awh Y/N/N, come here.” He said, pulling your wheelchair closer to his chair. He wrapped his arms around you, hugging you. You rested your head on his shoulder and hugged him back. He rubbed designs on your back.

You both pulled apart from the hug.

“So how did you and Sam meet?” You asked.

“At our job.” He said.

“Oh cool! I’ve never asked, where do you work?” You asked.

“At a bowling alley.“ He said.

“Oh awesome, I love bowling! But Last time I went bowling, I accidentally threw the ball, almost breaking the floor.” You said.

“Maybe, we can go bowling sometime together. I can help you not throw the ball across the room.” He said, laughing.

“Yeah.” You said, smiling.

“You remember the first time we fell asleep on the phone?” You asked.

“Yeah!” He said. “And you said my snoring woke you up. you’re so nice!” He said.

“Yeah and it was the truth, your loud ass snoring did wake me up!” You said

“And I love your cute morning voice.” You mumbled.

“What?” He asked.

“Nothing!” You said.

“Okay… Do you think they’re done talking?” He asked.

“I don’t know, I hope they haven’t teared each other’s hair out.” You jokingly said.

“Yeah, we should probably go check on them.” He said.

“Yeah!” You said.

~

Richie opened the door to your room, You rolled your wheelchair into the room and Richie entered the room after you.

Sam sat in a chair beside Tara’s bed.

“Hey Y/N, Richie.” Sam said to you both.

“Hey.” Richie said to her

“Hi!” You said to her, you roll the wheelchair to your bed, getting up and limping into bed.

“Richie, do you have the keys to the car? I forgot something in the car. ” Sam asked him.

“Yeah, and I’ll come with you.” Richie said, They both walked out of the room.

“So what’s the deal with you and Richie?” Tara asked.

“What do you mean?” You asked, playing innocent.

“You know what I mean, I know that look that innocent doh look that ‘I’m gonna dramatically fall over, just to get their attention’ look.” She said.

“What I- fine, I like him, I’ve liked him since I started talking to him.” You said,

“And I thought I had daddy issues, you like any older guy you see.” Tara said, you gasped.

“What? It’s the truth.” She said.

“What’s with the brutal honesty?” You asked, laughing.

“I guess the brutal near death experience brought it out.” She said, smiling.

~

Sam and Richie walked into the room.

“Hey!” Richie said, sitting down in the chair beside your bed.

“Hi!” You said,

“Y/N I need to tell you something.”

“What?” You asked, with a questioning look.

”I'd take you to the movies, but they don't allow snacks.” He said.

“Richie, what the fuck?” You said laughing, you felt your face heating up.

“Wait, I have another one. If your love is Crystal Lake then I'm Jason Voorhees. Cause I'm drowning in it.” He said, smirking.

“I really need to stop talking to you.” You said.

“Why?” He asked, arching his eyebrow.

“You’re making me laugh, which is making my stab wound hurt.” You said, smiling.

“You always love telling pick up lines, uh?” You said.

“Well, are they working?” He asked, smirking.

“What?” You asked.

“What?” He asked.

~

You yawned.

“You should get some rest.” Richie said.

You always thought sleeping in a hospital would be eery and creepy, but sleeping in a hospital while a murderer is on the loose, absolutely terrified you. And the beeping of the random machines in surrounding rooms definitely didn’t help your nerves.

“I’ll be right here, you’ll be okay.” He said, softly grabbing your hand, squeezing it, and letting it go.

You fully laid down, pushing a button on the remote of the bed to adjust the bed, turning to the side facing Richie. You gently grabbed his hand, holding each other’s hands, he caressed the back of yours.

You slowly fell asleep.

~

You slowly woke up opening your eyes, noticing Richie was watching something on his phone. you adjusted the bed and fully sat up.

“Whatcha watching?” You asked Richie.

He took his headphones out of his ears

“Uh?” He asked. “I was just wondering what you were watching.” You said.

“Stab.” He said. “Oh.” You said. “I uh gotta know what to expect if ghostface tries to attack me.” He said “Yeah.” You said as he sat down on your bed beside your legs.

“They sure did a number on you.” He said, in a sad tone.

“Yeah, I look amazing.” You said flipping your hair jokily.

“You do, you look beautiful, I just wish you didn’t have that giant bruise on your face because of that stupid ghostface.” He said, cupping your cheek, he stared into your eyes, they were like twinkling shining stars.

“Whaat? Did you mean that platonically or romantically? I truly don’t know how to tell the difference.”

“I-“ He said, getting interpreted by Sam waking up and gasping.

“Hey, you okay?” Richie asked Sam, taking his hand off your cheek. You both look at Sam.

“Yeah, just a bad dream.” Sam said.

“I’m gonna go find something to eat.” Sam said, getting out of her chair.

“Yeah, okay!” Richie said to her, as Sam left the room.

You grabbed your phone from the table between Tara’s bed and yours and scrolled through your phone not paying attention as Richie leaves the room.

Suddenly You heard Sam screaming.

~

“I’ve got a body outside a bar on main and then you get attacked here.” Sheriff Judy said to Sam.

“You said the call came from Amber’s number?” Judy asked.

“So? We know he called from my phone, before when he attacked Tara.” Amber said standing beside Tara’s bed and Sam stood on the other side of Tara’s bed.

“Or! And um I’m just spitballing here, you’re the killer.” Richie said to Amber, he was sitting on your bed beside your legs.

“And where were you when all this happened?” Judy asked Richie.

“I was… watching Netflix.” Richie said

“Ooh yeah, super solid alibi bro!” Amber said.

“So, where were you?” Richie asked her.

“I was questioning Amber and her friends at the sheriff's station.” Judy said.

“Yeah, I came as soon as I heard. But you know the Netflix alibi is good too.” Amber said.

“Both of you stop it!” Judy said

“They’re gonna put more cops on their room right?” Sam asked Judy.

“Yes, and I can move you to a private floor. Deputy Vincent knows what he’s doing, you’ll be safe.” Judy said.

“Like we’ve been so far?” Sam remarked.

“Samantha, let’s step outside.” Judy said, opening the door and walking out of the room with Sam closing the door after them.

~

Sam opens the door and walks into the room.

“Well, she remains a delight.” She said.

“You okay?” Tara asks Sam.

“Umm would you mind giving us a second, I need to talk to Tara.”

“Come on Netflix and Tumblr, let’s go!” Amber said, walking to the door. Richie helped you in the wheelchair, you rolled out of the room Richie walked behind you, Sam shut the door behind you both.

~

You rolled down the hallway with Amber walking beside you.

“Netflix or should I say your secret boyfriend over there seems really suspicious, maybe you should listen to that saying ‘stranger danger’.” Amber said, you rolled your eyes.

“He’s not a stranger Amber, I’ve known him longer than I’ve known you.” You said.

“Sure, but I guess you never truly know someone.” She said, turning around and walked away.

“Bitch what the fuck?” You thought.

~

You rolled around the hallway for a while, until you heard the door to your room open and shut close. you turned your wheelchair around and you saw Sam crying and Richie walking to her.

You rolled your wheelchair to your room, opened the door and rolled into the room, and closed the door. Entering the room you saw Tara bawling her eyes out.

“Is everything okay? What happened?” You asked her

“I don’t wanna talk right now.” Tara said, looking up at you.

“Okay, but just know you can talk to me about anything and at any time.” You said, softly smiling at her.

“I know, thank you Y/N/N.” Tara said, softly smiling at you.

“I love you.” You said to her

“I love you too.” Tara said.

~

{Sam and Richie conversation outside the room.}

“I’m gonna go to the hotel until morning because Tara hates my guts right now.” Sam

“I’ll stay here with y/n, are you gonna be okay alone?” Richie asked.

“Yeah, of course just please keep Tara and Y/N safe, make sure nothing happens to them. And I’ll pick you up in the morning, so we can go talk to him.” Sam said.

“I will! See you in the morning, stay safe!” Richie said.

~

“Hi!” Richie said to you, walking into the room.

“Hi!” You said softly. He sat in the chair beside your bed..

“What were we talking about before everything? Oh yeah, I was saying that I meant that romantically, what do you feel about that?” He said, smirking.

“I feel the same way I think you’re beautiful too I-, Actually yeah fuck gender norms men are beautiful, you’re beautiful!”

“I- what am I even saying I-“ You said getting interrupted by Richie cupping your cheeks with his hands.

“Wanna kiss?” He asked, smirking.

You eagerly nodded, not trusting your mouth to say anything that would make any sense.

Your lips met his, your mind racing yet so empty of thoughts. The feeling of comfort and love flowed through both of you, You both apart from the kiss and you rested forehead your on his.

~

“Wanna watch ’Are You Afraid of The Dark?’ ? I know it’s one of your comfort shows.“ He asked, standing up and sitting next to you on the bed.

“You remembered?” You asked.

“Of course, I even remember that you had a crush on-“

He said and You covered his mouth with your hand.

“No just no.” You said. “And sure! I would love to.” You said, smiling and removed your hand from his mouth.

He grabbed his phone from his pocket, putting the show on.

“Cuddles?” He asked.

“Yesss, I thought you would never ask!” You said jokingly, he wrapped his arm around your plush waist.

~

“I love your curls, they’re so pretty and soft!” You said, running your fingers through his hair, his hair as soft as a cloud.

He kissed your forehead, cheeks, then your lips

“You’re so lovely.” He said, smiling.

“Thanks.” You said, softly smiling

“You’re lovely too.” You said.

~

You rested your head on his shoulder, absorbing the moment. The sound of the show, his soft flannel against your cheek, and his hand around your waist.

He removed his hand from around your waist and reached over to the remote on the other side of you, accidentally pushing his arm into your wound on your stomach.

“Ow!” You gasped as pain rushed through you.

“I’m so so sorry! Are you okay?” He asked.

“Yeah, it’s just sore. Why didn’t you just ask me for the remote?”

“I thought you were asleep!” He said,

“I wasn’t, I was more absorbed in the moment.” You said, smiling.

“Are you ready to go to sleep?” He asked.

“Yeah, you promise you’ll stay by my side all night?” You said, pushing the button on the remote adjusting the bed.

“I promise.” He said, fully laying down. Turning on his side facing you, putting his arm around your plush stomach.

“Goodnight Richie.” You softly said.

“Goodnight Y/N/N.” He softly said, kissing your cheek.

Note(s) : I hope you guys like the fanfic!!

Richie is my bf!!

Scream taglist : @kennaomalley + @switchbladesconspiracy @ouijaboardemo @agustdeeyaa @forfeityourbugs @m4rlique @futuristicpiepsychicalmond

[f1nalboys]

Billy, Stu, Mickey, Roman, Ritchie, Poly!Ghostface

(here is the masterlist for the other scream characters I write for)

POLY!GHOSTFACE

-the ending (poly!ghostface x gn!reader, angst) masterlist

-toxic!poly!ghostface x gn!reader, nsfw (req)

-poly!ghostface x gn!reader, toxic relationship (req)

-poly!ghostface x afab!fem!reader, general nsfw hc’s (req)

-poly!ghostface masturbation instructions, nsfw

-reacting to signs of abuse in child!reader (req)

-yes or no: pegging

-overstimulation, 5 sentence ficlet (req)

-cockwarming, 5 sentence ficlet (req)

-sweater (billy x stu ; angst)

-perks of being sick (gn!reader, fluff)

-fucked up kiss prompt #9

-random billy and stu hc’s

-answer the phone, angst to fluff (req)

-poly!ghostface x bimbo!reader, nsfw (req)

-dark!reader wanting to join, nsfw (req)

-gun + knife play ; gn!reader (req)

-dating reader who has a southern accent

-new traditions

-poly!ghostface x nerd!gn!reader (req)

BILLY LOOMIS

-breaking up with them hc’s (req)

-reader who stims (req)

-general nsfw hc’s (req)

-short term vs long term gf (req)

-nsfw alphabet (req)

-billy loomis x reader hooking up during a party, nsfw

-love language part 1

-eating pussy, 5 sentence ficlet (req)

-misogynistic billy, 5 sentence ficlet (req)

-misogynistic!billy x afab!reader (req)

-billy getting blindsided by love at first sight (req)

-fucked up kiss prompt #7

-fucked up kiss prompt #1

-phone sex (billy x fem!afab!reader , nsfw)

-billy x pregnant!reader (req)

-reaction to falling in love (req)

-period sex with slashers (req)

-billys reaction to being called mushy pet names (req)

-ode to valentines (billy x gn!reader)

-perfect (plus sized!billy x gn!reader, fluff)

-kissing prompt 9

-kissing prompt 19

-kissing prompt 27

-pretty when you cry; dracryphilia!billy x gn!reader, nsfw (req)

-jealous yandere prompt ; billy x fem!reader (req)

-randy and billys gf cucking billy ; randy x fem!afab!reader x billy ; nsfw (req)

STU MACHER

-breaking up with them hc’s (req)

-stu x short!girlfriend (req)

-stu macher cockwarming hc’s, nsfw (req)

-general nsfw hc’s (req)

-stalking military future s/o (req)

-love language part 1

-s/o with bad anxiety (req)

-fucked up kiss prompt #20

-fucked up kiss prompt #1

-cuck (randy meeks x fem!afab!reader x stu, nsfw) part 1

-reaction to falling in love (req)

-period sex with slashers (req)

-watching (stu x fem!afab!reader x a voyeuristic billy, nsfw)

-kissing prompt 18

-kissing prompt 15

-nsfw alphabet (req)

MICKEY ALTIERI

-reaction to falling in love (req)

-halloween headcanons (req)

-period sex with slashers (req)

-costume (mickey altieri x fem!afab!reader, nsfw)

-kissing prompt 45

-b, c, m nsfw headcanons (req)

RICHIE KIRSCH

WAYNE BAILEY

-pathetic ; wayne x gn!reader ; nsfw

SAMANTHA CARPENTER

[mutual-monsters]

kinktober ‘24: movie night

Pairing: Richie Kirsch x gn!reader

TW: Stalking, could be perceived as dubcon but not intended to be dubcon, pet names, masturbation (m), (mild) predator/prey, play fighting, the costume stays on™, (mild) teasing 

MINORS DNI !!! 🔞

Word count: 632

A/N: Sorry for posting late lol, it has not been easy lately! I know I’m pretty much the prince of run-on sentences, so watch out for those in this! I did get a little carried away with this so I’m sorry about that (I hope you guys like it tho)

Kinktober 2024

The phone rings. Although you knew this would happen, it still startles you, causing you to throw the remote in your hand. You swipe to answer the call and search for the remote to pause the movie on your television set.

“Hello?” You answer, shifting in your seat, as a feeling of unease surrounds you.

“Hello, sweetheart. Big fan of mine?” 

You freeze. There is something off. It’s as if all of a sudden, you can feel eyes on you. You turn, feeling exposed.

“How do you mean?”

“You’re watching my movie. Stab 2, right? God, what a classic. It’s gotta be in my top three for the franchise. You picked a hell of a movie.”

Your heart jumps into your throat. The feeling of being exposed takes you over. You race to close your curtains but just as you reach them he interrupts you.

“I doubt that’s gonna do anything to save you.”

You turn around, realizing the voice is no longer on the phone, but instead in your kitchen, more specifically, behind you.

And, sure as he said, it’s him. Someone in a fucking Ghostface outfit, and not a cheaply made one from the costume store, either– a nice, handmade one that must’ve cost your intruder serious money. You both just stare at each other for a moment, seconds feeling like hours as you gaze into the gaping black holes of the mask on his head. Finally, he cocks his head, inviting you to make your move. 

You dart towards your back door and begin sprinting at a pace you didn’t think possible. Closer, as hope swells in your chest, with the door almost in arm's length, he pins you against the wall. You think for a moment, before taking your leg and knocking him down, toppling you both to the ground. 

With you both on the floor, you take a moment to admire him and watch as his chest heaves as he catches his breath, your eyes fixating on the sparkling black robe covering his chest. As you snap out of it, an overwhelming urge to see what’s under his mask takes hold of you. You reach to unmask him, only to have your hand swatted away.

“Uh-uh, I don’t think so. The mask stays on.”

Another idea pops into your mind.

Slowly, you slink off of him and kneel at his side, then begin pushing up his robe and pulling down his pants. You begin palming at him through his boxers and watch as he writhes beneath you. A soft, but audible hiss emanates from his mask. You continue to tease him, waiting for him to speak, until:

“Please.”

It’s so soft, and almost jumbled through the voice modulator in his mask. You choose to taunt him, all the while still rubbing him through his boxers.

“What’s that?”

“P–please, I need more.” 

“If you say so.”

You pull down his boxers, revealing his length already coated in precum. You glide your thumb over the tip, and then begin pumping up and down. He arches his back briefly, in a fit of pleasure, lowering himself back down. It only takes a few more strokes to get him to start whimpering, and subsequently, fucking himself into your hand. You attempt to hold his hips down, but it’s no use– with a few more strokes from you and a few more bucks of his hips, he’s cumming all over your hand, crying out. His body relaxes and as he catches his breath, you remove his mask.

“Thanks for doing this with me, babe.” He says.

“I think I enjoyed it just as much as you did.” You chuckle, leaning down to kiss him.

“I don’t even think that’s possible.”

“Trust me, Rich, it is.”

He’s satisfied with you winning that argument.

[mutual-monsters]

oh, the things that you do in the name of what you love

Pairing: soft!dark!Richie Kirsch x gn!florist!reader

TW: dark/yandere themes, stalking, possesiveness, drugging, kidnapping, forced intimacy, pet names, mentions of masturbation (m), Richie is a creeper

MINORS DNI !!! 🔞

Word count: 964

A/N: Requested by @ouijaboardemo a year ago as a sort of ‘unofficial sequel’ to this. I completely forgot about it until a week ago, and now it’s here. A lot of it is based on a convo I had with Carrie, so maybe follow it if you like brilliant ideas 😏

Title is from this song.

Also, again, because this is like my 20th yandere fic in a row, please know that I’m not condoning this. I’m just a guy who sits a computer and writes fanfiction.

Modesto wasn’t a small city, to say the least. It was quite easy to get lost in if you didn’t know where you were going, and for the most part, it kept you feeling like fresh faces were always within your reach. Working at a flower shop also helped, as you met all sorts of clientele whilst behind the counter. 

In the beginning, Richie had come into the shop a few times, always leaving generous tips in the jar and always chatting extensively with you about what exactly to buy. His job was at the bowling alley next door, though he spent his breaks watching you, carefully memorizing your mannerisms and photographing you from a distance. He’d spend a shift working, and follow you home, taking only a few hours to himself before starting it all over again the next day. 

However, it didn’t take long for him to start craving more. Once or twice a week, he’d unlatch one of the locks on your windows, and sneak inside. The first few times, he just looked around, content with jerking himself off to the very smell of you before leaving. After that, though, he started to snag small things, stuff he was sure you wouldn’t miss; some hair from your brush, a piece of jewelry or two, and, eventually, when he found himself desperate enough, a toothbrush from your trashcan. He found himself repulsed by his own actions, but nothing could satiate the hunger. 

He needed you. 

He started coming into your shop more often, chatting you up, flirting, anything he could to be closer to you. He had to see you. He’d bring you coffee before work, line his lunch up with yours, whatever it took. He knew it wouldn’t take long before he was craving more, and it scared him. And, when he was right, he knew what it had come to.  He knew it was wrong as he called in sick to work. He knew it was wrong as he climbed in through your window, still unlocked from the last time he was there (and he noted to himself, that maybe he was doing you a favor). He knew it was wrong, but he couldn’t stop himself from placing a rag soaked in chloroform over your mouth as you walked into your bedroom that night, shushing you to sleep and gently petting your hair before tying you up to put in his car. And then, as he had resigned, didn’t want to stop himself from packing your bags, and driving away with you.

The world came in and out, hazy in the back of Richie’s Prius. It didn’t register to you then as you fought the drugs in your system– you were too out of it. You just let the feeling of the car and the faint sound of Billy Joel lull you back into sleep.

It was the sound of the chain that woke you up. You had tried to roll over, causing a rattling, metallic sound, awakening you from your slumber. The room was relatively nice– small, but furnished minimilistically. Once again, you tried to move your leg, resulting in the same loud clanging as before, only this time, you saw the cause;  a leather strap around your ankle attached to the floor with a thick metal chain. A quick scan of the room provided the culprit.

“Richie?” You croak, still under the effects of whatever he had given you to keep you sedated.

He looks up from his comic, and a spark ignites in his eyes. 

“Oh, hey, bunny! I’m so glad you’re up!” He exclaims, rushing to your side, beyond eager.

“Richie, I don’t think I under–”

“It’s okay! You don’t have to understand right now!” He says, placing himself on the bed next to you, and holding your hand. “The thing is, I love you. I need you. You’re like– well, to me, you’re like air. I don’t think I could go on without you. So, I brought you here. Somewhere where I could take care of you. Somewhere where you’d be safe.” 

He keeps one hand on your back, rubbing circles to sooth you. He knows the realization is hitting you, he knows how scared you must be, and it kills him. 

“I don’t understand, Richie. I can protect myself just fine, I mean–”

“No. No, you can’t protect yourself. I’m the one who does it. Do you have any idea the amount of times I’ve saved you from being mugged? Do you have any idea the amount of times I’ve chased off people trying to hurt you? I mean, for fuck’s sake, you don't even check the locks on your windows!”

Once again, the wave of realization hits you. You feel like vomiting. He speaks up again. 

“But, it’s a good thing you have me, huh?” He slides in a little closer, and presses his lips to your forehead.

“Hey, hey, don’t cry! I brought all of your favorite movies! Well, actually, they’re my favorite movies, but you’ll come around to them eventually!” He says, a giant smile forming on his lips. 

He pulls a remote from the side table and presses the ON button, scrolling until he reaches Stab on Netflix. 

“Here, let me hold you, the opening’s kinda intense.”

And you do. 

The shock wears off in time. Eventually, he lets you off the chain, content that the coded locks on all the exterior doors will detour you from escaping, and even if you did, you know deep inside he’d hunt you down. Maybe one day he’ll take you out on a long car ride; Maybe you’ll even go see a movie, but not until he’s sure you’re mind is broken enough to do so. 

Let’s hope you like the Stab franchise.

[mutual-monsters]

kinktober: the reward

Pairing: Richie Kirsch x afab!gn!reader

TW: Praise kink, size kink, sir kink, mild pet play, pet names (baby, pet, bunny), fingering, p in v sex, controlled orgasm, aftercare, fluff, referenced non-con (no real non-con present in the fic!), reader is stressed™

MINORS DNI !!! 🔞

Summary: reader is stressed, so Richie helps them unwind.

Word count: 508 A/N: originally a request from @ouijaboardemo! decided to turn it into a kinktober fic and kill two birds with one stone! i’ll include it’s original request to show!

Working with Richie could be amazing at times. That is, until your dumbshit manager scheduled you to work by yourself. Not only did you have to endure work without Richie, but now you were completely alone in the bowling alley, running around like a madman and getting yelled at left and right by customers, and now coming home on the verge of tears, ready to scream and cry.

But, he wouldn’t let that happen. He already had dinner ready (pasta, which he did his very best to cook), your favorite movie queued up, and eventually, his hand on your thigh.

And then, slowly, he begins to pepper you with kisses, overwhelming you and pinning you down. You do not fight back, acknowledging that he’d easily overpower you if he so chose. He’s bigger, stronger– but this isn’t about that. This time is different. He’s gentle. This tender side of him, it’s not one he usually shows in the bedroom, and yet, here it is.

He pulls down your pants, sliding off your underwear in the process.

“So wet, baby,” He remarks, “Is this all for me?”

You nod. That is not enough for him.

“Use your words, bunny.”

Your face burns bright red as your mouth struggles to open.

“Yes, sir. It’s all for you. Always for you.”

“Good pet.”

He slides two of his fingers in gently whilst simultaneously pressing on your clit, eliciting a moan from you.

“That’s it, baby. Let it all out.”

He keeps up, setting his pace and frequently curling his fingers to hit your g–spot. He continues rubbing slowly around your clit, waiting, until–

“S-sir?” You ask, clearly out of breath.

“Yes, bunny.”

“C-can I cum?” It comes out as more of a hiccup than a question.

“Of course, my love.”

And you do.

And he watches as you recover, once again attacking you with his lips, waiting for your signal. And, as the words leave your lips, he finally sheaths his cock inside of you, gently shushing you and stroking your hair as you adjust to him. You beg him to move, he does. 

He is gentle, careful not to hurt you or overstep his bounds. But, he notices something is still off. Looking down, he finds you, still in need.

“You deserve this.” He says, a mix of lust and love rolling off his tongue.

“I-I do?” You respond.

“You do. You’ve been so good.” He kisses your temple, his cock dragging in and out of your needy cunt. 

“I’ve been good?” Your voice is shaky, you barely believe it. 

“You have, baby. Especially with how hard you’ve been on yourself lately.” He pets your hair.

He continues, placing a finger on your clit once, and attaching his lips to your neck. It isn’t long before you come to your orgasm, and he follows soon after.

Quickly, he brings a towel and some warm cider. He cleans you up, and then, and only then, he wraps his massive arms around you, content to fall asleep with you in his arms.

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Masterlist 🩸

This is where my masterlists live :3

Banner is orginally by @/maysdigitalarts, altered by me

Scream

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

Mickey Altieri

Roman Bridger

Richie Kirsch

Seb Stan characters

Bucky Barnes

Lee Bodecker

Steve Kemp

Misc.

Bo Sinclair

Joe Goldberg

Travis Hackett

Ransom Drysdale

Kinktobers

Kinktober 2022

Kinktober 2024

Special note: all of my fics are inherently written with a plus-sized reader in mind; whether you choose to read them as such or not is up to you, but it will always be my intention.

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short Richie smut drabble below <33333333

(afab!gn!reader)

TW: smut, fingering (afab), dirty talk, pet names (bunny, slut, baby), praise kink, degradation, dumbification, no proofread and no beta

MINORS DNI !!! 🔞

Word count: 197

It was well and truly debauched. If anyone had walked in at that moment, there would have been no explaining it. Richie sat behind you, with his fingers inside you, pumping in and out while his thumb worked your clit. His other hand reached up your shirt, groping your chest.

“That’s it, baby. C’mon, I know you can give me one more.” He whispered against your ear, hot breath making you shudder.

“Just wanna feel you cum again, bunny. Can you do that for me? Can you be a good slut and do that for me?” He says, urging your orgasm closer.

“Gonna fuck you for real after this one. Just had to warm you up first. Had to make sure you were ready for my cock. Can’t wait to ruin you, bunny.”

With your orgasm swiftly approaching, your moans began to increase in volume and frequency, your body shaking with every thrust of his long, thick fingers. His lips trailed over your jawline, then to your earlobe, nibbling as the coil in your stomach came undone.

“That’s it, baby, that’s it. Just let go. Let me do all the thinking. You’re too dumb for it anyways.”

tagging: @ouijaboardemo @cloudyskiesandcoffee

[armyangxls]

Comment to be added to my Scream fanfics taglist!

[armyangxls]

Would you guys be interested if I did fanfic requests?

[armyangxls]

Safe

Richie Kirsch x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2816 words

Warnings: the reader gets stabbed, fandom-typical violence, romanticizing a known serial killer

Summary: Richie “saves” the reader from Ghostface, and she doesn’t want to leave his side after that.

@armyangxls​​ requested this forever ago, and I just got around to finishing it. I hope you enjoy it darling!

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[scarletbich]

Safe

Richie Kirsch x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2816 words

Warnings: the reader gets stabbed, fandom-typical violence, romanticizing a known serial killer

Summary: Richie “saves” the reader from Ghostface, and she doesn’t want to leave his side after that.

@armyangxls​​ requested this forever ago, and I just got around to finishing it. I hope you enjoy it darling!

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[mutual-monsters]

scheduled reblog: 3/3

kinktober: the reward

Pairing: Richie Kirsch x afab!gn!reader

TW: Praise kink, size kink, sir kink, mild pet play, pet names (baby, pet, bunny), fingering, p in v sex, controlled orgasm, aftercare, fluff, referenced non-con (no real non-con present in the fic!), reader is stressed™

MINORS DNI !!! 🔞

Summary: reader is stressed, so Richie helps them unwind.

Word count: 508 A/N: originally a request from @ouijaboardemo! decided to turn it into a kinktober fic and kill two birds with one stone! i’ll include it’s original request to show!

Working with Richie could be amazing at times. That is, until your dumbshit manager scheduled you to work by yourself. Not only did you have to endure work without Richie, but now you were completely alone in the bowling alley, running around like a madman and getting yelled at left and right by customers, and now coming home on the verge of tears, ready to scream and cry.

But, he wouldn’t let that happen. He already had dinner ready (pasta, which he did his very best to cook), your favorite movie queued up, and eventually, his hand on your thigh.

And then, slowly, he begins to pepper you with kisses, overwhelming you and pinning you down. You do not fight back, acknowledging that he’d easily overpower you if he so chose. He’s bigger, stronger– but this isn’t about that. This time is different. He’s gentle. This tender side of him, it’s not one he usually shows in the bedroom, and yet, here it is.

He pulls down your pants, sliding off your underwear in the process.

“So wet, baby,” He remarks, “Is this all for me?”

You nod. That is not enough for him.

“Use your words, bunny.”

Your face burns bright red as your mouth struggles to open.

“Yes, sir. It’s all for you. Always for you.”

“Good pet.”

He slides two of his fingers in gently whilst simultaneously pressing on your clit, eliciting a moan from you.

“That’s it, baby. Let it all out.”

He keeps up, setting his pace and frequently curling his fingers to hit your g–spot. He continues rubbing slowly around your clit, waiting, until–

“S-sir?” You ask, clearly out of breath.

“Yes, bunny.”

“C-can I cum?” It comes out as more of a hiccup than a question.

“Of course, my love.”

And you do.

And he watches as you recover, once again attacking you with his lips, waiting for your signal. And, as the words leave your lips, he finally sheaths his cock inside of you, gently shushing you and stroking your hair as you adjust to him. You beg him to move, he does. 

He is gentle, careful not to hurt you or overstep his bounds. But, he notices something is still off. Looking down, he finds you, still in need.

“You deserve this.” He says, a mix of lust and love rolling off his tongue.

“I-I do?” You respond.

“You do. You’ve been so good.” He kisses your temple, his cock dragging in and out of your needy cunt. 

“I’ve been good?” Your voice is shaky, you barely believe it. 

“You have, baby. Especially with how hard you’ve been on yourself lately.” He pets your hair.

He continues, placing a finger on your clit once, and attaching his lips to your neck. It isn’t long before you come to your orgasm, and he follows soon after.

Quickly, he brings a towel and some warm cider. He cleans you up, and then, and only then, he wraps his massive arms around you, content to fall asleep with you in his arms.

[mutual-monsters]

scheduled reblog: 2/3

kinktober: the reward

Pairing: Richie Kirsch x afab!gn!reader

TW: Praise kink, size kink, sir kink, mild pet play, pet names (baby, pet, bunny), fingering, p in v sex, controlled orgasm, aftercare, fluff, referenced non-con (no real non-con present in the fic!), reader is stressed™

MINORS DNI !!! 🔞

Summary: reader is stressed, so Richie helps them unwind.

Word count: 508 A/N: originally a request from @ouijaboardemo! decided to turn it into a kinktober fic and kill two birds with one stone! i’ll include it’s original request to show!

Working with Richie could be amazing at times. That is, until your dumbshit manager scheduled you to work by yourself. Not only did you have to endure work without Richie, but now you were completely alone in the bowling alley, running around like a madman and getting yelled at left and right by customers, and now coming home on the verge of tears, ready to scream and cry.

But, he wouldn’t let that happen. He already had dinner ready (pasta, which he did his very best to cook), your favorite movie queued up, and eventually, his hand on your thigh.

And then, slowly, he begins to pepper you with kisses, overwhelming you and pinning you down. You do not fight back, acknowledging that he’d easily overpower you if he so chose. He’s bigger, stronger– but this isn’t about that. This time is different. He’s gentle. This tender side of him, it’s not one he usually shows in the bedroom, and yet, here it is.

He pulls down your pants, sliding off your underwear in the process.

“So wet, baby,” He remarks, “Is this all for me?”

You nod. That is not enough for him.

“Use your words, bunny.”

Your face burns bright red as your mouth struggles to open.

“Yes, sir. It’s all for you. Always for you.”

“Good pet.”

He slides two of his fingers in gently whilst simultaneously pressing on your clit, eliciting a moan from you.

“That’s it, baby. Let it all out.”

He keeps up, setting his pace and frequently curling his fingers to hit your g–spot. He continues rubbing slowly around your clit, waiting, until–

“S-sir?” You ask, clearly out of breath.

“Yes, bunny.”

“C-can I cum?” It comes out as more of a hiccup than a question.

“Of course, my love.”

And you do.

And he watches as you recover, once again attacking you with his lips, waiting for your signal. And, as the words leave your lips, he finally sheaths his cock inside of you, gently shushing you and stroking your hair as you adjust to him. You beg him to move, he does. 

He is gentle, careful not to hurt you or overstep his bounds. But, he notices something is still off. Looking down, he finds you, still in need.

“You deserve this.” He says, a mix of lust and love rolling off his tongue.

“I-I do?” You respond.

“You do. You’ve been so good.” He kisses your temple, his cock dragging in and out of your needy cunt. 

“I’ve been good?” Your voice is shaky, you barely believe it. 

“You have, baby. Especially with how hard you’ve been on yourself lately.” He pets your hair.

He continues, placing a finger on your clit once, and attaching his lips to your neck. It isn’t long before you come to your orgasm, and he follows soon after.

Quickly, he brings a towel and some warm cider. He cleans you up, and then, and only then, he wraps his massive arms around you, content to fall asleep with you in his arms.

[mutual-monsters]

scheduled reblog: 1/3

kinktober: the reward

Pairing: Richie Kirsch x afab!gn!reader

TW: Praise kink, size kink, sir kink, mild pet play, pet names (baby, pet, bunny), fingering, p in v sex, controlled orgasm, aftercare, fluff, referenced non-con (no real non-con present in the fic!), reader is stressed™

MINORS DNI !!! 🔞

Summary: reader is stressed, so Richie helps them unwind.

Word count: 508 A/N: originally a request from @ouijaboardemo! decided to turn it into a kinktober fic and kill two birds with one stone! i’ll include it’s original request to show!

Working with Richie could be amazing at times. That is, until your dumbshit manager scheduled you to work by yourself. Not only did you have to endure work without Richie, but now you were completely alone in the bowling alley, running around like a madman and getting yelled at left and right by customers, and now coming home on the verge of tears, ready to scream and cry.

But, he wouldn’t let that happen. He already had dinner ready (pasta, which he did his very best to cook), your favorite movie queued up, and eventually, his hand on your thigh.

And then, slowly, he begins to pepper you with kisses, overwhelming you and pinning you down. You do not fight back, acknowledging that he’d easily overpower you if he so chose. He’s bigger, stronger– but this isn’t about that. This time is different. He’s gentle. This tender side of him, it’s not one he usually shows in the bedroom, and yet, here it is.

He pulls down your pants, sliding off your underwear in the process.

“So wet, baby,” He remarks, “Is this all for me?”

You nod. That is not enough for him.

“Use your words, bunny.”

Your face burns bright red as your mouth struggles to open.

“Yes, sir. It’s all for you. Always for you.”

“Good pet.”

He slides two of his fingers in gently whilst simultaneously pressing on your clit, eliciting a moan from you.

“That’s it, baby. Let it all out.”

He keeps up, setting his pace and frequently curling his fingers to hit your g–spot. He continues rubbing slowly around your clit, waiting, until–

“S-sir?” You ask, clearly out of breath.

“Yes, bunny.”

“C-can I cum?” It comes out as more of a hiccup than a question.

“Of course, my love.”

And you do.

And he watches as you recover, once again attacking you with his lips, waiting for your signal. And, as the words leave your lips, he finally sheaths his cock inside of you, gently shushing you and stroking your hair as you adjust to him. You beg him to move, he does. 

He is gentle, careful not to hurt you or overstep his bounds. But, he notices something is still off. Looking down, he finds you, still in need.

“You deserve this.” He says, a mix of lust and love rolling off his tongue.

“I-I do?” You respond.

“You do. You’ve been so good.” He kisses your temple, his cock dragging in and out of your needy cunt. 

“I’ve been good?” Your voice is shaky, you barely believe it. 

“You have, baby. Especially with how hard you’ve been on yourself lately.” He pets your hair.

He continues, placing a finger on your clit once, and attaching his lips to your neck. It isn’t long before you come to your orgasm, and he follows soon after.

Quickly, he brings a towel and some warm cider. He cleans you up, and then, and only then, he wraps his massive arms around you, content to fall asleep with you in his arms.