#richie tozier fic

[kafka-ish]

DERRY, MAINE | r.t.

richie finds out who the girl he’s been seeing is

word count: 1.1k

warnings/included: angst-ish

a/n: based off tyler the creator’s WILSHIRE. don’t know if i’m back. trying a new writing style. feedback is always nice. 

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the sharp sound of FUCK erupts from richie’s mouth when his figure collides with another one. you’re annoyed at first, but once you see his face you’re able to keep your temper. something saccharine leaves his lips--an apology--he’s saying, Jesus dollface, if i’d known something as pretty as you were in the area, maybe i’d come here more often. now you’re blushing; wondering if you should tell him you’re not from around here. 

“god, of course not. they don’t make ‘em like you near... so where’re you from? surely a pretty face like that has a strict dad to get home to.” a lanky finger pokes the underside of your nose. if you knew richie tozier any better, you’d figure he’d be calling you a rose. but you don’t know richie. you don’t even know his name. you have to muster up the courage to ask him that, but he’s the first to cut to the chase. “what do they call a face like yours anyway? s’pose i could just call you gorgeous...sweetheart...mine” he takes extra care in saying that last one clear as day. but it’s cloudy outside--forecast calls for rain. he notices this and offers his jacket before opening the door to a record shop. 

he’s a local there; you’ve never stepped foot. he makes a bee -line for the vintage rock section and waits for you with nirvana in his hand, hendrix in the other. 

“is there something you go by?” you realize this is the first thing you’ve said other than telling him your city of residence--bangor (’shit! mom, pops, and i go down there during the winter’). you didn’t even apologize after the run -in. 

“i got the ‘rents calling me richard, but i’m richie on my off days.” 

“are you working today?” he laughs because you catch on quick.

“awh, not with you here next to me. i’d call off any day if that’s the case... hey, how ‘bout a number to go with your name?”

so you’re talking now--you and him. he asks you what things you like and if he’s on that list. he says it again, and again, and you’re at his parents’ place when he’s wondering when you guys will Just Date. 

this is the fifth time you’ve been over. the first, you watched a movie, and it would continue like that until the third. your criterion watchlist slowly deteriorates. movies are replaces for newly cultivated feelings for the person sitting next to you. he’s flipping through films like they’re playboys at the check -out lane. “i’m so tired of this french shit.” it bores him how the way intricately laced bodies don’t do it for a porn addict. “you pick.” you say okay and thirty minutes in, still no one has said anything. richie turns to you and watches your eyebrows furrow. he has that face that suggests he’ll make a move, say something. but he doesn’t. you’re the one to break the silence. 

“we don’t have to watch this.” your eyes are on his. 

“nah, baby, i want to.” but he’s still looking at you. he hasn’t checked the screen since he caught sight of the stray freckle on your cheek. you tense at this. baby was never on the list; nicknames typically vary from sweetheart or gorgeous. it’s never this intimate. there’s tension in the air that’s broken with a kiss. richie’s lips are on yours but he doesn’t go any further than this. 

“i’m seeing someone,” you say, quick. richie’s face falls for eternity. his heart was just pushed off a cliff. 

“shit, i had no idea.” 

“it’s fine. it’s not serious.” but it’s serious to him. his heart just got seriously broken in the matter of minutes. seconds. milliseconds. “i’m into you, though.” these words got him smirking. his curls bounce in a bliss. “i’m into you, too.” 

you still keep up, showing up at his place on the regular. it’s down -low and you were skeptical at first, but now it feels normal. you’re wearing his shirt and his hand holds yours. 

eddie gets on him for missing two game nights in a row. but richie doesn’t care because he’d rather be here, next to you, than here having conversations about the color of bill’s new girl’s underwear. 

denbrough’s got a new girl. it’s all he’s been talking about for the past few months. she’s great. everything about her’s got him hooked. she’s his bait. her lips are the most perfect shade of red and she kisses like she knows how to. she’s got these big eyes that look great especially when--

“yeah that’s enough. thank you.” 

stan mumbles something under his breath about how she’s probably just average and this is just the first time bill got a girl in his pants. 

none of the losers have ever met her until the next game night. ben made a comment about how he hasn’t seen richie in forever, It seems. and eddie goes on about how he’s been ditching the gang; You’re a traitor. 

“in my defense, i had a hot date.” not actual date. but they would get dinner, he would pay, and his eyes would linger on lips. his fingers itching to feel that warm graze. 

“yeah right.” / “what does she look like?” / “did you get to third base?”

richie’s friends become a crowd; asking what she looks like; is she a good kisser; do you think you’ll bring her? 

but she’s already been brought. you and bill enter together. richie’s jaw drops. 

a whistle; eddie’s mouth a circle. your dress is tight; it hugs your hips just right, and falls just above the knees leaving little for bill and his friends’ imagination. 

fuck, bill, how’d you score one like that? is what richie would’ve said if he weren’t stunned with silence and it hadn’t come out of stan’s mouth instead. and bill doesn’t know whether to be flattered or to punch the boy he calls a friend. ‘nice one’ is the line he opts for instead. 

“how ‘bout another round?” richie’s already dealing out the deck conscientiously--his strategy so he doesn’t have to make eye contacr with the girl he had his arm around last week.

“you got a sadistic streak, tozier,” says eddie confidently, who wins that round later.

it’s later when richie calls and you answer as you’ve been doing regularly: “hello?” you answer in the nonchalant voice that he loves to hear and it takes him all the restraint he can muster to stop himself from walking out that door. 

“hey.” his heart pangs and around his throat snakes an invisible chain cutting off any ability he once had to breathe. 

“richie!” you say, as if it never occurred to you why the phone was ringing in the first place, that you were bill’s date. your finger coils around the landline wire. your lips fold and bite into a smirk. richie hears your breath smiling from the other line. richie, with his sharp intuition, knows. 

the phone clicks goodbye. 

[theartsharki]

Classic high school friendship falling out. They’ll speak again in a week or so… Hopefully?

[reddje]

[sunlightraeee]

idk i like drawing adult eddie now

[moonlitf3rn]

richie tozier in every fanfic:

[eddiekaspbrakirlsblog]

when I remember in IT chapter two that reddie were gonna leave TOGETHER I go insane like that whole scene where Richie’s like “Eduardo andele let’s go!” And when Eddie’s like “I just have to grab my toiletry bag and then we can go” WE CAN GO ???? WE ? AS IN TWO ? AS IN US TOGETHER ?????

[zombiigrll]

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DISCARDED. ⋆｡°✩ richie tozier x gn!kaspbrak!reader .ᐟ WORD COUNT .ᐟ ⭑ 2.8K ꩜ .ᐟ WARNINGS ⭑ mostly angst then little but of fluff, lots of movie dialogue at first, gross stuff because its a horror movie!! reader is eddies twin, gender neutral and quiet reader, terrible ending yk me, not really a defined relationship its more just an implied shared crush ! .ᐟ SUMMARY .ᐟ ⭑ you’ve always been a quiet person, especially being the least favorite in your family. the losers didn’t realize how bad it was until neibolt. ꩜  .ᐟ A/N .ᐟ ⭑ omg… maxine posts something that ISNT TWD RELATED?1?1?!1 WHATTTT????? i hope you guys enjoyy i know its very different but i wanted to give myself a little different dialogue i guess?? i wanted to write for something different for once!! except it was a little funky trying to write for a character not in twd... this definitely isnt my best work!! but as alwaysss if you guys really want a part two ill make one!

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you were lucky to have a brother like eddie in a family such as the kaspbraks. 

the two of you were twins, and due to your mothers lack of hospital visits when she was pregnant, she thought she was just having one boy. you were… an unpleasant surprise, to say the least. 

as you grew up, you frequently wondered why your mother didn’t just put you up for adoption. it was a crazy thought, but it was true. it was obvious to everybody that eddie was her favorite, and you understood why. he was nice, clean, and he loved her.

you also were nice and loved her, but you believed it just wasn’t enough.

you started hanging out with your brother and his group of friends he called, ‘the losers club,’ not so long after bill’s brother georgie went missing. which also was not so long after your own… weird experience.

bill had told you the weird things he thought happened to his brother, and you didn’t think about how it correlated to you until the following day when you had a run-in with pennywise. 

you were lucky to have made out of that with just a gash on your knee, which your brother cleaned up for you after you excused it as ‘falling off your bike.’ 

it's been a little while since that incident, and much more crazy stuff has happened. everyone has had their own experience with pennywise at this point, and you all finally got your lead on where pennywise lived.

neibolt. 

nobody really wanted to go inside besides bill, so you guys got straws and whoever got the shortest one would have to go in. 

you, richie, and eddie were the unlucky ones. the only luck on your guy's side was bill being brave enough to willingly go inside.

“i can’t believe i pulled the short straw.” richie sighed, his voice lightly laced with fear. “you guys are lucky you’re not measuring dicks.”

you let out a light laugh, which made richie smile. the two of you had gotten close through your similar sense of humor, although you didn’t make most of the jokes. you were very quiet, and barely talked. you just laughed with him.

you followed richie as he walked over to a weird spider web that seemed to have something entangled in it. you watched his demeanor quickly shift as he unfolded the paper.

“what? what is it richie?” you moved over to his side to look at the paper.

“it- it says i’m missing.” his eyes went wide and his expression blank as he looked at the descriptions on the paper.

bill walked over in front of the two of you. “y-you’re not missing, richie.” 

richies chest began to rise up and down as he spoke again. “then why does it say it there?! that’s my shirt, that's my hair, that's my face!”

“richie calm down, it’s not real!” you put your hand on his shoulder, reaching for the paper.

“that’s my name, that’s my age, that’s the date!”

“calm down, this isn’t real.” bill tried intervening.

“what the fuck?!” richie continued to panic. you reached over and successfully took the paper away from him. “it says i’m missing, am i missing? am i gonna disappear?”

“richie.” you put your hands on his shoulders in an attempt to console him. “look at me. this isn’t real, he’s trying to mess with you. that’s his whole deal. it’s not real. you’re not going to go missing. not on my watch. or bills, or eddies.”

richie's face softened and he appeared to be more calm, just obviously shaken up. but that was quickly thrown away at the voice of a girl.

“hello?” the voice called. “hello..? help me, please!” 

“betty?” you questioned, looking up the stairs,

“ripsom?” richie continued.

you turned around, hearing a creepy, old voice saying your brother's name. you could see that he heard it, too.

“guys, do you hear that?” eddie asked, but richie and bill were too distracted by the girl at the stairs. you nodded at eddie and began following him towards the sound.

the two of you walked into the room, holding onto each other. ever since you two were little, you would hold onto each other whenever you guys were nervous.

you two looked around, when you suddenly heard a creek from behind you 

“guys?” eddie called out, looking and noticing the door shut.

“guys!” you yelled, running up to the door and attempting to open it. you could hear richie and bill on the other side of the door trying to open it, too.

“help!” you yelled, kicking the door.

you and eddie stepped back a bit, trying to find a way to get out. but when you turned around, you two spotted the floor breaking.

“time to take your pill, eddie.” you heard the creepy voice say behind the two of you. 

you both turned around to look, but as eddie made eye contact with the man, he fainted, falling down the hole and dragging you with.

you let out a yell, but you weren’t sure what exactly it was that you were yelling. 

you felt a crack beneath you as you and eddie fell onto a table. you were dizzy and your vision was almost completely blurry. the only thing you could feel was something warm dripping down from your forehead.

you groaned, attempting to move your hand up to your head. when you pulled it back, your hand was covered in your own blood. 

you could feel yourself slipping in and out of consciousness.

“y/n?” eddie called, looking over at your bloody figure. “holy shit!”

you looked at his arm, completely snapped in half. “eddie…”

he looked uneasy. he never liked blood, or, well, anything gross. everyone knew that. 

you two looked forward, seeing a familiar glove on the fridge in front of you guys, opening the fridge door from the inside. 

“IT..” you weakly called out. 

he walked out of the fridge, untwisting his body around, staring at you guys. 

it didn’t even feel real. you felt like you were hallucinating from your blood loss. 

“time to float.”

there was a loud ringing in your ears as he approached.

he ran up to eddie, holding onto his face and mocking him. eddie was attempting to hit him, and you threw yourself forward and weakly punched IT in the cheek in an attempt to get him away from your brother. 

he moved his attention to you, grabbing your face in his hand. “tasty, tasty, beautiful fear.”

“you’re… not real.” you whispered, sounding delirious. 

IT’s mouth began opening and getting closer to yours. 

“no, no, no!” eddie yelled, frantically looking around for a way to help you. 

but pennywise came to a halt when he heard the creek of a door. 

“help!” eddie screamed, resulting in pennywise throwing his hand over his mouth.

you could feel your body starting to pass out, but you were fighting it. “..shit.”

richie and bill ran into the room.

“eddie, y/n?!” richie yelled, looking at you and eddie on the ground, one bleeding from the head and the others arm in half.

“this isn’t real enough for you, billy?” pennywise taunted bill, squeezing your face as he talked. “i’m not real enough for you?” 

bill stayed silent, spacing out in fear.

“holy shit.” richie blurted out.

“it was real enough for georgie.” 

as they were frozen in fear, pennywise leaped forward towards the two, but beverly quickly stabbed him in the eye, stopping him.

“richie..” you looked up at him, your blood dripping past your eye. 

“get y/n and eddie - get y/n and eddie.” richie frantically said.

you began slipping in and out of reality again. every time it felt like you just blinked, everybody would be in a different position in the room.

you saw ben get his stomach cut open by IT’s claws, but when you blinked again, everyone was surrounding you and eddie and IT seemed to have gone away. 

“they’re awake!” beverly called, her hand on your shoulder. 

you felt your wound, which was now bandaged in whatever cloth they could find. there was still dried blood on your face. 

you couldn’t find words to describe how you were feeling. you were in pain, and scared. you were speechless.

richie turned over and hugged you tightly. “oh, thank god.” his voice was shaken.

he turned back over to eddie, looking at his broken arm. “okay.. i’ll put the arm back in place.”

eddie begins shaking his head frantically. “do not fucking touch me!” 

richie begins counting down, setting his hands up on his arm.

“do not fucking touch me!” eddie repeats, but right as he says it, richie snaps the arm back in place. 

“holy shit..” you whispered, looking away quickly.

…

you guys pedaled back to bills house, you rode on the back of richies bike. shortly after, your mom met up in front. she was furious.

she grabbed eddie and put him in the front seat, slamming the door shut. “you, you did this.” she angrily said, pointing at everyone, including you. “you know how delicate he is.”

“what about me, mom?” you angrily muttered under your breath.

“what was that?” she stepped closer to you, looking down at you.

“what about me?” you repeated angrily. “mom, my head is split open, i- i barely know what is happening right now, and all you care about is eddie!”

“do not speak to me like that.” she firmly stands, putting her finger on your chest. “you think your brother deserved to get hurt?” 

“no! obviously not!” your voice began getting higher and higher. “it’s the way you’re acting like nothing happened to me, or anyone else here. we were attacked, it wasn’t anyone's fault. ben's stomach is cut open, too! it wasn’t just eddie!”

she shakes her head and grabs your arm, attempting to pull you into the car. you pull your arm away. “what are you doing?” 

“i’m not going home with you. obviously eddie needs all the attention he can get.” you crossed your arms and stepped back. “i’ll be home tomorrow.”

she scoffs and shrugs, stepping away into the car and driving off. 

that was the most you think you’ve ever spoken in your life.

you began taking deeper breaths, putting your hands over your face. you felt a hand placed on your shoulder, and when you looked up, it was richie.

he didn’t say anything, he just simply pulled you into a hug.

“i saw the well.” bill speaks up after a moment of silence. you break from your hug with richie to look at him. “w-w-we know where it is, and next time we’ll be more prepared.”

“no!” stanley yells. “no next time, bill! you’re insane!” 

“why? we all know nobody else is going to do anything.” beverly defends bill, making you scoff.

“are you serious?” you mumbled, rolling your eyes.

“eddie and y/n were nearly killed!” richie reminds the two angrily. he looks over at ben and points to him. “and look at this motherfucker! he’s leaking hamburger helper!” 

you looked up at richie with a solemn smile.

“we can’t pretend it’s gonna go away.” beverly continues, looking sort of frantic. “ben, you said it yourself, it comes back every 27 years.”

ben shakes his head, sort of distraught. “fine! i’ll be forty and far away from here. i thought you said you wanted to get out of this town too.”

“because i want to run towards something, not away.”

“i’m sorry, who invited molly ringwald into the group?” richie says, getting flipped off by beverly in the process.

“richie..” you attempt to calm him down, but he’s obviously shaken up.

“i’m just saying, let’s face facts.” he continues. “real world, georgie is dead. stop trying to get us killed, too.”

richie takes your hand and tries to pass by bill, but bill quickly stops him. “georgie’s not dead.”

richie takes a deep breath before continuing. “you couldn’t save him, but you can still save yourself.” 

he attempts to walk by with you again, but bill stands in the way. “no, t-t-take it back! you’re scared, we all are, but take it back!” 

bill shoves richie on his last ‘take it back,’ making you stumble over yourself a bit. richie shoves bill back, resulting in bill punching richie in the face, almost knocking his glasses off.

“bill, what the fuck?!” you yelled, running over to pick richie up with stanley and mike.

“you’re just a bunch of losers!” richie yells as you guys hold him back from bill. “fuck off!”

“richie, stop!” stanley says, trying to keep him back.

“you’re just a bunch of losers, and you’ll get yourselves killed trying to catch a fucking stupid clown!” richie yells before beverly pushes herself in between bill and him.

richie pushed you, mike, and stanley off of him. 

“stop!” she looks back at richie then bill as she speaks. “this is what IT wants. IT wants to divide us! we were all together when we hurt IT, that’s why we're still alive!” 

“yeah?” richie speaks up again, grabbing your arm. “well, i plan to keep it that way.” he shoulder-checks bill as he makes it back to his bike. 

you look over at bill, as if there was something to say in a situation like this. but really, there wasn't. you just exchanged disappointed looks at one another before you sat on the back of richies bike and rode away.

…

you were now at richies house. he brought over a couple gauze pads and bandages, a damp cloth, and some antibiotic ointments he found.

“how are you feeling?” he asked, sitting down next to you on his bed. 

you silently shrugged. so much had just happened, you couldn’t even think about how you actually felt. 

he nodded understandingly, setting his numerous medical supplies next to him. “can i help you clean your cut?” 

you nodded, turning your body over to face him. richie seemed to be pretty nervous, you noticed from his hands shaking as he reached over to take your original ‘bandage’ off. after he took it off, he grimaced and pressed his lips together. “holy shit. are you sure you’re okay?”

you reached your hand up to your head and felt the gash. you couldn’t tell exactly, but it felt to be pretty large. “um.. yes?” a laugh ended up escaping you, a nervous one, but a laugh nonetheless. “i mean, it hurts really bad, but not as bad as it did earlier.”

richie smiles anxiously as he reaches over to grab the damp washcloth. “alright, if you say so. let me know if this hurts.”

he puts his hand up to your cheek and begins taking care of your wound, softly cleaning off the blood around the gash. despite the intense sting, you tightly close your eyes and bite your cheek. 

after a while, he finishes cleaning and bandaging your wound, but his hand still awkwardly lays on the side of your face. richie looks at your freshly bandaged head, then your eyes. but the second you made eye contact, he cleared his throat and turned his body away. 

you and richie always had an awkward tension ever since you met him. even eddie had pointed it out a couple times to you. 

you laid down next to him, resting your head right next to his legs and looking up at him. he looked down at you awkwardly for a moment before laughing. “whats up?”

“you’ve got something on your glasses.” you said, fully serious. 

he raised his eyebrow, a look of genuine confusion laying on his face. “what? where?”

“right…” you smiled before reaching up and knocking his glasses off of his face, “..there.”

richies eyes shut as his glasses fall to his lap, but he laughs at your action anyways. “hah.. okay. rude.” 

as he reaches to put his glasses back on, you notice a bruise forming on his cheek. the same cheek that bill had punched earlier. “hey, wait.” you grab his glasses as you sit back up, getting a better look at the bruise. “you should really put some ice on that..”

“huh? what’re you talking about?” 

“your cheek, richie. its bruising.” you gesture to his face.

he moves his hand up to the cheek, wincing a bit at the pressure. “oh, right.” his tone and body language changed to appear more angry as he thought back at what had happened just a few hours ago. “so fucking stupid.” he muttered under his breath.

“come on.” you grab one of his hands, putting his glasses back on with the other. “let’s just go get something to help.” you step off of the bed.

he looks down at your hands together nervously before following you off of the bed with a nod. “..alright.” 

“..do you wanna go to the arcade afterwards?” you said with a smile in an attempt to brighten his mood. 

he looks up at you with a smile. he looks at a loss for words and simply nods in response. 

so, the two of you grab an icepack- well, a frozen bag of peas - and begin heading over to the arcade together. 

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[paradiseismine]

All at once - Finnverse x reader

Pairing: Finnverse characters x f!reader

Summary: the Finnverse kidnapped you, and now all of Finn’s characters want to take turns claiming your body as theirs… Yes, that’s exactly what you read (Richie included!!)

Warnings: Yandere! Also some veryyyy lewd stuff that came out of some dark corner in my brain the other day - this is basically a gang bang.

Disclaimer: yes, this is virtually impossible, I know. But please, my lovelies, let’s just step into this little fantasy world together (I promise you’ll have a good time).

Love note from Nina: I’m SO fucking back, you guys.

The Finnverse had taken you as their ultimate muse, spying on you for months as they plotted a way to steal you from your life and into theirs. Miles and Boris insisted on kidnapping you bluntly, without any warm up or explanation. Trevor and Ziggy were ultimately against it, trying to go for a more “beauty and the beast” type of deal - they’d kind of lock you in, but make it so comfortable and enjoyable that you’d want to stay. Everyone’s opinion was heard, and they settled for a slower approach to avoid scaring you off.

First, you met Mike - his braveness, leadership and softness had you wonderstruck in mere days, and you knew you’d fall for him. You simply did.

But that’s when Ziggy came along. And then Richie. And then Miles, with his dark eyes and mysterious behavior. And then Boris, with his sensual accent. And when you thought you didn’t have any more space in your heart for anyone, Trevor came along.

They were all perfect and imperfect in their own little ways: Richie made your stomach hurt from laughing at his jokes; Mike’s warm hands made you feel safer than ever; Ziggy’s care and love for you made your heart flutter; Boris released something wild within you; Miles intrigued you with his sharp tongue; and Trevor swept you off your feet with his adorable clumsiness and interesting ghost talk.

As you got smitten with each and every one of them, you couldn’t help but feel guilty too - having affairs with so many boys at the same time… it seemed so slutty of you. It all got more intense and more complicated, so you told them all, individually, that you couldn’t take the romance any further, afraid you’d break the other boys’ hearts, even though you were interested in all of them for different reasons. They explained that they all lived together and that it wasn’t a problem, you could carry on with each budding relationship simultaneously, they wouldn’t mind sharing.

You found it weird, but did as you pleased, and even when they invited you in to their place, asking you to pack a suitcase beforehand, you had no idea you wouldn’t be allowed to leave anymore. Miles’ manor was the place they lived in and the place they chose to keep you in, as it was more spacious and less prone to distractions than anywhere else, so they could all focus on their only mission: make you fall deeply in love with them, make you want to stay, make you their wife.

At first, you didn’t understand why you couldn’t see your family or friends anymore, why you had to quit your job and switch all of your classes for online ones. They just wanted you to hang around the house, no need for anything else - they’d provide you with nice food, clothing, presents, anything you could possibly need or wish for.

The days passed, and soon, you were used to living with the Finnverse: Richie biking with you every morning (just around the gardens of the manor, as you weren’t allowed to leave the property), Mike playing board games with you after lunch, Miles buying you expensive gifts, Boris keeping you stocked with any drugs you’d wish to try, Ziggy taking beautiful pictures of you and editing them to perfection for your instagram profile, and Trevor keeping you safe from any ghosts as you watched horror movies with him at night.

They all loved the routine and the company, even if they’d argue about you sometimes, being so jealous of each other - if Ziggy spotted you giving Trevor a kiss at the porch, he’d pout like a toddler until you kissed him too. Miles was the most jealous one, and would give the most aggressive jealousy outbursts, but if you stepped in, his heart would melt - the same thing happened to Boris in a lower scale, and these two would fight like cat and dog if it weren’t for you. Richie and Mike, interestingly, were competitive only with each other, not caring much for the others; whilst Trevor and Ziggy were a bit more chill, even if still jealous.

You had never gone all the way with any of the boys, even though you felt so lustful sometimes. What you didn’t know, though, is that they all had a deal - they were allowed small advances if you started them (kisses, cuddles, a make out session), but no third base and definitely no home run. The first time they’d get to sink their cocks into you, they’d do it all at once, together. And that was going to be tonight.

They had discussed every minor detail of what was allowed and what wasn’t - none of them could cum in your mouth or eat you out this time, for instance. They all could fondle, kiss and lick all over your body, but no hickeys or bite marks were permitted. They’d all listen to you very attentively, and if you felt uncomfortable at any point, they’d stop immediately.

At 7:30 pm of that Saturday, a very nice dinner was served, even nicer than usual: all your favorites were included, the very best china that the Fairchild family had was put to use and a nice ambient light was on to set the mood. All the boys were behaving nicely (no dick jokes from Richie, no bickering from Miles and Boris, no elbows on the table, nothing) and you were having a great time.

After everyone was done eating, the house keepers were asked to remove the china and cutlery from the dining table, leaving it bare (as it was before the meal), and then go home. You were kept entertained by Ziggy and Richie at the living room, whilst Ziggy played the piano for you and Richie made up silly lyrics to go with the song.

Mike came in and asked if you could sit with the others at the table, as you all needed to talk. He seemed very serious, so you got up and complied. Ziggy and Richie tagged along, and you came to see the rest of the boys waiting for you eagerly around the table.

“Good evening again, love” Miles smiled mischievously as he spoke. “Did you have a good dinner? Was everything to your liking?”

“Absolutely” you answered, happy. “Mikey said you all wanted to talk… Did anything happen?”

“You happened to our lives, y/n” Mike answered, eyes sparkling as they met yours. “And we have never been happier”

“You make our days brighter and we love you so much” Boris stepped in, his accent never failing to warm your heart.

“But you know, we’re… men, and men have their, uh, needs…” Ziggy shyly added.

“She knows what we need, she needs it too” Richie rolled his eyes at Ziggy.

“So we wanted to turn those furtive kisses and long make out sessions into something bigger…” Trevor said, winking at you.

“And what they mean is” Miles concluded, bringing the attention back to himself. “Would you let us have you tonight, my love?”

“You-you mean…” your mouth opened in what turned out to be a smile. You caught onto their tone immediately, but just couldn’t believe what was happening. “You all want to-to go all the way with me? Like, at the same time?”

“Just this first time” Mike reassured, as he sensed that you could be apprehensive. “We all talked about it before, and we couldn’t let you have separate first times with each one, it would drive us crazy with jealousy” he shook his head. “So… what do you say?”

“I…” your eyes darted to each one of them, as they looked at you hopefully. “I think I can take it… Just, you know, i need you to take it slow”

“We’ll do as you wish, princess” Miles stepped closer and kissed your hand chivalrously, a devilish grin plastered on his face. He looked at the other boys excitedly, but tried to keep his cool. “You heard our lady”

After taking off their shirts, one by one, they all came closer, huddling together around you. The only person fully naked in the room would be you (that’s what they had previously decided, after a lot of “ew, dude, I don’t wanna see your dick” and “i know y’all are gonna feel bad ‘cause I’m so much bigger than you”), but they’d make sure you’re comfortable.

Boris stepped closer and held your dress’ thin straps as he looked maliciously into your eyes, waiting for permission to pull them down. It was a beautiful silk dress Miles had given you a month ago, but as it was so form-fitting, you couldn’t wear anything underneath it.

“Can I take it off, принцесса?” he asked you, mischievous. You nodded eagerly, letting out a little chuckle. “Is going to be fun, you’ll see”

Your dress soon pooled at your feet, and Boris wasted no time. He put his lips to yours in a brief and gentle kiss, then let go and took a step back. You stepped out of your dress and tried to take a step back, only to bump into Miles’ embrace.

He towered behind you, supporting your already faltering body and gently tucking your hair behind your ears, ice-cold fingers lingering down the sides of your neck. The other boys had also begun touching your body, so excited by the occasion - you couldn’t resist them in the slightest, only fluttering your eyes closed with pleasure in response. Miles’ hot breath approached your right earlobe, and sent a shiver down your spine as he spoke, his voice so raspy and soft.

“You belong to us now, baby girl, you know that, right?” You nodded, lips pursed, eyes shut, your body tingling with lust. “Yeah? Do you want us to use you? Do you want to be our little sex doll?”

“Yes…” you were able to utter, your mouth agape as Trevor and Mike suckled into your nipples so eagerly.

“We fuck you hard but we still treat you like princess too, kochanie” Boris cooed to your other ear, planting kisses down your shoulder and back.

Your legs were spread apart, and Ziggy and Richie were both at your feet, one on each side. Ziggy slowly untied your sandals and removed them, taking the time to massage your feet and kiss them delicately as he did. Richie, on the other hand, caressed your left thigh lustily as his lips followed along, peppering your skin in warm kisses and careful bites. Marking your body was something declared forbidden when they discussed their nightly activities with you.

You could barely process the waves of pleasure your body was receiving - Miles and Boris kissing your neck delightedly; Trevor and Mike swirling their tongues around your nipples and groping your breasts hungrily; Richie and Ziggy making your legs tremble in their hands with each and every movement. Your eyes were fluttering with desire as you felt someone’s fingers gently entering your drooling cunt.

“She’s ready” Richie declared in a nearly whispering voice, discreetly pulling air between his teeth as his fingers left your core with a clear string of your arousal still attached to them. He couldn’t help but pop them in his mouth, licking his lips at your taste. That wasn’t allowed, but the others let it slide just this once. You were soaking wet, almost drunk on their touch, so they had other things in mind.

They all detached themselves from your body, stepping back as to contain any impulse. The deal was that they would each get a turn, at the order previously discussed, no alterations, no improvising.

“Lay back, love” Miles cooed to your ear as he guided you to lie down on the table. “You’re gonna be our feast tonight”.

Mike came in first - being a natural leader, he orchestrated most of the encounter in the first place, establishing rules and procedures for your pleasure and safety, of course. He approached your laid body, bringing you closer to the edge of the table, so your legs were dangling and your slit was in a better position.

He bent over and kissed you, savoring you slowly as his tongue slipped into your mouth, his hands wandering from your breasts to your waist, grabbing and groping everything he could. His lips left your mouth and went down your neck, breathing your scent in deeply, teeth nibbling softly into the tender skin of your neck. His warm hands explored the curve of your waist as his lips tended to your belly and navel, leaving a final kiss right above your slit (which was the discussed limit). He withdrew his touch hesitantly, as he wanted to please you further than what was allowed, but simply couldn’t.

“Can I?” He inquired, reddened lips and starry eyes. You knew exactly what he meant.

“Please, love” you begged, so wet and breathless.

Mike unzipped his pants, lowering his underwear lightly and exposing his throbbing member. He spread your thighs apart slowly, fingers brushing against your soaked slit, as if double checking your arousal. He pushed his length carefully into your core, eyes closing involuntarily for a moment and suppressing a faint moan.

“Is this ok, princess?” He asked softly, his fingers brushing a small hair strand off your face. “Am I hurting you?”

“N-no, love, keep going” you responded, eyes focusing on his movements, his beautiful hands, how caring and gentle he was. Your hands were on his nape, touching his hair and scalp ghostly - you were so aroused you could barely move.

His thrusts were precise and delicate, as he knew you still had a long way to go, and had to keep it comfortable for you. He kept his upper body glued to yours, kissing your lips enchantedly, tongue invading your mouth and moaning faintly into it. His lower belly would brush against your soaked clit every now and then, with the perfect amount of friction - maybe it was just how horny you were, but your walls tightened around him as you were brought to an abrupt orgasm. Your mouth gaped and your nails clawed at his chest and upper arms, completely taken by the sensation.

You felt a shiver, your body shaking with arousal as Mike picked up the pace and his hot load soon seeped into your core, your legs trembling, arms tingling, your whole body feeling that delicious lightness after a wave of pleasure. He moaned and sighed, satisfied, cheeks flushed and breath heavy.

“You’re amazing, love” he panted, his head also dizzy with lust. He had thought about this moment for such a long time. “Thank you so much for letting me… I love you”

You kissed his lips once more, nudging your nose on his playfully. “And I love you”

Mike kissed your forehead and stepped back, knowing his time was up.

Richie was the next one in line. Similarly, he bent over and kissed your lips with such pleasure, you could feel your slit flutter once again.

“Feeling good, doll?” he whispered to your ear and bit your neck gently. You moaned in response and nodded, as Richie’s fingers played with your soaked clit, tracing it softly, his bottom lip caught by his teeth, eyes flickering with lust behind his thick glasses. “Right here, yeah?”

“Yeah, love, just like that” you whimpered, thighs closing as if to trap his fingers within you, wanting to prolong that feeling.

“I’ll only cum after you do, okay?” he said, unbuckling his belt and lowering his pants and underwear just a bit, in the same way Mike had done it.

Richie sank himself into you gently, his fingers finding their way back to your swollen clit. He kept a slower pace with his thrusts, focusing on your pleasure instead. Your arms were around his torso, nails scratching his back with each swirl of those magic fingers into your bundle of nerves. His shaft would come in and out of you in a steady rhythm, adding to the buildup of your arousal, getting you closer and closer to another mercurial high. He could feel your spasms and the way your moans suddenly stopped, and looked up to see you cumming for him - that just had to be the best thing he had ever seen. Your back arched and your mouth gaped once again, head tingling deliciously as you rode out of your second orgasm of that night. Richie smiled at his conquest, satisfied.

“Can I?” He asked, and you knew exactly what he meant.

“Sure, my love” you sighed, still out of breath as you gently smiled at him.

“Thank you, princess” he kissed your lips one last time before picking up the pace with his thrusts. You were noticeably wetter after cumming, and that drove Richie crazy.

His movements were wild as he sunk himself into you as deep as he possibly could; his tender touch on your face not matching his wildness in any way. Soon, you heard him hiss whilst his eyes rolled in pleasure - another hot load of cum being added to your soaking wet slit.

“I’m crazy for you, doll. Thank you so much for letting me have you” he said, his crooked smile melting your heart.

Richie bid you goodbye with a kiss on the valley between your breasts, “on your heart”.

Then came Boris - his cheeky smile tugging at the corners of his lips, hands slowly wandering around your naked body.

He kissed you as well, his warm chest pressing into yours in such a delicious feeling. But the devilish grin he had on implied that he wasn’t going to be as delicate as his counterparts.

“Can you stand up, love? Are legs too shaky?” he asked, chuckling softly.

“I think I can” you chuckled back at him.

As you stood up, he took your hand and made you turn your back to him, bending you over the table this time. Boris splayed kisses down your back, hands caressing your waist and ass, grabbing and groping wherever he could. His rough hands hit your arse lightly, a loud smacking sound echoing through the dining room.

You could hear Boris unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants just like the others, but your body still quivered when his hot erection touched your soaked entrance.

“Acht, such good pussy you have, moje serce” he moaned, delighted as his pinkish tip glided over your core, teasing. “Can I fuck you?”

“Please” you moaned back, as your head turned to gaze at him lustfully.

Boris slipped his length inside you quite easily, as you were so wet and filled with cum. He thrusted slowly at first, probably afraid of finishing too soon. But your cunt was making splashy sounds with arousal, and he couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Delicious pussy you have, love, so good to fuck” he moaned, thrusting fast and strongly into you. “I-I have to cum… I make you cum after, yes?” He uttered, breathless.

“Sure, baby, relieve yourself in me” you looked back at him, feeling so naughty. “Fill me up, that’s what I want”

Boris whimpered and moaned like a madman as he came inside you, his load thick and abundant. He probably hadn’t even touched himself that week, saving up every drop for you.

When he came down from his high, calmer, he sat you on the table, leaning in to kiss you properly, hands fondling your breasts hungrily. You took his dominant hand and put over your needy cunt gently. He chuckled and inserted two of his fingers inside you, curling them in; his thumb circling your clit eagerly. You were so wet, your insides so overflowing with cum (both yours and theirs), that it was quite easy to get you to orgasm again - a few nibbles and whispers to your ear in polish and russian, and soon your core clenched around Boris’ fingers. It was an unusually long orgasm, as he kept touching you and you kept cumming, your vision blurry and your legs trembling.

When he sensed you had ridden out of it, Boris kissed your whole face playfully, a cocky smile on his lips.

“Did you like, kochanie?” He asked, his broken English making you smile too.

“Loved it, darling” you said, pecking his lips sweetly. He kissed your hand to bid you goodbye and stepped back.

Ziggy was next, but he wished he had his phone with him. Your body was so beautiful alone, and that lighting was just perfect - he would have loved to capture the moment with a picture or two before setting it aside - but being present with you would be even better than his fantasies.

“Another one, baby?” he asked, cock already in his hand, gently thrusting his hardened length into your core, so full and leaking out three loads of cum. “You’re so full already, aren’t you? Can you take another one?” He said softly, fucking your drenched pussy in a slow and steady pace while his fingers reached for your clit.

“Yes” you moaned, so ecstatic. Your hair was messy and your eyeliner was slightly runny, but you felt so confident, so desired, so sexy around them.

“Such a beautiful little slut for your men, aren’t you?” His wet fingers traced your labia slowly. “You got such a delicious pussy, you know that?” You were a moaning mess at this point, your body soft and dizzy with desire. Ziggy chuckled.

“I can’t wait to get a better taste of you next time, you have no idea”

He leaned forward and finally kissed your lips, managing to lightly suckle on your tongue somehow, something you’d never done before, but it felt so good.

The pressure you felt between your hips could have made you orgasm alone, but his feather light touch to your clit made it impossible not to cum.

Your uneven breath and squirming body gave you away instantly - you were putty in his hands.

“You’re gonna cum for me, baby girl? Yeah, you’re gonna squeeze me with your tight little pussy?”

You didn’t need much after that. Your walls convulsed around his girth, your brain melting into that pleasure as Ziggy spilled inside you, his eyes rolling and moans escaping his lips.

“You’re so hot, y/n” he whispered, smiling as his fingers gently touched your hair. “Are you ok, love?”

“Yeah” you panted. “I’m doing great, baby”

Ziggy chuckled as he pulled you closer to another kiss - you wouldn’t be caught dead saying it, but you always thought he was the best kisser of the bunch. You savored his lips for a bit longer, his tongue slipping gently into your mouth and getting you to moan into his lips. His time was up, though, and he soon had to kiss you goodbye.

Trevor came along right after, giving your fucked out face a gentle caress before cooing sweet words to your ears.

“You’re doing so good for us, aren’t you, princess? Taking us so well” Trev’s hands reached for your breasts, groping them eagerly as he put his lips to yours.

His kiss was slow and malicious, his tongue slipping into your mouth and savoring you. Your head felt lighter than ever, your eyes rolling involuntarily as you felt Trevor chuckle softly, enjoying your submission.

“Ready?” he asked, forehead resting on yours, eyes studying your face as he glided his tip over your entrance, already leaking with precum.

“Give me all your cum, love” you responded, ecstatic.

“That’s what I wanted to hear” he smiled cockily, thick length slithering into you. He whimpered and moaned as your walls squeezed him inside, desperate to milk his cock as much as you possibly could - you wanted all of him.

Trev grabbed your legs and put them over his shoulders, one on each side. The position allowed him to thrust his length deeply into you, reaching a different angle and unleashing another dimension of pleasure. Your back was arched, your weak arms holding onto Trevor’s shoulders as best as they could as he thrusted into you in a feral way, the warmth of your abused hole adding to his pleasure.

“Your pussy is so full of cum already, isn’t it, baby? Is that how you like it? To be leaking with your men’s cum?”

You felt so profane, so slutty, so lusted after… Your eyes squeezed shut and another climax of pleasure took over - instead of a whole-body electric shock, like the last ones, this one felt like being dragged into the sea by a huge wave, and you surely wouldn’t mind drowning in Trevor’s embrace.

The warmth of his cum seeping into your cunt brought you another orgasm right as you were riding out of the first one, his seed so maddeningly abundant. It was now possible to see your pussy painted white with cum, some of it dripping down your inner thighs with any movement of yours. You slowly fell back into the table, your back touching its cold surface with relief, as you were so hot and bothered. Trev towered over you, leaning in to kiss you one last time.

“Thank you for this, angel” his fingers traced your features gently as he spoke, “You have no idea how much we love and desire you”

You smiled and he kissed you tenderly, hands groping your breasts again, trying to capture the feeling of your skin in his hands forever. He parted the kiss and stepped back, lightheaded and grinning.

Last one in line was Miles - even though it was all taking place at his home, he let the others have their fun as he waited patiently for his turn to claim you.

He bent over to reach for your lips, but his kiss was wilder, messier, his touch on your shoulders so harsh it would probably violate the rules and leave bruises on your delicate skin.

“I don’t really know how to be as gentle as they are, love” his eyes were lighter than usual as he spoke, his tone sincere and caring. “I’m a little rougher, but I love you just as much, my queen”

His hardened member entered your slit at once, your walls so slippery and pulsating. His eyes rolled in pleasure, whimpers escaping his lips as he thrusted. Your cunt was so full of cum from all the loads of your lovers, you were not only leaking onto the table, but also dripping on the ground. Miles pulled your body up, so you were sitting on the table and face to face with him.

His lips and tongue invaded your mouth in a feral way, one hand gripping your hair firmly as he kissed you, his other hand holding onto your thigh. He withdrew his lips and smiled mischievously, taking pleasure in your desperate and lustful expression as you shot your eyes at his.

“This is how you prefer to be, isn’t it, my little slut? All full of your men’s cum, fucked dumb by their cocks?” Miles’ gaze was intense and confident. He knew he could make your legs shaky just from his words.

You crossed your legs around his waist, urging for him to go even deeper into you, as deep as he possibly could. Your cunt was a drooling mess of fluids at this point, getting Miles’ navel sticky with cum as he thrusted.

“I’m gonna fill you up so deep, you’ll be dripping with my cum for days” he held firmly onto your neck, forcing you to look at him.

“Yes, love, please” you begged. “I won’t be filled to the brim without your cum, I need it”

Miles smirked as he picked up the pace, grunting and whimpering softly as he finally spilled into you. The warmth that invaded your body was enough to send you over the edge one last time, your back arching and mouth gaping, your eyes squeezed shut in pleasure. Miles had an arm around your back to support you, and as you both rode out of your highs, you found yourself embracing him, panting.

He touched your face softly, caressing your cheeks as he spoke.

“Thank you so much for letting us have you tonight, little one” Miles smiled, his eyes softer and his forehead slightly damp. “Now, let us take care of you, yes? Will you let us take care of our woman?”

As they were all done, a nice bubble bath was already waiting for you, and the boys took you upstairs slowly, considering your wobbly legs and overall tiredness. Mike washed your body tenderly with your favorite shower gel; Boris dried you off with the softest towel he could find; Trevor massaged some vanilla body lotion on you; Ziggy finished it off massaging your feet with a stronger balm and helping you put on a pair of fluffy socks. When you were done, Miles helped you get dressed in a brand new nightgown he had bought for you earlier that day. Before you could go to bed, Richie helped you with your skincare routine and put toothpaste on your toothbrush so you could brush your teeth. When you were ready, they all lied down on the giant bed you were given when you first came to the manor - all you had to do was join them. As you cuddled them in bed, you couldn’t feel happier even if you tried.

“Thank you so much for tonight… We could do this again, you know” you said, your body limp from the extenuating activities. “Any day, my loves”

You heard chuckles and jokes faintly as your eyelids felt heavier, drifting off to sleep. You loved the Finnverse so much, it was even better to have them all at once.

[clownbrainrot]

richie thoughts that came to me in a vision:

teenage richie working at a fast food place (mcdonalds, whatever, establishment of your choice). working the drive thru. but just taking orders is so boring. so he starts doing Voices over the microphone when people are placing their orders. FULLY holding up the line with his yapping at his captured audience. and when they get to his window he's like back to customer service Voice, "man, I'm sorry about my coworker, he just goes on and on, huh?" just thrilled that they're actually convinced by his Voices. and i know he'd get the orders wrong too cause that's not a priority at all. but he'd throw in a couple extra freebies when the people laugh. & finally someone goes in to complain but it's about "that slow old fuck taking orders" and since no such old man exists - only acne faced 17 year old tozier who has no semblance of maturity in voice or manner - the customer is written off as your average angry-about-not-getting-the-right-sauce guy

[it2017]

allergy season

eddie kaspbrak/richie tozier, T rating, 10k words

A fifteen-year-old Richie Tozier receives his first valentine; a bouquet of flowers, signed his secret admirer. He's ecstatic, overjoyed, happier than a three-legged man in an ass-kicking contest. There's just one issue. He's really, really allergic to pollen.

my fic for @itficlibrary's valentines event, in collaboration with the talented @clownmovieyaoi !!! our prompts were 'sickfic' and 'hurt/comfort' and i had so much fun with them :3 check out adri's gorgeous showstopping unbelievable art HERE!!

[oshaskell]

open, blink, shatter Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier | M | 9.1k

"Richie," Eddie pants. "How many more times?" Three doors stand in front of them. The tunnel's shaking. What’s your choice? - Or, in the depths of Derry during their confrontation against It, Richie and Eddie arrive at 3 doors. Again, and again, and again.

A reddie fic co-written by moichi (@clownbrainrot) & nonbinary (myself), created for the It Fic Library Valentines Collab 2025 with the prompts "reddie + fix-it + time loops".

[theartsharki]

Giggling against gravity.

Based on a moment in chapter 3 of this fic.

bonus:

[edspagett]

can't believe i forgot to post this art uhmm

🎄 btw richie and eddie have the same sweaters!!

[sunlightraeee]

cuddles

[greenandsorrow]

IF THE MONSTER UNDER YOUR BED NEVER HURT YOU, MAYBE IT WAS THERE TO PROTECT YOU. 🎈

Author's note; I used to have strange dreams as a kid. This story is heavily inspired by a series of dreams I had during my tween years.

Did you ever dream not of a scenario recurring, but continuing?

!!!!! The reader is a teenager. The relationships described in the fic are strictly platonic. My poor attempt at writing a threatening and scary environment is the only warning. And Pennywise is a warning himself I guess. This is a very weird, inner child, comfort thing for me... I apologise.

Dividers; @saradika-graphics, @cafekitsune, @strangergraphics

"Derry is a strange place. The fog settles low in the mornings, making the town look ghostly, almost unreal. The playgrounds are empty and quiet, swings moving slowly without any breeze. On foggy days, the whole town feels like a memory, faded and worn at the edges."

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4 (SOON)

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[eddiekaspbrakirlsblog]

reddie are so funny bc how the fuck are you gonna be in a IDGAF war for over 27 years and then one of you fucking dies