#richie tozier x reader imagine

[ifangirlalot]

finn comforting and praising thick!reader while they fuck n hes so soo rough while he talks her though it hhhfhhfhfhshs ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡

can i be ur 🍥 anon :oo

┊ ➶ 𝓯inn wolfhard x 𝓬𝓾𝓻𝓿𝔂!reader ｡˚ ° | !!𝙎𝙈𝙐𝙏!!

𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖕 & 𝖕𝖗𝖆𝖎𝖘𝖊 | afab!reader, creampie, curve fetish, praise, spanking

Love Note From Zee ;;

welcome to the filth fam, 🍥 nonnie!

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Finn raised his head from between [Name]'s perfectly rounded thighs, his red lips swollen and wet from sucking on her wet, juicy cunt. He had been there now for God knows how long, he had lost count after her third or fourth orgasm. He had such a hard time resisting the soft thickness of her body, but it got so much worse whenever she let herself wear short skirts with halters and cute little heart shaped clips that left sweet indents in her soft skin.

Finn's hand stroked the skin of her thigh for a few moments before he suddenly smacked his palm against it. His cum-dumb baby let out a gasp as she jumped slightly, causing her thighs to jostle and jiggle in the most charming way. The corners of his mouth tugged upward into a lopsided smirk.

His teeth sank into his bottom lip as his hand continued stroking, slapping, and groping her sweet thighs. God, he loved those thighs. He loved seeing the skin there pink and marked in the shape of his hand. Loved watching the skin jiggle about. It was just the cutest.

"You've been so good, dolly," he cooed, raising himself up to his knees as his hands went to his waist to unhook his belt. "But, I think you can be even better. Just pull your pretty little legs up there and I'm gonna fuck you 'til you can't see straight, 'kay?"

[Name] mewled and did as she was told, her hands reaching up and curving beneath her thighs and pulling them up so they were resting against her lush bust. Her skirt folded upward, giving Finn an even better, more wide view of her pussy. Her pussy lips were pink and coated with sticky cum from her last few orgasms. Poor, dumb little baby had been violently tongue fucked to her breaking point so many times, she couldn't even speak when she was spoken to.

But he liked it that way.

Finn smiled innocently, as though he wasn't about to violently fuck her into oblivion. "Good girl. Just stay right there for me." He unzipped his fly and folded down the waistband of his boxers. As he moved himself over her, he had to be careful with the way that he pushed his dick in her. Too quick and he'd cum as soon as his tip parted her sweet cunt. Those curves, that soft skin, they'd have him shooting out hot ropes of sperm before he could thrust.

[Name] whined softly, her legs quaking as he thrusted slowly for a few minutes. He quickly had enough of that shit, though, and gradually slid from grinding to pounding. He gripped her neck firmly enough to place pressure on her throat, but not nearly hard enough as to have her gasping for breath. He could hear the loud pap pap pap from her wet cunt as he cock abused her hole. [Name] was squealing and moaning and whimpering beneath him, drool dribbling from her plump, wet lips.

"Oh, that's a good girl," he praised, his voice gruff but gentle despite the rough movements of his hips as he stretched her open again and again. He took his hand off her throat and grabbed her thighs, readjusting them and pressing them against his waist.

"Come on baby, give me a squeeze. I wanna hear my bones popping." Finn demanded, rearing back and shoving back into her rougher than he had been doing. [Name] moaned loudly and did as she was told once more, her thighs pressing hard against his hips. He groaned and threw his head back. His dark hair was damp with sweat as his eyebrows furrowed from the pleasure. "Fuck, that's it, atta girl…"

He gave a couple more hard shoves into her sopping wet pussy before he slowly pulled out. She let him know of her disapproval by letting out a whiny mewl.

"Hush." Finn said, gently yet firmly, as he smacked her thighs, leaving yet another hand print on her skin. He wrapped her hair around his fist like a horse's rein and flipped her over with one swift movement. He moved the skirt up over her again and pressed her face into the mattress. Once he pulled her hips off the ground, he smirked and slid himself back in again, continuing his sexual abuse where he had left off, this time with his fingers roughly digging into her lush hips as [Name] let out muffled, pleasured sobs.

He wasn't sure how much longer he could keep it up without spilling into her. He had to make it count. He grunted with every thrust back into her, his movements steadily becoming sloppy and uneven. Finn bent forward, tangling one of his hands into her locks again as he doubled his speed. Finally, he felt the knot in his navel unravel as he spilled hot rope after hot rope of seed in her sticky hole. One look between her legs told him she'd already came once before, as the white liquid trickled down her thighs and dripped to the soiled bed sheets. He must have been too caught up in ecstasy to notice.

"Good girl.. oh, you're so good.." Finn whispered breathlessly as he slowly pulled out. "Next time, I want you to get off on my head."

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[lucycore]

Pov: If u were in the Bowers Gang or Losers Club

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Tell me which one u'd pick and also if u wanna see a male version.

Bowers Gang:

Losers Club:

(Idk I got bored and did it. I'm definitely Bowers gang lol)

[s6xpunk77]

Can you please do Dating Richie Tozier?

Dating Richie Tozier Headcanons

He forced Eddie to give you his confession note, “you're hot, wanna meet up after school? Tick yes or no.”

On the topic of notes, you guys pass notes in class whenever you both get separated because RICHIE IS LOUDDDDD!

This guy can NOT keep a secret, but he tries keeping your ones locked in.

The deadest yo mom jokes….

Loves talking SHITTTT about the bowers gang with you

If the bowers gang bother you by touching or just being straight rude, Richie always has your back, even though he knows he will face consequences afterward.

He always brings you along to the arcade, but once he starts playing, it's hard to even have a conversation with him.

This guy never stops with the jokes, always teasing and making fun of each other, no matter how cringy or outrageous they may be.

You guys would seperate from the group to go on little adventures and side quests around Derry.

Attempted to learn how to pop a wheelie on his bike to impress you but he ended up stacking it on his ass.

This kid cannot sit still to save his life, in class, with his friends, anywhere.

He tries very hard to be romantic by giving you little gifts like flowers next to the Quarry, but he ends up eating or just taking the flowers for himself lmfaoo.

He’s always nervous around you no matter how long you guys date for.

Would constantly try using the losers clubs advice on how to flirt, so he would use some of them corny ass pickup lines.

“You know what you’d look beautiful in? My arms.” “love my bed, but I’d rather be in yours.” “Are you from Tennessee? Because you’re the only 10 I see.”

[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.

[hockstetters-overbite]

Basically, since they aren't in the scene they were somewhere else, clearly. My ask is what do you think they were up to? :)

OHHHH, a headcanon post! I kinda figured, my bad lol! I really gotta make a format for people to send in for these lol!

- Me personally on the fourth of july I think the gangs parents get together for a cookout or somethin since in my previous headcanon I’ve made the gang into childhood friends!

- I think they’d all go to Henry’s house because come hell or high water there’s no god damn way Butch is letting someone else grill those shitty hotdogs and burgers

- We have Patrick chasing henry around the yard with either those pop thingies that snap when they hit the ground or firecrackers

- Belch absolutely demolishing 7 hotdogs and Victor holding his and Belch’s sparklers in his hands

- also Henry’s punk ass cousin Connor is there, god i fucking hate connor..He’s also a victim of the fire crackers and pop thingies except he’s slower than henry so he actually got hit lmfao

- Butch is definitely getting drunk off his ass as per usual when he’s off grill duty, Patrick and Vic’s dad probably join him to yell at some type of ball sport and the wives get to gossip about whatever’s going on in Derry currently!

This set of headcanons was pretty fun to imagine ngl lol! I’ll have that format for headcanons asks soon! For now, with headcanons just specify it’s a headcanon ask lol

[maxiscoolongg]

"NEVER FUCKING TOUCH HIM."

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PATRICK HOCKSETTER X FEM!LATNIA READER X HENRY BOWERS

WARNINGS: kinda yandere?, I'm not Latina or anything so I will be using Google translate for some stuff!, angry scared reader, swearing, Patrick being patrick, mention of murder?,

Summary: Y/N found a haunted house that she thought would be fun with her two lovers but only to be even more scared then ever

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You were the complete opposite of the two boys you so very loved for. You, a sweet, caring, loving, beautiful, angelic, person. Was with Henry Bowers and Patrick Hocksetter? It was a weird mix that's for sure, maybe Patrick and Henry weren't, but you + them? Shook the whole school

You are the popular girl, the one who is on the cheer team and everyone is probably jealous of. Your little brother Richie Tozier? He never told you about the bullying he got from Bowers gang, mostly from Henry and Patrick, they practically threatened him and the losers club to shut their mouths and not tell you

Richie, is and still is protective. No kiddin' though, he's been through alot still being a 13 year old? This kid is tough. You looked up to him even though he was younger, he was your little brother and still very much you loved him. If you found out what's been happening to him and his little club? You would kill the bullies yourself!

—{★}—

You were looking at your mirror in your locker fixing every detail possible, the boys who stood behind you leaning on the other lockers were confused, you were perfect! How could you possibly need to fix anything? Any detail they thought it was beautiful. It never made sense to them.

You smiled looking at yourself happily as you turned around closing your locker and locking it before looking up at the two boys with a smile. "Okay, so I was thinking-" you said before getting cut off immediately "No." Henry said as you frowned as you three walked "I didn't even finsh the damn sentence!" You said with a slight pout as he smiled a bit "anyway! I was thinking of going to a haunted house this week! You know? It'll be fun" you said shrugging with a now smile bright as ever, not noticing the grin that perked on Patrick's face as he looked at Henry with a 'Please' type of look.

Henry could easily say 'No, that's to childish' but, both if them could see the way you would look scared. It would practically send them off a rampage of.. well, you know. So they both agreed in their own way "Sure, but you owe us, dollface" patrick said as he put his arm around your shoulder you made a confused face but shook that off.

—{★}—

To say this was what they expected was completely right. They saw the way your eyes flashed in anger and sacredness as a clown jump scare popped up normally screaming; Santo hijo de puta. They both saw it and it to say the least turned them on in a way,

Seeing you scared and clinging on Patrick's arm? Fucking hell he would go crazy, definitely grinning from ear to ear. Not in a sweat way btw. Hug Henry on accident? He will absolutely smirk a little as he would mock you a bit

Your fear of (__) would fucking go crazy if it was in there, your scared of clowns? Watch your back bb, there's gonna scare the living shit outta you

—{★}—

"Santo hijo de puta!" You yelled in fear as you jumped a bit from the jumpscare infront of you as you turned a corner them following you "What? You scared" patrick asked as I frowned "Take a guess" you said as patrick put his arms around your waist "It ain't that scary just a little jumpscare!" He said as you sighed

—{★}—

—{I HOPE THIS WAS GOOD}—{MY FRIEND REQUESTED THIS SO I HOPE YOU LIKE IT POOKS<3}{wattpad: tatesslvtxo}

[sijssjsbssjsnsnnskbskwns]

Scarlet Witch Powers in Different Colors!

[shifting4fun]

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

[walmarttrashbag]

sick rn but I still need requests cause I have nothing to do

I do Finn Wolfhard and his characters

I also now take requests for Sal Fisher/Sally Face and Jeff The Killer

If you have other characters you might wanna read dm me and I'll see if I know enough about them. No yandere please, I had someone have me constantly do yandere and now I'm sick of it entirely.

[lady-targaryens-world]

Chapter 1: Return to Derry

English is not my first Language!

Pairing: Patrick Hockstetter

CHAPTERS: 1/?

UPDATES: Slow (very slow)

Fandom: IT

Please like, comment and share 🫶

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The bus slowed down as Y/n looked through the window at the familiar streets of Derry. A touch of nostalgia surrounded her as the autumn wind brushed through her hair. The town she hadn't seen for years was now in front of her.

*"Back in Derry."* Y/n sighed, her thoughts swirling like the autumn leaves outside.

As the bus stopped at the edge of town, a mix of excitement and uncertainty washed over her. Her mother had taken her away after her parents' separation. But now she was returning to her father and beloved sister, Beverly.

Stepping off the bus, her gaze fell on the house that once was her home. Beverly stood on the sidewalk, a radiant smile on her face.

*"Y/n! You're finally back!"* Beverly embraced her sister tightly.

*"I've missed you so much, Beverly."* Y/n reciprocated the hug, but her eyes betrayed a deep sadness.

They entered the house together. Beverly's joy was palpable, but the atmosphere inside was tense. Their father sat in the kitchen, engrossed in the newspaper. Y/n felt a pang in her chest as she noticed his cold gaze.

*"Hello, Dad."* Y/n attempted a friendly greeting, but his silence spoke volumes.

Sensing the tension, Beverly tried to lighten the mood. *"Isn't it great that Y/n is back?"* she said with an encouraging smile.

While Beverly warmly welcomed her sister's return, Y/n‘s resentment toward her father hung heavy in the air.

Their father didn't even lift his gaze from the newspaper. The chill in his silence was like an icy shadow over the room.

*"Well, we'll see."* Y/n tried to conceal her uncertainty, but the silence seemed louder than any conversation.

Beverly led her sister to her old room, now a mix of memories and forgotten items. The creaking of the door and the sight of the familiar space brought Y/n back in thought.

*"You can settle in here. It's still the way you left it."* Beverly tried to dispel the melancholy in the air.

*"Thank you, Beverly. You're still the best."* Y/n forced a smile, but the pain of her absence permeated the room.

The next hour passed in an uncomfortable silence as they tried to bridge the past.

*"I'm going into town to run some errands."* Beverly eventually broke the silence. *"We can talk later."*

After Beverly left, Y/n looked at her father, who was still engrossed in his newspaper. The room seemed to shrink as the unspoken conflict between father and daughter cast heavy shadows.

*"Why did you come back?"* her father suddenly said, without lifting his gaze.

*“Mother said it was time.“ * she felt her voice tremble.“*

*"It wasn't my decision to let you go. It was hers."* His words were icy, and her heart sank.

*"You've never treated Mother, me, and Beverly well. That's why Mother left you."* her voice cut through the tension in the room as she accused her father.

He glared at her angrily, but before he could respond, the door opened, and Beverly entered, holding a bag from shopping. She seemed To feel unwell and tried to go to her room.

*"Whatcha got there?“* Her father went to Beverly, asking about the contents of the bag.

*"Just some things."* Beverly replied briefly.

*"Like what?"* he persisted. He took the bag from her, looked inside, and noticed the tampons she had purchased. He glanced back with a subtle grin, gently touching her cheek. Y/n observed the strange and inappropriate gesture as Beverly tensed up and flinched slightly. He then smelled her hair, took hold of her ponytail, and uttered, *"Tell me you're still my little girl."* Beverly's response was a resigned *"Yes, Daddy."* With that answer, he appeared satisfied and released her.

Beverly reacted by quickly retreating to her room. Her sister, who had witnessed the entire bizarre scene, found the interaction between father and daughter peculiar.

He gave Y/n a final glance and returned to his previous activity. She understood that the previous discussion they had was closed for him.

After Beverly disappeared into her Room, Y/n went to her room with mixed feelings. The argument and the bizarre encounter between her father and Beverly had turned the first day of her return into an unexpected drama.

The house, once a safe haven, now seemed permeated with unspoken words and hurt feelings. The first day of her return held more conflicts than she had expected, indicating that the challenges in Derry had only just begun.

[l0v3s1ck-dxmmy]

“But someone loved me, someone fucking loved me. Someone fucking loved me and I fucking loved them too

God dammit I was worth something, I fucking learned something

I had my cake

I ate it

I ate it too.”

This song is like smutty angst.

Someone make this song a fanfic for any Finn-verse character I beg you. Irdc which character please make some heart wrenching angst.

(If someone does decide to do this plz tag me so I can read 😔)

[ifangirlalot]

can you pleaseeeee do a boris smut I crave it please I don't actually care about the plot I just need a boris smuttttt 🫶 also I love your writing.

if you don't wanna do it that's fine lovee

˗ˏˋ 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐍' 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐍 ˎˊ˗ | starring boris pavlikovsky

OMG! Thanks so much <3 I live to write in sin 😌 Enjoy this absolute filth.

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~*smut!*~ [𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘:] don't try this at home, degrading, choking, riding while driving, ukranian insults/petnames used, public sex kink (technically), unsafe sex

*y'all this is just straight up fucking filthy- so, enjoy this for all you guys and gals in your hoe phase*

xoxo, zee

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[Name]'s POV

Being honest, when the new Ukranian foreign exchange asked me in broken English if I was 'into riding foreigns', I thought he meant like cars. As any sane person would. Currently, I sure as hell was riding a foreign, but it sure as hell was not a foreign car.

I was riding a foreign who just so happened to be driving a car.

Boris stomped on the gas pedal, and in my cock drunk haze, I didn't really focus on the danger of what we were doing right now, as I bounced my hips against his cock, my panties around my ankles and my body against his chest. Boris looked entirely focused, his hips only slightly thrusting up every few seconds, his pale veiny hand grasping the clutch. His dark eyes remained ahead, but I can tell from the flaring of his nostrils that he's very much enjoying this… roadside assistance, if you will.

"B-Boris! Boris, fuuuuuck! What if we- what if we crash.. agh, oh god.." My fingers grasped the dashboard so hard my knuckles were turning white as I bounced my ass even faster. The car was beginning to smell like sex.

At my concern, Boris promptly slapped my tits and snarled under his breath, the hand that wasn't on the steering wheel clutching my waist. "Do not worry about crash, worry about dick, маленькая шлюха."

I didn't even know what he called me, but I'll tell you what, my body really liked that. Based on how sticky my thighs felt now and how my body was bouncing faster and harder, moans spilling out from between my parted lips, I REALLY liked it. Boris's free hand shifted from my waist to my breast, his thumb and forefinger collecting my nipple and rolling it, pinching it, tugging it and letting it snap back into place. I moaned loudly, tilting my body back against him as I threw my head back from the euphoric feeling. All it took was some tit play to make me forget all about the fact that Boris was driving.

His hand crept up from my breasts to my neck. His fingers tightened around my neck, squeezing, making me gasp out for breath, but Boris's grip didn't loosen. Deep down, I really fucking liked that.

I felt a knot forming in my stomach, threatening to unravel in any coming moment. And Boris wasn't helping matters any.

"Good little American whore is going to cum, eh? Right on my dick. And then I will cum and fill her little pink pussy up with my cum and you will have to go home, your thighs all sticky from me." He smirked and squeezed my throat harder, moving his hips up into mine. I could feel the cool metal of his rings digging into my skin, leaving imprints behind. The metal was so cold it felt like it was burning. I could feel myself clenching around him.

Boris swore under his breath and promptly stomped on the breaks. Both his hands encircled my thighs and pulled them up, my knees pressed against my chest. My face felt like it was in flames from this new, risky position. His fingers pressed between my folds, pulling a sound I didn't even know I was capable of from my throat.

"Faster." He hissed in my ears, I groaned and shoved my hips harder against his.

It wasn't even a full two minutes later and I was screaming and orgasming all over his lap, the white sticky liquid running over his leather seat and dripping to the carpeted floor.

Boris didn't finish that quickly though. He pressed my head against the steering wheel (very convienant how the horn no longer worked) and roughly yet slowly thrusted into my spent body. I could hear him grunting and moaning in a raspy tone of voice. Finally, he muttered, "O kurwa…" and with one more weak thrust I felt his hot seed spill into my body.

[itlover8000]

Hi everyone!!!

Would you guys like it if I started writing fics myself? If so, what types of fics would you guys be interested in? I'm pretty open to writing stories that allude to smut or get a little steamy. I'm also open to writing fics that involve yandere/dark themes or just fluffy/cute. I prefer to only write for fem!reader or I can make the reader very vague so that the reader can be non-binary. Please let me know what you are interested in and comfortable with.

Characters/people I'm thinking of writing for:

-Bill Denbrough and Richie Tozier (It 2017)

-Bill Skarsgard/Pennywise

-Elvis Presley or Austin!Elvis

-Tom Riddle/Voldemort

-Draco Malfoy

-Ethan Landry

-Jerome and Jeremiah Valeska

-Anakin Skywalker

If you guys have any other ideas for characters please let me know. I just prefer not to write about the actual actors themselves!

Please feel free to give me ideas/requests.

Love,

Gabriela ❤️

[balloontrash]

Dead to Me Part 5 (Finale)

A/N: I cant believe this is still getting notes after like 3 years of not updating. I'm feeling inclined to write for other fandoms but I really didn't want to leave this unfinished before I moved on. Especially if people are still reading. This is long overdue, hope you like &lt;3

Summary: Y/n reflects on why the friendship broke in the first place and is ready to finally face the promise she broke.

Warnings: literally one curse

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

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"No secrets ever. Thats the secret to a successful friendship I'm sure of it," Richie states after a long rant about a magazine article he read. The article was talking about the causes of friendship breakups and Richie was determined to make sure he never had to go through one with Y/n or any of the other losers.

Y/n was listening quietly, occupied with her own homework. Y/n was sitting on the couch while her best friend paced around the room like a teacher giving a lecture. She did catch most of his monologue while briefly turning her attention to her assignment. Every once in a while she'd nod her head in agreement. She failed to notice the end of the rant, so when Richie turned to her expecting agreement, he was shocked to see she wasn't paying attention.

Richie rips the paper out of her hands to Y/n's protest.

"Were you not listening at all?" Richie stares at her, offended. Y/n grabs the paper back out of his hand. "The entire fate of our friendship could depend on this conversation."

"You're being dramatic. I was listening, I just zoned out during the last part," She replied, trying to fix the creasing in the paper caused by Richie's action. Richie sat down next to her on the couch. He grabs her head with both his hands and forces her to look up at him. Y/n blushed slightly as his hands remained cradling her face. His face has turned serious, as if it was really important that she listened to everything he said. Y/n drops her pencil, signaling to him she was listening.

"I don't want us to ever stop being friends, and I hope you feel the same way too." Richie's tone was soft but stern. A pit in her stomach formed when he said the word friends. If that was all he wanted, it was better to hear it now. A part of her wanted to disagree; tell him she wanted to be more than that. That she hoped they could some day drop the friends label. It was the wrong time to say it. In fact, Y/n could never seem to find the right moment to say it. Y/n hesitated before nodding her head in agreement. Richie continued, "That's why I want us to promise that we won't keep secrets from each other. Whatever is going on, you tell me and I'll tell you. We can't hide anything important from each other. I want you to promise."

Y/n's heart started racing. To promise meant she'd need to tell him the one secret that has been weighing on her chest. The one secret that is single handedly keeping their friendship from falling apart. She couldn't tell him, but she also couldn't tell him why she couldn't make the promise. But in that moment with his hands holding her cheeks, staring deep into her eyes, how could she ever deny his request. So she said it.

"No Secrets," Y/n nodded her head slowly, eyes fixed on Richie's, breaking it before it was even made. "I promise."

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Y/n couldn't shake Richie's voice out of her head from the last time they spoke. "I'm your best friend for fucks sake. Aren't we supposed to tell each other everything? No secrets remember? What the fuck happened to that shit?"

The losers were urging her to make things right, but no one was quite sure how to do it. Both Richie and Y/n were left heartbroken. It was Y/n's fault. She knew it. There was no denying it. She was just so aggravated that day, but nothing justified what came out of her mouth. She didn't mean any of it, but there was no way to explain that to Richie now, especially after seeing his face break in front of him.

Y/n ran. Ran from Richie, ran from her mistake, ran from her feelings. The laughable thing about all of this was, Richie was right that day on that couch. Their friendship broke over a stupid secret, just because Y/n was too scared to face it.

She was back with the losers, discussing Y/n's attempts to talk to Richie at lunch the day prior. Y/n was curled up on the floor with her back resting on the couch. Bev was sitting on the couch above Y/n, her head resting on her hand. The rest of her friends sprawled out around the room. It was almost normal if it wasn't for the quiet that filled the room. It was obvious someone was missing, the exact someone we were trying to get back.

"So he just walked off without letting you talk?" Eddie questioned, pacing around the room. Y/n nods slightly in response.

"How are we going to get them to talk about anything if Richie won't even stay long enough to listen," Stan spoke up. He was seated on an arm chair near the couch. His arms crossed over his chest. If anyone asked him, he was upset with Y/n. He would never say it, but he didn't have to. It was obvious he believed it was Y/n's fault the friend group was disrupted in the first place. If it wasn't for Richie leaving, he would've been fine with her exit. "He's refused to talk to us either"

"E-even if he d-d-oes listen w-what d-does Y/n/n s-s-say?" Bill asks. "I-it's not like i-i-i-it's an easy f-fix."

Y/n sat in silence, listening to her friends debate the situation. Bill was right. There wasn't a lot that could be said that would easily solve the issue. His heart was broken and she assumed it was because of their friendship. From her view point, their friendship was platonic because he wanted it to be. She wasn't ready to give up her feelings to Richie, but that was the reason why it broke. It didn't matter now since there was no friendship to save. She broke their promise.

Y/n was deep in thought and the rest of the losers were starting to notice. Bev's voice broke her thought. She turned to the rest of her friends, all of them waiting in anticipation. Y/n turned to Bev.

"I need to tell him," Y/n said. Bev understood immediately. She stood up "Its a little late but..."

"Okay but Y/n/n why? There's not a guarantee he's going to want to hear it," Mike asked, a look of worry on his face. "Don't break your heart further."

"the only reason I didn't tell him was because I was afraid to break our friendship. I did that anyway. There's nothing to lose," Y/n was still trying to convince herself this was the right thing to do. She wasn't so sure, but it was the only way she could think of. She needed to be honest.

No secrets this time.

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She wasn't going to wait till school to confront Richie. It was now or never. She left her friend's basement and headed down the familiar route to Richie's house. All the while prepping her speech in her head, trying her best not to imagine how he'd respond. The point was to get him to listen.

Before she knew it, she was in front of his house. Amber's car not present in the driveway, easing Y/n's nerves just slightly. It didn't look like anyone was home actually. She stood at the door for a minute before she knocked.

It took a moment for anyone to answer the door, but when it did, there was Richie shocked to see who was in front of him. His face quickly changed from shock to confusion as his eye brows furrowed.

"Don't close the door," Y/n started, her voice obviously nervous. She looked behind him quickly, scanning the house for anyone else. "Just please listen to me. I need you to listen."

Richie stood silent for a moment, but eventually took a step forward and closed the door behind him. A silent signal to continue. This was a first step, Y/n noticed. Before she could calm down, she noticed Richie's anger. He was so obviously hurt and being in front of him just made it worse.

"I have been listening haven't I?" Richie voice was venomous, but Y/n expected it. "I thought you didn't want anything to do with me? So why do you keep showing up?"

"Because I broke our promise," Y/n spits out. There was no use in arguing, she had to get to the point while he was still listening.

"What?" His voice softened.

"Our promise... No secrets." Richie scoffed at the reminder, but Y/n continued. "I fucked up our friendship because I was too scared to a stupid secret."

Richie didn't dare speak. She had his full attention now. He didn't know what he was going to hear, but part of him still hoped it would be about him.

"I broke the promise as soon as I made it, but I couldn't tell you because I thought it would break us. I broke us anyway. I didn't come here to try to take back what I said, I know I can't," Y/n didn't break eye contact once while she spoke. She needed Richie to know she was serious, in the same way he looked at her when he forced her to swear honesty. "All I can do is tell you what I didn't."

She paused. Richie no longer looked at her with such venom. He was listening, not trying to fight back, not making any snarky comments. Not being the Asshole he usually was. He was listening, almost hopeful. It scared her, not knowing what that hope was for.

The words felt like knives scrapping at the back of her throat. It was suffocating. This was not how she imagined she was going to be confessing her love for her best friend. She lied to Mike, there definitely still was something to lose. Rejection was almost guaranteed and she knew it when she walked to the door. No matter what happened, that would still hit harder than anything that has happened. Richie didn't deserve to be hurt the way she hurt him, but Y/n was ready to face her own heartbreak in order to make it right. As he looked at her eager for something, it was all that she owed him.

"You were my secret."

Her voice was quiet and strangled, but it was clear as day. shivers were sent down Richie's spine. He couldn't believe what he had heard. He was confused, unsure if it meant what he thought it did.

"I loved you, Richie. And I ran and hurt you and I am so so sorry," Tears had began falling from her eyes. She looked away, too scared to face Richie. She wanted to run just like she did before, but she couldn't she wouldn't do that again. "There was no one else. There was no Mike. There was no Bill. There was no jock, no one you ever asked about. There was you and I was so scared if I told you, there wouldn't be. But I lost you anyway and hurt you in the process. I'm not asking you to love me or forgive me or to enter your life again. But the losers, they don't deserve to lose you too. It was my mistake, blame me, don't blame--"

"Do me a favor and be quiet."

Richie's hands were back on the side of Y/n's face. She looked up at him shocked. She was so close to him. His face only inches a part from him. She couldn't read his expression. Pity maybe, condolence. No. It was love.

Richie leaned in to kiss Y/n's tear stained cheeks.

"I broke the promise too."

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[paradiseismine]

do you do richie tozier x f reader?

Richie Tozier Headcanons

Pairing: Richie Tozier x f!reader

Warnings: i split my hcs in fluffy and smutty, you can read it partially or totally, as you wish.

Love note from Nina: I was always a bit hesitant in writing for Richie because I haven’t read the It book yet (the source material). However, I’ve seen both movie versions (1990/2017), and since I’ll be basing my writing on Finn’s depiction of Richie, I decided to give it a try. Hope you like it!

Fluff 🎀

- Major hand holder, this one. He takes your hand absentmindedly to cross the street, in a nearly involuntary way, for instance. If he thinks you’re scared or in need of some sort of support, he’ll hold your hand in a heartbeat;

- Richie is a “it’s ok love, I’m here for you” type of guy, all the way;

- Lots of burying his head on the crook of your neck to smell you (whether or not you wear perfume, he’s just really into your scent);

- Physical touch is his main love language, but he’s also a big quality time guy: always looking for places to take you to, things you can do together, all that good stuff;

- Loves touching your hair, massaging your scalp, running his fingers through your tresses as you talk;

- Also loves to “kiss your heart”, aka, putting his lips to the middle of your chest (even if in public) whenever you wear a low cut shirt;

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- Plenty of jokes and commentary about how hot you are/how sweet your pussy tastes/how beautiful your boobs are. Richie will be literally eating a glazed doughnut and say “so much sugar on this, it’s nearly as sweet as y/n’s pussy”

- Despite the jokes, he’s reallyyyy into you, your mind and your body, even if he doesn’t know the best way to show it sometimes;

- A lot of communication is done through touch, specially when it comes to your intimacy together;

- A hand on your thigh under the table as you’re having dinner means “can we do a little something before bed?”, whilst a thumb lightly pushing your bra strap off your shoulder means “I miss your body”;

- He gets embarrassed of his glasses when you two are making out too intensely and they fog up (it’s adorable);

- Having you on his lap, one leg to each side of his waist is a personal favorite;

- This boy lovessss to finger you, omg;

- Rich thinks fingering is a mandatory prep for penetration, as to stretch you out a bit before his dick comes in, because “you’re always so tight, doll, I need to make sure you can take it, you know?”

- Trashmouth knows exactly what to say to get you wet through your panties. There’s lots of degrading, but usually a little praise at the end too.

- Expect to hear things along the lines of “you’re such a little slut for me, aren’t you? All desperate and soaked like that… tsc, tsc, those people who see you looking so ladylike and poised on the street have no idea how much of a whore you are”

- He’s very keen on driving you completely insane during foreplay - dirty words whispered to your ears, very light touches to get your skin tingly and sensitive, some tease and denial as well if he’s not too worked up and desperate to have you;

- His thrusts are mostly slow and steady, he only picks up the pace when you’re satisfied;

- Richie loves to cum in your mouth. Being so talkative and such an oral person in general, nothing grants him a better orgasm than gushing his warm seed into your mouth and having you swallow it;

- Aftercare is really important for him. Cuddles and gentle talking are always on the menu, and even some lighter kisses if you’re in the mood. He’ll always make you laugh too, not only because he’s a goofball, but also cause your laugh is his favorite sound - followed closely by your moans.

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last updated: 25th august, 2023 newest: yandere tyler(dog days) hcs

rules for requesting: ✮ disclaimer: i do not do smut, i can do dark themes such as stalking, etc. requests are open.

finn wolfhard - none yet. mike wheeler(stranger things) - none yet. richie tozier(it) yandere richie tozier genre: richie tozier x gn!reader, headcanons warnings: yandere tingz, implications of murder, stalker behaviour, mean richie, mentions of cuts and bruises, possessiveness, manipulation trevor spengler(ghostbusters: afterlife) - none yet. tyler(dog days) yandere tyler genre: tyler x gn!reader, headcanons warnings: yandere behaviour, stalking, obsession, creepy tyler, delusional tyler, implications of murder, manipulation, gaslighting