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PLEASE PART 5 OF DADDY ISSUES HOLYFUCK I AM SOOOO HOOKED 😍😍😍😍

Daddy Issues {Part 5} Henry x Reader x Patrick

Description: Reader uses the Bowers gang’s reputation to get the attention she craves from her distant father. The only family she has left. Completely unaware of how obsessed and possessive Henry and Patrick become of the innocent new girl.

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5]

Warning: inappropriate touching, strong language, sexual activities & NSFW.

“I just don’t see why you have to go.” You complained for the thousandth time as you sat stretched out in one of the leather chairs your father had placed in front of his desk, watching him stack papers and folders into his briefcase. You tried not to let it bother you too much that he was going to be gone all weekend long, but you just couldn’t help but feel upset. Like you were losing him to work all over again.

“Enough, (y/n)” Your father sighed. Closing his briefcase and heading out the door disappearing into the hallway. You sat for a moment longer pouting before following him into the kitchen. Now a look of annoyance twisted in your features.

Leaning on the island with your chin rested in the palm of your hand, you sighed. Your eyebrows rose. “I might throw a party while you’re gone.”

“Sure.” Your father snorted at the thought. Instantly you felt offended.

“I could.” You insisted.

“Of course, (y/n), and I’m sure it would be a real rager.” You made a face at this.

“Dad, no one says that.” Your voice was small as you watched him slip on his jacket and grab his keys. He gave you an awkward one arm hug before heading for the front door as he called out, “I left money for food on the counter and I will see you as soon as I get back!”

As the front door swung shut loudly, you glanced over and spotted the money. Next to it was a note that stated “NOT drug money!” in black sharpie. You smiled at the note as you headed upstairs to begin your usual studies.

Your room was dim with both the lights off and the blinds shielding the sunlight. Rereading the note with a smirk, you lied back in bed. You sighed with a smile. Your fingers running over the paper in disbelief.

“I like your room.”

Quickly you shoot up to see Patrick leaning against your dresser perched next to your open closet, holding an old childhood teddy bear you had hidden away in your room for years. Unable to part with the sentimental fluff. How’d he find the thing? He must have been searching for awhile.

There was a long silence before anything happened next. All you could do was watched as Patrick shook the stuffed animal to mimic dancing. An actual giggle slipping between his lips. The sound was admittedly eerie. Leaving a chill to run down your spine.

You quickly ran for the door. Not exactly knowing why you felt so scared all of a sudden. Maybe it was because you were never in control when you were alone with the boys. Patrick quickly caught up and slammed the door shut with one hand the moment you twisted and pulled the knob. The door slammed with such a force it sent the pictures on the wall in the hallway vibrating. You found yourself paralyzed in front of the door, your back to Patrick who loomed over you.

The two of you stayed like this for awhile. His eyes taking in your shaky frame. The corner of his lips twitching into a crooked grin. You took a step back as Patrick stepped around your with his back now pressed against the door. He watched you with an open smirk, his eyes dark. “Shit.” He chuckled, taking a step forward. Once you noticed this you instinctively stepped back. “you look so scared.” The amusement in his eyes was unsettling. Only leaving you to want to keep what little space you had standing between you.

He ran his finger down the side of your face. Then down your neck, tracing your pulse as he got closer to your collarbone. “How did you get into my room,” your voice sounded so small in the already quiet bedroom. When his finger collided with the collar of your button-down shirt, he teasingly pushed it to the side to reveal your bra strap as his eyes momentarily flickered to meet yours. “You really should lock your window.”

To stop you from stepping back any further, he snaked his other arm around your waist, pulling you up against him. Your hands flew out and pressed firmly against his chest from the sudden impact. Feeling like you had just had the wind knocked out of you, but really it was only because you couldn’t breathe with him so close. You couldn’t even seem to think with how intense he was watching you. His hands on you possessively. His finger traced down to the first button of your blouse. Making a show of slowly undoing it with one hand, slowly dragging his finger down to the next and undoing that one as well. You half expected him to undo the third as well, may have even waited a bit, but he never did. Instead, he continued to run his touch down your clothed form. Slowly making it down past your skirt to your revealed thigh. He held his finger there against your skin for a moment. His touch so cold against your warm skin. Bring his face closer to yours as he traced his finger up underneath your skirt. It was pretty clear Patrick wanted to finish what he had started in the car.

You weren’t actually sure how you felt about it.

As much as you wanted to push him away, your body betrayed you by making no movements. You just stood frozen as Patrick pushed your panties to the side, His touch going straight for your entrance. But he never made a move to work in, instead, he ran his finger up to your clit slowly. Leaving a tingling feeling to follow.

You pressed your palms against his chest halfheartedly. Your eyes stared down at your pressed together body’s as he watched your every reaction to his touch. Loving the way you squirmed, how your jaw dropped and the way you bit down on your lip when you felt your body betraying you. It was truly a sight to see for him, almost as good as when he locked that puppy in his fridge and listened to it struggled as he held the door shut. Maybe even better.

At the thought of his special fridge, he found himself wondering what it would feel like to lock you somewhere.

Your breathing was becoming irregular as Patrick continued to circle your clit. Your hands trembled against him. All he could do was hold tighter as he pressed down harder, speeding his movements. You bit harder on your lip as one of your hands slipped to the arm doing the torture, gripping tightly. Your nails digging into his skin causing him to grunt lowly. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge you had only recently become acquainted with. But before you could see it threw, Patrick pulled his hand away and gripped you tightly around the neck, his thumb pressing down on the nerve under the side of your jaw, forcing you to look up at him as his lips crashed down against yours. Knocking the air right out of you and consuming your gasp of shock. He tightened his hold around your waist when you stupidly tried to pull away. Making sure you weren’t going anywhere this time.

Just when you found yourself meeting his pace, he suddenly threw you down on the bed. You watched unmovingly as Patrick climbed onto the bed and crawled over you. Throwing the pillows to the ground forcefully so that he could pull you higher up the bed. Getting you completely under him as his captured your lips again. You found yourself moaning into the kiss. The sweet sound encouraging him to suddenly rip open your shirt. The buttons flying away without a trace.

You flinched from the sudden movement, your hands reaching up only to have him grabbed your wrist and pin them down beside your head. You continued kissing Patrick, even when his grip on your wrist only seem to tighten. Like he was afraid you would slip away somehow. You’d already managed it twice already. He tilted his head and deepened the kiss. HIs tongue massaging your and coaxing you closer in. Allowing him full access to you entirely in your dazed state.

He pulled back and quickly took his shirt off and undo his belt buckle and jeans. Without even realizing how it happened, you found yourself shimmying out of your skirt. Unable to pull your gaze away from his as you watched him hover over you again. His lips trailing kisses down your jawline to your neck and collarbone. Decorating your skin with bright red marks that would soon become colorful bruises. “I know you fucked Henry,” Patrick hissed against your skin. The vibration sending goosebumps to rise as he ran his hands down the curves of your body. Slipping your panties to the side and pushing his cock through. Leaving you to gasp and claw at his shoulders from the pain. “and I really don’t like that.”

His fingers bit painfully on your hips. Holding you in place as he forced his way through your tight walls. Each thrust seeming to add to the shooting pain causing you to squirm. When you moved a hesitant hand to try and loosen Patrick’s hold on you, he swatted your hand away with a low grunt before slamming into you as punishment. The shock sending you to grip fistfuls of your bedsheets and clench down on your teeth. A cry between a moan of pleasure and a scream of pain slipping. The sweet sound only driving him crazy. He found his pace and began thrusting into you relentlessly. You licked your lips, your eyes closed, one of your hands gripped onto his painfully as the other tangled in your hair.

He pushed into you slowly, getting deeper and hitting a nerve. You cried out. Patrick smirked, now repeating the movement and hitting the bundle of nerves, again and again, sending your hands to try and push him away as you squirmed underneath him desperately.

You could feel your thighs quivering as your breathing became irregular. You couldn’t seem to focus on anything, not the way Patrick was fucking you like he was intentionally trying to hurt you, or the way you called out his name under your shaky breath with the headboard thrashing against the wall like rhythmic background music, all you could think about was the rising, inexplicable wave coursing through your body. You could feel a pulsing between your thighs. It felt so good it almost hurt.

Patrick was close. You knew this from how heavy he was grunting as he quickened his pace. His grip on your hips tightening. But you knew he was holding back. First pushing you closer and closer to the edge. You arched your back more and more. Pressing your shoulder blades firmly into the mattress. With the strong sensation growing, you found yourself rocking your hips against his. Adding to the pressure when suddenly you felt something take over completely. Instantly you stopped moving, and you wanted nothing more than to clench up and enjoy the explosion that was erupting throughout your entire body. It felt overwhelming but so amazing at the same time.

“Stop. Stop. Stop.” You quickly said with a small breathless voice. Your mind completely shutting down as you shook. Moaning uncontrollably. Patrick thrusted a few more times before coming to a slow halt. Cuming deep inside you and breathing heavily.

Even after the high came and went you found yourself unable to move. Your chest heaved as you struggled to catch your breath and regather your thoughts. Letting Patrick stay inside you as he pressed his forehead down onto yours. His hand coming up and gripping your throat. He squeezed gently. Your eyes opened and met his gaze. Suddenly caught off guard by the way he glared at you.

“You’re mine.”

#Patrick Hockstetter #Patrick Hockstetter x reader #imagine #smut #daddy issues #nsfw #Henry Bowers #bowers gang #possessive

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Why does this guy give me hella Patrick Hockstetter vibes?? 😍😳

#patrick hockstetter #the bowers gang #ingrid goes west

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This blog ain’t dead but 99% of the IT blogs I follow are so like this or reblog it or whatever so I can follow you and get new spicy content

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Are there going to be more parts to Daddy Issues? I'm kinda hooked now

Daddy Issues {Part 4} Henry x Reader x Patrick

(A/N: Sorry for the super long wait! Just been shopping a lot with Thanksgiving and exams just around the corner. But here we go! *cracks knuckles*)

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4]

Warning: inappropriate touching, strong language, some mildish sexual stuff & NSFW.

You tried to hold back a moan as you felt him trail kiss down your neck. Sucking and biting down on your collarbone possessively. Sure to leave colorful bruises to decorate your skin. Your fingers tangle in his hair earning a low throaty groan from him in response. You arched your back to press yourself against him. His hands finding their way to the waistband of your cotton pajama shorts.

Licking your lips as he continued to lower his kisses. You couldn’t help the scorching tingle that painted each part of your flesh he touched. Whether it be a gentle or rough touch. Though nothing about him was gentle. You knew this… and deep down you found yourself loving it even more without any clue as to why. He tugged at your shorts teasingly slow. Pulling it down side by side, inch by inch. With each painful second, you found it odd how impatient you became. How badly you wanted him to end the torture and just fuck you already.

To your gratitude, he finally kissed you again as he gripped onto your thighs. Keeping them open and still knowing once he started, you would be a trembling mess.

That’s when you let a moan accidentally slip.

“Patrick…”

Quickly you shot up in bed at this, gasping desperately for air. Your skin was covered with a thin layer of sweat with your chest heaving dramatically. Your dark room filled with your heavy breathing mixed with the pitter-patter sounds of rain hitting your windows. Their shadows slithering down on the walls across the room.

Pressing your hand to your forehead as you let yourself take a moment to catch your breath. Sitting in the not so quiet darkness for a long moment. Trying to make sense of your disturbing thoughts. This only made seeing Patrick at school the next day all the more difficult.

Every time you saw his smirk or heard his maniacal laughter, you couldn’t help your thoughts from traveling to your previous dreams. And every time you did, you’d blush madly. Making yourself feel even more obvious.

It had been an entire week since you had any contact with the Patrick or even Henry for that matter. They stayed around, but they didn’t seem to pay you any mind. But you didn’t seem to mind at first, especially with your father now around more. Like an actual father. It wasn’t until that too started coming to an end that Henry and Patrick’s ignoring of you began getting to you.

You were at your locker switching book for the final class of the day when Henry leaned his shoulder against the locker next to yours. Arms crossed like always with his usual distant glare. “We’re taking you home after school today.” Was all he said. His voice clip and intimidating. You glance around then to notice he was alone. It didn’t take you long to find them just down the hall. Messing with Eddie and Richie and laughing about it without a care in the world. Except for Belch, he seemed deep in thought as he waited impatiently. Know he only had a short window of time to skip next period before Mrs. Douglas took it upon herself to find him and drag him to class. At the annoying thought, Belch called out Henry’s name.

Patrick had Eddie pushed up against the wall. Two fistfuls of the kid’s shirt holding him up with his feet dangling. Smirking at the look on Eddie’s face. When turned to laugh with his friends, he spotted you and Henry.

“I-I can’t. My father’s picking me up.” You said sympathetically as you watched Henry simply wave his friends off before turning back to you.

Henry shrugged carelessly. “Tell him you found a ride.” He offered simply. Sounding a bit irritated.

You heard loud shuffling in the distance. Faintly you could see Eddie and Richie quickly running off through your peripheral vision after Patrick had dropped him out of sudden disinterest. This time Patrick was the one to call out. The sound of his annoyed voice catching both your attention. You glanced over to see Belch and Vic talking about skipping next period as Patrick watched you and Henry.

“I can’t…” You mutter as you turn your attention back to Henry. His entire demeanor seemed to change. Instantly freezing over and becoming even more distant. You opened your mouth to apologize but you were cut off but his sudden scoff.

“Whatever,” He muttered as he pushed off the cold lockers loudly. Joining his friends without another word and disappearing as if nothing had happened.

Hesitantly, you closed your locker at the sudden sound of the bell ringing.

Once the school day was officially over, you happily made your way to the front parking lot to meet your father when you heard Miss Stooby, one of the front desk ladies, call out your name.

“Oh, (Y/N) good! I’m so glad I caught you.” She chuckled breathlessly as she handed you a folded yellow sticky note. With a heavy heart, you hesitantly take the piece of paper in your hand.“Your father called, he said he got tied up at work so to go ahead and walk home.”

Annoyed, you glance out the glass doors. Your eyes instantly catching sight of Belch’s car waiting in the front. You knew the boys would be coming back to pick up Vic, who had actually attended his last class. Feeling a sudden irritation take over, you crumpled the slip and tossed it in the trash on your way out. Gripping nervously on the strap of your bag. You feet moving without your commands. Once Henry spotted you coming his way, he pushed off the car he leaned on and met you halfway. Patrick and Belch not so subtly eavesdropping from where they stood.

“What do you want?”

You tried not to let his harsh tone of voice get to you. Pushing back the little bit of pride you had left after all these years. “Uhm… d-does the offer still stand?”

Henry smirked a smug grin as he scoffed. “What offer?”

You stared at him momentarily in confusion. Silently asking him if he were serious. Had he honestly forgotten so soon or was he just fucking with you like the typical bully he was? “About the… the r-ride?” You could feel your palms sweat with embarrassment at the sound of Belch and Vic’s laughter. Patrick just watched in silence as he breathed heavily.

“Oh!” Henry sang in realization with a low chuckle. Turning to the guys, he nodded in confirmation with a crooked grin before turning back to you. “There’s no room.”

“She can sit in the back with us.” Before you could say anything next, you, along with the others, were surprised to hear Patrick call out. When you glanced over at him in shock, you found yourself even more confused when Patrick never grinned wickedly or suggestively. He was dead serious. Henry glanced at something behind you. Seeming to fall into deep thought with a frown. A heavy look of distaste at the thought before he let out a heavy exhale. “I don’t think the others would mind.” Patrick closed with a slow grin.

There it was, the sudden feeling of uneasiness at the very sight settling in the pit of your stomach.

Henry pressed his lips together before glowering down at you. “Fine.” He bit out.

You were almost ready to tell the boys never mind at the dark look playing in Patrick’s stare when you remembered how long the walk was and how hot of a day it felt. Hesitantly, you took a step forward.

What was the worst that could happen? It’s not like you were going to be all alone with him in a secluded place like the girl’s bathroom.

Patrick didn’t wait for you to get into the car. Leaving you to crawl over him purposely when Henry held the front seat up for you. You tried not to give him a good view up your skirt as you struggle over his long legs. Having to accidentally reach out and grip Patrick’s shoulder for support. His hands quickly flying to your waist and helping you to your seat. Once seated, you quickly scooted as far away from Patrick without invading Vic’s space.

The car started up and before you knew it you were speeding down the street. Not caring to watch out for fellow students crossing the road, especially the Losers. When the car hit a speed bump, your knee accidentally bumped against Patrick’s. A harmless movement that made your skin tingle with a sudden awareness of just how close he was to you. Pressing your knees together, you tried to force away the flooding thoughts.

Vic laughed about something Belch or Henry had said. The deep chuckle next to you bringing you back to reality as he leaned forward on the edge of his seat to wedge himself between the front seats. Fidgeting with Belch’s radio to change the music. Belch feigned offense as he continued to drive. The two starting in a playful argument.

You suddenly felt Patrick brush his finger against the soft skin of your revealed knee. At first, you were unsure if the movement was an accident with the constant rocking of the car. But when his touched lingered far longer than what you were comfortable with, you knew it was no mistake. Feeling his touch slowly rise, you quickly pushed his hand away. Glancing up momentarily to see if any of the others had noticed. If Henry had noticed.

Patrick chuckled lowly at your side. The back of his finger gently brushed up your outer thigh. Slowly meeting the hem of your skirt. Instantly you froze. Eyes glued on Henry’s reflection through the rearview mirror as he mindlessly lit a cigarette. Dumbstruck, you made no move to push Patrick’s hand a second time. Instead, you let him run the slender tip of his middle finger under your skirt, running over the skin to meet the middle of your pressed thighs. nudging his way through. Teasingly tracing the soft cotton of your panties. The gentle touch leaving your eyelids to flutter shut slowly.

You knew Patrick was messing with you on purpose. You knew this. But you couldn’t deny the fact that his touch, the attention he was giving you, felt so good.

You felt Patrick run his finger over your clothed sex slowly. Careful to apply the right amount of pressure where needed. Leaving you to subconscious arch into his touch. As this went on, you made sure to keep a close listen to your surroundings. Making sure Vic and Belch were still arguing about who had better music taste with Henry muttering his negative two-cents as you let the sensation of Patrick’s touch wash over you.

Capturing your bottom lip between your teeth to stifle a moan, you clenched your hands into fists at your sides. Your knees ever so slightly opening for more. Patrick smiled at this as he found the outline of your panties. Carefully working his way under the fabric. It took everything in you not to gasp. The tip of your tug gently wetting your lips, your eyes still shut.

“Whatever, man. You wish.” Belch called out, instantly cutting Vic off from his argument. “Why don’t we ask Patrick who has better taste? Patrick?”

“No!” Patrick simply yelled out in a clipped tone. His eyes momentarily looking away to glare at Belch before quickly going back to watching you bite down on your bottom lip. Your hands gripping fistfuls of your skirt from the struggle of holding back the rising vibration in her louder stomach. Trying with everything in her not to think of the way her thighs were beginning to quiver with her breathing becoming irregular. Sounding a bit jagged as if struggling to breathe or holding in a cry.

Vic laughed mockingly as he turned the music up louder to drown Belch out. When he accidentally bumped your leg at the sudden stop it sent your eyes flying open. Quickly you pushed Patrick’s hand away as you grabbed your bag and rushed out the car, stumbling and dropping your bag in the process. Henry was quick to help steady you. Making sure you were planted firmly on your feet before reaching down and getting your bag for you. When he went to hand it to you, you couldn’t help but nervously meet his gaze. You face flushed and your eyes wide. Completely unaware you father had stepped out then in curiosity until Henry glanced his way.

Not even phased, Henry said goodbye before getting in the car and driving off. You waited a moment before hesitantly meeting your father at the porch. Giving him a nervous smile as you chirped a hello and heading inside. Wanting nothing more than to lock yourself in your room, still feeling a frustrating tingle in her lower region.

“Who were those boys?” Your father asked curiously as he followed you inside to the kitchen where you went to the fridge to grab a bottled water.

You let the cool air of the refrigerator fan over your heated skin when you opened the door. “No one, daddy.”

“I’m not sure I feel comfortable with you hanging around people like them.” He suddenly admitted to your surprise.

People like them?

“I needed a ride home and you couldn’t pick me up,” You reminded as you snapped the cap off, bringing the rim to your lips and taking a careful swing. “so.. ”

“Don’t you have any other friends that could give you a ride?”

As you took a sip, you felt suddenly self-conscious and saddened by the answer to the question. Thinking back to the fact that you didn’t really have any friends, to begin with, let alone any that could drive. Not wanting to respond, you grabbed your bag and headed upstairs to your room. Pressing your back against the door behind you as you took a deep breath to try and calm yourself. Still pretty worked up from the drive. All you could feel was a throbbing hunger between your thighs. Feeling somehow robbed of something you didn’t know of yet.

#Patrick Hockstetter #Patrick Hockstetter x reader #imagine #nsfw #daddy issues

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#tbh id love a gif of owen teague doing this 👀

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Crawl {SAMPLE? Maybe?}

Patrick x Reader

(A/N: This one was inspired by a conversation I was having with @oh-no-another-reylo the other day. That girl is amazing, a dirty minded like me so we get along fucking beautifully! Be sure to check her out for every day reylo content if you’re into any of that!) Description: Reader gets caught stalking Henry and Patrick uses it against her Warning: None really, just Patrick being a dick I guess (if I do continue, there WILL be smut...)

(Y/N) had never wanted to disappear more in her entire life. After all the humiliating things she had done this one had to take the cake. She had spent the last few weeks obsessing over Derry's infamous gang leader; Henry Bowers. Her compulsive infatuation getting her caught when she selfishly decided to sneak a peek in the boy's locker room. She had a tendency of growing easily smitten. But it never failed, they burned bright and died fast. It was a process she had seemed to grow used to. She knew there was no ignoring these strong feelings. All that she could do now was stay along for the ride until it ended. (Y/N) just had wished it would've died before she got caught by none other than Patrick Hockstetter himself. All day she had been on edge. Anytime she let her mind run back to the humiliating events, her face would burn a bright crimson red with the growing hope of being sucked up by the universe. A sudden urge to yell at herself in frustration growing. She was so consumed with her own thoughts she hadn't noticed someone messing with her window until she heard it slide open. Quickly turning in her seat, she watched in horror as Patrick climbed in. “What the—what are you doing? Get out!” “Chill, (Y/L/N)” He smirked as he hopped down. His lanky frame towering in her room. “I just came to talk.” “Well, I don't want to talk, so…” (Y/N) trailed off nervously as she crossed her arms over her chest. Trying to make herself seem more confident than she felt. “You'd think you'd be nicer to me.” Patrick glared then. His humor gone. “I'm sorry,” (Y/N) muttered under her breath after a moment of silence. Feeling suddenly cautious of her every move and word as if standing before a wild animal ready to attack. “Look, I'm not supposed to have people over when my parents aren't home.” “Don't worry, I won't take long.” And just like that, like a simple flip of a switch, Patrick’s smirk returned with a flirtatious wink. “So I talked to my buddy Henry,” He began to say as he walked over to her dresser. Open the top drawer and peeking through. “you know Henry, right? Yay tall? Curses like a sailor?” When she said nothing, he continued with a devious grin as he slid her drawer shut. “Oh come on, you know him.” He sang in a singsong voice. When she still said nothing in response, he waved his hand as he plopped down on the edge of her bed. “Whatever, anyway, we were talking and it was the funniest thing, he had no idea there was a girl stalking him.” I wasn't stalking him. She wanted to say desperately. But held her tongue as she carefully leaned back against the rim of her desk. Watching Patrick carefully. “Whoever she is, ya gotta admit, that's some pretty humiliating shit. I mean, if anyone were to say, I don’t know, find out about this—” “Please don't tell him,” (Y/N) silence suddenly broke. Her voice filled with panic with fear that word would get out about her obsession. Feeling a sudden anxious rush over her, she found herself doing the one thing she never thought she’d ever do; beg Patrick Hockstetter. “Patrick, please?” Patrick's smirk wavered for a moment. Originally, he had only come to mock and tease (y/n) like the bully he was, but after hearing her beg him, after hearing her say his name like that, so innocent and vulnerable, suddenly he found his plans shifting. His thoughts darkening as he tilted his head ever so slightly. “What's in it for me?” He questioned with a crooked grin. (Y/N) sighed heavily. Not really having anything to offer. Fidgeting with her hands as she stared nervously at the carpet below her feet. “Patrick—” “Stop saying my name.” he suddenly bit out. His smug smirk gone and his eyes heated with tension. She could see something, faintly, playing in his eyes. But it was gone just as fast as it came when Patrick suddenly grinned again. His mood swings giving her momentary whiplash. “You don't want me to tell Henry? Fine. I won’t tell, on one condition,” she waited in suspense as his eyes ran over her. There wasn't much to see thanks to her oversized sweater but that only seemed to leave him more curious. With a surprisingly gentle tone, he spoke lowly. “Com’ere.” A command. He was commanding her now. (Y/N) watched him for a moment as if to silently ask if he were serious. When he never smirked or said anything next, she felt her chest tighten with fear. Hesitantly, she pushed off the desk and took a cautious step forward. Her eyes never meeting his. “No,” Patrick suddenly tsked. “Get on your hands and knees and crawl.”

#Patrick Hockstetter #Patrick Hockstetter x reader #imagine #Henry Bowers #bowers gang #submissive

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