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ifangirlalot · 4 months
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˗ˏˋ 𝐙𝐄𝐄'𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ˎˊ˗ | idk guys, i tried-
︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵୨♡୧‿︵‿︵୨♡୧‿︵‿︵୨♡୧‿︵‿︵ 💭 ۫⠀MILES FAIRCHILD.⠀୨୧⠀· ˚
&&* Lesson One &&* Sauce With The Boss &&* Top!Reader x Sub!Boyfriend &&* NSFW Headcanons
💭 ۫⠀BORIS PAVLIKOVSKY.⠀୨୧⠀· ˚
&&* Foreplay Headcanons &&* Riding A Foreign &&* Sauce With The Boss &&* NSFW Headcanons
💭 ۫⠀FINN WOLFHARD.⠀୨୧⠀· ˚
&&* Hopelessly Pinning &&* Sauce With The Boss &&* Hot, Heavy, and Handsome &&* Yandere!Finn Alphabet &&* "Method" Acting &&* Pussy Eater &&* Worship & Praise
💭 ۫⠀RICHIE TOZIER.⠀୨୧⠀· ˚
&&* Digits &&* Bottom!Richie x Top!Reader &&* Richie Taking Shy!Reader's Virginity &&* Richie Fingering Shy!Reader &&* Sauce With The Boss
💭 ۫⠀ZIGGY KATZ.⠀୨୧⠀· ˚
&&* Sauce With The Boss &&* Gettin' Jiggy With Ziggy
💭 ۫⠀MIKE WHEELER.⠀୨୧⠀· ˚
&&* Sauce With The Boss &&* I'm Sorry The World Is Failing You &&* Digits
💭 ۫⠀SAL FISHER.⠀୨୧⠀· ˚
&&* Softie Toppy &&* Top!Reader x Sub!Boyfriend &&* Sal x Injured!Reader &&* Sal With A Hard To Please SO
💭 ۫⠀LINK.⠀୨୧⠀· ˚
&&* BOTW/TOTK!Link NSFW Headcanons
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reareaotaku · 1 month
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Richie Tozier Headcanons
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He's so bad with his words
^ Well, when he's not making some vividly, gnarly joke
He met you at the arcade and was too scared to approach you
He had seen you around a few times around the neighborhood, but had never been close enough to you to see your features
He saw you frustrated with the game, so he decided to try and approach you
"Oh, that game is hard, huh?" He tries to sound sly, as he leans against the arcade game
You give him a weird, confused look, before looking back at the game
"Yeah, I can't get past this stupid level"
He helps you get that past the level and you'd become friends
You think it's cool that he knew how to beat the game and were ecstatic to finally get pass the stupid level and now was onto a new level
He relaxes a lot and you find him kind of funny
You both become quite close
You go over to each other's house a lot
The group teases him for picking you over them, especially since you had only know him for a few months while they have known him for years
He ignores it or might taunt them back
He wants to tell you he likes you, but he likes the friendship you both have
He would never tell you. If you have any feelings for him, you'd have to tell him
Otherwise, it'll be unrequited love
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marvelslut16 · 1 year
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Oh baby
Prompt number: 18 "I don't think this is your problem."
Fandom: IT
Pairing: Richie Tozier x reader (aged up to 17 or 18)
Rating: 18+
Word count: 3.4k
Warnings: Swearing. Teen pregnancy. Mentions of attempted forced abortions. Some angst. Abusive parents. Fluffy in the end.
A/N: This has literally been in my drafts since 2020, and I finally finished it for fictober this year. It is my baby, please be kind to it, I love it so much. The main reason I haven't finished it till now was I was scared people would hate it. The only adulty looking gifs I could find of Finn were from season 4 of ST, whoops. Also, Richie would totally have that hair.
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Richie Tozier was undoubtedly the love of your life, the problem being that you two are only in a friends with benefits relationship. It all started one night when the losers were getting drunk in the barrens in celebration of all of you passing your junior year finals, Richie and you snuck out to see the stars and one thing led to another. And the next thing you knew you were pressed up against a tree, denim shorts and cotton undies discarded a foot away, and Richie was thrusting into you. Your drunk inhibitions had been so addicting that you’ve fucked multiple times a week almost every week for the past year. You’ve kept it a secret from you friends, but the looks Bev gives you two makes it fairly obvious that she’s caught on. 
Your friends with benefits relationship had been going great up until recently, when you made the worst mistake of your life. In the heat of the moment you told him those three words you had kept bottled up since that summer with Pennywise, I love you. If Richie understood what you said right away, he didn’t show it. It took him until after he was done for your words to register in his brain, and he immediately got dressed and left in an awkward huff. There was the occasional cuddle afterwards, but usually you’d just go to the living room and play your Atari, or go play street fighters at the arcade. But this time he left with a non comitial ‘see you later,’ and you immediately knew you fucked up. 
The next day at school Richie pretty much ignored you, unless he had to make conversation with you to hide that anything was out of the ordinary to the losers; gone were the flirty comments he would send your way during lunch, and the arm wrapped around your shoulder as you walked from class to class. When Richie went as far as to flirt with a girl in history class you felt a sickness wash over you, it was so intense that you had to rush out of the class and through the halls to make it to the girls bathroom before your lunch came rushing out of you. Your teacher had sent Bev to come collect you, since you had left without a pass, but instead she took you to the nurse and you had to go home early. 
You and your parents had brushed it off as some bad cafeteria food, nothing to worry about. But when you woke up the next morning to the smell of bacon and your stomach started to churn, you knew something more serious was wrong. You spent that day and the rest of the weekend barely leaving your bed, and getting fairly used to the churning in your gut from certain smells. All of a sudden your favorite foods smelled down right nauseating, but you chalked it up to a change in your tastes. Or at least that’s what you told yourself. And when you missed your period two weeks later you told yourself it was just stress from your upcoming graduation and the fall out with Richie.
Your mother figured out your missing periods after your second month. She had come into your bathroom to check your pad supply while making a list of things the maid needed to pick up at the store, at first she was confused that the package of pads was still unopened; but your peckish eating, on and off nausea, and being in a constant state of irritation started to click into place as she realized you were pregnant. You weren’t expecting her to be understanding when she learned the news, but you didn’t expect her to rip you a new asshole. 
“What were you thinking?” your mom storms into your room, unopened box of pads in hand. 
“What are you talking about?” you feign ignorance, subconsciously moving a pillow to rest on your lap to hide your still unshowing belly. 
“You’re irritated, you don’t want to eat what’s for dinner, instead wanting weird concoctions of food, and your pads from two months ago are still unopened!” she throws the box to her right, it smashes into your wall, box opening and pads come tumbling out. “You got yourself knocked up! God, (Y/N), I didn’t think you were this fucking stupid!” 
“I’m just stressed!” you feel anxious tears start to pool in your eyes, you just need to get through the next month and you can leave Derry. Then you can have the kid in New York and your parents would be none the wiser. 
“Bullshit! You stopped drinking coffee,” your mom laughs humorlessly. “I should have known then. What the fuck were you thinking?”
“I wasn’t!” you cry out, letting the tears you had been holding in for the past two months finally spill. 
“You’re right, you weren’t thinking! Just wait till your father hears about this-” your heart rate spikes at the mention of your father. 
“We don’t have to tell him,” you scramble off the bed and rush to your mother's side, grabbing her hand to try and get her to empathize with you. 
“Don’t tell him?” she lets out a manic laugh, ripping her hand from yours like you’ll taint her somehow. “He’s the goddamn mayor, this will kill his reelection campaign. You’re so fucking niave and self centered (Y/N).”
“I’ll be in New York soon, no one has to know!” your voice goes up an octave, voice rising higher as your desperation grows. 
“You really think I trust you enough to go to New York? Now?” she cocks her head to the side, giving you a calculating look. “You’re not leaving this house until we get this taken care of, and after graduation you’ll be staying in Derry so I can keep my eye on my perfect, innocent, daughter.”
“You can’t do that!” you cry out, taking steps away from your mother. “I’m an adult, I can decide what I do!”
“And look where that got you, knocked up by some deadbeat at eighteen,” your mom gestures to the empty space beside you. “He’s not here right now, he won’t help you take care of a baby. You’ll thank me one day.”
She slams the door to your room behind her as she leaves, you can hear the lock sliding into place. Your parents hadn’t used the lock since you were a child. They used to lock you in your room if the Governor was visiting, or if you got in trouble and your mother had to keep you contained until your father returned home. Walking to the window you assess the distance between your second floor window and the ground below. Coming to the conclusion that it is, in fact, not worth possibly hurting your baby in order to get away from your parents. 
The polaroids of you and Richie tacked to the wall above your desk seem to mock you. Your mom's right, no matter how many plans you made of leaving Derry together, he doesn’t want you. And he sure as hell won’t want the responsibility of the baby growing inside of you. Your eyes land on a picture you took of Richie right after you had made some joke about Eddie’s mom; Richie’s head is thrown back, mouth wide open in laughter, and curls blowing in the wind. Richie may not want you nor your baby, but you aren’t going to deprive the world of another Tozier, a tiny little Richie.
You're so engrossed in studying the picture of Richie that you don’t hear your door being thrown open until it’s too late to block it. There in your doorway is your father; panting, red faced, and steam practically coming out of his ears. If only the people of Derry could see their precious Mayor now, ready to attack his pregnant daughter because it’s bad for his image. He storms up to you, grabbing your arm gruffly, and pushing you into the wall behind you.
“Who’s the fucker that got my idiot daughter knocked up?” he screams, his face so close to yours that his spit is landing on yours. When you don’t respond to his question, he moves his hand from your wrist and grabs both of your shoulders, pulling you forward just to slam you back into the wall. “Answer me you ungrateful bitch!”
“No!” you scream back, kicking your father in the shin as hard as you can. 
“You’re going to fucking regret that,” he shoves you one last time before slightly limping out of the room. 
As soon as he’s gone, you slide down the wall and curl into a fetal position on the ground. Laying in front of you is a polaroid that Bev took of you and Richie one day at the quarry last summer; it was shortly after the two of you had stared hooking up, Richie’s standing behind you, arms wrapped around you, he’s sopping wet from just getting out of the water and you’re almost completely dry, having arrived late from some political lunchin, your white sundress turning transparent from his wet body. Life was a hell of a lot simpler then, and then you had Richie to talk to when your parents were being grade A assholes. 
You spent hours curled up on the floor, or at least that’s what you think because the sun had gone from shining into your room to below the horizon. Your parents never came and got you for dinner, leaving you locked up in your room as they ate the food the chef had prepared. You wait until you hear your father leave his study and head to your parents room before you move from your spot. Immediately moving to your red landline sitting atop your desk, sighing in relief when you hear the dial tone. You start to dial Richie’s number out of habit, before catching yourself and switching to Bev’s. You mutter pleas for her to answer the phone as you type in the extension to the phone in her room. 
“Hello?” Bev sounds half asleep, you probably woke her after she fell asleep doing her homework again. 
“Bev,” your voice cracks as a sob starts to bubble in your chest. 
“(Y/N),” you can hear her shuffling to a seated position, adjusting upon hearing the desperation and fear in your voice. “What happened? What’s wrong?”
“I'm pregnant, Bev” you rush out, glad that you’re finally getting it off your chest to someone you trust. 
“Oh my God,” she murmurs. “Is the father who I think it is?”
“Yes,” you sigh, knowing she means Richie. “My parents found out today, they’re trying to force me to get rid of the baby as soon as possible.” 
“I won’t let anything happen to either of you,” she promises, and you wish you could believe her. 
“I have to go,” you whisper, footsteps getting close to your door. You quickly and quietly hang up the phone, hiding it beneath your desk, hopefully your parents forgot you have your own line. You quickly hop in bed, covering your body to your chin and pretending to be asleep. Light from the hall floods in as your father opens the door, but you make an effort to keep up your sleeping ruse. 
“Don’t worry, everything will be fixed tomorrow morning,” he quietly shuts the door behind him. Tears start to fall as soon as he shuts the door, how can he force you to do this when it isn’t what you want?  
You don’t remember falling asleep, you must have cried yourself to the brink of exhaustion. So you’re more than startled to wake up to yelling downstairs, the voices are muffled but you can clearly make out your father’s voice yelling at someone to get out of his house. You jump out of bed and immediately run to the window to see if there’s a car on the driveway, and there is. You know it’s Richie’s with one glance, the 1975 Mustang Cobra that you helped him rebuild a few summers ago, and leaning against his car is Bev who is looking straight up at your window. 
You run for the door the moment you hear a crash downstairs, hoping that your father forgot to lock the door the last time he checked on you. Luckily he didn’t, so you pull the door open and run down the stairs two at a time. At the bottom of the stairs are shards of what used to be the priceless glass vase that was atop the hutch next to where your father is standing.
“Let me see (Y/N),” Richie’s voice is far more demanding and forceful than he’s ever used with your father, knowing he was the one adult that could really get him in trouble. 
“She’s not here, she was throwing up all yesterday so we took her to the hospital last night,” your father lies effortlessly, using the same inflection that he does when he promises the people of Derry changes he can never provide. “She was dehydrated so they kept her overnight, she should be back in a day or two.” 
“I don’t believe a god damn word that comes out of your mouth,” Richie seethes, his anger only continuing to grow when he catches sight of you on the stairs. “(Y/N), go pack a bag, we’re getting out of here.” 
“I don’t think this is your problem, kid,” your fathers voice is cold and calculating, and you're frozen on the bottom step. you want to listen to Richie and follow him like you’ve always dreamed of, the future could be your oyster, but you also know that your dad has the sheriff in his pocket and could make sure Richie is arrested and sent away for a long time. “Leave while you still can.”
“Like hell it isn’t my problem!” Richie shouts, his Chuck’s crushing the glass into a fine powder as he walks over to you.  “She’s pregnant with my child!”
“You fucker!” spit flies out of your fathers mouth as he screams at Richie, he’s taking large menacing steps towards your lover, so you do the only logical thing, grab Richie’s arm and yank him up onto the stairs, standing in front of him so he doesn’t get punched. “You did this to her?”
“Stop it!” you scream, as your father tries to reach around you to grab Richie. 
Egged on by your father, Richie tries to step around you to throw a punch, turning him around, you push him up the stairs and towards your room. You slam the door behind you, pulling your gaudy pink suitcase- which is covered in stickers from all the places you’ve visited with your parents- out of your closet and start stuffing it with clothes, knick knacks from your dead grandmother, and the polaroids of your friends that adorn your wall. You're closing the suitcase and Richie is shoving more shit in your backpack when your father throws your bedroom door open, his face scrunched up in anger and you can practically see steam billowing out of his ears. 
“You aren’t going anywhere,” he grabs your wrist, nails digging sharply into your skin and creating crescent shaped indents. 
“I’ll tell everyone,” you level with him, it’s a low blow but you know it’ll work. “My indiscretion will hinder your chances of winning reelection, why would people vote for a Mayor who can’t even control his own kid? It’s blasphemous.”
“What do you want?” he asks through gritted teeth, it’s his way of giving into your demands without openly admitting it. 
“Let us go. I’ll stay with Bev or Richie until we graduate, you’ll show up to graduation like the good father you pretend to be. And then I’ll be out of Derry, out of Maine, by the end of summer, long before anyone could notice my pregnancy.”   
He doesn’t respond, not with words at least, instead he steps out of my doorway and lets Richie and I walk past and down the stairs. Neither he nor your mother say anything as you open the front door, not that you’re all that surprised because you're a disgrace in their eyes. They just let the door shut behind you and Richie, and you damn well that you’ll never see them again after graduation. Your heart hurts that they’ll never meet their grandchild, but you're also thankful that your child will never know the conniving abusive ways of your parents.  
Bev runs up to you as you walk down the stone steps of the Mayor’s house, the only home you’ve ever known, and immediately pulls you into a gentle hug. The moment her arms wrap around you you break down, your parents really let you leave, they really don’t care about you, and you have nowhere to go. She keeps her arms wrapped around you as she directs you towards Richie’s stang, she notices your parents matching glares from the living room window. Richie takes your bags and shoves them into the trunk, while Bev climbs into the back of the car, and you begrudgingly take the seat next to Richie. 
The drive to Bev’s is awkwardly silent, except for your occasional sniffles. None of you knows what to say, the last thing any of you ever thought would happen just did; the Mayor’s perfect little Angel got knocked up by the town’s trashmouth, and consequently kicked out. Or as close to being kicked out as one can get. Upon arriving at Bev’s apartment, Richie gets out and lets her climb out that way, with one last encouraging smile she leaves you alone with the father to your child- you’re former friend and fuck buddy. 
“Where am I supposed to go?” you finally ask after fifteen minutes of him driving around in circles. 
“Back home with me,” you can practically hear the duh he added in his head. 
“You don’t have to do that,” you sigh, imagining what his parents' reaction would be to your current situation. “Could you just drive me to Augusta? I’ll find a woman’s shelter there or something.” 
“No!” Richie slams on the breaks, pulling onto the shoulder. Dirt flying everywhere at the force of his abrupt break. “Like I’m gonna fuking let you go anywhere without me toots.”
“Why wouldn’t you?” you bite back, months of anger finally being able to be taken out on the one who’s been causing you all of your hurt. “You don’t give a shit about me, you made that very clear.”
“OH for fuck’s sak, of course I give a shit about you,” he grabs your face with both of his hands, turning it to look at him. “I got scared, so damn scared. I didn’t want to fuck it up with you and lose you. Then you told me you loved me and I got scared, cause I’m a fuck up and I didn’t want to drag you down with me.”
“You aren’t a fuck up, Richie,” you sigh, your anger dissapating at the genuine emotion swimming in his eyes. “But what you did hurt me. You left me high and dry, and pregnant. I didn’t know what to do, I was so scared and the only person I wanted to talk to was ignoring me.”
“I’m so sorry,” he leans forward, resting his forehead on yours. “I wish I had worked up the nerve to tell you I love you that day, instead of running away like some damn pansy. ‘Cause I fuckin’ love you toots.”
“You do?” your hormones forcing a sob out of you at his confession.  
“I do, and I can’t wait to have this baby with you,” his right hand lets go of your face, moving to gently touch your belly. “I just hope they have your eyesight.” 
“I hope they have your gorgeous brown eyes and your big ol’ lips,” you giggle, and Richie can’t help but bark out a laugh. “I love you Richie, with all my heart.”
“Not half as much as I love you,” his left hand moves from your cheek to the back of your head, pulling you in for a long awaited kiss. When his lips slot perfectly with yours, you really feel like the two of you can make this work.
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walmarttrashbag · 3 months
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Hurt - Mike Wheeler Pt.2 TW: bitchy, annoyed Mike. hurt-part-one Suggested by: Https-Lola It was finally over! You finally had gotten over the stupid fucking dumbass Mike Wheeler crush of a lifetime, and you have never felt any better! You've turned your life around for the better. You feel so much healthier and happier after the loss of feelings for Mike. Mike, however, couldn't help but stare from afar with a frown. Why did you become so beautiful? Why was your smile so sparkling and outrageously perfect? Who let you go outside and look like a miracle from beyond the stars? Mike had a little over too many questions just about your pretty face. That night while the party was playing DnD, Mike just couldn't shake the thought of you out of his head, and it was like a bad song.
"Mike, are you okay? You're not raging at the fire-breathing dragon coming your way," Dustin pointed out, but Mike was still in a trance. Lucas rolled his eyes and walked over, giving Mike a forceful shake, "Wake up, Lover boy, the dragon awaits!" Lucas said in a jokingly wizard-like voice. Mike flinched, "Lucas, don't do that!" He said, getting defensive over nothing.
Lucas scoffed, "Sorry, sleeping beauty, I didn't know you were dreaming of your princess charming. Just get over Y/n already, I heard she was dating someone anyway!" Lucas said, not realizing all hell broke loose for Mike.
"SHE WHAT?!" Mike screamed out, standing up as he banged his fists on the table, making the characters and dice jump slightly.
"Michael!" Karen yelled from upstairs, "Quiet down!"
But this was no time for being quiet, and Mike quickly jumped to questions, "Who is he? What does he do to her? Why is he with her? What did he do to earn her?! TELL ME!" Mike yelled at his friends. Will spoke out, "I don't know much about him but I heard he's from Maine or Maryland or Missouri or one of the M states," He shrugged. "Yeah, and someone told me he's got a thing for Hawaiian shirts, and being the class clown," Dustin continued from Will's statement, "He honestly sounds really cool," Mike scoffed, "Yeah, who's this bozo's name anyways?" Mike asked, looking at the 3 expectantly for a clear answer. "It was like Rory Turner or something," Will replied. "No, it was something like Remi Taylor," Dustin told Will. Lucas rolled his eyes, "No, dumbasses! It was Richie Tozier! His name is Richie! And Mike, he looks exactly like you!" Lucas pointed the finger at Mike. Mike gasped, "Me? So you're saying I still had a shot with Y/n if she's bagging this Richie guy?!" "Guess so," Will replied, making Mike's blood boil. "That's it. Tomorrow I'm gonna find Richie and give him a piece of my mind," Mike promised himself. "Great, now can we please get back to defeating the dragon?" Dustin asked the party since so much time had been wasted on this dumb conversation.
The next day, Mike got up to school and saw a new bike on the racks. Mike had heard that Richie always biked to school as well. It was like Richie was a big stupid copycat! Mike had a note of description. Hawaiian shirt, shorts, converse, and giant stupid thick-framed glasses.
Mike skittered through the hallway like a cockroach and found a guy who matched the description perfectly, just without a Hawaiian shirt. Mike tapped the guys shoulder, "Hey, are you Richie?" Mike asked the guy.
The kid turned over and it was scary how much he looked like Mike, "Yeah, why?" Richie asked Mike, nudging up his glasses. Mike now knew this was the guy he should be shitting on. "Just know, your girlfriend, Y/n, liked me way before you did. You're just my rehash. The only reason why she's with you is because you're just me in a reskin," Mike told Richie, spitting out venom at the guy.
Richie's face scrunched up before he made a big obnoxious laugh in Mike's face, "Oh that's rich! That's really rich! I know who you are, Mike! And Y/n has told me all the things she's done to try to get you to like her back, and from what I've heard, you're a selfish prick who didn't take the chance when you got it! I've got the prettiest girl on earth, and you're kicking rocks! Go blow your dad before you spit out shit that's not real," Richie gave a condescending smirk to Mike, whose face went beat red in not only embarrassment but anger too.
Mike threw the first punch, and the hallway went from school to hell. Michael Wheeler and Richard Tozier fought things out. Some people get on Mike, and others get on Richie making the school out to 50/50, but before things could be settled out for the last time, you ran to the both of them. "Stop it! Stop fighting! Mike what the hell is wrong with you!" You lashed out at Mike, making him shocked. "Y/n! Come on you still have the chance for me! Why not ride the Wheeler train?" Mike said heartbreakingly as held his left eye.
You were grossed out by Mike as you helped Richie up, "Oh, Richie... Your nose..." You said, wiping the blood from under Richie's nose, before turning to Mike, "Mike, you're just a prick! You avoided me like the plague and you beat up my boyfriend because you're a petty jerk!" You went off at Mike, making his heart hurt on the inside. You walked Richie to the nurse's office, and Richie looked back at Mike, giving him an evil smile signaling that he had won your side once again, which was deserved.
Mike slowly but surely got up, "I'll win her back one day, you're stupid rehash!" Mike yelled out to Richie as the hallway crowd fanned out with no conclusion to the win. Mike was determined to get you back, one way or another, no matter what. He was gonna see Richie fail, and he was gonna King up to the Jester of all jokes.
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devilsjacket · 1 year
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Nsfw warning
richie tozier x bowers!male reader
All characters depicted in this post are over 18 and are either in college or have established jobs.
Fem aligned and minors dni
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Richie Tozier wants you every single day, he hates that you’re Henry’s brother and that you’re quite a dick to his friends but you make it up to him by giving him this the best sex he’s ever had. You fuck him out of his mind and make him forget about what he was mad at you for (it was probably about being mean to him and his friends), he loves the way you bite and suck on his neck and tell him how much you want him on your dick, he gets an ego boost from it. He likes to ride you, loves bouncing on your pretty cock and tell you how full he feels, he enjoys every second of your secret relationship and the thrill of getting caught while your having sex adds to the pleasure, making him shiver and whine even more than he was before.
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erosdsire · 1 year
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(MDNI. No smut just a blog rule)
Richie finds himself at your doorstep, taking a deep breath, then another, as he tries to build the courage to knock.
You knew he was there from peering out of your bedroom window, but Richie was too lost in his own nerves to notice.
You were practically spoiled rotten by the man. Usually he held a new piece of jewelry, or maybe a bouquet the flower shop worker had to pick out for him, but today he was holding a small black box.
In it was an engagement ring.
You wore a blank face, but under all the nerves laid excitement. It certainly shown when you opened the door only to see Richie already on one knee. The proper way, he called it.
He stuttered through the question, stopping when you pulled him up to your level for a kiss. You said yes, of course. There is no other correct answer when it comes to Richie Tozier. The one and only who managed to make you feel happier than you ever thought possible.
Even in his own ways, he always managed to make you feel better. He was perfect for you, and no matter how much teasing you got for getting engaged so young, you felt you made the right choice.
And even now, at the alter, reciting your vows in a low and nervous tone, you were sure you couldn't have been more right to say yes.
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fawnrsponse · 1 year
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thinkin’ bout richie tozier and his pretty little gf who wears cutesy little skirts and lots of bows and sparkly lip gloss that she loves to apply before pressing sweet little kisses on his soft lips and he just loves to show her off and make her laugh and their love is just so gentle and sweet
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balloontrash · 8 months
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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 <3
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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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Making out with Mike and getting caught by Holly/Mrs. Wheeler?
caught || mike wheeler x reader
A/N tysm for the request!! <3
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warnings : not smut but a bit heated?? fluff
Y/n had been going to daily outings with her boyfriends friends for years now, nothing new.
All of Mike’s friends had left one by one after spending the majority of the day hanging out with the couple, with the exception of Dustin, who just couldn't seem to get the hint.
“Dusty bun.” Mike teased, in the girliest voice he could muster.
Dustin didn’t even look up from the lego set he was building.
“Stop it- i’m focusing.”
Mike’s face contorted into a scowl
“Doesn’t Suzy normally call you around this time?” He asked, tapping his watch to emphasize his point.
Dustin- again - didn’t look up.
“No, I still have a whole hour before my dearest lovebug calls.” He murmured while placing another lego where it belonged.
Y/n watched this all with an amused smile, she knew what Mike was up to- of course she did.
“Give up.” She mouthed to Mike when he looked at her defeated.
Mike shook his head then turned back to Dustin.
“Hey Dustin.”
Dustin sighed, obviously annoyed and looked up at Mike.
“What Mike?” He said with an obvious attitude that almost made Y/n break into laughter.
Mike smacked his arm
“Your walkie talkie, where is it?” He asked.
Dustin shrugged hitting Mike back in the thigh.
“At home.” He answered.
“Go get it.” Mike said.
Dustin gave him a weird look before asking,
“Why? Why would I do that?”
Mike turned to Y/n once again to telepathically ask why Dustin would have to do that, but Y/n merely responded with a shrug.
“I got these new…” Mike started then trailed off as he looked around his basement for answers.
“Batteries!”
“Y/n bought them for me.” He added, smiling to try and seem convincing.
“Okay?” Dustin was definitely skeptical, putting down his legos on the table.
“They have a new formula, or mechanics.” Mike uttered, he was never too good at lying but he looked at Y/n and decided to press forward.
“Apparently you won’t ever have to replace them, they stay charged.”
“Bullshit.” Dustin scoffed, rolling his eyes.
“No, no, i’m serious.” Mike assured him, nudging Y/n.
“Mhm.” She hummed, nodding enthusiastically.
“Fine.” Dustin sighed, getting up off the ground and dusting his shorts off.
“But if I come back here and those batteries don’t work your giving me one of your comics.”
“Can I choose which one?” Mike called after Dustin, watching him go to the back door.
“Nope.” Dustin chirped then walked right out.
“See you in a bit!”
“Bye!” Y/n called after him.
When Y/n turned her attention back to Mike, he had moved from the other side of the couch to her side, peppering her face in kisses. Despite the fact that she was certain she had only taken her eyes off him for a mere second.
She was never too good at the whole intimacy thing, she didn’t know what to do or where to start but Mike always seemed to. He somehow just knew.
To say it was intimidating was a bit of an understatement.
Mike had moved his kisses down to her neck, and she couldn’t help but giggle at the sensation.
She could feel Mike smile against her skin.
A slight twinge of pain, caused her gasp
“Mike-!” The eager boy chuckled biting down on her neck.
Mike always did this; He would buy them some time, make the moves on her, and then laugh when they were inevitably caught by his friends.
It had happened one to many times already.
She assumed he enjoyed the thrill.
Maybe he enjoyed seeing her flustered when caught- or maybe liked the idea of everyone knowing who she belonged to.
She wasn’t sure of which and she sure as hell wasn’t gonna ask.
“Shh.” He shushed her then kissed the spot he had just abused.
She whimpered again, a bit louder this time.
Mike pulled back from her with a smile as he brought a finger to her lips.
“Stop being so loud.” He whispered, with a laugh.
“Don’t wanna get caught.”
He patted his lap and she laughed at how dorky he tended to be yet-still climbed on.
He smiled at her before leaning in, she leaned back, offended that he called her loud, although she knew it to be true.
“Please?” He whispered, his face contorting into a pout.
She chuckled lowly as she complied, closing the gap, their lips moving in sync as soon as they connected.
Mike was a calculated kisser, he took his time, analyzing what she liked, what she seemed overwhelmed by and most importantly what made her buck her hips against his.
He swiped his tounge against her bottom lip to ask for an entrance.
She denied, he growled, one of his wandering hands sliding up her shirt, his cold touch against her warm back making her gasp-
He took advantage and slipped his tongue right in, beginning to play with her bra hinge.
It was always a mystery to Mike Wheeler how those contraptions worked.
His other hand cupped her breast, as their tongue battled for dominance and there she did it. His favorite thing. Her hips bucked against his almost instinctively.
“Good?” He pulled away, a bit out of breath as he whispered- she nodded eagerly, although out of breath, she still pressed those frantic little kisses all over his face, grinding against him the whole time.
He smiled as his hand finally figured out how to unclasp the bra, their lips reconnected, quickly. This time Mike had no patience to be calculated- he just wanted it all.
“What are you guys doing?” A small voice chirped, both teens practically have a heart attack toppling off each-other.
Holly, mikes younger sister, had somehow managed to sneak down into the basement undetected.
“Nothing-!” They both shouted in unison, Y/n quickly moving to cover her breasts- although her bra was not fully off, and her shirt was still on, she still felt exposed.
“Why were you sucking on her face?” Holly asked innocently, tilting her head like a puppy.
“I wasn’t-!” Mike shouted, his face red.
“Oh my god.” Y/n gasped then got up thinking of something quick to distract the young girl.
“Cmon Holly- Uh, let’s go make some lunch.”
Holly grabs onto Y/n’s hand and they start walking towards the stairs
“What we’re you guys doing?” She asked again.
“Nothing sweetie, cmon.” Y/n smiled and let Holly go ahead of her on the stairs since she had heard mike stand up from the couch.
“No- you stay here.” she demanded turning on her heel to look at her boyfriend.
“Why-?” He asked
Instead of answering she lets her eyes talk, them leading down to his…y’know.
“Jesus.” He gripes, covering it with his hands quickly.
“I’ll be right back Mike.” She leans forward and kisses his cheek
“Mhm, make sure you lock the door when you come back.” He says with a smile as he crinkles his eyes.
“Whatever.” She teased walking right up,
Yeah, they are never doing that again
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mikeslawyer · 11 months
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finn getting his script for a new role
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sm0kingcrack · 1 year
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decided to make a messy little comic from the headcanon from this post because even though i did that whole pretty picture, the idea was still stuck in my head
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ifangirlalot · 5 months
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bottom!Richie getting ridden by a top!reader?
˗ˏˋ 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐌!𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐄 𝐱 𝐓𝐎𝐏!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ˎˊ˗ | starring richie tozier
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*~smut!~* [𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘]: top reader, bottom richie, dick riding, slight degrading (masc receiving), master kink (fem receiving), whining, loud moaning
Thanks, halfgayloser. I like your username, halfgayloser. I am also a half gay loser.
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"Wait- fuck- ahhh, fuck right there, master-!" Richie's back arches off the bed as his fingers dig into my thighs and hips as my fingernails dig into the bed as I bounce my hips faster and harder. He is whining and writhing underneath me, his hips pummeling into mine from underneath. His glasses rest skewed on his forehead and his big eyes are fluttering feebly. Pants and loud moans sputter from between his parted red lips as he gets closer and closer to his orgasm.
"Really? You're gonna cum right now?" I smirk and shove my hips against his, emitting a low mewling sound from him. "That's just pathetic, Rich. It hasn't even been ten minutes yet."
He groans loudly and shudders against me. "No- fuck come on, I can.. I can go longer.."
"I should hope so, big guy." My hand wraps around his throat and I kiss his lips harshly, my tongue pushing his lips apart.
"It's gonna be a long.. long night.."
[A Note From Zee]
Yeah, yeah I know, it's not very long, but I do have a lot of requests to get to, so....
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will80sbyers · 19 days
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basically they were on a date here
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h0n3yj4y · 2 years
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This was a request for someone but Tumblr deleted the draft that I had and it also deleted the persons request thingy so if u were the one that requested agedup Mike and Short reader hardcore smut PLS LEMME KNOW!! (i am very sad this happened, fuck u tumblr💔)
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Mean!Mike Wheeler x Short!fem reader
Nsfw- aged up Mike to 19 👍
Warnings: rough sex, degrading, slapping, choking, biting, p in v, pinning, porn w/ no plot, fluff at the end, height kink, a teeny bit of blood
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You and Mike always had nice, slow paced fuck sessions. All so nice and sweet, both of u peppering each other with kisses and hickeys and so on. But today? Oh today was far from slow and sweet.
Mike had both ur arms pinned above u in a tight stinging grip as he was pounding in and out of u. He was going so unbelievable fast, u didn't know how much more u could take of his huge cock if he kept going at this pace, u felt like he'd break u. You let him know he was going way too fast and hard but of course Mike didn't give two shits about how fast and hard he was abusing ur tight cunt. All he did was smirk and go harder.
You were a whining, whimpering and moaning mess, a bit too loud honestly and Mike, of course, had to take care of that. He took his free hand and wrapped it around ur neck with a firm tight grip as he leaned close to ur ear. "Listen up you lil bitch. You better shut the fuck up, if not, i ain't gonna stop abusing the shit out of ur dripping cunt." all you could do was nod, not being able to mutter out a single word as you're trying your hardest not to let out any loud noises and Mike knew this but yet he wanted a verbal response from u. "Hmm? What's that? C'mon now, use ur fucking words. I know u can." he said so in a mocking tone. You look away from Mike and try to mutter out "y-y-yes...Ma-aster" to which u succeeded, well, would've if it didn't come out as one loud moan.
Mike slaps ur right cheek making u whimper in pain, he then grabbes ur chin, lifting it up so u are looking at him straight in the eyes, not allowing u to move ur head. "Nuh uh uh, what did i say bout being loud princess? Guess I'll have to punish u for being a bad girl and not obeying one simple fucking rule. Ur such a dumb slut." He lets go of ur chin, leaning down to the crook of ur neck as he lightly traces his lips over ur sensitive spot making u shiver. Mike then bites down harshly on ur sensitive spot, a bit of blood trickles down as Mike bit really really hard, he then licks it off, making u moan and dig ur nails into his back. He starts to pick up his fast pace again, this time going harder than ever as he slammed into u.
U were very close to cumming as u felt a knot form at ur lower stomach "M-Mikey...i-im so c-close hngh~" - "M-me too, hold on a lil longer tho, dont u dare cum before me. u got that?" you nodded as Mike leaned away from u, towering over ur very small figure, u were always very short compared to Mike who was huge, and he loved this since he could pin you down with such ease and tower over u a lot which would make u submit and do anything he asked. Oh and not to mention that u have a huge height kink which made everything 100x way better, Mike also used that as an opportunity to tease you a lot which would make you all flustered and horny.
Mike then looked down at u with a devilish smirk as he kept going in and out of u at such an aggressive pace and force. "Fuck. U look so good under me baby. So small, weak and pathetic. All mine to use how i please, so pretty. Now cum for me." watching as u rolled ur eyes back and gripped tightly onto him, u both reach ur climaxes, letting out long moans and groans, breathing heavily as u both try to catch ur breathes.
Mike pulls out of u as his cum drips out of ur abused little cunt, he smiles, admiring what he did. He cups ur face and gives u a soft passionate kiss. "You did so good for me baby, so so good. Now try to rest, I'll get us both cleaned up. I love you" u smile softly at him "I love you too, Mike."
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A/N: Thank u sm for reading! If you didn't already know I do take requests! :D
I'll take any kind of request as long as it isn't anything gross or very weird like example, piss kink...
Also I do apologize if this isn't super hardcore smut like how the person requested, this is my first time doing anyting "very rough" and it's only my second fanfic but hopefully I'll get better over time and such! oh and i started writing this at 2am so, sorry if its short and poorly written, hopefully there arent any mistakes. (i proof read this twice but i sometimes miss lil things so idk) :(
Anywho, its 4am now, good night loves, hope u sleep v well. <3 💛🌻🌼
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walmarttrashbag · 6 months
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I need requests.
Does: Finn, Richie, Miles, Boris, Trevor, Tyler, Bobert, Mike, Ziggy
I haven't seen a lot of Finn's work but I get the general idea so yeah.
Yes: Smut, fluff, angst, hardcore, heartbreak, all that jazz
No: Pissing, defecation, vomiting on characters, any type of body fluid (excluding cum) on characters.
Sorry, I haven't posted in a while. I've had a decade's worth of writer's block. Love to hear your requests.
Would you like to authorize WalmartTrashBag to (Y/n)?
Take your requests ✅
Read you a bedtime story ❎
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wolfhard13 · 16 days
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Clingy boy<3
Mike Wheeler x fem!reader
Warnings: Fluff, clingy, cute and love<3
Pov: Mike Wheeler being clingy to you.
♧ When Mike's clingy, he gets clingy like really clingy
♧ HE LOVES to hold onto your arm and your waist and snuggle his head into the crook of your neck
♧ Mike likes, no, adores when your clingy too because it gives him an excuse to be clingy back
♧ Mike grew up not receiving much affection as a child so I image he's touch-starved so give him all the love he deserves<3
♧ His favourite thing to do is cuddle with you and you play with his hair and I think he grew it out a little so you'd play with it more and he really likes it
♧ He doesn't really know how to say 'I love you' because he didn't grow up with it so he expresses himself with touch and quality time
♧ Mike likes when he's clingy and you allow it and youre not ashamed like your proud of it and you show him off and you encourage it like you put your arms in his so he can cuddle it or hold his hand and put it in your lap or his
♧ Mike tends to get a little possessive when he's clingy like not in a bad way just like he doesn't let you go anywhere without him and he constantly wants to be with you 24/7 (and you better give him the loves he needs<3)
♧ He likes to come up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist when your with your friends and drag you away, giggling because he stole you and now your his
♧ He would totally deathstare any guy who would stare or look at the both of you and feel a little insecure so you have to reassure him and make sure he knows your his and his only and obvi let him be clingy all he wants<3
♧ Mike's a sweet boy and deserves all the love in the world<3 I love you Mikey<3
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