#Vic criss x reader

[miyuuuki]

Kinda Crazy…

SYNOPSIS: Dating vic was a roller coaster, more-so considering his violent and cunning nature.

PAIRING: Victor Criss/Masc!Reader

WARNINGS: slut shaming, body shaming, misogyny, slightly toxic relationship.

A/N: quite different from usual content, but I still very much love IT. This is kind of loosely based off of Selena Gomez’s Kinda Crazy song. Really trash but hope y’all enjoy loll.

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You and Vic were a fling, a couple who lasted first semester and barely making it to second.

you did love him, but truly, you couldn’t handle his violence and his behavior.

Even though vic was the “least toughest” or “nicest” member out of all the bowers gang, he was still cruel.

He posed as though he had strong morals, but you knew it all to be untrue.

You’ve noticed how everyone you were once so close to distanced themselves from you, and how anyone who looked at you wrong, always seemed to be hurt.

You’ve even witnessed the countless acts hes done. Burning kids with cigars, jumping people who either wronged you in the past or touched you.

Being misogynistic out of the blue, screaming insults at the losers, especially to both Beverly and Richie.

Calling Beverly, insults such as “skank”, “slut”, “whore”, and many more.

Beating or humiliating Richie, with insults.

You felt as if you couldn’t even touch, speak, or even look at someone without them getting hurt. And you were tired of it, because no matter how much you tried communicating with him, he’d repeat the same empty promise.

“I promise I’ll change, I’ll try.”

So eventually you were fed up and ghosted him, and not too long, broke off the relationship.

By now you still have lingering feelings for him, though barely. At least that’s what you think.

Though you couldn’t say the same for Vic. He’d been calling your phone line, harassing you at school and so on.

And the fact your houses were opposite of each-other, didn’t help at all either.

He could see through your window, and easily visit your house. Though he hadn’t done that, yet.

Right now you were in your bedroom, doing a school project with a classmate.

And it also so happened to be Greta. A girl who slept around, especially with that Patrick guy. It’s rumored they first slept together in 5th or 6th grade.

Greta, was a bitch. No sugarcoating, right now she was barely doing anything. All she had tried to do was you.

“Greta, just go home. I’ll finish the project.”

“If you say so.” She says with a wink before leaving.

You sighed before continuing, you were disturbed by a phone call, once you answered a familiar voice appeared.

“Why did I see Greta fucking Keene coming out of your house?” You heard Vic’s voice.

“What’s it to you?” You said with a annoyed tone.

“Did you do something with that fucking whore!? If so, (name), I’ll fucking kill her! Do you hear me!?” He screamed into the microphone.

“Fucking shit, vic. Do you hear yourself!? You sound like Henry! Fuck off already, it’s been months. Move. On.” You said anger evident in your tone.

irritated, you pulled out the plug of your landline as that wasn’t the only call you received that day.

Though you failed to see Vic watching you through his window.

“Vic? The fuck are you doing here?” Greta said, angered that she was interrupted from harassing beverly.

“What did you and (name) do the other day at his house?” He asked with a shallow tone.

“What’s it to you?” She said.

“What did you do, Greta.” He demanded.

“Why the fuck do you need to know? Don’t tell me you’re still not over him. It’d be pathetic if it’s true.” Greta said laughing.

“Did your whore ass sleep with him!? if so I can gut you like a fucking fish right now.” Reaching into his pocket to hold the switchblade he stole from Henry, though not yet showing it.

“If I said yes?” Greta said with a laugh.

“I’ll make you regret even looking in his direction.” Vic said, grabbing Greta’s hair with a tight grip while grabbing the switch blade.

“Hey!! L-let me go! What the fuck are you trying to do!!?” She screamed.

“Teaching you a fucking lesson, goddamn whore.” Vic responded.

Here you were, in history class watching everyone present, one thing you noticed was Greta not being fucking present.

‘Where the fuck is this bitch, I didn’t fucking write shit for her to read off of just so she can be fucking absent.’ you bitched in your head.

You rose your hand, and asked to go to the bathroom. The teacher agreed so you went out.

“Is she skipping..?” you mumbled wondering.

she said she’d be here today, now where the fuck is she.

You went into the bathroom and was about to go in a stall before someone grabbed the jacket you were wearing and slammed you into the wall.

“What the fuck-! Vic!? You’ve got to be kidding me..” You said, already annoyed.

“Tell me. What did you and Greta do!?” He said.

“Why the fuck do you need to know, leave it alone Vic.” You responded.

“Fine then. You made it easier for me.” Vic said before walking out.

“Easier, how!? Vic!” You said confused.

You thought wondering what he could mean by that.

‘Holy shit.’ You thought before running out after him.

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TAGLIST:

@akiraackerman19 @lizzhearthz @call-me-nev

[babyybuggaboo]

henry bowers:

[reggieservices]

if you are accepting requests right now, the gang with a verrry short s/o, like 5'0 pls 👉👈

Yessss gladly <3 I made it non-poly, Im sorry if you didnt want that!

Bowers Gang x GN! Short! Reader

Warnings: mention of size kink (basically Patrick being Patrick)

Henry Bowers

+ Oh my oh my.

+He would absolutely ADORE you.

+ He's over the average height (I'm thinking -5'11 or 6ft), So he absolutely loves being around a shorty like you

+ Will 100% bend down and rest his hands on his knees to talk to you

+If he's annoyed with you he'll put things that you need on the very top shelves, making you ask him to get it down

+ Constantly poking fun at you and lifting you up like a cat

+ Enjoys giving you big ol' Forehead kisses every time he sees you

+ always rests his hand on you head

+ Hugs you from behind and rests his chin on your head

+ Will beat tf out of anyone who tries making fun of you tho

+ That's for him to do only.

+ will protect you with his LIFE

Vic Criss

+ The Short King himself

+ He is absolutely thrilled to have you as his s/o

+ finally, someone he has like 8 inches over

+ Dont be dirty readers ik what you're thinking😑

+ He finds you small size so adorable, and is always telling you how cute you look

+ Once for your birthday, he got you a step ladder as a joke.

+ Since you are so short, he loves buying you big ass platforms because ✨rich kid syndrome✨

+ Absolutely spoils you

+ He calls you his "Thumbelina" after the Hans Christian Andersen story

Patrick Hockstetter

+ Okay well the moment he saw you he had to have you

+ Our pale, lanky, stick of a man thought you were the cutest thing ever

+ He loved giving you his shirts since they almost went down to your knees, and he just thought that was so hot

+ Definitely thought about you under him and how big he was compared to you turned him on immensely

+100% has a size kink I dont make the rules

+ He loves holding things above your head and teasing you when you can't reach

+ Like Henry, he rests his hands on your head while you guys hang out

+ Always reaches over you

+ he would definitely poke fun at you all the time for your shortness, but at the end of the day he adores it

Reggie Huggins

+ Oh wow

+ He is a GIANT compared to you

+ Big man is maybe 6'4

+ Constantly giving you piggy back rides

+ You guys recreated the Simba and Rafiki lion rock scene from The Lion King

+ Would absolutely melt when he sees you stealing his shirts and hoodies

+ First time he saw you he was actually astounded at how short you were. He physically could not fathom it

+ Whenever he hugs you he lifts you up a foot off the ground

+ His strength and height basically makes him like a big soft guard dog for you

+ Cuddles cuddles cuddles and did I mention Cuddles? He will smother you

+ First time you guys actually did cuddle he was scared of rolling over on top of you and squishing you :((

+ Will be delighted when you ask him to get you things from high places, he loves doting on his s/o

+ will do anything in his power to protect you and smack anyone who makes fun of you

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AAAA this was so freaking adorable

Again I am so so sorry to everyone's requests I have not gotten to yet I have been incredibly sick and busy but I have a couple in the drafts rn so do not fear!!! have an amazing day and reminder to please send in more requests!!!

~Reggieservices

[nerdypyrowolf]

Spied on at work by the boys

Patrick oriented (tiny bit of Belch if you squint)

(Your POV)

The shrill sound of my alarm clock woke me up suddenly from the deep sleep I was in only moments ago. I groaned, reaching out from my fluffy blankets and slamming my hand down on the snooze button.

It was seven-twenty am, I had to work today at eight-thirty, luckily my job was just down the road from my parents house.

I laid in bed just trying to wake up for ten minutes then proceeded to roll out of my warm cocoon and onto the floor where I let out another groan, man I was not a morning person. I got dressed in some summer clothes, a tank top and booty shorts, then washed my face and put a tad bit of makeup on just to make me not look dead inside and out.

After I was ready I grabbed my backpack and headed up the stairs since my room was in the basement of our old house. I made up a big lunch for myself since I work right on till six-thirty today, just like any other day as well, and I placed my food in a cooler lunch bag. I grabbed the pre-made iced-coffee from the fridge I prepared last night, dropping a few ice cubes in, then I made sure I had everything I needed for work in my backpack; calculator, rain coat, sunscreen, sunglasses, change purse in case I got any tips, and a book to pass the time while I wait for customers to come.

Once I was all set I grabbed a muffin from the bread box, I checked my watch; eight-twentyone. I headed out the door so I could get to work on time.

I get to the fruit and vegetable stand just as my boss pulls up in her white ford pickup truck, her company name on the side of it in big green and black lettering saying “Sarah’s Farm Market.”

We got all the produce off the truck in ten minutes and she took off down the road to one of her fields for more pickings. Once I had all the produce in their correct spots for display I pulled out my book and read, waiting for the customers to roll in.

(No One’s POV)

It was around eleven-thirty when Belch had picked up the last of the guys, ie. Henry, they were just cruising around town now looking for their next victim to torture.

“Why don’t we go see Y/n?” Patrick suggested looking absolutely bored out of his mind.

“That’s not such a good idea.” Vic frowned.

“Huh? Why not?” Patrick asked.

“She’s workin’ t’day. And she can’t have us ‘round ‘er while she works.” Belch said looking back at the tall lanky boy through the rear view mirror.

“Then we can just watch her from afar.” Patrick licked his lips. Y/n always wore booty shorts to work and he wanted to see if he could catch a glimpse at anything peeking out. He was getting hard just thinking about it.

“Now there’s an idea, Hockstetter. Just park a bit ways down the street, just out of her sight but just where we can get a look at her.” Henry piped up, putting his own input in.

Belch rolled his eyes and shook his head, “if she catches us, we’re toast.”

“If her boss catches us, she’s toast.” Vic bit his lip nervously. “Y/n really likes her job, I don’t want her to lose it because of us.”

“Stop being a little bitch Vicky boy! Think of it as just checking in on our girl.” Patrick laughed slapping the blonde haired boy on the back hard earning a silent oof from him.

So begrudgingly Belch turned Amy around, mumbling under his breath how Y/n didn’t even like Patrick so she wasn’t his girl, she wasn’t any of theirs girl, and headed in the direction of the stand she worked at on the weekends.

Belch pulled the Trans-Am into an abandoned old school’s parking lot, just out of sight from Y/n, but the guys had a great view of her.

They watched as she tended to some customers, and filled up her display in some places. She had her back to them as she was bagging up some shucked corn.

“God damn that girl has a juicy ass on her!” Patrick moaned, his eyes zeroing in on Y/n’s behind.

“Shut up.” Vic muttered to himself, the guys hated the way Patrick sexualized Y/n all the time, any other girl was fine, but they all saw how uncomfortable he made her, she’s told Vic once or twice that she was scared of the lanky boy and he often traded seats with her when she was stuck in the back seat instead of on Henry’s lap when he wasn’t in the mood for anyone.

“Mmm I’d let her shuck my cob of corn, the way her hands move over that corn.” Patrick was practically drooling now as he watched Y/n intently. All the guys were actually, but Patrick was the only one stupid enough to say it out loud.

“Oh fuck, that big one in her hands right now is definitely my dick!” He moaned having to adjust himself.

Then they all watched her break it in two, and Patrick let out a very audible gulp. The other three guys bursted out in laughter.

“Oh yeah that’s your dick alright, right down to the size now!” Henry cackled.

“You all can just fuck off!” Patrick huffed, sitting back down in his seat, his dick going soft, but then another thought came to his mind. “Nah it would still be my dick, she’s probably so tight from being a virgin that when I dick down on her so hard she’d snap me.” His creepy grin was back on his face.

“Yer disgusting, ya know that Pat?” Belch growled. He hated hearing Patrick talk about Y/n that way.

Belch was probably the closest to Y/n having been neighbours since they were six when she moved to Derry with her mother, so he was pretty protective over her, not to mention he’s had a crush on her since they were twelve.

“Just yer a virgin, and pinning over Y/n doesn’t mean you can tell me what to do Belch.” Patrick snapped back.

“Both of you shut the fuck! Let’s get outta here, I’m pretty sure Y/n knows we’re here.” Henry commanded flipping his knife open and close. Belch nodded and turned the car back on and drove away.

(Your POV)

I caught a glimpse of a familiar blue car in the school’s parking lot just down the street, and I knew for a fact the guys were watching me, probably horny out of their minds so I decided to try something.

I went over to the corn and began to slowly, sensually peel the cobs, being very handsy with them, running my hands over the whole cob, you know, to make sure all the silk was off of it, that’s all. I grabbed a particularly big one and angled my body so that the guys got a good view of me handling the cob, and once all the hair was off it, I snapped it in half a big grin on my face. I waited a few seconds before I heard laughter from the guy’s direction, my guess was probably correct and one of the guys, most likely Patrick, must have made a comment about me and their dick and now they were laughing at him, then the car roared to life and I saw it drive off down the street away from me.

Served them right the pervs.

[muscle-gay-ghost]

Man i wonder what it'd be like to be Patrick Hockstetter's girl.

Like, at first he didn't think much of you, but somehow you showed up on his radar; somehow standing out among the crowds in school, whether it's because you're quiet and shy, never with the rest, even if you're physically standing in the middle of the throngs of people. It's obvious that you're not part of them. Or maybe you're very outspoken about being different, it's so prominent; how you dress, act, your vibe, if you're like, goth, emo, punk etc.

Whatever it is, you catch Patrick's eye. And so, not completely of your own free will, you start hanging out with the group, but even the other three are well aware that you are his, and they know not to touch you, or even come within a foot of you. Other people at the school, be it your friends, other peers, teachers, they also take notice of this, because Patrick makes sure everyone knows you're spoken for. And these people, on more than one occasion, try to warn you and they pity you for your naïveté, because surely there's no way you're in this situation with all the facts, right?

Lol, if only they knew. This murderous psychotic solipsist has somehow decided that you're real, and therefore, he must protect you at all costs. You are his to keep, his to love. And you know everything about him, his little brother, his fridge, everything. You know him. He's your Patrick, your silly little pyromaniac. And you know that this unfathomably dangerous man would do anything for you. Other people are always so flabbergasted when they see the local sociopath holding your hand, walking you home, tenderly stroking your cheek.

The other three Bowers' gang members can only laugh when some poor soul tries something with you; they know that it's only a few seconds before Patrick shows up, because he's never far, something that brings you great comfort and makes you feel safe. He would take you into his arms, check you over for any signs of hurt, discomfort, anger. If you're crying hell shush you and whipe your tears. Once he knows you're alright, he kisses your forehead and lets you go to stand with the other three, while he turns to the culprit with murder in his eyes.

Patrick being soft for you, and you alone. He would burn down the whole world if it meant you could be warm.

[katztails]

stuck with this chaotic duo

eddie and richie spend the night with you (aka, them being your night guards and them wanting to do something-)

eddie and richie convinced you to let them spend the night at your house

they tell you how worried they were when ben said that your were taken by the bowers gang

you looked down in pity and apologized for worrying them

eddie shook his head and assured you that it wasn’t your fault and your were just sticking up for ben

richie brought up the fact the bowers was about to kiss you, which eddie’s response was him flicking richie’s forehead

an embarrassed chuckle came from your mouth, explaining what was going on, it wasn’t until richie asked a question that widened your eyes

“can we take turns kissing you?” richie asked, you and eddie’s eyes meet, then go back to richie’s.

“h-huh..?” you sounded so confused.

“r-richie, why are you doing this now?” eddie asks, “w-we said that—“

“i know that, eddie, but since we know that bowers and his goons are into them, we just gotta show those assholes that we were here first.” richie interrupted eddie, gazing at (name). “can i?”

silence came from you, still processing the sudden question

“..s-sure.” you said, “this is my first..”

“mine too, sugar.” richie said, trying to show his confidence, even though he was as nervous as you, he suddenly took off his glasses, eddie just watched. “don’t worry, eds, you’re next.”

richie awkwardly grabbed your waist with both of his hands, your eyes looked at him in shock

“just pull away when you’re done, okay?”

you give him a shy nod, he then pulls you in, and he starts to kiss you.

eddie just looks on and his look at the two of you kissing, waiting for his turn

richie made sure you were comfortable, not making advances on you without your permission

you felt safe and warm with richie, it was slow, but he made it count, making sure you felt good

you pulled away, richie felt somewhat disappointed when you did so, but he gave you a smirk

“how was it..?” he asked, your start to feel embarrassed, “i just made you speechless, didn’t i?”

“i-i guess.” you said.

“ed, it’s your turn.” richie said, walking over to eddie, pushing him towards you. “you’re just a shy as (name), should i prep you up?”

“w-what?! no!” eddie screams, richie tells him to quiet down. “it’s hard to when-“

“okay, i’ve heard enough.” richie pushed eddie again, eddie tripped, about to fall, but thanks to you, you engulfed him into your arms. “be careful, you klutz.”

“richie, shut up.” eddie said, looking at the boy with a stern look, he then looks at you, he was so nervous. “u-uh, same thing as richie, just pull away when you’re done.”

“g-got it..” you said before awkwardly and nervously bring him in, eddie’s was different, he obviously not prepared to do this

it was a quick but sweet kiss, lasting about thirty seconds, richie gave his friends thumbs -up

“i may have lasted longer, but you did a pretty good job for your first makeout sess, eddie.” richie said, eddie rolled his eyes, he then looked at you, “wait till bowers finds out, that little three inch dick dude is gonna have a breakout.”

“i can picture it, why did you fucking remind me?” eddie asks, you let out a chuckle.

vic looks like he’s getting frisky 😭

someone follows you, richie, and eddie to your house (totally not low budget kylo ren and draco malfoy)

“well, looks like bowers was a few hours too late.” vic said, looking at patrick, “wanna break the news to ‘em?”

“he took the lead when we were in the back.. no.” patrick said, he said, still looking at you, richie, and eddie, “as much as i respect the dude, i wanna do things our way.”

vic looks at patrick, who looks back at him, a nod tells patrick that vic agrees with him

“call belch, tell him that we need a getaway car, sometime next week.” patrick said, “make sure he doesn’t tell bowers.”

“tell me what?” a voice calls out, coming out of the shadows. “i thought we agreed to do this together, hocksetter.”

“oh, shitballs..” vic said, under his breath

“…” patrick said nothing

it came out of the shadows, it was henry, walking up with his smug walk.

bowers brings out his father’s pocketknife, walking up to patrick, “i said we would do this together, but you’re making me rethink that.” his tone gets deeper, he gets closer.

hocksetter doesn’t move

“i’m giving you another chance, because i like you and you have balls.” henry said, “don’t fuck up next time.”

[mrmaybank]

FEM ALLEGED DNI

Fandom: IT

Title: Someone who loves you wouldn’t do this

Character(s): the whole Bowers gang + Butch

Request: No

Genre: Angst + a tiny bit of fluff

TW: Butch Bowers :)

A/N: i’m in love with idea so get ready for more fics with the reader being Henry’s younger brother, this has a modern AU to it and reader is the same age as the losers.

Masterlist

Belch stopped in front of the bowers house then turned to the back seat where (M/N), Henry’s little brother, was seating with Patrick and Vic. (M/N) grabbed his backpack and opened the door getting out, “Tell Hen we hope he feels better,” Vic told him.

“Well do!” (M/N) Responded. (H/C) boy walked up the short driveway to his front door pulling out his key and waving to Belch, Patrick, and Vic drove off in the blue Trans-Am. The (E/C) boy used his key to unlock door, and was immediately met with screaming.

His older brother was wearing nothing but a pair of blue boxers and a black t-shirt, with a blanket looked about seconds away from falling off his shoulders. What was most notable was that his brother didn’t have his usually poker face on, he was showing how he really feel. Which seemed to be tired and feed up.

Henry looked like he was about to say something when he made eye contact with you and his whole demeanor changed. He motioned the stairs with his head then mouthed ‘go’ at (M/N). But Butch seemed to catch on because he turned a looked to see (M/N) who stood there frozen.

Before he could do anything he was yanked over to the ground by his father. “Dad, don’t,” Henry spoke in a voice just above a whisper.

“Yeah? And why shouldn’t I?” Butch asked.

“Because this is between me and you,” Henry used his hand to gestures him and butch, “you don’t need to involve him,” Henry told his father.

“Well I want to,” Butch sneered before delivering a swift kick to his youngest’s son stomach.

“Dad!” Henry screamed. Another kick was delivered to (M/N) stomach and another as Henry just to stop his father. Henry grabbed his dad’s shoulder trying to pull him away from his little brother. “Dad, stop please!” Henry exclaimed.

Butch turned to face his oldest son, “This what you get for not following orders,” He hissed before delivering yet another kick to (M/N).

Who was now sobbing on the floor, “stop, please,” the eleven year old cried.

“Dad please,” Henry begged. After what felt eternity of Henry trying to pull his father away from his brother, who was delivering after kick to the poor boy he stopped.

Henry quickly moved next to his little brother and looked from him to Butch. Who just sneered at the two of them, “Maybe next time you’ll be more obedient,” he hissed, “now go to your rooms, I don’t wanna see your faces anymore,” Henry watch as his father walked off.

Then quickly down at his little brother, “Were gonna upstairs, your gonna go to your room and pack a pair of pajamas and change of clothes. Then come straight to my room okay?”

(M/N) nodded, Henry helped him upstairs and into his room where he grabbed a plastic bag and shoved a black t-shirt and pajamas pants in there. Along with a Nirvana hoodie and a pair of jeans. He made he slowly made his way to his brother’s room trying to push down the pain in his stomach.

He opened the door and found his brother sitting on the bed with backpack next to him. He was now wearing sweat pants and different t-shirt. Henry turned smiled at his little brother motioning for him to join him on the bed. (M/N) did just that placing his bag in his lap, “Vic’s gonna he here two minutes,” Henry told (M/N).

“Okay,” (M/N) replied. Henry wrapped an around his little brother’s shoulder, they sat there in silence until Henry’s phone went off signaling Vic was here.

They quickly made there way out of the house using the window and entered Vic’s car. Henry in the front while (M/N) sat in the back. No body talked for the first two of minutes of the car drive. “Do you two wanna…,” Vic trailed off.

“No,” both of them said in unison.

“Okay,” Vic replied. He reached over and placed a hand on Henry’s thigh and if (M/N) saw this he certainly didn’t say anything about it. After ten minutes later they pulled into Vic’s driveway, “my parents are gone for the next two weeks,” he informed them.

He lead them inside and into the living room. Where the brothers sat down on the couch, Vic sighed and kneeled down in front of them. “Okay, I know the both of you aren’t ones for emotional shit and opening up. But I am so i’m gonna tell you this now, I don’t know what he did or what said. But I can assure you don’t deserve that at all. Butch Bowers is a fucking idiot if he can’t see how special his two sons are,” Vic told them.

None of them said anything after that, Vic turned on the TV and sat down next to Henry. Who wrapped an around both of his boys pulling them in. (M/N) buried his face in his brother’s side who started rubbing his hand up and down his back. “He can’t hurt you right now,” Henry told him, “And I won’t ever let him hurt you again,” Henry promised.

[bitches-who-write]

Hey I was wondering if I could get a ship? (if you do stuff for trans males that would be pretty cool, if not that is fine :] )

Im around 5'2, I love hot tea and a nice horror movie/book. I enjoy painting and listening to others talk about themselves and my love languages are physical touch and expressing that I care about a person! :D

Hey! Of course, we include everyone in this fandom! Thanks for sending us the ask🖤

We ship you with Vic!

Vic is definitely more in touch with his softer side.

We find Vic to be open minded and more compassionate than the others in the gang.

You both seem to be very introverted.

Always listening and taking things in rather than speaking.  

This is just one of many things Vic admires about you.

To quote the movie, Perks of Being a Wallflower: “You see things and you understand.” (Hoping we didn’t fuck that quote up lol)

Vic enjoys quiet evenings at home with you. Even if you guys are just sitting in silence.

Sometimes Vic will nudge you which is his way of letting you know he wants you to read your book out loud.

You guys cuddle often and constantly hold hands.

You can fully expect the other guys to tease you both, but it doesn’t phase you. 

You feel safe and at home with Vic.

If you’re ever not feeling well, Vic knows exactly how you take your tea.

He tries to be cute and carry it in on a tray, but this boi is a bit clumsy.

It’ll usually splash and spill out leaving you with just a little left, but you don’t mind.

It’s something to have a good laugh about together!

We hope you enjoy this ship, Anon!

[intimacyequalsdeath]

Can Victor Criss comfort a masc reader. I’ve been having a really shit time andO could use some comfort

I'm sorry you've been having a shitty time lately babes! My dms and inbox are always open if you need someone to talk to! <3

Victor Criss comforts Masc reader coming right up!

I had an idea for this one that I think I did your request justice with, it's a very short and sweet little fic and i hope you enjoy!

"Babe!" you heard Vic call from the front door as he stepped inside your house.

"Babe where are you?" you could hear him as he walked around downstairs looking for you, but couldn't be willed to get up and alert him to where you were. so you snuggled further into the blankets knowing he would find you eventually.

You listened as Vic finally started making his way up the stairs and to your bedroom, luckily your parents weren't home yet so you had free reign on the house and Vic didn't have to worry.

The bedroom door creaked as it opened, Your eyes were met with the sadness of your boyfriend's as he took in your state before rushing over to you.

"Baby what happened?" He asked in a hushed tone kneeling next to you on the floor by the bed.

"Greta being Greta" You mumbled back to him. You watched the emotions wash over his face, Sadness, confusion and finally rolling into anger as he stood up.

"That bitch Greta ?" He huffed "Baby I told you not to listen to her, She doesn't know a damn thing about our relationship and is probably just mad I got a boyfriend before her" He said, making you laugh quietly.

"There's that smile" He said happily kneeling back down next to the bed, before you motioned him under the covers with you. He removed his shirt and his jeans before climbing under with you.

Once he got comfortable he moved your head to face him with hand wrapped gently around your jaw. He looked into your eyes before speaking.

"Fuck Greta, She doesn't know the first thing about me or you, I love you more then anything in this entire world and don't give a damn what other people think of that, Your my baby, sweetheart and I don't want you thinking otherwise" He said before placing his lips to yours.

You moved your head to snuggle into his neck before Vic laughed again.

"And if worse comes to worse, we can just sick Patrick on her"

You both laughed at that, and you laid in bed with your head tucked under his chin, now listening to his heartbeat you knew, everything would be just fine.

[remuslupinbutcooler]

Favours for the non favourable…

poly!Bowers Gang x Fem!reader

The boys stood,watching y/n. The way her lips curved slightly after a boy in their class had asked her to do something , they swapped longing glances before swapping a small bag of coins which caused the girl to giggle from the interaction. The boy left soon after , y/n however stuck around , slamming her locker.

Hockstetter rushed over , his bony fingers hooking onto the loops of her dark denim shorts causing her to stumble and crash into him, back facing his front. The scene itself caused the others to walk over and great the girl like a bunch of hyenas.

“Heard your doing favours ?” Henry spoke up first , his eyes darting around to make sure no one else was around . His hands lay crossed against his chest.

“Yes but not for you..not for any of you..” Y/N rolled her eyes before attempting to walk away, this didn’t go unnoticed and caused Hockstetter to hook an arm around her waist and push her into him.

“Well that’s not nice Doll..” He placed his chin on the left side of her shoulder , his breath hitting the back of her neck causing her to shiver against his grip.

“It’s my business boys..I can refuse whatever favours are asked or who ever asks..” She shrugged before giggling.

“Even one’s who would get and do anything you wanted ..?” Henry smirked, this caused the girl to stop her antibowers gang mentality. It caused her to stop and think. It caused a small explosion within her. A reckless explosion.

Silence soon flooded the conversation , causing a tint of blush and embarrassment to fill the girls face .

~~~~~~~~a small 30 minute time skip~~~~~~~~~

She shook her head before letting her hands speak before the words left her mouth “ wait wait wait so-“

“Henry maybe this was a bad i-“

“Vic..shut up.. Let the lady speak.”

“wait so you guys are all together like one big…whatever that’s not important right now..well it is..But..But…uh..you want me..to…uh..what?” She tiled her head like a puppy unable to understand a simple command .

“Be our arm candy..Our girl. Ours or whatever. Look..Look you’re hot and popular and nice or whatever and we need you..” Henry had quickly become embarrassed and slightly annoyed at this girl.

“You, Henry Bowers and his gang of idiots,need me?” This stifled a laugh from the girl, causing her body to almost bounce .

“Yes.” The boys quickly answered, almost angrily .

“Why not..oh i don’t know..Greta or Beverly?”

“Well that’s an easy answer Doll, they’re just not you.” Hockstetter nuzzled into the crook of her neck almost , pulling her closet into him.

She pulled away before grabbing her stuff . Causing the boys to edge closer to her .

“Wait so instead of..I don’t know! Flirting with me like a normal dude and trying your chances, you’ve decided to do this instead? “ She giggled again, this time it was a sour giggle filled with teenage meanness.

“WE COULD’VE..sorry.. We could’ve done that ! Instead of..?! Henry I told you we could’ve ..” Criss rolled his eyes before dramatically throwing himself across Henry. Henry now playfully pushed him off causing the smaller boy to fall into Huggins.

“So..”

“So…?”

“What’s the answer gonna be Doll?” Hockstetter’s lips hit her neck , playfully biting at it.

“mhm…yeah..” She answered before hiding her face.

“Whatever you want Princess..”

[venusloveslobotomies]

Wsg wsg, I was hoping for a Professor Chaos x reader x Mysterion, or a Vic Chaos x reader x (p.c.) Kenny

Either works as long as you’re comfortable, and if you’re not that’s totally okay!

Tyty xo

Professor Chaos x femReader x Mysterion

⚠️NSFW WARNING⚠️ please be aware! i cannot control who interacts with my posts so use your best judgement and proceed at your own risk. people have been jumping into the SP fandom complaining about age and friendly reminder that ALL of my works are aged up to 18-20s.

You hadn’t been in South Park all that long. You moved for some peace and quiet away from the big city, however South Park may have just been the worst choice.

Regardless, you were still enjoying your time, attending your classes and working part time. You’d made a few friends so far, however you’d had no luck in the dating scene. Most of the boys your age were too loud or too conservative or just plain not your type. Turns out, it wouldn’t be too much longer until you’d get your fill of love.

Finishing work, you’d gotten changed at home before heading out to the gas station for snacks and drinks. It was your usual routine, which considering it was about 11pm, probably wasn’t the smartest idea. Who knew who was watching you every night?

You headed home, tote bag slung over your shoulder. You went down the main street before turning down a side street. It was still well-lit, however the alleys criss-crossing your path that ran behind businesses were didn’t have such good visibility. Hence why you didn’t quite see the figure on the corner until you passed it.

“Hi, sweetheart.” You tensed and tried to decide whether to stop or keep moving. This falter gave him time to catch up and walk alongside you, “Pretty gal like you shouldn’t be out so late. What’re ya doin’ runnin around in the dark?” When you met his eyes, you noticed the distinct eye of your classmate Leopold. Clouded grey with a deep scar running over the center. However, your usually shy, reserved classmate was dressed… strangely. His face was partly covered in a silver crown… or helm? Was that the word? And a thick aqua jacket and slacks.

“Just… uhhh. Getting my groceries.” You stuttered slightly, not used to the domineering personality he seemed to have now.

“Well now, that’s not the best idea. Isn’t it a bit too late to be makin a grocery run?”

“I guess so, but I work too late to be going earlier.” You’d finally stopped under a streetlamp to speak more politely. You hadn’t really noticed how tall he was before, nor the lean muscles that showed through his clothes. It was definitely making you blush despite the alarm bells ringing in your head.

As he began to speak again, he was interrupted by another figure that lithely landed between the both of you, seemingly out of nowhere.

“Good evening, Chaos. Luring pretty girls astray again?” The cloaked man spoke in a low husky voice that you couldn’t quite place.

“Get outta my face.” Butters growled, stepping forward to confront the new person. This could be your opportunity to escape, but the intrigue kept you rooted in place.

“Do you need an escort home? I’m Mysterion.” He turned to you and offered a charming grin and an arm, “You don’t want to be hanging around a villain like Professor Chaos.”

Your mouth opened slightly, unsure how to cope with two very gorgeous men arguing over you.

“Mysterion, let’s speak in private a moment? Now?” Professor Chaos spoke through gritted teeth.

“Just a moment, princess.” Mysterion shot you a wink before following Butters a few feet away. You didn’t catch much but ‘share’, ‘be fair’ and your name. They stood for a moment in silence, seeming to reach an agreement about… something.

You weren’t exactly sure how you’d been sweet talked into following them, under the impression of some sort of date happening. This was possibly the strangest thing that had ever happened to you but you were missing the hijinks of living in a busy city. And maybe you were kind of attracted to both of them and the loneliness of being a new place had weakened your resolve.

As with everywhere in South Park, it wasn’t too far a walk, however before you could know where you were going, they stopped abruptly.

“So, sweetheart. I gotta ask you a favor.” Mysterion spoke softly, tracing your arm gently, “We can’t exactly have you knowing where either of us work. So… if I can cover your eyes?” He presented a beanie with a sheepish grin. This was a one-way street to get kidnapped but again, your brain was slowly being turned to mush by the attention of these two. Your mind screamed at you to stop and run but you found yourself nodding and allowing Mysterion to pull the beanie down over your eyes. One of them picked you up and began walking. You turned two corners but that was all you could take notice of before you heard a lock click and the wind was no longer brushing your skin. Down a flight of stairs, then another, before you were set down and could see again. Surprisingly, it was a simple kitchen. Mysterion was already helping himself to coffee, asking if you wanted one. You nodded and dropped your bag. Chaos was tracing shapes on your bare arm and it made you shiver as you took the mug from Mysterion. What the hell was happening and why were you ok with it.

They asked you lots of questions about yourself, slowly moving into flirty territory as you went along. Your speech was becoming more and more stuttered as they leaned in, seemingly entranced by your hesitant answers. Mysterion got up, giving Chaos a strange, subtle signal you clearly weren’t meant to notice. He left, mentioning he was looking for something. Chaos made strong eye contact with you and you blushed, looking away, not before becoming aware of the smirk growing on his face. Before you could react he was next to you, tilting your face to meet his. Your lips dropped open slightly in shock as he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. He was gentle, but still strong. You melted into his touch after a few seconds and as soon as you submitted to the situation, he pulled you out of your seat and against his body, one hand still resting on your jaw and the other gripping your waist. Your hands rested on his chest and he slowly became more aggressive with his kisses, beginning to bite at your lower lip, demanding you open wider. When you did, his tongue slid in, entangling itself with yours. You tried to suppress the moan rising in your chest but as his hand slid down to squeeze your ass, it just slipped out. The sound was met with a growl from him and he tightly pressed your hips into him. His hips bucked slightly against your stomach and it sent butterflies all over your body. He pulled away, a string of saliva still connecting your lips. He grinned, something mischievous glowing in his eyes. He pulled off your shirt and you tensed at the cold that hit you.

Pressing kisses from your jaw down to your chest, he ran his thumbs teasingly softly over your bra, slowing as they met your nipples. You hissed at the sensation and he licked your collarbone before biting into the soft spot where your neck met your shoulder. You cried out, eliciting another growl from your classmate.

Suddenly, a pair of hands gripped your hips from behind and pulled your ass to meet something hard. The other side of your neck was attacked in the same manner of licking, kissing and biting. You were getting wetter by the minute, pinned between the two most gorgeous boys you’d ever seen.

You felt your bra unclip from behind and fall to the ground. Mysterion’s hands gently gripped your breasts and teased your nipples excruciatingly gently. Chaos knelt down in front of you, kissing and licking down your abdomen as he ran his hands up and under your skirt to play with your underwear and squeeze your ass.

“Such a pretty gal. So soft and submissive for us.” He licked his lips and you whined. You felt a laugh against your neck as Mysterion seemed to get even more intense with his hands on your chest. Your whining cut off into a gasping moan as Chaos ran his thumb over your clothed clit.

“She’s so wet already. What a good girl.” He chuckled and slowly dragged his thumb from your slit to your clit over and over again. Meanwhile, Mysterion gripped your neck and pulled your head backwards to rest on his shoulder.

“Best idea you’ve had in a while, Professor Chaos. She’s a gem. Aren’t you just so pretty?” He pressed a soft kiss to your cheek and flattened his hand against your stomach, pulling you flush against his body. You tried your best to restrain the sounds begging to be released. It couldn’t last for long.

“No one can hear you, princess. You should really make those pretty sounds for us if you want us to keep going.” Mysterion’s husky voice really just did something to you that you couldn’t explain. You weren't going to have a choice as Chaos tore off your panties and hitched up your skirt to slide his tongue into you. A strangled, breathy moan escaped you and spurred him on and he continued to lick and suck your dripping core. Your mews and whines continued, slowly rising in volume. Mysterion tilted your face sideways to meet his eyes.

"Look at me, sweetheart." He growled lowly and used your ass to grind his erection into. This really just began to undo you and as you struggled to maintain eye contact, you could feel your climax knotting in your belly. They seemed to notice your heightened state and released you from their grips. Chaos standing up and carefully removing his clothes. As Mysterion let you go to copy him, you almost slid to the ground, not expecting the sudden lack of stimulation. You caught yourself and found yourself stepping back to lean against the table and let your eyes wander over their bodies. They both had lean muscles that were easy to see but not over the top. And they were both tall and... big. Too big for you, you worried. But you were willing to try. Mysterion kept his mask on while Chaos took his helm off. You could see Mysterion's golden blonde hair though as he approached you and pulled you into him. Your legs were jelly and your body was putty in his hands.

He kissed you roughly and rolled his hips against yours to grind his dripping cock against your stomach. You tangled your hands in his hair and pushed yourself against him as tightly as you could. A dark chuckle bubbled from his lips as he felt your wetness against him.

"Use your words, baby. Consent is key." He smirked against your lips.

"Please."

"Please, what?"

"Please, fuck me."

"Yes ma'am." He grinned and slid his cock into you painfully slowly. He lifted your leg to rest on his waist and he began thrusting, pulling whines and cries from your mouth. As his pace picked up, his hand gripped your leg so hard you were sure there would be perfect fingerprint bruises tomorrow. The low moans that poured from him only made you wetter and closer to your climax.

He suddenly slowed down and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips before calling out for Chaos.

"You wanna finish her off?" He shot you a smirk as you groaned in displeasure due to the sudden stop.

"Course I do. Can't let ya have all the fun." Professor Chaos took his place, eyes roaming your body in the dirtiest way possible. He took the slick from your pussy to wet his cock. You wondered how he was coping with the evidently painful erection. "You ready, darlin'?" You nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him roughly, practically begging him with that kiss. He started hard and fast, lips still locked with yours as his hips snapped against yours in a subtly unsteady rhythm. His moans were more like growls as he held the nape of your neck, watching your face contort in pleasure. He used his other hand to rub his thumb over your clit. It was hard but not too fast. Just enough pressure and speed to make the knot begin to tighten quicker than before.

"I'm close, I'm close." You breathed out, digging your fingernails into his shoulders, panting as you shook with pleasure and anticipation.

"Good girl. Cum for me." He gripped your jaw and studied your face as you cried out and allowed your climax to wash over you, "Goddamn." He choked out, feeling your pussy tighten and spasm around his cock. His thumb continued relentlessly on your clit throughout your orgasm until you finally went limp. He pulled out and lowered you gently to the floor.

"I think I have an idea." Mysterion appeared beside his comrade and offered you a sly smirk. His hand pumped over his dick, watching you attempt to catch your breath. He seemed to be enjoying your fucked out appearance almost as much as fucking you. Chaos caught on quickly but kept his pace slower. You had your own idea, however, and pushed yourself up to take Mysterion's cock in your mouth and pushed your head down until the tip of his cock pressed against the soft spot in the back of your throat. You looked up at him with the sweetest eyes you'd ever given anyone and continued to keep your cheeks hollowed and bob your head in the quickest pace you could manage.

"Fuck, princess. So pretty and willing." He bit his lip and he bucked his hips in time with your pace until he began to falter. You could feel him twitching in your mouth and you pressed yourself further until your nose brushed his pelvis. You could hear him moaning and grunting in a strangled sort of way. You felt hot ropes drip down your throat and you swallowed quickly, multiple times as the squeezing of your throat seemed to draw out every single drop. When you pulled away, you licked your lips, surprised at just how much cum had been emptied into your mouth. He knelt down quickly to kiss you and lick the saliva from your lips. Fuck, that might've been the hottest thing that had ever happened to you.

Once Mysterion had released you, you turned your gaze upon Professor Chaos, who was definitely struggling to keep it together. That was definitely the sexiest thing he'd ever seen.

"Your turn." You shuffled on your knees to kitten lick the tip of his cock. He groaned lowly and you happily took him in your mouth, flattening your tongue against the underside of his dick and similarly sliding him all the way to the back of your throat, taking a slower pace to recover from the abuse your throat had already endured. He gripped your hair and rolled his hips slowly, taking in the view with pleasure. You offered him the same sweet gaze and he seemed to blush. Just a bit. You picked up your pace and he matched it until you were at the fastest pace you could take and you felt him getting closer and closer. Again, you applied the same trick of pressing forward to take him to the hilt and his hips jerked, finally releasing sticky, hot ropes down your throat.

"Goddamn. Shit." He stuttered out, his voice softening to its normal tone as he held your head where it was until he finished. As soon as he pulled out, he pulled you up by your arms and roughly kissed you, tasting himself in your mouth. His tongue seemed to reach all the way down your sensitive throat and you moaned softly against him.

"That was the best thing a gal has ever done to me." He admitted as he pulled out of the kiss.

"I tried." You whispered, smiling softly. Mysterion was already there with towels and you let them clean you up. Those moments afterwards you really saw the softer parts of them as they made sure you were ok and got you water.

After you'd managed to all get dressed again, it didn't take long for a soft makeout session to start, you trying to split your attention equally between the two boys. Mysterion got an evil smile at one point and pulled Chaos in for a hot and heavy kiss. You were taken aback but definitely not complaining. Unfortunately all good things must come to an end and it seemed to end all too quickly.

"We ought to take you home, doll." Chaos ran his thumb over your swollen lips and motioned with his head to Mysterion, who scooped you up. Professor Chaos picked up your bag and they began to walk out, carrying you along with them.

"Aren't you supposed to blindfold me or something." You asked.

"Now, we can't be doing that every single time." Mysterion winked and you blushed, definitely not expecting that answer.

"So, we'll be doing this again?" You asked, almost in a whisper.

"If that's what ya want, darlin'." Chaos replied. You nodded and hid your face in Mysterion's shoulder until you finally arrived home.

You offered your phone to them, indicating they should put their numbers in. Once they'd finished, you shyly kissed each of them.

"I hope I don't have to wait too long." You smiled sweetly.

"Definitely not." Mysterion elbowed Chaos and chuckled.

"But who are you, Mysterion?" He laughed a bit and lifted his mask just enough for you to see and quickly slid it back on again.

"Kenny?" You were definitely shocked. You'd never really interacted with him before and you weren't complaining that he was the secret superhero.

"See you around, sweetheart. Give us a call if you're ever in any trouble." He winked and pulled you in for a last kiss before hopping out your window.

"Well, see ya, darlin'. You ever need anyone taken care of, you know who to ask." He kissed both of your cheeks before pressing a particularly sweet one to your lips and followed Mysterion.

Definitely not what you were expecting when you moved to the small town of South Park.

i hope it was what you wanted! i was struggling a bit cause ive never really posted any smut that ive written so i really hope it was good 😭.

<33

[the-cannibal]

Master List!

Here's all my writings (I think) if anything on here is wrong feel free to let me know and I'll fix it! I have a separate master list where I put all my matchups! You can find the master list right here under Matchups Masterlist!

Request are: Closed! My post with what I write and who I write is right here under ask box and request info!

Please use my ask box and not my inbox. A lot of bots like to spam my inbox so I’m more likely to see your request in my ask box. Also if my ask box is closed that means my requests are closed, please don’t message my inbox requesting things- I’m not trying to sound rude, and if you have requested by using my inbox I’m not mad at you or anything, but please use the ask box-

If you see a character with "nothing here yet" feel free to request them! I just haven't had any ideas for them yet and would love suggestions :)

Bo Sinclair:

S/o that threatens to leave them

Bo with a s/o that has an unhealthy obsession with him

Poly! Sinclair's comforting their insecure girlfriend Sinclairs (separately) with a s/o that draws Vincent Sinclair: S/o that wears corsets S/o that threatens to leave them

Poly! Sinclair's comforting their insecure girlfriend Sinclairs (separately) with a s/o that draws Lester Sinclair: S/o that threatens to leave them

Poly! Sinclair's comforting their insecure girlfriend

Sinclairs (separately) with a s/o that draws Billy Loomis: S/o that has an unhealthy obsession with him

Platonic child reader that's like Matilda

Stu Macher:

Platonic child reader that's like Matilda

Sidney Prescott: Nothing here yet...

Tatum Riley: Nothing here yet...

Randy Meeks: Nothing here yet...

The Lost Boys: Poly Lost boys with a S/o that is an animal lover

David: Nothing here yet...

Dwayne: Nothing here yet...

Marko: Nothing here yet...

Paul: Nothing here yet... Star: Nothing here yet... Michael: Nothing here yet...

Brahms Heelshire: S/o that wears corsets

S/o comforting him after a nightmare

Jason Voorhees:

S/o that wears corsets

Texas Chainsaw Massacre: Thomas Hewitt: Nothing here yet... Bubba Sawyer: Nothing here yet...

ChopTop: Nothing here yet... Nubbins: Nothing here yet...

Henry Bowers:

Henry with a stubborn s/o

Vic Criss: Nothing here yet...

Patrick Hockstetter: Nothing here yet... Reginald "Belch" Huggins: Nothing here yet...

Poly Bowers Gang:

Bowers gang x Reader that isn't afraid to put them in their place

Poly Losers Club: Nothing here yet...

Richie Tozier: Nothing here yet...

Bill Denbrough: Nothing here yet...

Eddie Kaspbrak: Nothing here yet...

Ben Hanscom: Nothing here yet...

Stan Uris: Nothing here yet...

Mike Hanlon: Nothing here yet...

Beverly Marsh: Nothing here yet...

Carrie White: Nothing here yet...

Halloween/Michael Myers: Nothing here yet...

Chucky: Nothing here yet... Tiffany Valentine: Nothing here yet...

Hush "The Man" aka John: Nothing here yet...

Xenomorph/Alien: Nothing here yet...

Predator/Yautja "Clicky papa!" Platonic Predator X child reader Curious puppy - Elder Yautja x GN Reader (inspired by post by @mintymarabell)

Random stuff with multiple slashers (usually like head cannons and quick drabbles) S/o with weird cravings

Slashers nicknames for their s/o

S/o that's a shapeshifter

Slashers reactions to their s/o having stretch marks (part 1/2)

Slashers reactions to their s/o having stretch marks (part 2/2)

Poly Dolls (Tiff X Reader X Chucky) head cannons

Slashers with a s/o that is sensitive to foods

[babyybuggaboo]

IT Fic ideas/ mini plots? blurbs? i’m posting this for @def-livv ! i also will give anyone like use of anything from this, feel free to take the ideas and make some good stories or rewrite some of the things i’ve written. they’re not bad but not great either but i hope you enjoy these things i’ve written ! also note that these were for me to remember stuff i’ve imagined in my head so sorry if there’s notes that don’t make sense to you or if the stories have little to no good detail and yeah whatever! enjoy it or don’t :P

Having nightmares about IT before he came back in 1989, and stopping him from killing everyone (hero mc and no bad stuff happens other than bowers gang thinking mc is crazy:/ /sad

being friends with the bowers gang and throughout a few months they all realize they like mc and all hide it from each other but also they all go after mc. they do have fights but it’ll end up poly probably

mc likes patrick, patrick “likes” mc and thinks she may be real but is very wishy washy with her, one day he’s all over her, next day he couldn’t give a shit (to mess with her) but is still very possessive. stuck in the middle vibes

henry likes mc, says they’re dating and mc is pretty sweet and kinda goes along with it thinking he’ll get bored. henry and mc fall in love and he starts changing (getting nicer, understanding he shouldn’t be abused and that it’s not right) she gets him to slowly move into her house with her and her parents and they sorta adopt him and show him what a real family is like. saving his life/raising him right au

boys hardcore bully mc but she’s a little bit yandere and is inlove with patrick/henry/all of them (whatever i’m feeling ig) they catch some jocks messing with her one day and all kinda think “that’s our victim!” and protect her, making her fall more in love and they slowly slowly slowly start to get softer towards her. bullies/victim to friends to lovers vibe

this is a blurb blurb/imagine vibe

mc is henry’s neighbour and in the winter sees him shoveling his big driveway all by himself so her and her dad go over with a snow blower and shovel to help. melts his heart a little bit ;) gentle mother!figure/ guardianangel!reader type vibes

also little headcanons for some plots:

- avery was never killed. so patrick isn’t at psychotic or deranged but still a jerk to his bro (who’s about 9-10) so about a 10 year age gap (depending on how old you want pat, i obviously picture him aged up and LEGAL!!!!!!!)

- vic has 2 older sisters

- henry has a soft spot for mc

- most of the time bowers gang can’t say no to mc

- when they go into town (like the movies or arcade) mc always runs ahead of the boys to give the losers club (if they happen to be there, they usually are) a heads up so they can scatter before the bowers gang rains terror

- reggie let’s mc practice driving stick shift in amy

- vic is the one mc trusts the most and they get along the most, they like similar things and he’ll keep secrets for mc (most of the time)

- in order of who mc trusts from most to least it’s: vic, reggie, henry, patrick

- mc loves to cuddle and innocently will pick one of the boys to cuddle with and tends to fall asleep on them. (they did draw on her face once or twice. jerks) but after knowing mc for a while, the boys started fighting over who mc sat with and would make plans to get mc to choose them

- mc is extremely loyal and gives entire heart into whoever mc cares about (the boys, mostly patrick, will exploit that) but mc does have limits and pushes back sometimes when they inevitably take things too far

- an “oc” who is matteo riddle 🤪 is the neighbour across from mc and they’re good buddies. he’s mainly for plot so mc has one friend outside of bowers gang

- sometimes, on days where the boys don’t force mc to hang out, she finds herself with the losers club. they’re funny and sweet and it gives mc a break, they’re refreshing. she spends most of the time talking to beverly, it’s nice to have a girl to talk to… and complain about the boys to.

- mc parents i usually picture are joy summers and rupert giles from buffy the vampire slayer. they are comfort parents and giles is a step-dad and mc has a jackass biological dad mc does not talk to. (for plot, mc has daddy issues too. helps to connect with henry)

- mc gets henry into drumming (safer way to get the anger out) he gets pretty good pretty quickly

- plot/blurb

the boys have a bet to see who can get mc to like them first

bowers gang along with their newer addition, are driving along and of course, the boys are bickering.

“we should go here!”

“no this place is way better! drive us there belch”

“fuck off! we’re going to this spot!”

reggie looks in the rear view mirror at mc, “where would you like to go mc?”

mc looks up at him, smiles shyly and thinks.

“maybe the big arcade? that’s in the next town? that could be fun! we don’t have to though” mc recoils in their seat, making themselves small.

reggie smiles, then it turns into a smirk as he looks at the boys, he’s so gonna win this, “ arcade it is darlin’”

—

at the arcade, they all spread out finding stuff to play. reggie and vic find the muscle man hammer game, patrick finds kids to scare and steal their tokens from, and mc follows henry, who has found the astro starfighter game (where you shoot meteors).

henry keeps losing and losing the game, then losing his temper, “fuck! fuck! fuck! this game is so fucking stupid and it’s a piece of shit” he starts kicking it. mc is laughing their guts out, they think henry is so funny, (they don’t really know him yet). “what the fuck are you laughing at?!” henry yells, mc wipes the tears from their eyes, giggles still bubbling out, “you’re just funny!… and so bad at this game! hahaha! it’s cute” mc laughs again. henry doesn’t know how to react, he’s being made fun of, but mc is so sweet about it and he knows they’re not being mean. before he can say anything, mc places a hand on his arm, “let me try!” and steps in drop of the game. “hmmm. henry? what should i get if i win?” mc asks coyly (or cheekily, but i think coyly). henry thinks for a seconds, then smirks, “i’ll give you a kiss” he says with a wink. he knows he’s going to win this bet. “oh gee! a kiss from henry bowers? i better be good!” mc grins and turns back to the game. they play for a while, getting higher and higher in the levels, mc finally gets to the boss level, “oh my god! oh my god! fuck you! i got you you’re so done you stupid ship!” (i think it also has aliens in it?) mc is blasting and blasting and! an asteroid hit them… they died. “no! aw are you kidding i was so close!” mc said disappointed, “damn it! that’s fuckin rigged” henry said, made he won’t get to kiss mc, but it comes off as him being on their side, they should’ve won!

mc turns to henry and kisses his cheek. henry is shocked, but tries to hide it. not well. “thanks for motivating me” mc says with a smile, already over losing that amazing play through. henry feels proud, he did motivate mc didn’t he. they wanted to kiss him and that’s why they tried so hard. it made him feel good, feel important and needed. that was the first moment he started really falling for mc.

they then wandered over to patrick, to drag him away from the poor children, got reg and vic, and went over to the skee ball, where they cheated and got a bunch of tickets and tried to pick a prize for mc all again, bickering.

“mc would like that bunny! get the bunny”

“no get the tiger! it’ll make em think of me!”

“get the skull head. it’s sick.”

“what about that cow! mc always points them out”

this time vic is the one to turn to mc, “which one would you like? pick one!” he says excitedly albeit aggressively.

“well, the bunny is pretty cute” mc says, the guy at the counter turns and grabs the bunny off the shelf and hands it to mc. vic grins, he knew they’d like the bunny. he walks up to mc and puts his arm around their shoulder, “that thing is pretty dang cute huh, like you” he says, mc looks up at him and laughs a little, shaking their head. “you’re a dork” mc says, but there’s a slight blush on their face. “alright let’s go. i’m fuckin’ hungry” henry says, breaking up the sweet moment between friends. they walk out the arcade and head home. on the car ride home, mc falls asleep on patrick’s shoulder, cuddling the bunny. they all glance at mc, so innocent. they all glance at each other and though it isn’t said out loud, the bet is off, and the games are on. may the best man win. (mc’s heart that is (; )

-henry had never had tacos before (half because of neglect, half because the bitch is racist) but one time mc invites him over for dinner, after hearing that he has never had tacos, which is atrocious. mc was horrified and jokingly tried to hold henry bowers, wrapping her arms around his neck, and petting his ratty mullet, calling him a dear poor thing. he pushed her away and told her to fuck off. mc laughed it off as she usually does, staying light-hearted and unoffended. and says that she’ll see him at 6.

6 o’clock arrives, and so does henry. as he walks through the door of mc’s house, he is hit with a (waff?) of spices and meat, it smelled delicious. he walks into the kitchen with mc and there stands her mom finishing up the lettuce and tomatoes. “mom, henry’s here!” mc said to her mother. mc’s mom turns around and greets him warmly, “oh hello henry! nice to finally meet you! grab a plate, we’re ready to get started” she smiles and goes to wash off her hands in the kitchen sink. mc and henry grab a plate and walk over to the kitchen counter where all the food is laid out for them. sour cream, salsa, hot sauce, rice, grated cheese, lettuce, tomato and guac! the beef steaming in the pan still on the stove, fresh off the burner. mc starts making her taco and henry just watches. mc noticed and smiles, “henry are you gonna make a taco? or just stand there looking devilishly handsome?” mc says with a wink. she loved to flirt with him jokingly, that way it wasn’t real and her feelings couldn’t be hurt. it was easier that way. he rolls his eyes at mc while scoffing, but then frowns slightly, “i don’t know what to put on it” mc blinks, “oh! i’ll make it for you!” mc starts making him two tacos, one with everything on it (the delicious one) and a plain one, with just meat and cheese (picky eaters choice) “try this one first. it’s just meat and cheese, it’ll ease ya right in” mc says and turns to make hers. they go and sit down at the table, henry looks at his plate and mc is staring at him, waiting. he looks up at her and barks out instinctively, “what?” mc laughs a little, “eat your taco! i want to see your reaction!” she scoots forward a little on her seat. henry again rolls his eyes at her, but he thinks she’s adorable, eyes gleaming with excitement. he picks up the smaller less stuffed taco of the two on his plate, gives mc one last glance and then takes a bite of the taco. and then another. and another. and then it’s gone. mc giggles and claps her hands together, he liked it! he LOVED it! henry looks at mc and says, “that was alright” it’s mc’s turn to roll her eyes, “try the good one now!” mc presses, “the good one? i liked the one i just ate. that one ain’t good?”

“yeah it was good but this one will be even better”

henry looked like his head exploded, it didn’t but what did explode were the flavours in his mouth.

henry likes tacos a lot now. and whenever mc’s family does a taco night, you can bet your butt henry will be sitting at that table chowing down like it’s his last meal.

- bowers gang are all hanging with mc in her room, chilling on her floor, her and henry are sitting on the bed. mc stretches, then slips under the covers and turns and faces the wall.

“what are you doing?” the boys ask, confused. “i’m gonna take a nap. you can come cuddle if you want” mc says sleepily, henry is the closest and first to jump into action, slipping under the covers between mc and the wall. she cuddles into him , “you’re so warm” mc said, she paused for a moment and then said, “that’s what he said” and giggles a little.

“i don’t get it” said vic

“you wouldn’t. virgin” mc says bluntly, voice slightly muffled as she snuggled into henry some more.

the boys all laugh and mc drifts off to sleep.

- henry’s birthday is april 17th and he’s an aries (i think i saw this in a fic or just a post one time that he gives off aries vibes and idk if they said april 17th or if i am crazy and made it up)

- POV: you’re at a video store, it’s pouring rain out so you and the bowers gang are looking for a movie or two to watch.

“oh pat! let’s get the goonies! i love that movie!” you say excitedly, grabbing it off the shelf and holding it in your arms.

“no fucking way. that movies for babies” patrick says annoyed, “we’re going to get a horror movie. i’m thinking poltergeist”

“are you kidding? if this movies for babies then goo goo ga ga motherfucker. i want to watch the goonies” you say, irritated.

POV: you’re helping reggie’s mom with her garden. you didn’t tell the boys and they were out looking for you. they drive past reggie’s house and see you’re BEHIND as you’re bent over pulling weeds out of the garden. they pull into the driveway, get out of the car and make their way over to you, henry is first to speak, “hey sweet thang. do you look as good in the front as you do in the back?” he said, the boys chuckle behind him, you roll your eyes and turn around, “hey hot stuff! whatcha packin?” you laugh, the boys are surprised to see you there, “mc? what are you doing at my house?” reggie says confused,

“i’m helping your mom out with gardening!” you say with a smile, reggie’s mom, who was in the kitchen getting drinks walks out and says,”mc has been such a good help! and she’s tough, carrying all those dirt and mulch bags for me!” mc blushes under the boys’ stares, looking impressed and maybe even a little proud. their girl is tough. “would you boys want to help? it’ll get the garden done quicker and we haven’t started on the back yet” reggie’s mom asked, really hoping to put the boys to work and take a break. pat and vic start to say no but henry answers for everyone, “sure mrs. huggins, we ain’t got nothin better to do”

the rest of the afternoon you and the boys did weeding, put new plants into the garden,fresh dirt and mulch. reggie’s mom brought out drink as you all finished up, you were the first to go over for a drink, thanking her. “i should be the one thanking you! those boys would’ve been gone before i even finished asking for help! they stayed to be with you” mrs huggins said with a wink. you blush and smile shyly, the thought of them just wanting to hang out with you was nice, making you feel wanted. “i don’t know about that” you say bashfully, mrs. huggins waves a hand at you, “oh please darlin’, you are so sweet and absolutely gorgeous! of course they want to be around you!” you shrug it off and hide your grin behind your drink, fresh lemonade. you look over at the boys, oblivious still that they all like you and think you’re worth spending a day in the dirt for.

ok i saw a jealously scale thing and while i love a jelly boy i think it was a little inaccurate so here’s my kinda idea about it:

- henry: 10/10

this one stays the same as the og post i saw. he has abandonment issues and was raised to think he’s a piece of garbage. so he is very insecure and scared that you’ll leave him, making him very jealous and possessive of you.

- patrick: 3/10

now in the other post it said he was like 100000/10 but i don’t think that’s true. patrick is possessive of course, you’re his play thing and he doesn’t want others to touch you, but he thinks that you’re the lucky one, to be able to date this god of a man and if he thinks you’re real, then he has no fears of someone else taking you from him cuz they’re fake, how could they?

- vic: 7/10

i think vic’s was around 7/10 which to me makes sense. he’s a small guy and he can have an attitude which can sometimes make him difficult to be around. he really likes you and like henry is afraid of driving you away. so he keeps a close eye on you and is always nearby, never letting another man get a chance to take you from him.

- reggie: 10/10

now i’m this og post, reggie is a 1/10. he’s secure in his relationship with you. i don’t think that’s the case.

he’s a chubby boy, we all know this and that makes him insecure. all his friends are fit good looking guys and all flirts. he is handsome though as you tell him constantly but, he still gets this creeping feeling, that you’ll wake up one day and find him repulsive and leave him for one of his “better looking friends” that makes his a little hot headed and possessive. when you’re joking around with one of the other boys, he sees it as flirting, which usually leads to a fight. most of the time you can talk through it though as since he’s been seeing you, he’s gotten better as communicating his feelings to you.

- this connects back to my movie “blurb”

- having the movie night and it’s storming real bad. you’re in patrick’s basement and while watching his chosen movie “the omen” the power goes out.

- he shuffles around in the dark, finds some candles and lights them

-you all sit around the small coffee table and decide to tell scary stories to pass the time

-patrick of course had other “ideas” wink wink nudge nudge but he was quickly smacked upside the head

- after a while of telling scary stories and the boys scaring the bejesus out of you (jerks) the power comes back on, but the weather is still bad.

-mrs. hockstetter calls down to all of you in the basement to ask if you’d like to stay the night as it’s “not safe what so ever”

- you all agree and head into the kitchen to call your parents- minus henry

-you all start to get ready to go set up makeshift beds in the basement when mrs. hockstetter stops you, saying you can sleep in avery’s room and he’ll stay with her as mr. hockstetter was on a business trip

-you go to tell her it’s fine but she insists and says she doesn’t need more babies made in her house

-so you follow her to the younger hockstetter’s room, avery follows and grabs his favourite stuffy before saying goodnight to you and running out

-mrs. hockstetter makes a point of telling you to lock the door so the boys don’t come in and says goodnight

-you sigh and crawl into the little twin bed and turn on the lamp on his bedside table

-meanwhile, in the basement, henry and pat got the couches and vic and reg got the floor (poor babies)

-reg was out like a light, snoring so loudly it could shake the house

-the rest of the boys couldn’t sleep

-henry gets up to you see you and patrick asks where the fuck he’s going

-“i’m going to take a wizz! fuck off” henry said

-he creeps upstairs and goes towards the room you’re staying in and lightly knocks on the door

-he hears a soft whisper, “who is it?”

-“it’s henry” he reply’s back just as quiet

-the lock turns and the door whips open and henry is pulled into the room and the door was quietly shut again, the lock stays unturned

-you ask henry what he needs and he says he can’t sleep cuz belch is snoring like a pig so he came you see if he could sleep with you

-you giggle and say yes, glad he came up cuz you also couldn’t sleep, and knew you’d sleep better with someone in the room with you

-you both go over to the twin sized bed and squeeze in. you’re both squished next to each other but you don’t mind

-few minutes pass, you and henry are chattering a bit as you try to let sleep take over you, talking about the day and telling inside jokes

-suddenly the door opens. you think it’s mrs. hockstetter, she heard you let henry in and you’re in trouble but it’s much worse. it’s patrick

-he asks what the fuck you two are doing and if you’re sleeping together

-you shush him a little and say no, that you both couldn’t sleep and that was that

-patrick says it’s not fair henry gets to sleep with you and he wants to as well

-you say that the bed is way too small for all three of you so he says you’ll sleep in his room

-you all creep across the hall to patrick’s room and vic shows up asking what you’re doing

-“were going to bed” you whisper

-“i’m coming too” he whispers back, “belch is gonna burst my goddamn eardrum”

-giggles start to bubble out of you and you try to be quiet. you’re tired and you need to go to bed

-you all climb into patrick’s bed, it’s a queen but it’s not comfy

-the four of you are clambering around, vic is complaining and so is henry. you finally have enough, you get vic to cross the hall with you and you grab avery’s bed and quietly bring it into patrick’s room and set it on the floor

-you grab the pillows and blankets too and then close the door and you go to sit on the twin bed

- henry and pat start to stop you, “no hey! you’re up here with us” henry whisper-yells

-you roll your eyes and give vic the blanket and pillow before hopping into patrick’s bed and squeezing inbetween them, “there. happy?” you say, though you didn’t really care where you slept

-as you all really settle in for the night you can’t help but voice that you feel bad you all ditched reggie

-the boys all say he’ll live and he deserves to sleep along with how loud his pig nose is

-you smack them for saying that and then sigh amd say “fine. g’night” and you all fall into a slumber, rain pitter pattering on the window

-early in the morning reggie woke up and saw all the boys missing and made his way upstairs to find you all asleep in pats room. he frowns and steps in closing the door.

-he steps over vic, who rolled off the twin bed in the night and lays on it himself and falls back asleep. he snores again but it’s much lighter and less disturbing

-later in the morning, mrs. hockstetter and avery wake up and go to make some breakfast. she walks by avery’s room and sees the door ajar. she peaks her head in and sees his bed missing. she turns and goes to patrick’s room opening the door and what a sight.

-in the twin bed reggie is sprawled out, next to him on the floor with just his legs on the bed is vic. on the queen bed, henry is half off the bed and patrick is squished into the wall and you, a great big star fish in the middle of the bed, your limbs sprawled over both the boys.

-mrs.hockstetter tries not to laugh and goes and gets her camera and takes a photo of all of them. she chuckles and shakes her head. how silly of her to try and keep them apart

a plot i tend to put into my henry x reader more or my bowers gang x reader is henry seeking comfort with you. i don’t think i’ve written about this yet in here?

so one night, after a particularly bad beating, henry runs to your house. he remembers you saying one time that you never lock the outside basement door so he got into your house through there.

he walks up the basement stairs as quietly as he can and all the way up the main stairs to your room. he’s not sure if he should wake you up or not, but he decides he needs to, he needs you. he shakes your shoulder, whispering your name, his voice a little shaky and desperate. you blink awake and sit up in a split second and turn on your bedside lamp. you blink as your eyes adjust and then lay on henry. you ask him what he’s doing in your house, and if he’s okay.

he starts sniffling and then let’s put a quiet sob. you get him to sit down and notice some blood seeping through the back of his shirt, you don’t say anything, you know what it’s from and you know he doesn’t want to talk. you can help him in the morning. for now you take his shoes off for him and then get him to slide into bed. you turn off the lamp and slide in too.

you ask him to come here and he immediately turns and wraps his arms around you, crying softly into your shoulder. you pet his head softly as you hold him. he eventually falls asleep and so do you, peacefully holding each other. you are his safe haven.

of course, in the morning he’ll threaten to gut you if you tell anybody. you didn’t plan on it and tell him that. you then tell him if he ever wants to, he’s always welcome in your home. he scoffs and turns away from you, going to leave and then stops at the door and says thanks. you grin softly, you know that was hard for him to say. he leaves, but he’ll be back soon.

he starts staying over so much he has his own drawer in your dresser, he has a toothbrush on your bathroom counter and shampoo and body wash in your shower. he eats dinner with your family almost every night. your parents never asked or minded why he stayed, they had a pretty good guess to why, they’ve met butch bowers a handful of time.

henry learns to help around the house, he’s grateful to be welcomed in and you tell him that’s a good way to show it. and he really likes hanging out with your dad. your dad doesn’t drink except for the occasional bourbon, and is a nice quiet man and doesn’t lose his temper often and is very understanding. he takes henry under his wing a bit. (showing him what a real man is)

the biggest realization henry had when he realized he shouldn’t be treated the way he was by his father, was when he accidentally knocked over a glass of water at dinner one night. it shattered on the ground, henry immediately tensed up, muttering an apology and moving to get it, keeping his head down. your parents brushed it off saying it was okay, your dad jumped a little bit telling henry not to touch the glass. it scared henry and all he said was “sir?” your dad explained that he didn’t want henry to cut his hands and asked you to go grab the dust pan and vacuum. you did and started cleaning up the glass for your friend. he tried to let you do it but you said it was fine, you’ve broken your fair share of dish ware and we’re an “expert” at cleaning it up. your dad went into a story of how you tried to cook a frozen muffin in the microwave and put it in for so long you burned not only the muffin, but also the plate which shattered and left the house smelling like a burnt muffin for a week. looking back at that moment made him laugh as he also explained that it only happened when you were 14.

henry relaxed a bit after that, knowing they weren’t mad. but he was still waiting for the switch to flip, for your mom or dad to rage out, smack him and kick him out of the house, but it never came. after you tidied up the glass you got him a new one and sat down to finish your dinner.

after everyone was done, henry cleaned up the table, put away the leftovers and helped you grab dessert. your parents thanked him multiple times to which he kept replying, “it’s the least i can do”, that night when he went to bed (your parents moved him into the guest room but he would still sneak into your room every other night) he made the point to hug you tight as you went to say goodnight. you weren’t expecting it, but gladly accepted. you asked what it was for, not that you weren’t happy to hug your friend, and tells you he loves you and he’s glad he met you. you’re shocked at his words, tears well up in your eyes and you hug him tighter. he doesn’t say it out loud but, you saved him.

-okay little angst moment! idk if this has already been written? if it was it’s long since been deleted so…

-POV: you’re patrick’s girlfriend

-so it’s the whole plot of IT. the only difference is that you’re in the story.

-after patrick “goes missing” you’re in spiralling depression. the love of your life is gone

-you still hang with the boys as they’re your best friends too, though you don’t bully kids

-you grew closer with henry, being each others rocks.

-one day you’re walking down the street and you see the losers club walking down the street, freaking out. you keep walking past until you hear eddie start to freak out, “the clown! i saw him at the creepy old house in neibolt” you freeze. you saw that clown. outside your window, flicking a lighter. patrick’s lighter

-you go up to them and ask them what they know about the clown. theyre reluctant at first, afraid the rest of the bowers gang are near. you tell them they’re not and you all walk to the park and they explain what they saw.

-you tell them if they ever need your help with IT. you would be there. but the first time they would need you, you weren’t there.

-bev calls you one summer afternoon and you rush to her house. she tells you all that happened at the house. richie, eddie and bill went in. ben, stan and her stayed out. eddie fell through the ceiling and broke his arm, she stabbed the clown in the face with a iron spike, it almost tore ben apart with said spike, but they hurt IT. because they were together.

-you don’t hear much about them after that and you stick with your gang.

-later in the summer you get a call from bill. beverly was taken. you’re pissed. it’s time to get your revenge and kill this fucking clown. you know he took patrick.

-you meet the losers club at neibolt and they tell you the plan. you make your way down to the well, the kids start climbing down. you’re helping mike when henry comes out and tries to kill him.

-“henry!” you scream, “stop! what are you doing” you’re petrified, why is he doing this?

-“i have to! i have to kill them all! kill. you. all.” he said, deranged.

-“what do you mean henry?” you ask shakily, hoping to distract him so like can get away.

-henry suddenly softens, the slightest. it’s you. his sweet y/n. “don’t worry y/n. you’ll be with them again. hockstetter. vic. belch. you can be with them. float. with them. you’ll float too! You’ll float too! hahaha!” like he flipped a switch he’s back to the lunatic version that came in and starts running for you.

-you tackle him, and knock the knife out of his hand. he growls and grabs you, flipping you over and he’s on top of you. you kick him off and start crawling backwards, your hand lands on a brick. henry jumps for you and when he does, you swing. you hit him with the brick and it knocks him out.

- you’re panting and close to tears and mike asks if you’re okay. you shake your head, but say it’s fine.

-you find some extra rope and tie henry to a post. you’ll come back for him. as you walk back to the well, you pick up henry’s knife, god knows you’ll need it.

-you get down into the sewers where stan (was a dumbass and wandered off by himself??!! how is that bills fault? really??) was attacked.

-as you keep walking you think about henry’s words. he mentioned reggie and vic? they can’t be dead. you just saw them that morning. you get to the place where bev is being held. IT’s nest.

-bev is floating. they get her down and ben kisses her and then sweet little georgie comes out and bill shoots him and he freaks out.

as the battle insues and they’re trying to fight the clown and he’s holding bill hostage, he morphs again. into patrick. you’re patrick.

“come on doll. look at the stupid kid, he’s not worth it. let me have my fun with him and then i’ll be all yours k? take the little losers for ice cream or something and i’ll meet up with you later” “patrick” chuckles with a sly smile, but there’s a sinister look in his eyes

-your eyes well up with tears as you see him. the last time you’ll see him and it’s not even really him. “stop it! you stupid clown!” you cry.

-he growls and turns back into pennywise frowning, then he says his big ol thing about growing old and dying to the weeds yadayada

-richie then says his thing, “welcome to the losers club asshole!” and fighting begins again

-the kids are all swinging and taking hits and he’s trying to scare them but it’s not working. he goes after you and you just stand there staring. “i’m not scared of you, you stupid, stupid clown. you made a big mistake killing patrick. i’m going to kill you” you say, malice and determination in your voice.

-pennywise giggles, “oh? let’s see it then” but you know, he’s scared.

-you pull out henry’s knife and stab the clown in the eye. over and over again. he starts wailing and he throws you away from him. you slam into his junk pile and the kids keep hitting and hitting until he’s gone. whispering one final, “fear” and dropping into nothingness.

-when you get out, henry is dazed, he sees you, alive and starts weeping, “i’m so sorry! i’m sorry! i k-killed them! he made me!” he’s sobbing, “they’re with amy! i’m sorry!”

-you hear beverly call you, and you tell henry you’ll be right back and run up and out of the house.

-all the losers look at you, and bev shakily points towards the blue trans am across the street.

-you run towards it and then stop right in front, drop to your knees, and scream.

-you’re best friends, reggie and vic. sitting in reggie’s blue trans am “amy”, throats slit, blood down their necks, eyes staring, vacant and glassy.

-you lean over and vomit. the sight is so sickening. they’re dead. they’re all dead.

-you turn away from the car and go back inside the house, ignoring the losers as they call for you, saying not to do anything rash, you tell them to go home, they need to be far from henry. he’s still dangerous, but you can handle him.

-you walk into the basement, back to henry.

-“why?” your voice croaks, “why them?!” you yell out

-henry’s sobbing, still tied to the post, “i had to! he made me! he made me! my dad! and them! i had to…” he shouts and then trails off, tears running down his face, staring at nothing.

-you’re shocked. he killed his dad. he killed his dad and then he killed your best friends.

-“you can’t be mad y/n please! you’re all i have left please!” he suddenly cries out, writhing against the ropes.

-you start to cry harder and again, fall to your knees, next to henry, and hug him. he’s all you have left, you can’t leave him.

-you untie him and help him up, he’s still shaking. and you take him out to the car, “we’re getting rid of these bodies and then we’re getting out of here okay? we’re going to get you out of here” you say to him. he just nods, broken.

-you instruct him to grab reggie and you two carry him into neibolt, down to the basement, and throw him down the well. then you do the same with victor.

-you go back to the car and get in and drive to your house. you have a stash of money you’ve been saving. you run in quick and grab it, and any other essentials you can think of and you’re back out to the car.

-you look at henry, and tell him everything’s gonna be okay. you have each other, thats all that you need. and you drive out of derry, leaving it all behind.

(k note: i don’t like sad stuff so as i wrote this obviously it had a bittersweet ending but still kinda happy whatever. really the plot is, if i don’t go into detail, y/n losing her entire friend group and then going ape shit crazy on the clown. she’s not scared, just vengeful. so that’s basically what i wanted but i wrote something else???? it’s different trying to add details i guess ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )

-i’m reading the book rn and YALL WANNA KNOW WHAT HENRY SMELLS LIKE? also he was held back a grade L

-henry and i quote, “had an oder of sweat and juicy-fruit gum that always hung about him.”

-WHAT!!! and why is it literally perfect and make so much sense

-meeting plot:

you’re walking down the street and get stopped by some creep and he’s trying to chat you up and you try and quickly get out of the situation and walk away. the man follows you, and then after a while starts calling out to you and getting closer. you start running and he starts chasing you. you found a corner and go to cross the street. as you’re running across the street you almost get hit by a car. they go into a screeching halt and you slammed your hands on the hood of the car. you look at the driver, and then the car, and then back to the driver. it’s belch huggins… and the bowers gang. you call out amd say a quick and meek “sorry”, you’re out of breath and panting. henry calls out and asks if you wanna come for a ride. you pause to think for second. creepy man or bowers gang? you glance to your right and see the man coming around the corner. “bowers gang it is” you think. you round to the passenger side where henry is quickly, pull open the door, jump into his lap, and quickly close the door. belch puts the car into gear to start driving just as the man gets to the cross walk. you make eye contact with him and shrink into henry a bit. all the boys notice him. belch takes a quick glance at you, seeing your discomfort, you’re shaking slightly. he looks back at the man and sees that he’s walking around to the passengers side of the car. belch peels out, almost hitting the man. patrick whoops and laughs, vic calls out a fuck you to the man, whose now laying and panting on the side of the road, clutching his chest. you sigh in relief, glad to be away from him. you thank the boys, mainly belch, for the ride and relax a bit. realizing you just jumped into henry bowers lap to get away from that creep, you turn and quickly apologize, and say you can hop into the back, so you’re not crushing him. he chuckles and says that you’re perfectly fine right where you are. you blush and turn away. you try to get belch to drop you off, you could walk home now, they all say no, you’re hanging out with them. you comply, not wanting to get on the bad side of the scariest guys in town. you didn’t realize then what you’d be getting into.

henry: (lazily, not really serious, but annoyed) i’m gonna beat the shit outta you if you don’t stop

y/n: (not caring, completely unserious) well i’m gonna kiss you so hard that it’ll leave you breathless and wanting more

henry:

the boys:

henry: y/n what the fuck

this plot the boys bully y/n, but they end up saving her from some creeps and then there’s this like weird friends one day and bullies the next thing going on and then henry and y/n start to like each other and date in secret. patrick here’s a rumour that you turned a guy down because you have a crush but you deny it saying you didn’t want to hurt the guys feelings. vic and you bond over comic books so one saturday, you and him hang out, going to a comic book store. he asks you if you do have a crush, you say yes but you won’t tell him who. he wants to make a bet, 50 bucks says he can guess your crush by friday. you agree and set turns, he can have five guesses today and only 2 a day til friday, and he can’t tell the other boys about it or the bets off. he agrees and says he wants a hint about the crush so you tell him a nickname that you think fits your crush perfectly, “chihuahua”.

vic looks confused and then starts laughing, “chihuahua? why?” he asks chuckling,

“if you guess my crush you’ll get why”

idk if i already wrote this but we all know henry doesn’t talk about his feelings. but whenever you guys are together, he has a habit of tapping you three times. either when his hand is on your thigh, or he’s holding your hand, he taps three times. his way of saying “i love you”

tap tap tap.

so you have this guy at school who won’t leave you alone. he’s always asking you out, you always find a nice way to say no, always having an excuse as to why you can’t. one day he’s practically chasing you down the hall, trying to ask you out again. you turn a corner and see the bowers gang. you were in a survival mode trying to figure out how you can escape this nerdy teen predator, and walk up to the bowers gang. “henry! there you are!” you say cheerfully, he looks at you confused, you guys have maybe said one word to each other in your entire time in high school. you hear your name being called out again by your “admirer” and you don’t give henry any time to respond as you grab his shirt and pull him towards you, smashing your lips against his. he makes a surprised sound but doesn’t pull away, he sets his hands on your hips and pulls you closer, deepening the kiss, swiping his tongue against your bottom lip, you open your mouth and let him in, his tongue gliding along yours, it feels good. you hear a sound that sounds like a mix between a cough and someone choking, then a quiet “i ask you later” followed by someone running off.

he left! you got that creep to leave you alone! you break the kiss with henry, both of you slightly panting, he looks dazed, still confused and cocky, cause of course any girl would want to kiss him, he’s henry bowers, but before he can say anything and before the boys can say anything cuz they’re just as confused and in awe that you just did that, you just smile at henry, “thanks bowers! see you in class” you say, giddy, half from surviving almost being backed into a corner, again and half from kissing henry. he’s not a bad kisser, if you do say so yourself, and you do. you take off back down the hall the way you came and disappear around the corner.

the boys all stand there not knowing what happened, and patrick is the first one to say something, patting henry on the back, “way to go bowers! that chick was hot as fuck! how long have you been banging her?” he says, laughing. henry rolls his eyes and then smirks as he turns to patrick, “i’ve never talked to that girl in my life” he chuckles as the boys all again, stare in awe. henry turns back and looks in the direction you left in, and he knew that wasn’t going to be the last time he kissed you.

another thing with the fake dating trope.

henry really starts to like being the protector, he likes the feeling of being needed by someone, not feared. he likes it cuz he needs you as much as you need him, so he knows you won’t ever leave him, as long as you need him.

incorrect quote:

henry: Can you eat like a lady? are you capable of that?

y/n: Do you want me to eat like a lady? Or show you how much I can fit in my mouth?;) *takes a huge bite of a burger*

henry:

other characters that are apart of the bowers gang:

-Peter Gordon: A rich kid who joins bowers’ gang to boost his reputation

-Steve “Moose” Sadler: A big strong kid

-Gard Jagermeyer: So stupid they didn’t even bother to send him to summer school

one night you’re walking home from the library and these men start harassing you, you get scared and run from them. it starts pouring rain and you can hear them calling after you, they’re following you. you turn a corner and run into someone. you slammed on to him causing you both to let out an “oof” sound, and he grabs you by the shoulders. you let out a scream and try to get out of his grip, you don’t see who it is, it’s dark and your eyes are blurry from the rain. the man holding you hostage speaks up, “hey hey woah, what’s the matter y/n? it’s just me” the man says in a worried tone,but to you it sounds more amused than worried. patrick hockstetter. you stop thrashing and let out a sigh of relief and wrap your arms around his waist hugging him. he pats your back before pulling back from the hug, holding your shoulders again as he leans down a bit to look you in the eyes, “what’s the matter? you seem really freaked?” he asks concerned. you burst into tears, “these guys started harassing me and asking me to hang out with them and i didn’t want to and i ran and i think they’re chasing me” you cry, you’re shaking now, from fear and from being cold, you’re soaking wet at this point, the rain is coming down harder. “hey, it’s okay. you’re with me now, i won’t let anything happen to ya. come on, my house is around the corner” patrick says wrapping his arm around your shoulder and guiding you towards his house. you don’t say anything, just sniffle and let him take you. when you get to his house you both quietly enter, his family is well asleep by now. he grabs your hand and leads you down to the basement, where his bedroom is. “let me grab you some dry clothes” he says, he’s being awfully nice you think, very unlike patrick. while he’s distracted you take the chance to look at him, his clothes are soaked and weighing down on him, showing off how lanky he really is, his dark wet locks are dripping water onto his face, rolling down down his cheekbones, he looks pretty. you’ve never really looked at him like that before. maybe because he’s not being patrick, he’s someone else, gentler. you don’t know how long it will last but you’ll enjoy it while it does. he digs through his dresser and finds a shirt and pj pants, and walks over to you and hands them to you, “thank you” you say quietly, he smirks slightly, staring at you. he had a look in his eye, a patrick look, but nothing bad comes of it, like he’s holding back, “you can change in there” he says, pointing to a door, you assume is a bathroom, he never takes his eyes off you as you walk in and close the door. you quickly change and immediately feel warmer. you take your wet clothes and exit the bathroom, “where should i put these?” you ask, softly, “i throw them in the dryer for you” he says and grabs the wet clothes from your hands, “thank you” you say again. he doesn’t say anything and goes to put them in the laundry room around the corner. while you wait you take a look around his room, his bed has black sheets and is tucked into the corner, he’s got animal skulls and teeth and an assortment of bones littered across his dresser, side table and desk. rock and heavy metal band posters on the wall, as well as a bay watch poster, you giggle at that one. boys. patrick comes back into his room, his clothes now changed and he stops in front of you, and you just stare at each other for a second. “you okay now?” he asks, you nod, then yawn, “yeah m’just tired” you say through the yawn. you miss it but patrick gets a grin on his face and a glint in his eye but it’s gone in a flash as he puts on a gentle, concerned face, “let’s head to bed then yeah? it’s been a long night” he says putting his hand on the small of your back and guiding you towards his bed. you’re too tired to think straight at this point, so you let him guide you to the bed, and you crawl in tucking yourself into the corner, he slides in after you. you both get comfortable and lay facing each other, space in between you, “thank you for saving me” you whisper softly, sleep starting to take over,

“no problem. i couldn’t just leave you there, you looked so cute and small like a little bunny, you poor thing” he chuckled a little, his tone mocking, but you don’t notice it, “you think i’m cute?” you say, your tone jesting, but eyes are closed, your breathing evening out, you fall asleep. patrick grins as he stares at you, saying one final thing, you don’t hear, “yeah. very cute, and all mine” he whispered the last part, then grabs your waist and pulls you against him, you snuggle in deeper and he slowly falls asleep, holding you in his arms. you don’t realize what you’ve gotten yourself into.

the next morning you wake up to a car horn honking. you jolt awake, your head was on patrick’s chest, you feel his arms around your waist and you look down to see him asleep, “he looks peaceful, like an angel.” you snort at the thought. a fallen angel maybe. you then hear patrick’s mother call down to him, “patrick darling, the boys are here, it’s time for school!” she shouts down, he groans, rolling over, pulling you with him, he lays on top of you nuzzling his nose into your neck. you yelped as he did so. you try and shuffle away but he just holds you tighter and you feel him smirk against your neck. you sigh and roll your eyes, “patrick we have to get up, get off me! we have school! what time is it anyway?” you ask while trying to shove him off of you, looking around for a clock. all of a sudden he lets you go and you fling out of the bed with a yelp, “ow! what the fuck dude!” you say rubbing your head that you hit on the floor. he lets out a muffled chuckle, his face in his pillow. you stand up and glance at his desk, there’s a clock! it reads 7:45am. you freeze, “shit! we’ve got like 15 minutes we gotta go come on!” you say in a panic, patrick rolls over on to his back and stretches out, “shut the fuck up. it’s way to early for this shit, comere” he says reaching for you. you dodge his grabby hands and go into the laundry room to grab your clothes, “no! get up! we’re going to be late! please?” you say, you open the dryer and lean in to grab your clothes.

they’re still wet.

you run back into patrick’s room and shake him, “patrick! my clothes are still wet! did you put the dryer on?” you’re whisper yelling, you don’t want his mom to know you’re there. he finally gets up, leaning on his elbow and he looks up at you, he’s got a look in his eye, but you don’t see it, he smirks a little, “the power must have gone out bunny. don’t worry, you can borrow some of my clothes” he yawns at the end of the sentence and sits of stretching. he stands and walks into the bathroom shutting the door. you let out a puff of air and go into his closet, you find a pair of baggy ripped jeans and then in his dresser you find a pale yellow and bright red ringed shirt with a screaming cat face on it. cool. you quickly put that stuff on before he comes out of the bathroom. he walks out and grabs some random clothes off the ground and starts to change, then stops and looks at you, “um, a little privacy bunny?” he says and makes a spinning motion with his hand, you blush, “oh! right sorry. um do you have a spare toothbrush i can borrow?” you ask as you turn around facing away from him, you can almost hear the smirk in his voice as he says “just use mine” you tense a little, “ew! no way that’s so gross! we can’t share a toothbrush” you say, your voice rising a little, “ suit yourself. guess you’ll just have gross morning breath at school.” he says, you can hear the buckle of his belt clinking. you think for a moment, then sigh and walk over to the bathroom, “you don’t have any diseases right?” you ask as you pick up the toothbrush, you glance over at him, he’s now dressed and leaning against the door frame, “a disease? like what sweetheart?” he smirks tilting his head, you stare at him, “rabies.” you say bluntly, his eyes light up a little, and he smiles, his little weirdo smile and he licks his lips, “i might. wanna find out?” you roll your eyes, put toothpaste on the brush and stare at it, “ugh. whatever” you say and jam the toothbrush into your mouth. you quickly brush your teeth, then turn to patrick and stick the toothbrush into his hand, “there you go. your turn. be quick” you say and then rush into his room to get your hopefully dry shoes. you grab them and sit at the foot of his bed, they’re damp but nothing you can’t deal with. you put them on and then scan the room for your backpack. you find it sitting at the bottom of the stairs. right as you grab it he walks out. “okay let’s go!” you say pointing towards the stairs, bouncing on your toes. he rolls his eyes at you, grabbing his lighter off his desk, and a pencil off the floor, he gestures towards the stairs, you run up and quickly out the front door before his mom sees you. you hear her call out to him, “have a good day honey!” he slams the door shut.

you both walk towards the blue trans am. in the blue trans am, vic is the first to see you.

“holy shit” vic says, “look” he starts laughing.

“what?” henry says sharply and looks out his window. it’s you, sweet y/n, wearing hockstetter’s clothes and walking towards amy. “what the fuck?” henry says, belch chuckles “that fucking dog”

pat nods at the boys and you smile at them, patrick helps you slide into the car before hopping in himself. you’re sat inbetween vic and pat, “morning” you say letting out a yawn, “morning y/n” belch says, looking at you through the rear view mirror with a smile.

“are we fucking going or what?” henry says snippy, belch glances at him and nods, putting the gear in to drive and pulling out onto the road driving you to school. you lean your head on patrick’s shoulder and close your eyes. patrick looks down at you and smiles ever so slightly. his little bunny, he wonders if you might be real. probably not, but you’ll be a lot of fun to play with.

there’s this really old tumblr post about someone talking about solipsism with their friend and they said to their friend, “if everything around me is all my imagination, then you’re the best thing i’ve come up with” and in a version where patrick isn’t a psycho killer fafafa that would be a really cute thing for him to say

[reggieservices]

Vic and Patrick w/ a trad goth s/o? (Hcs)

I’ve been brain rotting this for a few days now 😪☝️)

I love this its CUTE

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∆ Patrick would ask you to do your make up on his face and make Vic take pictures of you two

∆ Loves the pointed edges of your eye make up and the contrast of colours

∆ Vic would ask to put your make up on your face to test his abilities

∆ Your goth trio make up parties would be happening at least once a week these boys love it so much

∆ I think Vic already listens to Gothic music, so you two could bond over shared music taste

∆ You guys would spend hours showing your music to Patrick

∆ Cuz lets be honest

∆ He probably only listens to TV static

∆ They most definitely buy you jewelry and clothes to match your aesthetic

∆ You dont even have to ask for them to take photos of you

∆ These boys are your personal paparazzi

∆ Constantly showing you off to everyone they see

∆ "Hey, look at how lucky we are, this is our s/o"

∆ Seriously, everyone in town has heard of you through them

∆ Will give you a new nickname every day (out of love of course)

∆ Patricks favourite is "Batty" and he'll throw a plastic bat he stole from Halloween city at you

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also do y'all goffs consider Type O Negative goth music? cuz they go hard asf okay bye have a good day mwah

[b-a-n-a-n-a-ss]

IT: Victor Criss x reader - Reunited

Summary: Pennywise kills the reader and she turns into a ghost and cry’s about her boyfriend. But after Henry kills Victor and belch, the couple meet again.

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As I sat in my abandoned room, I cried. I missed my Victor. I missed hugging him and kissing him. I missed being with him and joking around. I missed making love to him and I missed his sweet sweet after care.

I missed my friends, my parents and even some of the losers. I missed Henry and his stupid sarcasm that always used to piss me off. I missed belch and his rock music and his car. And I’ve missed Patrick since he went missing. It wasn’t the same without him with us. I missed his jokes and his crazy personality

I wanted to go home. But I was home. I was just dead.

Pennywise killed me. He led me into some type of cliff and the last thing I remember is falling down the Cliff and dying from impact. When I woke up, I thought it was all a bad dream. So I left my house to try and find my friends. But when I finally found them, they ignored me. They didn’t ignore me they just couldn’t see me, because I was dead. I’m a ghost now. I can pick things up and move things, but I can’t interact with anyone.

And it hurts. I just want to see my Victor one last time. I never got to say goodbye to him. He and belch dropped me off at home that night and they never saw me again. I feel so bad. Victor is so worried about me and I know he’s scared.

My parents haven’t come into my room since I died. Everyone knows that I’m missing, but they don’t know I’m dead. They never found my body. My parents have half the damn town looking everywhere for me. They are hardly even in the house anymore. They spend the whole day looking for me.

I have been curled up in a ball for three weeks now. That’s how long I’ve been dead. I just lay there and cry and wonder what everyone is thinking.

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Currently I was laying on my floor again. Just thinking. I heard commotion coming from downstairs and I started to get scared. What if Pennywise is back? What do I do?

I carefully stood up and walked out of my room quietly. I heard panting and saw familiar blonde hair. Victor?

“Y/n! Oh y/n are you here?” He yelled while frantically looking around my house. I walked down my stairs and came face to face with my boyfriend. He was wearing his sleeveless tank shirt and his usual jeans. He looked at me with tears in his eyes. He jumped to me and engulfed me in the tightest hug I’ve ever had. I hugged him back just as tight.

We held each other and sobbed.

“Oh y/n I missed you so much.” He cried as he cradled my head and pet my hair. I peppered kisses on his collar bone and buried my head into his neck.

“Victor.” I said, voice muffled by his shirt.

“Yes baby?” He replied as he pulled back a little to look at my face. He cupped my cheek with his right hand and ran his thumb over my lips and cheek. His left hand still held me.

“Victor I’m dead.” I told him. He winced and nodded his head and kissed my lips passionately.

“I am too y/n. I’m so sorry wasn’t there to save you. I missed you so much I was going crazy.” He whispered to me as he leaned his forehead against mine.

We stood in each others embrace for a few more minutes until we both went up to my room and laid on my bed. We were cuddled up to each other, me curled into his side with my head on his chest and his arm hugging my body to his.

“How did you die Vic?” I asked him. He smiled lightly at my use of his old and lovable nickname.

“Henry. The asshole killed me. He’s fucking crazy y/n. I’m really glad you weren’t there to see how fucked up he got.” Victor told me. I frowned at the mention of my friend.

“What did he do to you?” I asked again. He sighed and turned his head to look at me.

“He slashed my throat. He killed belch too. It’s just him now.” He said then kissed my lips and leaned back again.

“What happened to you y/n? You were with us one day and gone the next. I was so scared. Who did this to you?” He asked me now.

“The same guy that killed Patrick. That evil fucking thing.” I said. I burrowed myself deeper into victors chest and inhaled his scent that I’ve missed.

“Patrick’s dead?”

“Yes. That’s why they are still looking for both of us. They never found our bodies Vic.” I explained to him.

“I’ve been dead for three weeks. Three horrible weeks.” I continued.

Victor squeezed my body and laid his head on top of mine.

“I love you y/n. Oh god I love you so much.” He said.

“I love you too Victor.”

We looked towards each other and we both sat up. We drifted into each other and soon we were kissing and undressing each other.

He touched me so sweetly and lovingly, like this was the last time he would ever see me. He entered into me and our bodies moved fluidly with one another. He kissed my lip and held his hands on my waist while he pumped into my body. I gasped as he pushed deeper into me, his hands coming up to stroke my sweaty face.

“Vic harder please.” I moaned and bucked my hips to meet him halfway. He did as told and he started to thrust harder into me. My legs now shaking and sweat from victors body dripping onto mine.

He came into me and when he pulled out I came as well. He cleaned me up and laid beside me on my bed. We turned to lay on our sides facing each other. He stroked my face and kissed me lovingly and longingly. We were both panting and sweaty.

“I love you.” He whispered and moved his body closer to mine. We were pressed against each other and this was the safest I’ve felt in three weeks.

“I love you too Victor.” I replied with a smile.

“Will we be with each other forever now?” He asked as his eyes started to droop.

“I think so. We can be with each other for eternity. Victor we can’t be hurt. We are together now.” I said as I draped my arm across his waist. He pulled me closer to him and kissed my head.

“I’m glad.”

[komotionlessqueenmm]

Headcanon/Preference # 8

(Bowers Gang) (2017 It movie)

Gifs NOT mine.

If any gif is yours (or you know who's it is) please let me know, so I can give you/them credit.

Gif credit goes to - (In order) - @totallyimagines - @loooopside - @guywithacrossbow - @toziersoneliners - (Unless told otherwise.)

Year posted - 2022

Note(s) - Blue text is him speaking to you. Text in small font is just a side note. Small text with a line through it is a silly side note.

💋 Henry Bowers 💋

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⌖ "Don't you fucking dare tell anyone about this." 🤬

⌖ Dare was hissed with such malicious, that if you weren't confident in the fact that, Henry would never hurt you, you would definitely be fearful.

⌖ He had called you Mommy while you were sucking his cock, it had come out as a soft whisper, but you heard it loud and clear.

⌖ The development of the Mommy kink isn't the most surprising thing, considering his mom was never really in his life.

⌖ Despite it being his kink, he finds it kinda weird at first, and is so so so fucking ashamed to admit that he's into it, even when he has to admit it to you.

⌖ It's not an all the time kinda kink, Henry would rather be the dominant one the majority of the time.

⌖ However when he's feeling weak, or fragile he passes the reins to you, and just soaks it all up.

⌖ Started with the Mommy kink, which kinda came outta nowhere for him.

⌖ But one day he caught a glimpse of a mother nursing her baby at the park.

⌖ Then came the subconscious lactation kink.

⌖ When he let you take the lead that night, he couldn't stop thinking about drinking milk from your supple breasts.

⌖ Took him months to admit it, but you figured it out on your own with how adamant he seemed to keep sucking on your nipples specifically.

⌖ When Henry finally admits to the lactation kink, and you tell him you already know Henry is shook surprised to say the least.

⌖ And when you explain how you already knew, he's blushing with embarrassment, not even realizing how often he did that.

⌖ Totally (albeit subconsciously) wonders if knocking you up would be worth actually being able to taste your milk.

⌖ Never really comes to a conclusion on this thought.

⌖ He's a brat sometimes, but it's not very often to be honest.

⌖ Because he mostly craves being coddled and tinderly taken care of when he plays submissive.

⌖ When he's acting like a brat, it's because you told him to do something he didn't wanna do just yet, or you denied him something he wants to do now.

⌖ Bratty Henry is a pouty huffy Henry.

⌖ Like totally crossing his arms with a huff and refusing to look at you, a pout tugging his lips down into a frown.

⌖ It's very childish, but also ridiculously cute.

⌖ All you've gotta do to deal with bratty Henry is to use your mom voice.

⌖ Just don't take it to far, you might make him flinch because of his dad.

⌖ With your mom voice just call his name, and hold your head high, crossing your own arms, and maybe even tapping your toes impatiently.

⌖ AKA just act like you're disappointed with him, NOT angry! Never angry!

⌖ He doesn't react well to that for obvious reasons.

⌖ You're not ever allowed to spank Henry as punishment, if you're going to punish him, all you're really allowed to do is cum denial.

⌖ He doesn't wanna be hit or spanked for a reason.

⌖ YOU UNDERSTAND THAT AND RESPECT THAT!

⌖ AND NEVER CROSS THAT LINE BECAUSE THAT'S JUST CRUEL!

⌖ Henry likes and hates teasing, he's to impatient to tease you for very long, and even more impatient with being teased.

⌖ But cum denial really gets him going, because when you finally allow him the luxury to cum, he cums so fucking hard.

⌖ Like he passed out once because of how hard he came.

⌖ When he woke up again, he was quick to take the reins, and fuck you into oblivion.

⌖ You couldn't walk properly for a few days after that night...

⌖ It was a reward, trust me. The best kinda thank you Henry could give you.

⌖Henry likes when you sit in his lap, holding the back of his head tinderly (by his hair of course) as he suckles at your breast.

⌖ Bonus points if you praise him for being such a good boy, your good boy.

⌖ Oh and if you enjoy teasing him, and denying him the chance to "feed" on you, he'll totally take it, but only for so long, then he gets a pouty again.

⌖ And if you take things to far he will ignore you as if his life depends on it.

⌖ Brat.

⌖ If when you eventually get pregnant, Henry acts kinda indifferent about it.

⌖ Like he's a little upset because now he's gonna have to share you, but he's also "secretly" excited as fuck.

⌖ Well atleast now he'll get to actually taste your milk like he's been fantasizing about.

⌖ And your tits getting even bigger is a real bonus for Henry, plus when your hormones go wild and you get horny as fuck, he's down for it.

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💋 Patrick Hockstetter 💋

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⌖ "First of all, how fucking dare you!?"😤

⌖ "Don't let this shit go to your head Princess, I'm still in charge." 😈

⌖ Princess was practically hissed with sarcasm, and Still was totally growled with authority.

⌖ Called you Mommy while fucking your tits, growling it practically, before blowing his load on your surprised face.

⌖ Totally didn't see that coming... Like he's suppose to be the dominant one... He is Daddy, Princess, remember that.

⌖ However with tits like those how could he not develop at the very least a lactation kink.

⌖ This creep totally gets off on being held in your lap like a baby, while he suckles on your tits.

⌖ Like you literally have to support his neck, or he'll act like a dramatic bitch, acting like you're practically killing him.

⌖ ✨DRAMATIC BITCH!✨

⌖ He totally calls you Mommy in more of a mocking way, rather than a submissive way.

⌖ Surprise surprise.

⌖ Patrick is the worst fucking brat ever!

⌖ Not just because he likes acting out whenever possible, and pushing your god damn buttons.

⌖ But because at any point he can and will switch and now Daddy's pissed that you raised your voice at him.

⌖ So when he's a brat it's like walking into a active landmine testing ground, with a blindfold on and one leg tied back, so you're left to hop around blindly on one leg hoping you won't fucking die.

⌖ He doesn't always switch like that, because Patrick gets off with how hard you spank him.

⌖ Especially if you're wearing your rings, the painful welts that they leave are particularly sinful in the best way.

⌖ He also likes being punished by being tied up, and being denied the luxury of touching you.

⌖ He likes you using him for your own pleasure first, but don't ever leave him hanging, you better get him off if you value the luxury of being able to sit down.

⌖ Because otherwise Daddy will paddle you or spank you until your bruised and bleeding.

⌖ Oh and don't even think about teasing him, he gets pissed when you try teasing.

⌖ I mean you can tease a tiny tiny bit, but once he stops chuckling at your antics or grinning, you better stop.

⌖ At that point your really pushing your luck.

⌖ Never ever initiate being Mommy, Patrick is the only one that will ever initiate it.

⌖ Oh oh oh if Mommy enjoys knife play as much as Daddy, then you're really gonna get Patrick going.

⌖ Patrick is totally a dick (we all know this) and he will totally bite your nipple as he's sucking on it, and when you try scolding him for it.

⌖ This fucking guy.

⌖ "I'm teething Mommy."

⌖ Oh how bad you wanna smack that smirk off his pretty fucking face.

⌖ You thought he was only gonna do that once?

⌖ HA! You fool!

⌖ You should really know better by now, you're dating Patrick Hockstetter.

⌖ Shamelessly loves it when Mommy brings out the flogger, you know the one that looks just like Daddy's.

⌖ Will never allow Mommy to blindfold him, he needs to watch, even if he's not allowed to touch, he needs to watch.

⌖ While Mommy's appearances are kinda rare, that lactation kink is always there. Daddy needs it.

⌖ The lactation kink totally stemmed from how big your tits are, how full of milk they already looked without you even lactating.

⌖ Wonders just how much bigger they'd get if you were pregnant.

⌖ Doesn't intend on knocking you up however...

⌖ But when you eventually get pregnant, Patrick is pissed.

⌖ Patrick is an attention whore, and does not share well, doesn't matter one bit if it's his kid.

⌖ Unless and only if you happen to be his Goddess, then maybe just maybe he won't be pissed, and maybe just maybe he'll be a little excited. Maybe...

⌖ Probably best however to take some plan b, or be consistent with your birth control.

⌖ You never know just how far Patrick might take things.

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💋 Vic Criss 💋

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⌖ "I-I'm sorry I d-didn't mean to say t-that." 😳

⌖ Vic fucking stuttered so bad from how embarrassed he was, from having mistakenly called you Mommy, while you were riding him.

⌖ His beautiful pale cheeks were so fucking pink, and hot you could practically feel the heat coming off of them, when you reassuringly kissed his lips.

⌖ If you pull away from the kiss telling him "It's okay baby, Mommy's gonna take care of you." Vic fucking melts.

⌖ He's been wanting to call you Mommy for so fucking long, and he had been in secret while masturbating to the thought of you.

⌖ If you are persistent enough in asking about this, he'll admit to it, but he's blushing like mad.

⌖ "Come on baby, tell Mommy the truth. Did you think about Mommy while masturbating?" You asked with a smirk. "Yes." Vic responded meekly.

⌖ "Did you call out for Mommy when you came?" You hummed. "Yes." He moaned just thinking about it, his cheeks and ears a bright shade of pink.

⌖ He's had the Mommy kink for awhile, but the lactation kink kinda just developed over time.

⌖ Vic moans so fucking much while suckling on your breasts, he can't help it.

⌖ Enjoys laying on his back with you hovering over him, practically smothering him with your tits, while he suckles at you.

⌖it's pure fucking heaven for Vic.

⌖ Vic could totally cum from that alone, no need to touch him, no need for stimulation.

⌖ Just "feeding" on you for long enough, is enough to push him over the edge.

⌖ Always super embarrassed when he suddenly cums without warning, but falls deeper in love with you when you praise him for being such a good boy.

⌖ Loves praise, but also loves being scolded.

⌖ It's so so so fucking hot when you scold him.

⌖ Total brat, but Vic is the best fucking brat you could ask for out of the gang.

⌖ Why?

⌖ Because he takes his punishment like a good boy!

⌖ He might have been bad to get himself draped across your lap, his bare ass in plain view, and his head buried in the blankets.

⌖ But he takes his spanking so well, and he always counts each one aloud without needing to be reminded, and loud enough for you to hear him plain and clear.

⌖ While Vic adore the rings you wear, he will literally beg you to take them off before spanking him.

⌖ They sting just a little to much for him.

⌖ However if you insist on keeping them on, don't spank him quite as hard, or as many times, give him plenty of recovery time, and don't hit the same spot to many times in a row.

⌖ He will fucking cry if it gets to be to much, but he'll only use the safe word if the pain completely outweighs the pleasure.

⌖ He will try to be strong for you, and he'll try his damnedest to take his punishment like a good boy.

⌖ But we all have our limits.

⌖ While Vic is a good brat, in a since that he takes his punishment without a fuss, he really likes testing your patience.

⌖ He loves acting out so he can soak up all the praise when he's being good afterwards.

⌖ While he doesn't necessarily want the guys to know he's totally submissive for you.

⌖ He will totally act out subtly while you're all hanging out, and when you give him that look, he'll make a show of dragging you off somewhere private.

⌖ It's only for show, once you're away from sight, you bet your ass he's back in line.

⌖ Either bending over something to be spanked, leaning against something to be spanked, or he's on his knees ready to eat you out.

⌖ His hands locked behind his back when he's on his knees, because he knows he's not allowed to touch.

⌖ He knows he's only aloud to use his tongue in this situation, he might even be allowed to moan at some point.

⌖ But his job is to get you off with his tongue alone, if he fails he gets spanked, and denied release.

⌖ Although he rarely ever fails, boy really knows how to use that tongue of his.

⌖ Vic fucking loves loves loves it when you pull his hair as he's eating you out!

⌖ Totally not afraid to act out somewhere public, and going into the bathrooms for his punishment.

⌖ He gets a thrill from having to be quite now as you're punishing him.

⌖ God forbid someone actually catches you guys.

⌖ Vic would literally switch in an instant and beat their ass into submission, threatening to fucking kill them if they ever breath a word about this.

⌖ If you join in on this, Vic probably got hard because of you defending his reputation without question.

⌖ Y'all are a serious power couple.

⌖ Vic will totally whisper in your ear in the back of the trans am, and call you Mommy, even begging you to touch him, albeit subtlety.

⌖ He almost slips up in front of the guys, and calls you Mommy all the fucking time.

⌖ One of these days he's gonna say it before he can catch himself, and the guys are gonna taunt him so fucking much.

⌖ If you defend him when this happens, Vic swoons so fucking hard... And he's also hard...

⌖ But can you blame him? It's so hot when you take charge, or get mad. He can't help himself, he's so in love with you.

⌖ And so horny for you like all the damn time.

⌖ Wants to have kids with you, because he loves imagining what you'll look like swollen with his seed, and he loves the idea of your tits getting even bigger.

⌖ He's not rushing it though, he knows you guys should get your lives in order first.

⌖ You're it for him, you're the woman he's gonna marry, and you're the woman he's gonna spend the rest of his life with.

⌖ However if you get pregnant sooner than anticipated, Vic is a worried mess.

⌖ Don't get me wrong, Vic's excited as hell, but his worry is totally dominating that excitement.

⌖ He's so so so fucking ready to step up to the plate and be a good father.

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💋 Belch Huggins 💋

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⌖ "It just feels right to me... I can stop if you don't like it." 🥺

⌖ He first called you Mommy while you both were in the kitchen putting some lunch together.

⌖ To Belch it honestly just felt right to call you Mommy, you always take such good care of him.

⌖ He would totally stop calling you Mommy if you weren't comfortable with it.

⌖ Although he won't admit it, but if you tell him to stop he'll totally be sad about it.

⌖ Melts however when you tell him you don't mind.

⌖ Though the moment you insist he calls you Mommy, Belch fell deeper in love with you.

⌖ The Mommy kink was kinda just always in Belch, just kinda resting under the surface, waiting to be brought into light.

⌖ Although in the beginning when he called you Mommy, it's wasn't in a sexual way.

⌖ It became sexual however when he moaned and called you Mommy while eating you out.

⌖ It kinda just slipped.

⌖ But it was really fucking hot, practically flipping a switch in both of you.

⌖ Now it's sexual as fuck, and yet still endearing as fuck.

⌖ Mostly just depends on his tone of voice when he says it.

⌖ Won't necessarily call you Mommy in front of the guys, but he will shamelessly call you Mama.

⌖ The guys picked on him for it for a bit, but eventually they all started calling you Mama.

⌖ Which was a little weird at first.

⌖ But they don't mean anything by it like Belch does, for them it's just because you're totally the mom of the group.

⌖ You keep them in line when need be, and moat importantly you make sure they are taking care of themselves.

⌖ "Yes Mama I drank plenty of water today." One would say. "Yes Mama I ate lunch today." Another would muse as you fussed over them.

⌖ It's a wonder that Patrick doesn't make sexual jokes about the name, he's like legit innocent when using the term.

⌖ Belch loves this btw, makes him wanna have kids with you that much more!

⌖ Now onto the kinky stuff again!

⌖ The lactation kink developed from his desire to have kids with you.

⌖ Just imagining your breasts swelling with milk for his babies to feed made him practically fawn over you.

⌖ But imagining helping you out when your breasts are so full and heavy that they ache, drinking greedily what the babies wouldn't.

⌖ Rock fucking hard.

⌖ He imagined you would taste as sweet as honey.

⌖ Enjoys "feeding" on you when you're laying back against a huge pile of pillows, nice and comfy like, with him laying on you gently.

⌖ Being mindful of the size difference I mean.

⌖ And just loving on you while you play with his hair, or with you running your nails softly up and down his back.

⌖ *Swoon!*

⌖ Belch is the sweetest boy, never a brat, ever so eager to please you.

⌖ Adores praising and being praised.

⌖ Will do pretty much anything you ask him, he just wants to please you, wants to be your good boy.

⌖ If for whatever reason you decide he's been bad, and he needs to be punished.

⌖ Belch will look at you with wide, sad eyes. Looking like a kicked puppy, shame and sadness swirling in his beautiful orbs.

⌖ He'd take his punishment like a good boy, but he might accidentally start crying.

⌖ It's mostly because he keeps thinking about what he did wrong, not necessarily because of the punishment itself.

⌖ And so he might cry because he feels like he disappointed you, and he doesn't handle that thought very well.

⌖ Totally assures you that he's okay, and to continue his punishment.

⌖ When you tell Belch you're pregnant, He's over the fucking moon!

⌖ Belch is so fucking proud that he's gotten you pregnant, that he's literally bragging about it to everyone.

⌖ Including the losers club, or anyone else the guys are harassing for that matter.

⌖ Belches mom is the most supportive parent out of all of the gangs families.

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Can you tell who's my favorite? 😅