request : “Hey can you do an imagine of where y/n finds a secret admirer note in her locker and after a couple weeks has a plan and wants to see who’s putting them on her locker, and sees Patrick putting them there. Then one day after the bell she goes to her locker and sees Patrick putting another note in and then he panics and runs out on y/n and she runs after him and they admit they love each other.”
“Could you do a patrick one where the reader hears him screaming in the sewers and saves his punk ass from pennywise but pat runs away from her cause he’s embarrassed but sneaks into her room that night ? ”
OK THIS IMAGINE HAS TAKEN ME A OVER A WEEK TO WRITE…YALL better love the fuck out of it. There is also a few time skips but you’ll get what’s going on! This is my longest imagine so far.
word count: 2000+
Annoyed and exhausted, I unlocked my locker, shoving my books into the small, slender space. The day had finally come to a close, after what felt like days. I didn’t have any homework so after throwing the books from today in there I was satisfied. I went to pull out my army green jacket and as I did a blue sticky note slid down my locker and daintily landed on the floor in front of me. Quirking an eyebrow, I kneeled down and lifted it off the ground, it read in messy lowercase letters:
you look really pretty when you wear blue, it’s my favorite color on you.
I was at a loss who could’ve wrote me the short note. Glancing down the hall for any possible admirers, I was only met with the eyes of the creepy, old janitor from Michigan. He looked at me and sent a daunting wave in which I widened my eyes and looked away from his perverted self. It was a boy’s handwriting, messy and rushed.
Days went by, weeks even and those notes always ended up in my locker. They complimented me or told me to cheer up when I was feeling sad but they never had a name signed with them. I could only imagine who it could be, maybe Ben? He was always really shy around me but I knew he could write well. Or how about Eddie? He always got really nervous when he was talking to me. I was determined to find out who was leaving me the secret notes. I needed a plan. Pondering on what could be a clever idea, a flawless plan came into my mind.
Get there before the note does. I glanced at my watch, 7:43 a.m. , no one was at school yet, except a few teachers and some students who came for extra help. The note had always been in my locker by 2:30, never earlier. Today, I was going to find out who was leaving me the secret notes.
I waited behind the corner, having a clear view of my locker. It was 2:28 and I knew whoever my secret admirer was, would be in view soon. As I started to fidget, nervously playing with the strings on my skirt, I heard shuffling in the hallway. I peaked out from behind the corner I was standing in, to see Patrick Hockstetter. He was playing with his lighter. It wasn’t a shocker he wasn’t in class, he skipped like it was his job. I rolled my eyes, considering he was too much of a toolbag to even attempt to learn. Thinking he was going to walk down the hallway, my eyebrows knitted in confusion as he stopped in front of my locker. He looked both ways down the hallway, seeing if anyone was around. I gasped and ducked, hoping he didn’t see me.
Waiting a few seconds, I peered again, still hidden. There he was, folding up a blue sticky note and shoving it through the vent of my locker. Shocked was an understatement… I was at a loss for words. I decided to call him out on his rather romantic actions.
“Patrick?” I questioned, coming into the view of the lanky boy. His eyes widened and he tried to look like he was just leaning against my locker, not putting something in it.
“Uh hi? What are you doing talking to me? Fuck out of here loser, before I kick the shit out of you.” He threatened, trying to sound intimidating but I could see his hands twitching and his leg shaking. He was nervous, nervous I saw him.
“You’re the one who’s been putting notes in my locker!” I exclaimed, calling him out. His pale face quickly turned bright red and he blinked a few times. Patrick quickly caught his composure and coughed a shaky laugh.
“I-I don’t know what you’re talkin’ b-bout. N-Notes?” Patrick tried to sound confident but he failed. He sounded like Bill Denbrough. I glanced at him wiping his palms on his jeans, this kid was shitting himself, and I was loving every second of it.
“Oh please Patrick give it up. I just saw you.” I called him out on his bluff. He quickly looked around, making sure no one heard our conversation. He was so embarrassed, something I thought he wasn’t capable of being.
“Y/n, you’re a psycho and you’re seeing things. I’m outta here you weirdo.” He spat looking me up and down and making a grossed out face. I frowned and looked and my outfit, what was wrong with it? I wore a black denim skirt and a baby blue tank top.
“Why’d you just give me a dirty look? What’d I ever do to you!?” I screamed as he shook his head in disapproval running out of the school. Running away from the conversation we were in the middle of. I knew his ways, he was an asshole and a manipulative bully. But the notes he wrote me made me second guess my opinion of him. Multiple students rolled into the halls, shuffling to class before the first bell rang. I sighed, knowing I had to go to English class, a class I had with all his friends. Before walking to my first period, I glanced out the glass doors and saw Patrick glumly walking into the woods, far away from school.
Finally the school day had drawn to a close. I finished chatting with my friend Mike before quickly saying bye, knowing I had to go home and get started on my unreal amount of homework.
The fastest way home was cutting through the Barrens, it wasn’t usually sketchy but what started as a sunny, warm day turned into a cold, cloudy one. I shivered slightly due to my lack of a jacket and felt the goosebumps graze my arms. As I neared the barrens, I navigated my way through the woods, passing the tunnel but not without hearing a blood curdling scream. I stopped dead in my tracks.
Any normal person would’ve ran, got the fuck out of there as quickly as possible. But me, being a sucker for anything with a little danger, decided to follow the pinpoint of the noise. The terrifying sounds were coming from inside the…sewers? Weird. As I neared the entrance, I hesitated, but decided to suck up the rancid smell of the grey water and began trudging to the source of the petrifying noise. I grabbed a stray metal pipe that was laying around, just in case I had to defend myself against what was lurking around the sewers.
The sound was getting louder and louder. I turned down a pathway and saw IT. There was Patrick Hockstetter, gasping for air with a large gloved hand wrapped around his neck. It was dim in the sewers but I could see a monstrous clown with a daunting smirk on his face. He was tall and had an egg shaped head? This thing was fucking hideous. Patrick’s eyes widened when he saw me. He sent me a pleading look.
The clown hadn’t seen me yet but I knew I had to do something quick, before we were both killed. I was super scared but I decided knocking it out would be the best option. I quietly snuck behind it, and like I was swinging a baseball bat, swung at It’s head. The clown winced in pain before falling face first into the grey water.
“Quick, we need to get out of here.” I instructed to Patrick as we both ran out of the sewers. When we were finally safe, far from the sewers, we stopped for a minute to catch our breathe. I glanced at Patrick who looked unfazed by the whole situation, meanwhile I was still trying to comprehend what was happening.
“What were you doing near the sewers?” He spoke, breaking the silence between us.
“Why were you in the sewers? I was walking home and heard a screaming and I ended up saving your ass.” I spat with an attitude, I still hadn’t received a ‘thank you’ from him.
“I would’ve gotten out of there fine. I didn’t need your help Y/n. Since when have you thought it was okay for you to talk to me? We aren’t friends, get that through your fuckin’ head.” He remarked, gritting his teeth as he spoke and I frowned. He wasn’t ugly but his personality made him ugly. I never had put any thought into having feelings for him just because he wasn’t the type to have feelings, for anything.
He expected an answer from me but I didn’t supply him with one. I stood there with a blank expression and decided it was best not to snap at him, knowing what he was capable of. He let out a chuckle and just turned around the other way and began walking, away from me and away from our conversation.
Slamming my textbook shut, I released a sigh of relief, knowing I finally had finished my homework. Today’s incidents clearly had an effect on me since I was extremely exhausted. I jumped into my bed and wrapped myself in blankets. I closed my eyes, turning off the lights in my room until I heard a knocking on my window. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, slightly scared of what or who was out there. I grabbed my skateboard out of the corner of my room, ready to hit whatever was trying to come in. I opened the curtain to see Patrick crouching down on my roof with a smirk. Rolling my eyes, I unlocked the window and watched him climb in effortlessly.
“What Hockstetter? What do you want at this hour?” I interrogated, crossing my arms over my chest.
“I wanted to say thank you.” He mumbled. Thank you? I didn’t even know the words could come out of his mouth.
“Well you’re welcome. I wasn’t gonna let you die in there.” I replied, shocked that he was being nice, for once. He looked nervous but still tried to keep his composure.
“I gotta tell you somethin’.” Patrick muttered, looking like he was about to tell me he killed my cat or vandalized my mailbox. I nodded, implying for him to continue.
“Um, I-I am the one who’s been leaving the notes in your locker.” He mumbled, clearly embarrassed of his actions. I smiled.
“I knew it was you! Why are you embarrassed? They’re so sweet.” I exclaimed in a whisper, knowing my parents were downstairs.
“Because I don’t do well with rejection and why would you appreciate them if you knew they were from me?” He questioned, interested in the conversation.
“I think they’re so cute and I wanted to say thank you for them. They really make my day everyday.” I complimented with a soft smile and he just rolled his eyes, clearly he doesn’t deal with stuff like this often.
“So…” He began not knowing how to change the topic but I shushed him.
“We’re not done with this conversation. Why’d you write those for me?” I asked, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him to sit next to me on my bed.
“Cause you’re hot.” He frankly said. His words told me otherwise, saying how my smile could light up a room but I decided not to call him out on his sappy shit.
“Thank you. I think you’re kinda cute too.” I mumbled, feeling my cheeks heat up. Calling Patrick Hockstetter cute was the last thing I expected to be saying.
“So um do you wanna be my girlfriend?” He asked and my eyes widened. This was the last fucking kid that would have a girlfriend, Henry would have one before he did.
“I’ll think about it.” I winked before pushing him towards my window. He got up off my bed and sent me an eye roll before climbing out my window.
I would probably date him, even if he was a little bit of an asshole. As I shut the window I saw he had left me a note behind stuck to the top.
That night, I slept thinking about how Patrick and how someone who was so rough on the outside was super soft on the inside.
My requests are open, I’m gonna try to do ones with plots that aren’t basic, I want to write ones with an unexpected or unique plot, just to make mine more interesting because sometimes I feel like they are slacking. xoxo
Request: hi! can you write a patrick x reader imagine, she’s on the school’s volleyball (or any sport you want) team and patrick watches her on her practices without her noticing, and after she’s done and goes to the girls locker room and (after her teammates have left) patrick goes in and S M U T. Please and thank you!
NOTE: I feel like Patrick’s characterization really sucks in this because i kind of rushed through writing again but ya know whatever ENJOY!
The girl had no idea. Patrick chuckled a little at the thought. It was almost ridiculous how completely oblivious she was to the fact that a certain fly-killing, fire-obsessed boy had been watching her for weeks now. Not even when he sat behind the bleachers in the school gym to watch her at her volleyball practice, like he did now, did she even cast him a look or notice him. Patrick was beginning to think he was invisible to her or some shit like that.
She certainly wasn’t invisible to him, though. Well, she kind of had been invisible, until that one day precisely three and a half weeks ago. The school day had ended and the hallways were empty, with the exception for some nerds that stayed for some geek club or jocks taking a break from football practice to go drink from the water fountains. The only reason Patrick was even there was that him and Henry knew that Ben Hanscom was in the cafeteria for a book club meeting, and that little piggy had managed to avoid them for way too long.
As they had walked the abandoned hallways while waiting for that nerdy meeting to be over, they suddenly had heard loud giggles and the smattering of gym shoes on the dirty linoleum floor approaching. It was the whole girls’ varsity volleyball team, walking from practice. Patrick had never really paid attention to sporty girls; Though he didn’t exactly have a preference, he was more keen to prey on the outcasts, the girls who didn’t have a clique around them to keep (defend, actually) the girl he was interested in from him.
However, when the whole group of slightly sweaty, laughing girls, still in their numbered jerseys and headbands on, had walked past the two boys, that changed. He didn’t really see any of them except her though. She had soft H/C hair, wild from being let out of her ponytail, large E/C eyes that glistened as she giggled at something funny her friend said. Patrick was captivated. He couldn’t believe he hadn’t noticed her before; He prided himself of keeping a perfect mental record of every hot girl in Derry High School, complete with notes on how they might look while sucking him off. This girl wasn’t just hot, she was fuckin’ perfect. He knew he had to have her.
He had spent the following weeks looking up everything about her; Her name, what classes she had at what times, where she lived and when she had volleyball practice. Some people would call it stalking, Patrick prefer to call it research.
He also happened to know that she, sometimes, liked to stay longer in the locker room after her practice was done to shower there, instead of at home. He always stood outside the door to the locker room when she came out, her hair wet. She never noticed him though; She always managed to look the other way. Not that Patrick was complaining though; He wanted to keep her blissfully ignorant of his interest in him, so that when he finally decided to act upon his desire, she would be like a tiny insect in his spider net.
And today was finally that day. Patrick, per usual, sat half hidden behind some bleachers, enjoying his view of his girl’s ass in those tight shorts as she served the ball perfectly.
“Alright girls, thanks for today! Don’t forget team bonding next friday!” The loud-mouthed coach shouted as the team walked off the court and disappeared into the locker rooms.
Ten minutes should be enough. Y/N is the only one that showers at school.
Patrick planned the scenario out in his head as he looked at his watch. When the ten minutes, that felt like a hundred years for the horny teenage boy, were up, he quickly stood up and walked hastily over the court over to the locker room he had seen Y/N disappear into, not wanting the coach to see him.
As he stepped in to the room, he heard the girl humming to herself. Alone. Patrick let a smirk grow on his face as he slowly took another step toward the shower where he knew she was.
Y/N had just stepped out from underneath the hot water and wrapped the towel from the shelf above her around her clean body when she thought she heard something. Was someone still there? She was sure everyone had left. And she didn’t think she had seen anyone leave their bag behind, so why would one of her teammates be back to get something they forgot?
She didn’t have more time to think as a lean arm wrapped around her towel-clothed waist and a warm had covered her mouth. The girl let out a muffled scream, desperately trying to wiggle her way out of the person’s grip on her.
“Hey girlie”, her attacker whispered, a mocking undertone to his sickly sweet voice.
Y/N simply whimpered, too scared to fight as she recognized the voice… She couldn’t quite place it though.
“I’ve been watching you for a long time, sweetheart… You haven’t even noticed, have you?” The mocking voice was back, talking uncomfortably close to her ear as the unknown boy let his hand stroke up and down her waist.
Holy shit. It’s Patrick fuckin’ Hockstetter.
As Y/N finally realized who the voice belonged to, she took a sharp breath of air through her nose. She had heard her friends talk about how he apparently had a crush on you. She had thoroughly doubted their claims; After all, she had never talked to him and he had never seemed to notice her. The only reason she knew what his voice sounded like was that she had heard him and Henry Bowers and their stupid constantly terrorizing younger kids. To be honest, she had always thought Patrick was attractive, or at least, he could have been attractive if he wasn’t so god damned creepy.
And now she was stuck with him in the girls’ locker room in nearly completely empty school with the exception of her coach, and she wasn’t of any help either, since she always took the back door out of the gymnasium to the teacher’s parking lot.
Her heart beat faster as she felt his hand travel down from its place at her waist to play with the hem of the flimsy towel she was wearing.
“It’s like you’re made for me, baby… Dressed in nothing but a towel, alone in the changing room… It’s almost too perfect, don’t ya’ think?” Patrick breathed in her ear, letting his lips around her earlobe and biting.
Y/N yelped in surprise as he suddenly turned her around and made her face him. He had the some look on his face that he had when he would take Eddie Kaspbrak’s inhaler or mock Stan Uris for his kippah; Slightly amused, but also predatory in a way, like he was some kind of animal playing with its food.
Her breath hitched as she felt Patrick’s hand abruptly grab her towel and pull it away from her, completely exposing her to him. His big smile grew even wider as his eyes roamed the smaller girl’s naked body, still damp from the shower.
“You’re fuckin’ perfect, aren’t you, Y/N?”
“How… how do you know my name?” Y/N uttered her first words to Patrick, swallowing thickly as she finally allowed herself to look him in the eyes.
“Oh, girlie, I know everything about you… Can’t hide from big bad Patrick Hockstetter, baby!” He let out an almost maniacal laugh at his own words.
Y/N couldn’t deny, as incredibly terrified as she was, that the whole situation had an effect on her shivering body. She was alone, with a boy she found equally attractive and creepy as fuck. It didn’t exactly help that she was naked.
She could see the dark lust in Patrick’s eyes as his hands went to her waist and he pushed her back against the tiled wall behind her. She didn’t even have time to protest as his lips roughly smashed against hers, pushing his tongue into her mouth and exploring it. Somewhere, deep inside her, she simply gave up the idea of fighting him off, all while he continued abusing her lips with his own. She knew this could only go one way, and, well, why not have some fun with it?
She surprised both herself and Patrick when she bit hard into his lip, managing to draw blood. He quickly pulled away from her, shocked at the girl’s sudden boldness. She looked back up at him through long eyelashes, smirking at the surprise on his face. She was feeling braver by the minute as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her lips against his again.
As Patrick moved himself closer to the naked girl, she felt his clothed bulge press hard against her lower stomach. She felt a throbbing down there at the fact that he was so turned on, all by her doing.
Patrick’s hands were touching her seemingly everwhere. He didn’t waste any time in exploring her body as he let his hands cup her breasts, slowly squeezing them and making her moan slightly at the feeling.
“Patrick…” She sighed, wanting those big hands of his further down.
“You don’t make the rules here, sweetheart. I do”, the boy said as he grinned at her being like putty in his hands.
Despite his words, he did as she wished and let one hand travel down to her pussy. As he slid one long finger along her slit, she whined and bucked her hips into his palm.
“Eager, are we? Yeah, I know you are… You’re fucking soaked, baby”, Patrick chuckled as he continued with his light touch, not giving her the stimulation that she wanted quite yet.
“Patrick, for fuck’s sake!” Y/N let out an annoyed sigh as he teased her, just wanting to get off.
“I’ll let that one slide for now, Y/N… But you’ll make up for it later.”
Y/N gasped as Patrick suddenly slid two fingers inside of her, immediately starting to roughly pump in and out.
“Jesus fuck!” She exclaimed, slightly scolding herself in her mind for suddenly swearing so much.
Patrick just smirked as he fucked the small girl in front of him with his fingers, enjoying her expression as she closed her eyes and moaned loudly. He could feel her walls clench around him, indicating she was close to her peak.
“Patrick, oh my god…” She whined as she felt his thumb reach up to rub her clit. She could feel her climax approaching quickly.
Patrick was pumping his fingers in and out of her at a steady face, his other hand holding a steady grip on her jaw as he looked her in the eyes.
“Cum for me, sweetheart…”
Y/N finally let go, body convulsing and hips grinding against the palm of Patrick’s hand as she rode out her orgasm. She panted heavily, trying to compose herself as Patrick pulled his hand up and pushed his fingers against her lips.
“Taste yourself”, he commanded, that stupid smirk back on his face. She took the two digits into her mouth and slowly sucked on them, feeling the tangy taste of her own wetness on her tongue.
The tall boy grinned as he started to unbutton his own jeans, his boner even more visible than it was before.
“Time for you to show me what else that pretty little mouth can suck on.”
Request: can you write where Patrick talks to reader on how he’ll kill her if she ever cheats or breaks up with him
Warnings: Dubious consent, death threats, choking/suffocation, degradation, abuse, and Patrick being himself!
Note: Personally, this is the darkest piece I’ve written ever. It deals with very scary situations, which made me even uncomfortable as I wrote it, and I’m quite hesitant on posting this. However, I felt how Patrick handles the situation in this imagine is in character. Please consider the warnings before reading!
How Patrick acted bothered [Name] so much. At first, she was able to ignore the many flaws that Patrick Hockstetter had over physical attraction. And trust me, Patrick had too many flaws. But not even the wild sex could fix how the girl began to feel towards her boyfriend. The more she stayed, the more she learned what she didn’t like about her boyfriend who frightened her.
She detested the fact that Patrick took sadistic pleasure in bullying younger kids, especially the Losers Club. When she saw him give a shift and hard punch to Richie Tozier, [Name] felt nothing but terror and disgust. [Name] can agree with anyone that Richie Tozier doesn’t have a filter for his mouth but he was still a good kid! Him and his friends did not deserve the treatment they received.
Not to mention, the stupid pencil filled with dead flies with repulsive. If Patrick had been hot, [Name] would had screeched in disgust and look the other way.
Prompt: Not requested. You and pre hiatus Patrick are best friends and you decide to use each other to lose your virginities not knowing you’re in love with each other
Word Count: 3,311
Pairing: Patrick x Reader
A/N: omfg the ending is so weird but idk how to write endings lol
Everyone on TV loses their virginity at 16
and all your friends have done just about the same, thus making you feel like a
total loser for being almost 18-a senior in high school-and still a virgin.
Your best friend, Patrick, still is as well so you don’t feel completely lame
because he’s gorgeous and kind and smart and yet he’s never even kissed anyone.
So there isn’t anything wrong with you, it’s just hard to fuck someone when
you’re in love without someone else. Patrick, you’re in love with Patrick, you just
haven’t told him or anyone else.
Of course somehow you get it into your head
that losing your virginity will help you move on from Patrick so you end up
making out with some asshole at a party. He tastes like cheep beer and
menthols, his hands feel unwelcome on your skin but you let him touch, waiting
for him to take you upstairs. He doesn’t get the chance, someone pulls you away
and you’re stumbling through the crowd of drunken idiots and out into the hot
nearly summer air. It’s dark but the heat isn’t letting up, not even a breeze
and you glare over at…Patrick?
“What did you do that for?” You ask, not
sounding nearly as annoyed as you wanted to. You can’t remember what the guy
you were with looked like, much less his name. You hope he doesn’t ask.
“You looked uncomfortable and I know that
isn’t like you,” He explains. He looks nervous, he always does at parties, he
doesn’t fit in and everyone knows it.
“You don’t get to pick who I kiss,
Patrick.” You wish he did, maybe then he’d pick himself.
That got so bad, sorry guys! If possible, read with the song Better by Meghan Trainor!
Waking up to the worst news in the world was no news to me. At the age of six, Dad crashed his car in the middle of the night. He was drunk and fought with my mother, the motive was silly, a bill of light that she had forgotten to pay. He was so upset and aggressive with her that he did not see it when he broke into the opposite lane, slamming into a high-speed truck. Mom died instantly and by a miracle - at the time I believed it to be a miracle - Dad broke only a few bones and was in a coma for a few days. He did not weep at her funeral, much less looked at or hugged me. Since then, until today on my fifteenth birthday, he arrives drunk and aggressive at home and hurts me. I hate him. I hate my mother for leaving. I hate myself. First they started with a few shrieks and humiliations in front of people or alone, then he left for the assault, some slaps in the face and jerks, but today … today things are worse and I’m afraid of what he can do, of that he can do to end my horrible existence in the world. I know that fifty percent of that anger for me is because I inherited the physical characteristics of my deceased mother and the other fifty percent, God knows. Worse than him, it’s mine … whatever I have with Patrick Hockstetter. It was seven o'clock in the morning when my phone rang and luckily the guy I’d called ‘Daddy’ had already left for some corner of Derry. “Hello?” “You’re a bitch, you know that?” Patrick’s voice sounded on the other end of the line and I sighed deeply. Not now, please. “What did they tell you this time, Hockstetter?” “That you, you slut, were throwing yourself at the carpenter’s son at school. "Patty … I swear I did not do any of this, you even know that I’m a virgin and that …” “Are you really sure what you’re talking about? Everyone knows that after the Marsh girl, you’re the bitch of this hell.” “We’ll talk later, I’ll hang up.” I did not wait for an answer and hit the phone. I could already feel the hot liquid coming down my cheek. I sat down in the armchair that used to be my mom’s, where she sat with me every afternoon and read several stories. I got up and looked at myself in the broken mirror in the hallway, running my hand through my new jeans, my white T-shirt with small yellow flowers, and my new pair of All Star sneakers. All for my fifteenth birthday, gifts from my aunt passing through Derry for a quick visit. 'And I deserve better, better than you I deserve better, better than you I deserve it (I deserve it, I deserve it) Tell 'em what they already know I deserve it (I deserve it, I deserve it) Tell 'em what they already know I deserve better ’ I grabbed my purse and my notebooks, locked the door, and walked three blocks to public school. I looked at the anthill of people and sighed. From far away I could see the Bowers gang taking action to destroy the life of any student of any given year. I shook my head at that childish attitude of the three boys. Three, because Patrick was not there, I was surprised, but I walked into the school and into my cabinet. I packed and got everything I needed for today’s classes, and went to the ladies’ room down the hall, locking me in one of the booths. Looking at the walls of the cabin, I was able to see my name and other girls’ names repeatedly. 'Y / N Y / L / N sucks Professor Hasting’, 'Y / N is a motherfucker.’, 'Y / L / N is a bad food whore.’, Among other disgusting things. Little do they know that I take care of the house, I have an abusive father, that my mother was an angel on Earth, that I am a virgin and that I work to be able to sustain and maintain my needs, ah, and I still have to put up with Hockstetter. Since I stepped into this place on the first day, the news was that Y / N Y / L / N was Patrick Hockstetter’s girl, and no other boy could touch her besides him. When I first heard it, I laughed a lot, but then when Patrick himself cornered me in a tree and laid a knife on my neck, I knew I was lost. A few years have passed and since then I’ve been a spiritual and mental counselor to the boy, and I’ve had a few hot kiss sessions in every corner of Derry. And then when I was at home, I would cry to the last straw. I did not want to, but I began to have feelings for the second monster in my life. I was in an automatic replay: wake up, feed myself, listen to humiliations in the house, humiliations at school, humiliations and provocations of Patrick, study, work, pick up at home, cry, sleep, wake up … The first signal from the first class rang and I left the cabin, watching Bev Marsh come out of one too. I smiled at her and waved shyly, she did the same and we left together without exchanging a word. She went to her class and I went to my math.
During the break, I sat outside the cafeteria. And I held my breath as soon as I saw Patrick following in his footsteps to me. “Happy Birthday.” said sitting down next to me, with a quiet suspicion. “I’m sorry about this morning, I was high.” I felt his eyes burn in my clothes and my face. I blushed. “Thank you, and that’s okay, I am used to it.” I said without looking at him. “I … it’s … okay. Um, I found this in a convenience store and I thought it suited you.” he said, holding out a small red box. I looked at him in surprise. He looked like a serene face that did not quite match the Hockstetter personality. With a little fear, I took the box from his hand, averting our gaze and opened it. My heart immediately melted and my eyes streaked with tears, but I did not let him see my tears, covering my face with my hair. A silver chain with a half-heart pendant was there, making me intrigued. “Where’s the other part?” “Hmm?” he seemed distant. “Ah, there it is with me, here.” he said pointing into his shirt, then pulling on the men’s chain and pendant. ‘I think you deserve the world and everything in it And I try to get you to show you I mean it when I Tell ya I’m sorry, tomorrow I promise that I I try to be better, I’ll do whatever for my’ “This is a…” “Yes, it’s a request for dating.” “Patrick … you … you kill me inside, you make me cry, you humiliate me, you use me … I … I just wanted someone who would make me forget the problems I have a lot at home with my father, and you know them all, but you seem to enjoy seeing me suffer and see me hurt … ” “This morning, after talking to you like that on the phone and not believing in you, I felt like an idiot. I guess I do not know, that fucking must have been ruined, but it made me see that I love to see you with that beautiful smile on your face when you’re serving your customers, but it breaks me to know that behind this brilliant wonder, you too are broken, and I hate myself when I make you cry I hate myself when I see your eyes full of fear, but I love kissing you and holding you tight.” "Patrick, I …” I gasped. “I’ll give you a chance to show me you can get better.” I put the chain around my neck, closing the shaft and adjusting on my neck and hair. I took courage to look into Patrick’s eyes and he was so peaceful that it made me smile really. And he smiled too. “I promise Y / N Y / L / N that I will protect you and love you and make you see how much you are changing me for good and that makes me feel all the emotions in the world. Y / NICKNAME I adore you, girl. I promise we’ll face your father together and I’ll make you a woman with love. ” “I adore you, boy.” Then, he gave me a kiss in the cheek and in this time i knew it that he will get better for me.
I need some kinky patrick like you know this fucker would be into some shit. 😭 would you be comfortable with that? Like him choking out y/n while he pounds into her, some knife/ bloodplay, going down on his girl when she's got her period etc ( consensual though bc consent is sexy)
Blood stained teeth.
(Sex and mentions of blood)
It was in Patrick’s bedroom, with (y/n) sitting in his lap,wearing underwear and his shirt as she read some book Patrick didn’t know the name of that he noticed the way she would wince every so often and screw her eyes shut. “are you in pain or somethin’?” Patrick asked curiously, looking at (y/n) as she winced again. “Just period pains” she said groaning. This peaked Patrick’s intrest, an idea forming in his head. “ did you know that sex is the best way to help with pain?” He stated grinning “and isn’t it lucky that you have me to help relieve that pain”. (Y/n) shook her head. “I’m too sensitive for sex right now, thanks for that selfless offer though”.
Patrick rolled his eyes, feeling rejected until another idea popped into his head. “Baby, lay down and let me make you feel good, promise you’ll feel better” Patrick said moving (y/n) out of his lap. (Y/n) looked at him skeptically but lay down nonetheless, raising an eyebrow when Patrick ran his hands up her thighs. “Trust me baby, just relax” he said grinning before leaning down to kiss along (y/n)’s inner thigh,working his way yp to wear the the band of her underwear met the skin, Patrick slowly began to pull (y/n)’s underwear down, grinning when he heard (y/n) gasp softly.
Patrick had always loved the sight of blood, there was something beautiful about it and now with (y/n) layed out infront of him wearing nothing but his shirt he could see the way the blood had smudged onto the skin above her arousal, he wanted to taste her, to make her moan and tremble. Positioning between her thighs he grinned up at her before beginning to kiss the skin around the labia before pressing his tongue flat against her folds.
(Y/n) gasps as she felt Patrick’s tongue against her, she gripped the sheets as Patrick’s tongue filled her with pleasure, the warm, wet feeling had her closing her eyes to focus on the way Patrick’s tongue checked her clit. “Fuck” she moaned out before slipping her hand into Patrick’s hair, guiding him to help chase the pleasure that was beginning to build more as she felt herself getting close. She helped when Patrick slid a finger in,the cold metal of his ring making her tense. Soon enough she was rocking back into his finger as he lapped at her clit, the orgasm that hit nearly blinded her as Patrick continued to lick and curl his finger until it was almost too much. Patrick finally moved away once (y/n) had tugged his hair, signalling that what once was pleasure was becoming pain. He grinned at her with blood stained teeth and a mess of drying blood covering his chin. “See? I told you I could make you feel good” (y/n) rolled her eyes but smiled tiredly. “ always know how to man me feel good” Patrick smiles and lay down beside her, pulling her close and covering them both in a blanket. As (y/n) drifted into a post orgasm sleep Patrick buried his face in her neck, feeling comforted by her soft lavender scent.
( I think I’m going to make a series out of these, I might write up a list with kinks people can request and whatever pairing they want )
I woke up to more Twitter inspiration for the still-untitled hedgehog-officer AU. I’m not sure how long it is after the first one, and I may fill in that time period with more chapters, but in the meantime, here: 1700 words of NC17 future-fic to yesterday’s ficlet.
Slow Burn || Chapter Eight: Suddenly You Found Me (Patrick Sullivan x Robin Ballard)
Genres: Romance, Self-Insert, Series
Fandom: The Accidental
Pairing: Patrick Sullivan x Robin Ballard (Original Female
Summary: Patrick and Robin finally talk, but it doesn’t go
like either of them expected.
Warnings: Break-Up, Drinking, Injury
tried to figure out where he went wrong with Sophia. He wanted to talk to
Robin, but he decided not to because he didn’t want Sophia to think there
really was anything between them. Bonnie told Robin that this was her chance to
finally get Patrick for herself, but Robin didn’t think Patrick could forgive
her for ruining his marriage and decided not to talk to him.