Okay, So Let's Combine Two Previous Asks. Chop Top X Male Reader Smut.(This Might Be Too Specific So

Okay, so let's combine two previous asks. Chop Top x Male Reader Smut.(This might be too specific so you don't have to do exactly this, but the reader is a short Chubby Top?) Feel free to ignore!

Genius! I am feeling down today so I think this’ll make me better :) Thanks for the request ✌️

I’m running super low on requests so please flood me with as much as you’d like. I gotta be productive anyways

Y/n smiled as he cooked with Drayton, occasionally singing to the tune of Choptops music in the background. He stirred the top of noddles as he turned the stove off.

“Drayton the noodles are done.”

“Alright, I’ll make the rest, you go and set up the table.”

He did as he was asked, putting plates down for everyone. As he was just about to put the last plate down he heard the thumping of rabid footsteps going down the stairs.

Choptop appeared in a hurry, quickly grabbing Y/n by his wrist and dragging him upstairs, hearing the plate shatter to the floor as it was dropped.

Slamming the door being himself, Chop strutted to Y/n, grabbing him by the waist and kissing him. He fell into the kiss, moving his hands down his back.

Choptop did the same, grabbing his ass. Y/n squealed; he was caught off guard. Then, he moved his hands down Choptops chest. He hooked his fingers onto the him of his lovers pants.

" I don’t know what’s gotten into ya, but I like it." He said with a smirk.

Chop said nothing, being too eager to speak. He pulled his pants off of him, leaving himself to just his boxers.

Y/n pushed Choptop onto the bed and picked out a knife from the bedside drawer. He dug the sharp metal into his hand, allowing the metallic liquid flow out of the wound.

He laid his hand uptown his lovers chest, wiping the oozing blood all over his body. Panting slightly, Choptop finally spoke.

“Come on Y/n d-don’t tease me. Just take me like those prison bitches!”

Y/n smirked as he stared at his lover below him. He bent down slightly, giving his plate a hard, long lick before roughly ripping out the rest of Choptops clothing, and his own.

Stripped down to nothing, he saw his lovers throbbing erection, twitching every so often from no stimulation.

Positioning him, Y/n began to ride Chop, groaning from the please that coursed through his pelvis and to his body.

Choptop groaned loudly, holding Y/n’s waist with one hand and pumping him with the other. Blood covering their bodies, the smacking of their bodies connecting could be heard throughout the house, even if the music was loud.

Reaching a hand out to Choptops plate, Y/n began to rub it roughly, bouncing even harder as he did so, making Chop groan out in the utmost pleasure.

Choptop began to jerk Y/n harder, seeing some precum leak out of his dick. Y/n threw his head back in pleasure in what was almost a screaming moan.

They both began to feel a knot in their stomachs, having their movements be sloppier and faster. The knots soon broke, having Chop drive himself fully into Y/n, cumming in him. Y/n came onto Choptops chest, the warm liquid mixing with his blood.

Riding their highs, Y/n pulled out, a long stream of cum leaking out of himself. He collapsed next to Choptop, planting a sloppy kiss to his lips. Choptop wrapped his arms around Y/n, pulling him close, having his lover burry his face into his bloodied chest.

“I love ya Chop.”

“I love ya too short stack.”

Pennywise x Georgie’s Sister! Reader

Please do enjoy this oneshot.

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Tears. Tears fell onto my bed as waves of emotions filled my head. It was all I could do. Georgie has been gone, possibly dead since the school year. Now it's summer. I don't know where he went, but all I have of him is a photo.

The one I have cradled in my shaking palm. Bill has been a wreck as well, but was handling it differently. Me, I wasn't like him.

I helped raise Georgie since he was born. I was the oldest after all. If anything, I saw myself as a second mother to him.

With the sleeve of my hoodie, I wiped away the flowing tears, getting a good look of the photo. Georgie was on my shoulders, the biggest smile on his face with me holding onto him, copying his smile.

That was the day we went to the carnival. It was a great day. Filled with popcorn, cotton candy, and happiness. That was just a memory now. Now things were different. Sadness filled the air.

Mother and Father had been more distant from Bill and I. I don't blame them, but I just want a hug. Alas, I have no one to hug.

Putting down the photo, I got up from my bed, putting on my shoes and walking out of the house without muttering one word.

That's how I was. I was secretive, never really speaking unless I feel like it.

As the summers heat hit me, I pulled my hoodie up and walked along the sidewalk, feeling eyes on me.

I face up to look around, seeing no one in sight. I just shake my head as I head for the sewers. That's were I went to clear my head, or just relax.

People called me weird, but what will be normal if there wasn't anything weird.

Jumping over the roadside railing, I carefully walked down the little hill, making way to the flat grass. With a push of my glasses from my thumb, I glance around the area.

Just the same as before. A few animals, but mostly trees and leaves. With the sound of crunching grass beneath my shoes, I walk until I come upon the river.

I kneel down, putting my hand into the water. It wasn't cool, but neither hot. Perfect for a swim, but not right now.

Walking along the side of the river, I come upon the large sewer pipe I knew too well. There were great memories, but also bad ones here too. This was my hide away.

I never went farther than the front, but I felt a big adventurous. With that decision, a smile tugged at my lips as I walk further into the sweet pipe, not caring about my shoes or pant legs. I would wash them later.

The pipe soon turned into a large area, or room? Who knows.

It was a bit dark, but thankfully I could fully see. What surprised me was the mountain of toys with a stage on top.

"How did that get there?"

My voice echoed, unknowingly another being hearing the rumble of my voice.

Walking up to the toys, I put up a destroyed Teddy Bear, an eye ripped from its stitching and an arm torn off.

"Poor guy. I wish I could fix you."

With that, I put the Teddy down and climb the pile of toys, slipping a few times. With a foot on the stage, I hoist myself up, seeing the words clearly written on the stage wall.

"Pennywise The Dancing Clown? What the hell?"

I walk along the stage, seeing nothing special except for the velvet curtains.

Once again, I get the feeling off being watched. I look left, nothing. Right, nothing. Then I look up. Floating bodies. Floating bodies everywhere.

"Do you want to float (Y/n)?"

I turn to my right, seeing a large clown staring straight at me. I gulped lightly, looking right back at the large clown.

I get a good look at him. He wore a victorian grey clown attire with red pom poms and matching grey shoes.

Oddly enough, I wasn't frightened by this strange man. I read enough horror stories to become numb over a situation like this.

Giggling, the clown sniffed the air, more like me before carrying a face of confusion and slight anger.

Quickly grabbing my arm, he bent down to be eye level with me. A few dribbles of drool rolling off his lipstick covered bottom lip.

"Why aren't you afraid."

Now it was my turn to be confused. Reading a brow, I glance at the hand holding my arm before looking back at him.

"What?"

Growling, he let go off my arm, going back to his full height. He walked along the stage, mumbling words to himself as I stare at him like a deer in headlights.

Soon enough, with the sound off the bells hanging off him, he walked back up, staring at me again.

"Why aren't you afraid?"

I shrugged my shoulders, not knowing how to really answer such a question.

"Um, cause I'm not?"

Glancing down at my watch, I saw it was definitely time for me to get home. I frowned for some reason, not wanting to leave the clown behind.

"Hey ummm"

"Pennywise kid"

"Pennywsie then, you have your midlife crisis, I have to get home. I'll uh, come back if you'd like."

A smile created upon Pennywises face. People would say it was creepy, but I found it kinda cute.

"I would like that (Y/n)."

He didn't know why he felt the need to not kill her, but he knew he would like her company. It had been millions of years since he had a decent conversation.

With that, I jump off the stage, and ran out of the large room, but not before waving Pennywise goodbye.

Something told me this was going to be a start to a great friendship, or someday something more.

Choptop’s S/o dying

Oh boy. I know this wasn’t requested but I really wanted to write this headcanon cause I’m feeling emotional :) I hope you enjoy this

•With you dead in his arms, he finally snapped. That was all it took, his one true love to die in his arms. The victim who had stabbed you wasn’t giving a good fate, nor a short one.

•He will throw his things everywhere, creating a huge mess and commotion. His Iron Butterfly Cds? Gone, smashed to bits. Even his own walls are torn from their foundation.

•He completely shuts down. He breaks down crying out your name until he passes out or has no voice to scream out his woes. He won’t even talk to Nubbins anymore.

•Bubba and Drayton trying to comfort him the best they can. They really do try but their brother just shuts them out. Either shouting at them or getting physical.

•He rips out parts of his own skin, making himself have serious wounds and blood loss. He even ripped out his plate from his skull one time. He had to be rushed to the hospital quickly to even survive through that.

•He keeps your corpse with him, wishing every night that you come back and say it was all a joke, but you never did. You never will.

• He becomes rabid when killing his victims, blaming every one of them for your death, not caring if anyone hears their dying screams. Nobody is living when he’s around.

• He is quick to anger. He wasn’t a person to get angry very often, but that all changed. He will snap over the littlest thing. Bubba sits in your old seat? He’s getting a few slashes from Chops razor blade.

•He misses you everyday. He will never be the same ever again. You were his everything and now you were gone, and so was he.

Can I request a Chop Top headcanons and/or an imagine (whichever you prefer) with a Male Reader?

Oh this should be interesting! I always love making gay headcanons. Oh yeah, sorry for not making this quick enough heh. Enjoy though✌️

•He is always staring at your muscles and feels them whenever he can Which is almost all the time. Chop finds them really hot

•Chop will always ask you to do something for him when he can’t. It’s usually helping out with the victims or carrying super heavy items. You really are a big help

•He loves getting hugs from you and kisses as well! He goes nuts when you actually kiss his plate. Though that leads to the bedroom.

•You giving him song recommendations. He will listen to every song you list, even if he doesn’t particularly like it, though after he will tell you he doesn’t.

•Grabbing your ass. It doesn’t matter where or when it happens. He will grab you when he feels like it. It leaves you red and sometimes embarrassed. You’d never tell him you like it though.

•He’s new to being with a man, only being with women before, so it was a bit awkwardly first, but he got comfortable after while.

•Drayton silently judging you two. He thinks it’s weird, but he just leaves you two to do what you will. You better not ruin his chili though.

•Bubba is super supportive. He’s just happy his brother is happy. Hey, you’re like a big brother to him too. He loves when you hangout with him.

•Chop loves how hyper you are. He finally has someone to talk his head off with and not get tired. You guys could run around or just do something all day long.

•Him being smaller than you muscle wise, you love to pick him up and run around with him holding onto you. You even do it when going after your meal.

•Him trying to turn you to a hippie like himself. He even puts his clothes on you, even if they are a bit tight on you. You just go along with it though. The style was fun anyways.

•He really just loves you and he shows it all the time. He takes you anywhere he can. Jam out to your guys’ favorite tunes and just being in each other’s presence

Choptop x Soldier! Reader

I just had to write a oneshot for everyone's favorite crusty rat man! I was inspired by a post on here to make this, but I do not know of their user

Choptop does act a bit out of character since he's showing an emotion he really doesn't bring out in the film so I did try my best at keeping his character true to what it is. Enjoy reading!

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Choptop wasn't his usual self. Instead of being hyper and talking everyone's head off or being batshit crazy, he sat down in his room, anxious over if his lover would come home or not.

Drayton and Bubba were as well, but Chop was a wreck. His brothers tried to talk to him about calming down and doing things he used to, but it never seemed to get through him.

They were scared for Y/n, not knowing if she was safe or dead. They hoped the second option wasn't the case.

While Drayton was looking at cooking recipes and Bubba was down in the basement, Chop left himself in his room, listening to a track Y/n and himself always liked.

He really did miss her. She was drafted to war suddenly and the family had got no notice of anything since then. He thought Vietnam was bad, but the feeling that wouldn't leave his chest was worse.

As he used his coat hanger to scratch at his plate, he looked back on when he first met Y/n at a music store.

Meanwhile, away from the Sawyer residence, Y/n was in a military truck, with her duffle bag in hand. She was coming home. No one knew of course, but she planned a surprise for her family.

With a few bumps here and there, the sun was high and the roads were bare. Nothing in view, well except for a welcome sign to her home town.

Telling the driver to stop, she got off the truck, bag in hand and began to walk home.

With a few clanks on her leg brace, she made it back to the abandoned park where her family stayed hidden.

Walking around, she went to one of the secret entrances in the back, being careful not to make a sound, even though the brace wasn't helping much.

Choptop, got up from his bed, picking off a bit of flesh as he walked out of his room from one of the tunnels.

"Boy if you don't hurry up I'll go get my broom!" Drayton yelled, making Chop quickly run to the table, and going to the chair he usually sat at.

He turned to see the empty chair next to him, the one that was reserved for his love. No one dared to sit in it, fearing what Choptop would do to them.

"Drayton do ya think she'll come back? I mean in one piece that is. I re-really do miss her. She's my fav gal."

"I don't know Chop, but she is one tough gal. She was a killin machine here, then she is there. I'm sure she's fine."

Drayton sat a bowl of soup in front of his younger brother, being a bit gentle, seeing he was not in the best of shape.

He knew Chop was hurting, everyone was, even grandpa.

As they are their meal, a voice popped up out of know where. "Don't ya have some saved for me?"

Chop looked up from the table, seeing Y/n there, putting her bag down and smiling the same smile he always knew.

He ran at her, picking her up into a bone crushing hug. With his skinny demeanor, you'd think he would have much strength, but you'd be wrong.

Y/n laughed, holding onto her long time boyfriend just as hard, a few tears spilling out of her eyes.

Drayton and Bubba looked on, happy to see

Y/n home, but waited their turn to greet her.

As Y/n pulled back, she noticed Chop was crying as well. She gave him a soft smile as she dried away his tears, while he returned the favor.

"Darlin' I th-thought you were gone! I thought somethin' happened to ya! I couldn't even listen to my music for so long!" His voice boomed in the hideout. He never spoke in a inside voice, so they were all used to it.

"Well I'm home Chop. I'm home."

Not able to contain his excitement, he pulled her into a sloppy kiss, smiling the entire time.

She pulled back after a couple of seconds, jumping out of his arms even though she'd love to be in them all day.

Not wanting to be away from her touch, Chop wrapped an arm around her waist, not going to be letting her go for a while, as they walked over to his brothers.

They also enveloped Y/n into a hug, having missed her for a long time. Everything was fine now.

Chop-Top with a deaf s/o??

Oh I’m going deaf in both ears so this hits home. Thanks for the request ✌️

•He’s constantly teasing you. He either likes to yell at the top of his lungs or speak really slow to make fun of you. Though when he sees you truly upset he will stop and apologize to you.

•Cho Top will try to play with your hearing aids occasionally. He will just grab them at the most random times or mess with the volume. He finds them really fascinating for some reason.

•Cue over protective mode. You aren’t leaving his sight, nor are you going out to help catch victims. You aren’t getting lost or hurt on his watch. If someone even looks at you funny, they’re gonna pay.

•You teaching Chop Top and his brothers sign language. It was a long and hard process, but they managed to become fluent in sign language. You believe Drayton was the easiest to teach of them though.

•Since Chop is really hyper he gets fidgety a lot. So when he try’s to sign to you the words sometimes get mixed up when his hands start to fidget. But oh boy when he gets to signing, he signs fast. Good luck with catching up!

•He feels you both can relate on a level of being different. He has the metal plate, you have no hearing. It’s his own way of thinking, even if a bit morbid, about that, but what do you expect. It’s Chop Top Sawyer after all.

•You’re actually happy your deaf sometimes. The Sawyers are a very loud family. Always yelling or causing ruckus. When it gets too chaotic, you turn your aids down low and enjoy the now quiet screaming. You still love them though.

•Even though you can’t hear, they all still love you the same. The saw is family after all.