Just Like The Real Thing

Just Like The Real Thing

Bowers Gang, Patrick Hockstetter x Reader, Belch Huggins x Reader, Henry Bowers x Reader, Vic Criss x Reader

Note: So I’ve had this idea for awhile but I couldn’t decide which of the boys I wanted to base it off so I just wrote one for all of them. I hope you enjoy and feedback is always welcomed!

Plot: Basically you’ve been away for far to many days and the boys get a bit desperate and decide to take care of their “problem” on their own.

Warnings: NSFW, masturbation

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Ticci Toby x Reader

((I honestly have no idea what this is, I wrote it ages ago and have since been needing to just throw it out there. ))

I lay in bed silently waiting for time to pass while staring aimlessly at my bedroom door. Though my body is tired, my mind isn’t. A continuous buzz of nothingness and yet everything all put together as one.

The light sound of tapping against the glass window draws me out of whatever I was thinking.

Not tonight, I can’t do this right now.

“ (y/n),” a muffled call causes me to stiffen, “open up.”

Not tonight Toby.

I can still feel his hand pressed tightly against my throat while I struggled underneath him. The purple and green markings prove a reminder of how he really is.

“Open up the window, (y/n).” I can feel the hot tears slowly fall, my body slightly shakes as I desperately suppress a sob.

His tone shows annoyance and displeasure as I continue to ignore him.

I’m sorry, I just can’t.

His hand makes sharp contact with my bedroom window, the glass shakes from the force.

My body shudders as all I can hear is now silence, knowing he’s trying to find another area to enter through. I get up slowly trying to be quiet.

He’s coming.

I can hear him now, the sound of the laundry door giving way causes me to grab the pocket flashlight quickly. As silently as I can unlock and open the window.

My bare feet hit the cold cement, the winter truly showing through. I begin to speed walk around the side of my house, silently praying he hasn’t just tricked me into running. If not, I beg he is distracted and hasn’t realised I’ve ran.

My skin ripples with goosebumps as I rush to unlock the side gate, forcing myself out and into the open of the street I run.

My feet burn as I run, the cold and jolted Road provide no comfort for my rushed pace. I can hear him, his movements quick and Predator like.

I choke out a sob as I make a turn down the foot path leading towards the park, praying that I make it there before he can get me.

I know he wants to scream at me, shout my name at the top of his lungs. But he can’t, he knows he can’t.

I know I shouldn’t do this, but I want to try and finish this. I shouldn’t have even let this continue. But I was selfish, we were both selfish.

Im so close, just a little further.

Please. I’m so close.

With every part of me I push through, I can practically feel him on my heel. His heavy steps echoing down the empty streets, I want to scream, I want to shout and yell at the top of my lungs! But I know if I do it will only make it worse, I won’t risk anyone else getting hurt.

As my feet hit the damp grass I feel my body crash with full force. My body held tightly by his as I try to struggle, I’m sorry Toby.

“I quit,” I whisper, defeated.

I can feel his body stiffen over my own. My chest continues to rise and fall erratically. I was surprised he could even hear me. I stop resisting him, my arms falling limp and weighted as I let it all out.

“I cant to this anymore, please!” I sob.

He turns my body over so I face him, pain and anger is all I can see through my own blurred vision.

“Don’t,” He cautioned, “stop talking, please!”

I shake my head as I continue.

“I don’t need you anymore,” I pause taking a deep breath. “You said to me, that if I ever wanted to leave no matter the circumstances I could give you this!” I raise my voice trying to prevent it from cracking.

I try to yank my hand away, to show the small flashlight. A gift he gave me a month after we met. I understand something so small and weird isn’t technically a romantic gesture but I always kept it close and prayed I never had to use it a against him.

His grip tightens on my wrists, as I finally hear it, a loud sob exits from him. The hot tears landing on my bare neck as his body shudders.

“You can’t,” he whispers, “please... don’t leave me.”

“You’ve given me no choice,” I continue on, “you’ve hurt me so many times emotionally and physically. I can only take so much.”

“I know,” he looks at me, this can’t be the eyes of a murderer, his once pale face shows red blotches as he continues to cry. “But I never meant it!”

I shake my head and look away.

“Please let me go.” i softly beg, causing Toby to shake his head is dismay.

“No, I’m not letting you go” he says yanking me into his chest and holding me tight.

I begin to struggle against him, but no avail I am left powerless. I wanted to hurt him like he hurt me. He needed to feel pain, and to extent he did but I am the one let to deal with it all.

Richie: You punched me in the face, you made me walk through shitty water, you dragged me into a fucking crackhead house! And now… I’m gonna have to kill this fucking clown.

Pennywise:

Game of Thrones should end how Monty Python Holy Grail ended where a bunch of cop cars come n arrest them all

can you write Shiggy doing dirty things to reader while she sleeps?

Yoink more nasty Tomura because I’m filth - Kaz

tw: noncon

Shigaraki x Reader (NSFW)

Tomura watches idly as the smallwhite pill between your teeth disappears with a sip of water. Your throat bobs asyou swallow, a dribble of water slipping past your lips only to be wiped awaybefore it can fall from your chin. He’s acutely aware of your every move as yougo through your nightly routine. A yawn, a quick glance in his direction, atwirl of the same lock of hair you’ve been curling around your finger allnight. You’re nervous, for whatever reason. He’smaking you nervous.

You look over at him again, eyesfixed on the blanket that he’s laying down on the antique couch that’s beendoubling as his bed. You stare almost as much as he does. All wide eyed andoblivious to everything around you. It’s a fitting habit for someone as naïveas you.

“Out with it,” Tomura says withouteven looking your way.

“What?”

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