#patrickhockstetter

(Vic is a cat, like a fancy cat that act like a stray one, and belch is a breed of dog with bad reputation for violence but it’s a good breed of cute and kind doggies like a bull terrier)

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IT Oneshots (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/4bI15Pf6C6 REQUEST PLEASE Mainly Stenbrough some Reddie and HenPat maybe Benverly

Here’s some more pics for you guys I hope you like them!! 0///0

headers, patrick hockstetter. - ⛓

NSFW Smut Patrick Hockstetter x Reader I strip my clothes, stepping into the lake. Patrick floats belly up a few feet away. I hear him sigh. “Why?” I wade over to him, brushing his wet hair from his face. A grin appears on his face. “Hey.” I smile, forcing him under the water. He struggles, and comes back up. I laugh at his reaction. “Rude.” I smile, wrapping my arms around him. He returns the hug, wrapping his lanky arms around my body. It feels like a Venus flytrap. His head rests on mine and I feel his body tense. His head turns and he forces me under the water. I struggle, then start to feel weak. This is it. Killed at the hands of my own boyfriend. His arms wrap around me again, yanking me upwards. I pant, taking in as much air as possible. He nuzzles into my neck, whispering apologies. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t want them to know. What was I thinking?” I wrap my arms around him. “It’s okay. What happened?” He looks at me, a sad look on his face. “Henry, and the rest of the gang.” I nod, pushing him into the water. We go back the next day, and Patrick wraps me in his arms. A passionate kiss is pressed to my lips as he sets me on a nearby rock ledge. He steps between my legs, groping my body, I shiver at the feeling. He grabs his knife, making a cut on my stomach. I moan as he starts to suck on the wound. “Patrick...” He looks back up, grinning, his teeth stained red. “That’s my girl.” He continues to suck on the wound, making a few more. Blood streams into the water. I snatch the knife from his hand, forcing him to switch positions with me. “Be good for me.” He moans at the contact from the blade. I slice just above his v line, sucking blood from the wound. His hands entangle in my hair, a low moan escaping his lips. “Please keep going...” I smile, his blood trickling down my chin. I look up at him, his eyes dark with lust and he moans studying my face. “You look so sexy right now... My blood staining your mouth...” I blush, dragging the blade down his chest. Blood escapes the wound, and I lick it up, the irony taste overwhelming my senses. His head falls back, a groan escaping his lips. “So good...” I smile against his skin, gripping his inner thighs. I straddle his hips, making a cut along his collarbone. A bulge forms between my legs as I suck on the slice, blood flooding my mouth. “More, please...” I grind down on the bulge, eliciting a loud moan to echo through the quarry. “Please, I need you...” I smile, moving my bikini to the side, and lining myself up with him. I lower myself down, we both moan lewdly. His hands grip my hips, helping me to move. “Feel so good, like you were made for me.” I moan at his words, soon we both let go, moaning loudly, the sounds echoing around the stone walls. Patrick lays his head on my shoulder, and I do the same with him. I finally pull off him, collapsing into his chest. “That was nice...” He chuckles, and I admire his face. Then I watch it turn to angry. “What’s wrong?” He looks down at me, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around my body. “We have company.” I try to look, seeing no one. “Who?” He looks at me, an angry look. “You know who.” I gulp, wrapping the towel tighter around me. Bowers and the gang. “What are they doing?” He squints. “Can’t tell.” They start to walk over and I curl further into Patrick’s chest. Henry smirks at me, running his tongue over his lips. “That was some show.” Patrick wraps his arms around me, pulling me closer. Henry grins. “You should share such a prize as this.” He twirls a piece of my hair around his finger, and I start to shake. Patrick slaps his hand away, growling. Henry laughs, pulling his knife out. “Come on Patrick, don’t be difficult.” I thread my fingers through my brass knuckles, ready to fight. I pull my knife out too, ready for a fight. Henry gets closer, ripping the towel off. I swing my knuckles knocking him into the water. “Holy shit!” “That’s my girl.”

A zombie Patrick Hockstetter WIP for my little sister and some adult n teen Henry Bowers doodles