#..i'm not a loser: richie lipschitz..

[hatchetfieldtown]

Richieeee hiii its been a while, hugssss

have you drawn anything new?

Richie blinked, surprised at the other’s sudden appearance and hug. He flushed and held his sketchbook against his chest before he shyly nodded.

“Um— Yeah, I have!” He mumbled before flipping through the sketchbook to find something recent.

“It’s uh— It’s a colored sketch so it’s not super pretty, but— I like it!”

“It’s Ichigo Momomiya from Tokyo Mew Mew!”

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Kyle PLEASE pleasepleaseplease kiss Richie Im on my knees begging you HE'S SUCH A GOOD BOY HE DESERVES IT!!

"Oh! I mean, yeah, sure?" Kyle looked around until he spotted Richie down the hall. He did a half jog over to the nerd, which made the smaller instantly recoil upon seeing Kyle draw closer.

"Hey bro!" He chirped before suddenly placing a fat kiss on the shorter teen's cheek.

"Wh--?!"

"Someone said you deserved a kiss! And I'm not against kissin' homies! Just uh-- Just don't tell Max, cool? Cool!" With that, Kyle was jogging off again and leaving Richie absolutely floundering.

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Richie does Max actually...y'know...fart on you? And is it true you eat it?

“I… don’t want to talk about it…”

((Super imposed image belongs to @the-constelia ))

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WE'RE NOT KINKSHAMINGI PROMISE

-🗝️

“ITS NOT A FUCKING KINK!!” Richie squawked out.

[hatchetfieldtown]

What if I just like....

Pushes Richie into Max's man boobs teheehehee

Richie stared at the other with an annoyed expression, now sporting a black eye.

“…Can you guys just fu-fucking leave me alone?”

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god richie i think we would all like if you were tied down

Richie’s face turned an even darker red as he took a few clumsy steps back.

“D-Don’t fu-fucking touch me!” His hands shook as he clumsily pulled out his inhaler, taking a hit of his medication as his breath became a wheeze from how overwhelmed he was.

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which muse got tomadachi life on the switch first? 👀

Richie raised his hand, looking at his switch and not really paying the anon any mind.

“I just made Max in this game so I can bully him, and—“ His face shifted to a horrified expression as two miis interacted on screen.

“WHY IS HE FLIRTING WITH MY MIISELF????”

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*curses Max to moan loudly like he's cumming every time he farts*

Of course it had to be while he was terrorizing Richie.

“C’mon! It’s time for your favorite food!” His grin was wicked as Richie feebly attempted to dive under his arm and get past him. Of course, even being nimble from his antics as Zeke, he wasn’t fast enough to get away from Max.

His face was pressed into the denim of his jeans, and as Max ripped ass it was like a mysterious force took over him. A primal near guttural groan ripped free from his throat, akin to a moan like he was coming hard. He froze, looking absolutely mortified as he practically shoved Richie away like his touch burned him.

“What the fuck did you do to me, Shit Lips?!?”

“I-I didn’t—“ He coughed, eyes still burning from having Max fart in his face.

“I-I didn’t do anything! Why did y-you just—?”

“Don’t even fuckin’ finish that statement, cum stain.” Max hissed the words out before he stepped closer and snarled at Richie.

“You tell anyone about this? And I’ll fuckin’ end you.”