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Patrick Hockstetter as your boyfriend
Overall creators note—> Yeah, I'm getting too much writing motivation.. that's it.
WARNINGS: Smut mentioned??, toxic/unhealthy relationship dynamics, Patrick being his own warning, fear play??, dubcon, gore/blood mentions, dacryphilia, sadism, animal violence mentioned, snuff mentioned, corruption kink, innocence kink..?,Patrick being a creep, choking, knife play, let's be honest Patrick doesn't even need a tw.. it's Patrick, not proofread ngl
Patrick first noticed you in class, he noticed everyone but he REALLY noticed you. You minded your business, stayed on top of your looks, grades, and all. Not to mention you were a teacher's pet, obedient. So obedient... it repulsed him at first, to see you answer every question, go out of your way to help, maybe even think you're better than some people, some people being him.
He had a keen eye on how shy and timid you were, at first, he'd do things like make flirtatious remarks when you pass by such as, "Well, if that isn't the biggest pair of tits I've seen in a while." And that there was enough to make your face flush, you truly did try to ignore him, especially after hearing the rumors about him being fucked in the head.. Which kinda most likely.. aren't rumors. When the remarks didn't work, he'd purposefully sit next to you in class, ditch the gang to take the same route that you walked home, stare at you like prey, start rumors that you were a slut despite you being a virgin, take things from you like your pencil, your favorite pencil. That you in fact, thought you lost.
Once you've had enough, you cracked down. It takes a lot of guts to confront Patrick yet you did. Your tone wasn't firm, infact it was shaky and unsure, like you didn't know what words wanted to leave your mouth as you found him hanging outside the school, he wasn't with the bowers gang like he usually was. Almost like he knew the confrontation was coming, like he planned it, an opportunity. "Why do you keep messing with my life..? It's ..— it's weird and not okay." He found sick amusement in your question, that's when he knew what it was. He wanted to go out with you! He just had to, not because you're cute? Smart? But because you're sent from heaven, and he wants to ruin that, shoot a bow of fire right through your little wings, that way you'd be so wounded from him without an escape. "Go out with me."
And so reluctantly you did agree to go out with him. Why? Because you're partially afraid of what will happen if you say no and because your naive, you have hope in everyone. You've heard the whispers about him, you see the look in his eyes, yet you agree. The first date was one in the woods. In the dark. With no source of light, he was ecstatic while you were practically shaking in your skirt at every sound; every step, crack of a branch, movement in the dark. He decided hanging out near a tree was the best option, that way he could study you, tear you to pieces, in multiple ways in his head. "Are ya scared, tits?" "You're fucking shaking, Jesus, it's probably some animal." "Get a grip pussy." And lastly, "The real question is.. how scared are you of me?" Your back was flush against the tree as he walked closer, you didn't have to see his face to know he had that disgusting smirk on his face, it was so trivial how that same smirk made your knees weak. He was over here mocking you and you just stood there fiddling with the hen of your skirt, since you didn't answer his question he took it upon himself to test the waters. He kissed you. When he kissed you it wasn't your romantic, ideal first kiss; it was aggressive and full of something unfriendly. His hand gripped at your hips, making sure you couldn't move, keeping you caged between him and the tree. Despite being caught off guard, you kissed him back, it was an instant connection in your brain for some odd reason, that it felt right even though you were severely inexperienced with kissing. And yes, that date did end with him trying to slide his hand up your skirt multiple times, the first time you slapped his hand away. "Oh, come on. I just wanna see." He outright just begged the whole night and well.. you did let him see.. and taste!
After that night, you guys started dating officially, it wasn't really dating. No words were ever exchanged about what would happen between you two. He just staked claim per usual with anything he wanted.
Dating Patrick was like being with a wild card, you never knew what mood he'd be in. He was unpredictable at most times, often times he'd ignore you which confused you and hurt your feelings. He treated you as if you didn't exist until it was convenient to him and if you two got the chance to be alone and you brought it up he'd just act confused, "I don't know what ya mean..? We spend a lot of time together, tits." On top of it all, dating him was like a social suicide, once the school figured out you two were together, you're reputation was tarnished. If rumors started about you he didn't care, he may even add input that it's true even though it's not. Anything to see you below him, and when those rumors get back to you.. oh boy, you'll sit in class the whole day with that look on your face, like your whole life is crashing down by one silly rumor, a sentence that wasn't even true. He'd wait for you to find him after school, per usual, so you can cry in his arms over the stupid shit. Hes horrible at comforting so it would be like crying to a brick wall, he wouldn't say a word. Just stare at you, since you're hugging him, pressed against him, you immediately notice how hard he got from your tears. You don't know if you're disturbed or you find it hot too?
On days when you two do hang out when he isn't with the gang or ignoring you, you two mainly only do things he's into such as watching 'movies,' he makes you sit next to him on the couch watching some boring horror movie, he could tell from your facial expression how bored you were so.. he suggested, "wanna see something cool?" He found a dvd and put it in the player, at least 10 minutes in you didn't want to watch anymore, you felt like you could gag. Reason being, he had you watching a snuff film, the life drained from the girl's eyes as blood dripped from her sliced neck, the masked man breathing heavily, seemingly from excitement of the crime he just committed. "Sometimes.. when I look at you I wonder what you would look like if that was you bleeding out." So casual and romantic Patrick!
With affection he's also random, he can be the most touchy person. He loves to have his hands on your tits, waist, or the back of your neck when you walk, almost as if he's guiding you. He has other.. ways of showing affection like burning your hair with his lighter when you're not paying attention, when you freak out and yell about it? He laughs it off like he didn't almost burn your hair off. He likes to find or kill insects and gift their bodies to you, well it started off as insects before it progressively got into larger specimens such as mice, hamsters, birds, and cats... All on your doorstep! Just for you!
When it comes to you giving him affection he'll either stare at you to make you get the hint not to touch him or he'll just move out of your grasp, it's not that he finds it annoying. He finds it weird, yes, he's a creep and he finds something like normal affection from you weird. In general, he doesn't even classify you as a real human, that's why it's so easy to neglect your advances to be affectionate. He sees you as a pawn or object.
Better believe being with him, you're slowly rotting, tainting almost. You're no longer a sweet angel, no longer a virgin for sure. The first chance he got to get in your pants he took. Of course with a little coaxing and pushing, "Do you not love me.?" "I never.. said that!" Having sex with Patrick was overbearing, he was sadistic. He liked to see you in pain, whether that meant him taking the pocket knife from off his messy nightstand to cut you with while he's mid thrust or slightly placing his hand on your throat before applying pressure that makes your head feel like it's about to burst. And you let him.
When it comes to him allowing you to hang with his friends, he's not big on the idea. He does feel jealous but not in that way, in a twisted way. He sees you as a mere object, that belongs to him, he values you to a certain extent but not enough to be better for you. And this is the issue, he's fond of his friends but he just can't have you getting any ideas or one of them taking you away, especially Henry. The thought that anyone even his friends or not, could treat you better pisses him off. You're like a dog on a leash and he wants it to stay that way
When it comes to Valentine's day or anniversaries you always make sure to get him something you think he'd like, you pay attention to him a lot. Every word he says, you take it in like a fresh breath of air. When it comes to his side of the relationship, he often forgets dates like that and when he does remember, he'll show up to your house or in other words, sneak through your window with a flower stolen from someone's yard and some crappy handwritten letter that's at least 4 sentences in his terrible handwriting, expressing how much he fancy's you but it's never "I love you"
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Lorentz Butterfly my favorite. I literally lost my mind during the event story about how much I loved her. When I went to tell my friend about her, I promptly realized who I was calling "the perfect woman" in fact fit the description of a psychopath completely. Well, she can be both. Literally I swear the devs at Bluepoch got inside my brain and stole my secret krabby patty formula for a 100/10 character.
big brother walks into my room and sees im having a panic attack so he decides to rape me through it until im sucking on his dick as a soother
hiiii can you write rafe x bimbo/sweetheart reader where she’s so sweet and everyone loves her including the pogues, and rafe doesn’t like that so he tries to manipulate her into stop having contact with them.
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Bimbo!reader x manipulator!rafe
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a/n: yay first request tyy! Sorry if this isn’t what you had in mind, i am not amazing at writing complex dynamics, don’t mind i changed it up a bit x
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You are currently in rafes living room lying in his lap when a notification rang
Rafe immediately looked down to see what it was
You squealed of excitement when you read the message
“Rafeyy? Is it okay if i go watch the turtles hatch and play at the beach with my friends!!”
You say excitedly Looking up to see his face
“They always wanted me to come with them and they say i will love it, but me and you have been busy on so many dates lately.” You smile and he slightly does back
“Don’t you think that will be so cute?”
“Who’s they?” He asked sharply
“Kiara, jj, john b and pope” you say slowly
He clicks his tongue in disappointment
“They’re dangerous y/n. They’re troublemakers. Shit, keep hanging with them and you’ll end up on the news” he scoffs
“You don’t know them like i do. ‘M sorry baby, but they’re just using you.” He lies harshly
“B-but how?” You say quietly
“They’re gonna use your kook privileges when they’re in trouble and need it, then throw you under the bus. Do y’ think real friends would do that?”
“I don’t think so…” you say sadly looking down
“Theres m’ good girl.” He strokes your hair making you giggle
“You know i always know what’s best for you, yeah?”
“Yeeahh, but-“
“sh sh sh listen to rafey”
You nod sadly and close your eyes
You unintentionally fall asleep but wake up only 15 minutes later to find out Rafe is gone after searching the whole house
You pout and your eyes fill with tears. You hate being left home alone all by yourself, it was scary having no company, especially when he doesn’t tell you.
Then you remember -the offer still stands
-———-
The sun is still shining brighter than ever, birds are still chirping and waves are still crashing
You stand at the entrance with your toes buried the warm sand
You look around to see if you can see them but you can’t.
Maybe it’s for the best you say to yourself, thinking about rafes honest words from earlier.
Just as your about to turn around
You hear your name being yelled by kie and you squeal back excitedly
“Kiee!!-“
Someone came from behind you and put you over the shoulder making you scream but it was too late to catch their face “no!”
You start punching their back and kicking them when you hear laughter and a-
“Chillll y/n”
“Jj?”
A silent pause
“It’s you jj!”
“Now let me dowwwwn!”
Jj starts running towards the ocean while not letting go of you
You lift your head up to see Pope is the closest
“poooopee! Help me he won’t let me down and i don’t want my hair to be wet yet i just did my routine !!” You yell, dramatically reaching your arms out to pope
“Jay jay….” He says slowly
“Let the poor girl down”
And he finally does
“Thank you pope!” You pant giving him a high five
“Y/n” kie taps your shoulder and says from behind you
“Kiee” you bring her into a warm hug making her smile from ear to ear
“What took you so longg” one of them say
“Well Rafe didn’t want me to leave him”
Everyone went kinda silent at the mention of rafe
“Giirl you’re still with that thing?! You can do way better” kie says and everyone follows.
But to you, you couldn’t imagine anyone better
“Agreed”
“Yep”
“Definitely”
You pout
“Rafes takes such good care of me…he’s an amazing boyfriend and he takes me on many nice dates. he always knows whats best for me.”
You look around at them
and, why can’t you guys just all get along with each other, and be friends? i don’t get it…”
Kie and john b pat your back instead of telling you all the reasons they will never get along, knowing it would be too much for your little heart
“Hes dangerous y/n” pope warns
“Yeah you need to break up with him like yesterday” jj says
you frown at him and start to believe what rafe has been telling you all along. Maybe they do want me and rafe separated. Maybe they really don’t care about my feelings. Maybe they just want to break me in half. And who are they to tell me about rafe?
I know Rafe. And he would never try to harm me, i don’t know why they started this dumb drama with rafe…
The mood shifts when you spot baby turtles hatching
You start jumping up and down squealing and so does kiara with you.
You guys run over and kneel down to see them better
“Oh my gosh So little!” you put your hands to your face in awe
“Lets make a path” kiara says with a smile
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You only now realise how late it was, the sun already set and everyone else gone
“That was really fun guys!” Whenever you’re about to leave a hangout with them you always have to hug everyone. they think it’s the cutest and they love you for it.
“Leaving already?” John b and pope say at the same time
“Yes i have too its getting pretty dark don’t ya think?”
“Stay for just 10 more minutes?” Kie says while you hug her last
“Promise it’ll be worth it” jj winks and you giggle
“Noo i have to go see raf-“ you cut yourself off when you remember how much they hate each other
“Think about what we said, okay y/n?” Pope put a hand on your shoulder
you just nodded and sighed, even though you definitely won’t think about it because they’re obviously lying…
“See ya!” You wave.
you were scared to face Rafe after ‘sneaking out’ to see his enemies after he scolded you about them
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“Where the hell have you been baby”
“I-i’m sorry!” You cry out
“Where, were you.” He repeats
You try uno reverse on him “Where were you! I woke up and you weren’t here and it scared me…” your eyes get watery
“Was handling business, now don’t make me ask again bambi”
He steps closer
A tear falls down your cheek
“Okay, i was at the beach” you answer vaguely, pissing rafe off
He slams his fist on the kitchen counter making you jump
“I was with my friends!” You blurt out
“They’re not y’ fuckin friends. How many times do you need to hear it, huh?”
A whole stream rolling down your face
“I-i know!” You snap
“They were talking about you a-and said you’re dangerous, i need to leave you, break up with you. Why?” you cry while rafe scoffs, pressing his tongue against his gum
“I know now, that you were right, you’re always right rafey… i don’t think i can speak to them again -they don’t want whats best for me, and you’re whats best for me!”
He picks you up from your hips and plops you to sit on the kitchen counter as you wipe away your salty tears
“Bambi… i’m glad your pretty little head can understand that now, that you only need me”
“It’s not your fault ray…you were just warning me and i didn’t listen,”
He wraps you into a hug, you nuzzle your snot and tears into his neck, while he tries to hide his satisfied expression
He gives you a peck on the forehead and carries you up to the room bridal style
“I can’t believe this, i-i don’t think they can be my friends anymore?” You sniffle
“From now on bambi, just listen to me yeah? I’ll take care of you”
Distance. Sometimes I think about how easy it would be if you were here.
Not in a romantic, yearning way. I mean practically speaking. Think about the logistics of it. Of how this would all work if you were in my bed right now instead of wherever you are, reading this.
If you were here I wouldn't have to be clever. I wouldn't have to find the right words, the perfect rhythm of sentences that slips past your defenses. I'd just wake up hard, roll over, and decide which hole I was using this morning. You'd be warm and half-asleep and I wouldn't need to convince you of anything because my cock would already be inside you before your brain caught up.
That's the thing about distance. It forces me to work.
I have to seduce you with language because I can't pin you down and fuck the resistance out of you. I have to be patient and strategic, because the only access I have to your body is through your mind. Every post is foreplay. Every word is a finger sliding a little deeper, getting you ready for the next bit of conditioning.
It's good mental exercise for me, I suppose. Keeps me sharp. If I could grab you by the hair and use you whenever I wanted, I'd probably get lazy. Complacent. Why bother constructing an argument when I could just make you cum until you agreed with me?
But I'm still a man. I still imagine it.
How quiet you'd get with my hand around your throat. How quickly your clever little objections would dissolve once I was buried inside you, fucking you too hard to think. All these ideas I'm pouring into your head, and I can't help wondering how much faster it would go if I could ruin you physically. Fuck you stupid every morning until the thoughts I give you are the only ones left.
It's a shame you're so far away.
But I'm adaptable.
I'll make do with what I have.
it’s reallllyyy easy to manipulate me nd make me dependent on you, btw!!! (๑ > ᴗ < ๑)
