Multifandom Imagines/Preferences

Submissive Asshole- Patrick Hockstetter

WARNING: Mentions of IT 2017, like some scenes from it, language, and well, Patrick is his own warning ...

Being Henry Bower's sister, I was accustomed to pain, but I had never experienced anything like the pain I'd just happened to be receiving.

The clown sunk his claws further into my arm, making me groan in pain.
His face leaned towards mine, his eyes rolled back, and he opened his mouth, revealing more rows of teeth.

Just as he was about to bite my arm, a sound came from the other end of the sewer tunnel we were in.

"You can't hide in here all damn day." A voice echoed throughout the tunnel.

I recognized that voice. It belonged to Patrick Hockstetter.

Since the clown, Pennywise, was distracted, I kneed him right where his balls should be.

He groaned and let me go, and I ran.

Patrick held up his lighter and an OF hair spray, and activated them at the same time, illuminating the sewer tunnel and the frightened expression on my face.

"Lily? What the fu-" I grabbed his arm, pulling him in the opposite direction, out o the tunnel.

I could finally see the light, and I booked it, my hand still in Patrick's.

I fell into the water outside, relieved we had escaped the clutches of that damned clown.

"What the fuck was that? Why is your arm bleeding? Why is there blood on your face?" Patrick asked, bewildered.

"T-the clown, he d-dragged me in t-there, after that r-red balloon popped, and b-blood sp-sprayed on me. He s-sunk his claws I-into my shoulders, he was g-gonna kill m-me." I said, stuttering over my words.

I stood up, and looked at my bleeding arm. I winced as my hand brushed over it.

I began to take off my flannel over-shirt, "Hold this." I handed Patrick the shirt.

I pulled my black tank top over my head. Patrick's eyes widened as he wasn't expecting this.

I wrapped my tank top around my injured arm, wincing at the pressure on my wounds.

I grabbed my shirt back from him, and slipped it on, and buttoned it up.

Patrick's cheeks were flushed, and his eyes were still wide. Sure, the Bowers gang and I had gone to the Quarry together, but I always wore a tank top and shorts.

I glanced back at the sewer tunnel, and flipped it off.

I began to walk away, I noticed Patrick still standing there, staring at the tunnel.

"You coming?" I asked over my shoulder. He blinked a few times and nodded, his lanky figure running up to meet me.

As we walked along, I felt his hand brush up against mine. I felt my cheeks redden.

Although Patrick seemed to be a psychopath to most, he was never truly crazy towards me.

Sure, he was a submissive little asshole, and was more of the handsy type, but it wasn't bad.

*gets a little smutty, plus hints of sex/smut itself*

As we walked through the forest more, I felt him grab my butt, I didn't know if it was purposeful or just accidental, but like I said, Patrick was awfully handsy.

Before I knew it, he pushed me against a tree, pinning me between the tall tree and his lanky body.

He placed one of his hands next to my head, the other twirled a strand of my hair.

If I wasn't almost killed a while ago, I would be completely in the mood for his teasing and harassment, since they were slightly humorous and sexual.

He towered over me, since he was close to 6 feet tall and I, myself, was 5'4 and a half.

"My brothers gonna kill you if he finds out about this." I warned.

He smirked, "Who's gonna tell him? You? You won't, you fancy me too much girlie." Damn his cocky attitude.

I squirmed slightly as his hand traveled from my hair to my waist, touching the the side of my boob in the process.

"Aw, I love to see you squirm, wonder what that'd look like underneath me, in the darkest hours of the night." Submissive asshole. He was one goddamn smooth motherfucker, and he was cocky, and I enjoyed it.

I decided to play his little game. I ran my hand along his jawline, finally tangling in his long, dark hair.

I pulled him closer to me, his lips inches from my own. I looked up at him again, his eyes were darkened with lust.

"How bout we test that logic Hockstetter? Just you and me?" I asked, toying with the collar of his T shirt.

He sucked in a breath, and chuckled. "Sure, my place or yours?" He leaned in closer to me.

"Yours." I breathed out before connecting my lips with his.