#stanley uris angst
(tozier!reader smut)
requested: okay so once regular requests open, here’s my idea. so the reader and richie are siblings and they absolutely hate each other and to get under his sisters skin, he fucks her best friend. so in sheer anger she decides to fuck all of his
warnings: smut, unprotected sex, dirty talk, also minor violence, bit of blood, sub reader AND dom reader, BOTH baby, light choking, mild mild cumplay, oral (fem recieving)
part 7 of the tozier series [ i iiiii ivv vi]
guys!! finally the last part, thanks for all the love on this series :) this was rly so so much fun to write for yall, pls let me know how u feel about this/the series in general
(losers and reader are 20+ and in college in this)
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“i fucked your friends, anyways.” you say with a grin.
“funny, y/n. as if any of them would settle for you.” richie snarls, smirking as if he’s proud of what he’d said. it makes you smirk, shaking your head. if only he knew.
“richie, i don’t think she’s joking.” ben speaks up. everyone’s eyes turn to ben, and your heart pounds as you bite your lip. you look at each of the others quickly - ben’s gnawing on his lip and looking at richie uncertainly, mike is staring at the ground in thought, eddie’s staring at his lap with an amused grin, bev is smirking between the two boys with her eyebrows raised, and bill is looking at ben with a small look of realization.
your eyes land on stan, who’s staring back at you intently, a suggestive look on his face as he tugs a small part of your underwear from his front pocket as he thumbs it with his finger. you send him an intent look back, trying to beg him not to do it.
when you look at richie, he’s shocked, mouth agape. "what?“ richie says quietly. “you fucked my best friend. it was only fair.” you say with a shrug, smiling at him. he looks like he might punch you.
you stifle a laugh, trying to keep a straight face but failing. richie looks furious as he walks up to you, the two of you standing in the middle of the make-shift circle the losers formed in the living room.
“which one?” he says through a clenched jaw.
“all of them.”
