#richiefuckintozierr

[xgryffinwhore]

hot for teacher pt.1

warnings!: smutty, oral(male receiving) TINY BIT angsty, sweet richie, protective richie

word count: 2200+

summary: you never really felt a connection with someone until your sophomore year of college. but what happens when you see the man of your dreams lecturing your history course?

it was a sweet summer romance, you always had heard older guys made excellent lovers but you could have never envisioned this. i mean let’s be real, he wasn’t that much older than you; thirty-one to nineteen… okay maybe it was a little on the older side but he was different, richie was different. he didn’t expect you to be “mature for your age,” if anything he brought out your inner child. 

you met at the beach. he made a fool of himself in front of you, trying to get your attention but failing miserably. pretending to be a shark in the water, sneaking up behind and scaring the living daylights out of you. you screamed and fell back into the water and let you, classic richie. “shit im sorry, that was funny as hell though” he chuckled, helping you stand up, your warms still flailing and splashing. you brushed the hair and salty water from out of your eyes looked at him. fireworks. “before you get me wet, at least take me out on a date first.” and the rest is history. 

 he did have a dilemma however, you weren’t allowed to share personal occupations or relationships with eachother. “not forever,” he cooed “i just don’t want things to get too serious too fast.” but you knew it was more than that. you knew he loved you, and he definitely wasn’t ashamed, but it might look strange; a girl who barely looks her age visiting a middle-aged man. you understood.

school was starting back up next week, and youd miss the summer fun. waking up with the sun rays in your eyes, curled into richies side. morning kisses. getting out of bed at 11. making pancakes at 11:15. getting absolutely railed at 11:20 once richie sees you in only his white button-up and your lacey victoria secrets. your days were spent with him, you guys had it simple.

“im really going to miss this” you purred “can i still keep my clothes here?” you stood behind him while he was sitting at his dining room table, brushing his hair back with your fingers. “that’s a stupid question, but you can’t sleep here as much during the week, i need my energy to grade papers.” he said mindlessly, reading the daily post on his laptop. that was the first hint he had ever given you about his job, in which he realized moments after when you stooped brushing and started thinking. “hey HEY dont go looking for my fucking job y/n” he shook his finger jokingly. “hmm i won’t” you go sit down in the chair next to him “but teacher Tozier, very sexy.” 

the week went by like the wind, and you were back at the university; your new schedule in hand and ALL of your friends wondering where you went this summer. “we literally haven’t seen you since fucking July!” they said “did you go off to an island and throw away your cell phone?” you brushed your hair behind your ear and giggled “no, it was actually a boy…” they questioned you until your first class, begging to know about this older man of mystery. 

your schedule was decent: renaissance literature, econ, poli sci, and US foreign relations. you went to your renaissance lit class, it was the only class you had today. the teacher seemed ok, but you missed richie. you pulled out your phone ~

you: miss you 

richie: you too sunshine, give me an hour, and I’m all yours 

you: meet me at my apartment 

the class went by quickly, your professor was entertaining, but you were getting antsy to see rich. it was a little over an hour since he sent the text, you sped home. you pulled into the parking garage, seeing richies red Camaro (you’re thanking god right about now that you gave him a key.) you take the elevator up to your floor, unlock your shitty door, and you see rich napping on your bed. he looked like he didn’t mean to fall asleep, you felt awful for making him wait so long. as you got closer, you noticed that he was enwrapped in your throw-blanket. he always said he loved that blanket since you always wrapped yourself in it and its smell paralleled yours. his back was against the mattress and his legs almost hung off the bed.

he looked so peaceful, your heart should have been swelling, so why did you want to do anything but the innocent. your emotions got the best of you as you sat next to his knees, your hand tightly toying with his pants buckle. richie was unfazed, still resting, his nose twitching every so often. you pull down his pants to his thighs, harder than you thought but this motherfucker STILL didnt wake up. incredible. you pulled back the hem of his waistband, his member idling on his lower stomach. you spit in your hand, and began stroking him, it hardened at the touch. he began to rustle a bit, his mouth twitching, pleasure beginning to seep into whatever dream he was having. you stroked faster, placing your mouth on the tip of him and kitten licking, just how he liked it. his eyes began to flutter as he cursed him self awake “another fucking stupid wet dream, this is redic-” he stops once his eyes are fully open, seeing that this definitely isn’t a dream. you seize your actions and look up at him, a devilish grin plastered on your cheeks, and a confused richie hovering his head. “well don’t fu- don’t stop now!” he urged placing his hand on the back of your head and forcing you to down him completely. you hum in content, your mouth full to your throat and your ears being pleased by richies groans and sultry remarks. “probably missed me so much in class hm?” he spat “so desperate, couldn’t even wait for me to wake up.” you nodded your head as you spat some more on his length. “i bet you like this huh?” he continued and he began to thrust his hips down your throat “needy little bitch loves my cock in her perfect little mouth” he member began to twitch, indicating he was close. “those pretty lips look s-so f-fucking good around my dick, taking me so well arent you” his words breaking more and more as you went faster. “aw fuck y/n i think im-” he was cut off by a husky moan, hot cum going from your tongue and dripping off your lips. 

you licked your lips, richie bending down to kiss you afterword. “this is no one in this world” he breathed out, coming down from his high “as fucking amazing as you are.” you smiled and rolled on to your pillow, your neck and jaw tired from taking richies length. you heard footsteps into your bathroom and momentarily the water in your bathroom beginning to run. “bath in 5, for my amazing y/n.”

rich sat behind you in the bathtub, trying to make figures and letters with the bubbles. you both went out to dinner and spent the last moments of your night on the roof of your apartment building, which you had to bypass the security camera to get on. you sat on the cement block that faced the prettier part of the city and you had your laughs. “hey since you know what i do erm- sort of, can i at least know what college you go to?” you leaned in close to his ear and whispered “your moms.” he nudged you and tickled you senseless into his lap. “please stop of the agony oh the torture” you bleched, barely able to speak. he slowly stopped and admired you, your cheeks red from the lack of air and laughter, your hair spread into a halo in his lap, your eyes reflecting the lights of the city. 

“you know, i really kind of love you” “love you too rich, youre pretty ok sometimes.” and you both sat there for a bit, car noises and music were coming from at least three different resturants, but it felt like it was only the two of you in the world. he had to leave, but you knew things would be the same tomorrow, and the after, and then the next.

the week was okay, it was friday now, last but not least your foreign relations course fun. it was the first time you’d be in it, and you were eager to meet the professor. if you have a good teacher, history is bearable, but if not, then youre in for the long haul.

you walked into room 215, your friend becca saving you a spot near the back row of the room. the teacher wasn’t there yet so you and your friend began talking. more people shuffled in as the minutes ticked on, but you hadnt really noticed, you and becca were aching to catch up. she talked about this crazy professor she has in her realistic art class, and she was invested in my econ class. we hadnt even noticed the professor that had come in and begun introducing himself. what was; until he called you out. “ladies in the back, i know there are more interesting things to do than to learn about America, and its trade with Asia, but stay with me.” you turned your head “sorry profes-” you left your words hanging in mid-air. there richie was, teaching your class. “sorry professor tozier.” you coughed, your face turning red. but richies was crimson, he couldn’t let a grip on reality. he spaced out, a million thoughts going through his head.

the rest of class was a pain to get through, you couldn’t believe he taught at your fucking college and didnt tell you. fair is fair, you didnt tell him either. still, this felt like a big deal. his eyes kept chasing yours, but you couldn’t look at him, you knew how bad the situation was already. you didnt have the strength to think about this right now. once the time was up you were the first to run out the door. it was like mario kart to your car, you were going full speed. you felt your phone buzz half a million times~

richie: fuck holy shit

richie: please tell me im crazy

richie: im insane right? that wasnt you

richie: we have to talk about this

richie: this is wildly inappropriate 

richie:fuck

you didnt text im back though, you knew this would be the end, and you couldnt face it. you just about cried yourself to sleep, the fear of losing richie was too real. when you woke up you had a handful of missed calls from him. but you couldnt face it, not now. you decided to go out, do something to get your mind off of all of this. you went to the parking garage to drive to somewhere far away from here. and there he was again, sitting on your hood. you walked over to your car, avoiding eye contact, unlocking your ar. “y/n please, we have to talk about this.” “i have nothing to say to you professor tozier.” you put extra emphasis on the professor bit. you started your car as he got off, looking at you with full eyes. but you drove off. 

the weekend was over, and it was time to return back to the last place you wanted to go. you silence your phone, just trying to focus on your first real week of classes. friday came back like it never left, his class. fuck.

you took all the time in the world walking to his class, facing him would just destroy you, why not delay the feeling. you walked in the door, your legs feeling stiff and your head dropping a bit, you stole a look from richie as you took a seat. he looked tired, like he hadn’t slept. you began to feel la rush of guilt for not texting him, you decided to look. there were a million i love you’s, a million sorry’s, and a million don’t leave me’s. your stomach flipped. he didn’t want to leave you, he was willing to risk his job to be with you. your head shot up to look at him, but blocking your view was an unfarmable face. 

“i couldn’t help but notice how hot you are” he spoke, with a smug look on his face “im james, and i think it would be good for us to get to know each other a little better.” got, you hated frat boys, they felt so entitled to everything. you peered a little behind him, you saw richie clench the papers in his hand, jealousy taking over his composure. “hi james, im uninterested” you spoke and attended your eyes back at the dashing professor. james obviously wasnt fond of this because he took his hand, and forced you to look at him “wasnt an offer” he cursed. you felt threatened, before you could snap back you heard the voice of a very VERY unhappy rich. 

“dont you dare touch her” he yelled as he jetted over and clocked james in the chin. 

part 2 coming soon

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[ragingmolrat]

He is SO attractive. Him with long hair 😳 ODNDNMD

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[macherielexie]

hello!! i saw that your requests are open so I decided to come here and ask for a ship with the boys from the IT movie , if that's okay with you ofc

i'm a female (she/her), ravenclaw, I tend to be stern at times, and when people expect me to be smart and strict, i don't actually abide to the rules and question them often. And I believe in opposite attracts!! so I tend to be inclined with humorous people

ps. no pressure please!! i just found your blog and it's beautiful (and yeah you can ship me with pennywise but that'll be super hilarious xD) have a great day, lovely!!

you got: RICHIE TOZIER!

you and richie would be so cute together! like you said, you believe in opposites attract, which basically covers the basis of you and richie. you are this pretty much stern and intelligent person when suddenly, boom! you meet mister tozier!

you two first met when you biked past eddie’s house!

you’ve been living across eddie kasprak for about a week or two when you first moved into the small town of Derry, Maine. you’ve never stayed in a place for more than two weeks, so this was completely different for you. luckily, you finished your schooling over in Connecticut just in time for Derry’s summer to start. you started biking around the neighborhood when you hear the most foulest of mouths speak...

“Damn, who the fuck is your neighbor, Eddie? How come I haven’t fucked her yet?”

“R-R-Richie, s-stop,” said Bill, standing in between Richie and Eddie.

“Hey sweetcheeks!,” said Richie, making you stop right in your tracks.

Creating skid marks on the road, you parked your bike in the middle of the street and headed over to the dude with glasses.

“The name’s not sweetcheeks,” you said, sternly, walking back to your bike.

“Come on, I was being nice! I would’ve tickled my pickle to you!” said Richie, laughing and nudging Bill who currently has a “you’re so fucked” face plastered, which resulted in you turning around and slapping him.

“Thanks for the fun, sweetcheeks!” you said, chuckling, while walking back to your bike and speeding off.

“I like that girl a LOT,” said Richie, mounting his bike, as Eddie sighs.

“You never know if her hands are infested with some stuff. She gardens and the soil get all up in her n-“ said Eddie, getting paranoid and avoiding Richie’s touch as much as he could.

“Eddie!” said Richie and Bill, as they all bike off.

soon enough, you find yourself being friends with the losers club.

during the summer, you guys ALWAYS go to the quarry. like ALWAYS. (it usually always results in you both getting in arguments)

when he feels like you trust him a lot, he comes out as bisexual to you.

“Sweetcheeks-” said Richie, holding both of your hands.

“Before you go on, don’t even call me that,” you said, laughing.

Richie lightly smiled and you could tell from the sweat on his palms that he was nervous.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” you asked, concerned as if something horrible happened.

Then, Richie took a deep breath and said it.

“I’m bisexual,” said Richie, looking down at the ground.

What took him by surprise was that fact that you kissed him and pulled away with a smile.

“Oh my gosh, Rich! Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” you asked, smiling towards him.

“I was scared that you would leave me because of my sexuality,” said Richie, as you hug him.

“I love you for you and I would never ever do that to you, okay?” you said, as Richie nodded.

as cheesy as it is, your couple song would be “crazy for you” by madonna. it’s also his guilty pleasure song yet you wouldn’t let the losers know *wink wink*.

you have a SHIT TON of polaroid pictures of you two, but your favorite would be the one at the losers club headquarters with the showercaps. ben happened to snap the picture and he gave it to you.

richie absolutely LOVES your room! not only do you guys do the nastayyy but he loves when you read to him and play with his hair.

you always put his ass in PLACE. once time, you had him wear a rubber band on his wrist and pulled it back a lot to the point it broke.

he loves going on bike rides with you! you two normally could be spotted bike riding and sometime while you do, you two hold hands while riding.

i hope you enjoyed this! i just want to also thank the lovely person who requested for the nice comments on my blog! i’m so happy to provide more content soon and i hope to be more active. xoxo.

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[kaspbraakspeaking]

@richiefuckintozierr​ //  “Don’t you dare sing me a lullaby.”

   “Who the fuck said I’m going to do that?” Apparently Richie had placed this idea in his head that Eddie might possibly sing to him, and that had never been the plan. “Just go the fuck to sleep, what is wrong with you?” Sure, they were young and had a lot of energy, but it was getting late, and he was sure Richie’s mother was going to come barging in sooner or later if this sleepover didn’t get to the sleeping part.

#richiefuckintozierr #answered meme #v2 // this is summer we're kids

[choicedenied]

@richiefuckintozierr​        tell me i’m a wreck      -     every avenue   

               ‘’    you say that i’m a mess, how could you expect anything less?     ‘’

#richiefuckintozierr #verse: to be determined

[mtchstck-moved]

@richiefuckintozierr​ : “Sorry it took so long–had to take a detour.” rescue starters

livvy has done what she's always done when scared out of her mind- gone for the high ground; in this instance the top of a fridge with a knife in her hand. she peers over the edge of the old rusted contraption when she hears the other boy and hisses " where the fuck were you?? "

she struggles to clamber down one handed, the other not leaving the knife- an old serrated thing she took from the kitchen at home. still, better than accidentally starting another forrest fire. livvy shoves at his shoulder with her free hand, " don't ever leave me like that again, okay? "

#richiefuckintozierr

[xgryffinwhore]

hot for teacher pt.2 

word count: 1146

warnings!: SMUT ASF! soft richie, but still classic richie

word count: 1146

 link to pt 1: https://xgryffinwhore.tumblr.com/post/644747705839648768/hot-for-teacher

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the punch against james’s skin echoed through the now hushed lecture hall. richies emotions went from mad, to cocky, to the realization he was in front of his students, to JETTING out of the door. so many thoughts were going through his head, he shook madly while trying to unlock his car door, he sat in his car trying to think of something he could escape to. 

the events that had just occurred mire moments ago sunk in. one point rich, you probably impressed the shit out of y/n, but zero point rich because youre probably going to lose your fucking job. his hand was firm on the gear, undecided about where exactly he wanted to go when he heard a small knock on the window of his passenger seat side. he unrolled the window slowly, locking eyes with his cup holder.

“well” you opened the car door and got in “where are we off to?” richie put his car into drive, and you were off. it was silent, not the bad type, but not the good type, your hand was over his on the center console. “so, we should talk or some shit” you knew that was the last thing he wanted to say, but there was nothing else to say. “nah, we dont rich.” you stroked his hand with your thumb “i think it's clear how we feel.” a sigh he didn't know he was holding it was deeply released as he headed down the more rural route of your town.

 your head stuck out of his window, blissful in the moment, basking in happiness. “be careful y/n, if you fall out of my window i don't know what id do” he taunted, keeping his right arm against your mind just in case anything were to happen. he parked the car at a scenic overlook facing a lake, and got out, coaxing you out with his ring and middle finger. you both sat on the trunk of his car, a distance between the both of you. 

“i give a shit about you more than anyone ok” richie exhaled “and i'm sorry wasn't more open, i didn't want to ruin a good thing.” you stood up, your arms crossed “just a good thing?” richie rose and took your face into his palms “a fan-fucking-tasitc thing” he brushed against your lips “the best thing ive ever had.” you closed the gap, feeling your eyes becoming watery. one of his hands slips down to your lower back, he pulls it closer to him. you move one hand to the back of his locks and the other to the base of his neck. the kiss was needy, it was earth shattering, you love was simple yet it could overcome anything.

keeping your forehead on his as he breaks from the kiss“babe it's been so hard without you.” you snicker “one week without me and you are already whining!” he backs away, taking your hand. 

“i’ll show you whining”

he leads you to the back seat of his car, you close the door behind you and richie automatically pounces. he leans you against the door, trailing kisses down your neck while groping you everywhere. “ive been craving to have my fucking hands back on you y/n” he grabs your ass and smacks it. richie sucks on the tender spot of your neck, sending pleasure down your spine “r-richie keep going.” his pupils blow out, he bites down on the patch “beg for it.” you turn your face;  blushing, you almost forgot how dominant he gets. “please, i want you to fuck me, i want you to make me feel so good richie, please rich.” with those words, kiss lips detached from your neck, as his fingers messed with the buttons on jeans. he pulled your jeans off, putting your leg onto his shoulder and rubbing your loathed slit.

“you're soaked y/n” he tisked “such a good girl, going bad for me?” he moved your panties to the sick, licking his fingers and teasing your hole. he slipped his middle finger inside, then his ring finger. you hissed, throwing your head back “feels good rich” you egged him on. his fingers began working faster, enjoying the expressions of pleasure that took over your face. “who gets to see you make these faces hm? who owns you?”  “you rich, for you” you croaked, taken over by a moan. richie could feel his member press against his pants tightly, the faces and noises you were making made him go mad. 

you could have easily came with richies fingers alone, but the only thing you could think of was being totally destroyed by him. “give it to me already rich, i've been so good” you groan, richie pulls out his digits and licks them clean. “ususally” richie starts, pulling off his pants and underwear “i would make you suffer some more” he flips you over, hovering over you “but i need you this instant” he plunges into you without any warning “so im going to fucking have you”

he held your stomach and waist, thrusting into you slowly, he filled you up so well. he pulled you up by your hair and put his torso on your back “you take me so well, you're for me only” he husked, picking up his breath pace as he began moving faster. 

he rammed into you full force, kissing your shoulders and praising you with ‘taking me so well, such a good girl, sounds so pretty for me.’ you were loving the pain, and the pleasure, and the feeling of just being with him, lust and love tangling your senses. “who makes you feel this good?” he howls “you rich- fuck!” you scream, the coil in your core unwinding much faster than you'd like it to. “remember y/n” he grunts “if you want to cum you have to ask for permission.” he began kneading your clit, overstimulating you to the extent. 

everything was so much, you needed to cum. “please richie, can i please cum!” you screeched, erotic moans leaving your lips. “you can cum on my dick princess” he bites lightly on the back of your neck. your legs give out, pleasure takes over every inch of your body, ‘oh richie’’s and ‘fuck’’s coming from the back of your throat. the sounds of your release and the feeling of you beneath him also sent richie to the edge, he pulled out and pumped hot liquid onto your back.

little mewls left your lips as you both came down from your highs. richie kissed your forehead, letting you rest on his shoulder.

“i never want this to end,” you sleepily said.

“i won't let that happen” he breathed out, enwrapping you into his arms.

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Hope you enjoyed- requests are open!

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[scribedhorror]

@richiefuckintozierr​ || meme || accepting "It's not that easy, you know."

The author’s head inclined towards the taller man’s, not currently doing particularly well himself yet knowing that Richie needed a certain part of him right now. The stubborn, determined aspect of himself that never wavered from anything. And if anyone knew just how hard things like this could be, it would be Bill.

“The important things and the ones that change you rarely are.” He knew it sounded like preachy bullshit, but that didn’t make it any less true. That didn’t change the fact that he wished he could take it all away from him --- from all of them--- but the most he could hope for was that Richie would let him be there for him. Bill had relied on the brunette so much when they had been kids, probably more than the other man knew, and even now. 

#richiefuckintozierr #v: [ you don't like my endings? ] #; meme reply [ we'll remember in our dreams ]