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Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap

Alastor x GN!Reader

TW: Talks of murder, Alastor being Alastor. Alastor realized a lot of things.

A/N: I want to be buddies with this man. Was I listening to AC/DC….maybe, This started as a headcanon thing but it turned into something else. Enjoy!

Your friendship with Alastor. 

You met Alastor when you both were alive! You somehow got his attention and then a year or two of you both annoying one another you’re good friends! Best friends even! He wouldn’t say that but you know it. 

Both of you are such  fucking menaces, while he is much more of a gentleman and very put together. You are somewhat the opposite. You are put together but it’s like you hate fancy dress clothes and you’d rather be running around with a gun in hand stealing from poor fools who didn’t look twice at you. He will forever chew you out for your thieving and how underdressed you are! Where are your manners and why are you laughing at him? He didn’t say anything funny! But he can’t help to think how your smile and laugh suits you.

You walked in on him while he was killing a poor fool one night and instead of running away and freaking out, you looked around and smirked “Can I steal his shit?” He rolled his eyes and waved his bloody hand towards you, “You can’t find anything else to do?” He snarled out easily killing the man below him, he could easily kill you but why would he need to now? You obviously didn’t care, “You know the saying, old friend. Another man’s trash is another man’s treasure~” You cooed out looking through the stuff on the fireplace mantle.

“Don’t make it so obvious.” He hissed out, looking around. “Were you followed?” He asked, making you stop and turn to him, hand on your chest. “Alastor! Are you doubting me? Here I thought you loved me.” You teased making him send you a half hearted glare, “Love is a strong word.” You rolled your eyes, “Right… No one dared to follow me.”

Another thing is when he had to hide bodies, you happily helped him and stood guard to make sure no one followed. He was grateful but he’d be caught redhanded before he said that to your face.

Once he died, you were inconsolable for weeks on end until you crossed paths with some unfortunate souls who sadly got you good before their death. You bled out in some alley way near his favorite speakeasy, you wouldn’t be found until the morning.

BUT IN HELL-

You were an uncontrollable force to be reckoned with, you still kept your spirits high especially when you got a little tipsy or the money was good enough. It took decades for your ass to find Alastor, you were so caught up in your own adventures you just forgot about finding your best friend. Until it got boring and you saw a flier for the ‘Hazbin Hotel’...it couldn’t hurt to look for him there, besides he was fucked up and he could be there to see everything fall to pieces.

So when you arrived and you saw the tall deer man, his smile stretching wider into the grin you could tell from a mile away. “Oh it’s you,” He hummed, making you roll your eyes. “Oh please, Alastor. Don’t act like you weren’t excited to see me. Who else would be able to deal with your insane ass,” You replied looking around, “You missed me, don’t you dare deny that fact.” He scoffed and rolled his eyes. “I’m not denying anything, Old friend. I just simply thought you wouldn’t look for me.” He walked over, circling you to see if anything changed or was he trying to find a weak point? “See you keep thinking that and I keep reminding you that you are stuck with me forever, there is no escaping that.” 

He’s happy you found him but he’s got to keep up appearances, later that night you're sitting with him in the parlor sipping on some whiskey he grabbed from the bar as you tell him all of your stories. It goes silent for a while and it’s comfortable for some part. “How did you die?” He asked one moment and it truthfully caught you off guard. “...Like you said, I’ll get too confident and end up dying on the streets.” You whispered the alcohol on your tongue tastes gross now. He didn’t gloat, or if he was he was doing it silently, “Tried to go after a rich fella. He had a gun and got me good in the stomach that was before I killed him, ran off before I could take anything. Died in an alley near your favorite speakeasy. Guess I was looking for you even after all this time.” You looked down at the glass and sighed, he was too silent for your liking but he was always like that. Why did it affect you now?

He didn’t say much the rest of the night or the next morning. Only gave you a nod when you’d left.

Alastor couldn’t control you much like he could with Husk and Nifty, he couldn’t drag you along with his shenanigans. He could try but it would fail. You were a creature of habit and a stubborn one at that. You left by a certain time to get your fill of thieving, killing and messing with people before coming back to him. 

Yet, you still wore that smile on your face and laughed as loudly as you could when something was funny enough for you. He wasn’t used to that, people should be miserable down in this cesspool. But you weren’t why weren’t you miserable? It was something that plagued him all night long.

He adored your smile and laughter.

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For @green-with-envy-phandom-event, line art by fellow red team member @duchi-nesten

I just went through me camera roll for things to add haha.

[livyjh]

Hunger

Joel Miller x Reader

Rating: EXPLICIT 18+

Word count: 2.8k

Summary: on a patrol near Jackson with Joel, you run out of food and have to make do with whatever you can find. Eating the wrong thing makes you both feel… different.

A/N: Here’s another one shot unrelated to Temptation :) I really wanted to write a sex pollen thing with Joel and here it is!!

Warnings: sex pollen/sex poison, smut, dub-con based on the nature of the sex pollen/poison trope, talk about being hungry/eating, unprotected p in v (don’t do this), masturbation, rough sex, angry fucking, being mean to each other, Joel calls you a slut, choking, hair pulling, quick mention of blood/taste of blood, nipple play, spanking with object, anal play, creampie.

Joel Miller Masterlist

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“I’m fucking starving.” You sigh, walking alongside Joel in the forest.

You were on day two of a three day patrol route, tonight you’d stay in some cabin in the middle of nowhere. Tomorrow you’d return to Jackson.

“Drink some water. It’ll hold ya over.” Joel sighs back at you. “Or pick some mushrooms.”

You scoff at him. “Very funny.”

“I thought so.” He chuckles quietly.

You roll your eyes, trudging through the humid spring weather. “Are there any edible flowers out here? Shit, I’d eat tree bark at this point.”

Joel shakes his head. “Don’t know much about the plants out here.”

You frown. Until…

“Oh my god.” You gasp and run to a bush you spotted about 10 yards away.

Joel calls after you, using your name to try and get your attention. But it doesn’t work, you were laser focused.

On a tall bush, almost as tall as you, there were berries. Ones that looked… like a raspberry, or a blackberry, but they were orange. You weren’t a hundred percent sure, but, you feel like you remember maybe eating these before.

“Joel!” You wave him over and he walks faster to get to you.

“What?” He sighs, putting a hand on his hip.

“These are edible.” You smile at him, then look at the bush, then back at Joel. “I think.”

He rolls his eyes and begins to walk past you.

“Joel, I know you’re just as hungry as I am. And I swear I remember eating berries just like this before. They should be fine.” You reasoned with him.

He turns back to face you. “Fine. Eat a couple.” He shrugs.

You gulp and stare at the berries for a few seconds before plucking a few and putting them in your mouth. You start to chew and soon scrunch your nose. They’re tart. Not quite sour, but very tart. You couldn’t give a shit at this point.

“They’re good.” You smile at Joel and pull more berries from the bush.

He walks over and picks a berry, bringing it up to his nose to smell it before finally putting it in his mouth. He starts to chew. “These are not good.”

“Quit complaining. It’s food. If those goddamn squirrels hadn’t gotten into your pack that you just left lying around for an hour…”

“You’re the one who fell asleep while you were s’posed to be watchin’ our shit, I was hunting.” He sneers at you.

“That’s because you talk in your sleep and I barely got two hours last night!” You scoff at him.

“Swear to god, if I die by some fuckin’ berries after all the shit I-“

“You’re not gonna die, Joel. Don’t be such a pussy.” You laugh and keep plucking berries and putting them into your mouth.

He sighs and breaks off a small branch, picking a couple more berries and eating them. “Reminds me of pineapple… except, not good.”

You shake your head and keep eating, ignoring his complaining for the next ten minutes while you both gorge yourself on the fruit.

“Should be getting to that safe house in the next hour.” Joel nods at you as you both continue walking, bellies full and satisfied.

A half hour passes and you feel like your skin is too hot. Your clothes are too hot. It was humid, but… it was only maybe 60° out. You shouldn’t be sweating like this.

Joel was on the same page, having taken his light jacket off only ten minutes into continuing your walk to the cabin.

“Joel…” you speak cautiously.

“I don’t feel good either.” He sighs.

“What should we-“ you start.

“Just gotta let the body process it. Or reject it. Whichever comes first.”

You both let out long sighs and keep walking.

15 more minutes and there’s a dull ache in the pit of your stomach. Lower than that, actually. It feels like where your uterus is.

You notice that Joel is breathing heavy, sounding more and more labored.

“Down… uh,” Joel glances at you and then stares for a second. “Down this trail here.” He points to a spot a few yards up where the main road diverts to a slim trail, barely noticeable if you hadn’t been looking for it. It was overgrown.

You nod at him, feeling warmth bloom in your chest and face. You follow him down the trail for a couple minutes when you come across a large fallen tree.

Joel climbs over it easily with his long legs. You? Not so much.

You struggle for a moment as you try and get your footing on a branch start on the side of the log, but you can’t.

“Jesus, give me a fucking hand, will you?” You snap at Joel.

He rolls his eyes and reaches out a hand to help you over the tree.

The second you grab his hand, you feel a jolt of electricity run up your arm and straight to your core. You couldn’t pinpoint what was going on. You felt irritable… angry… but all you could think about after getting over that log, was how Joel’s skin felt against yours.

You approached the cabin just a couple minutes later. You both walk inside and set down your bags before Joel disappears into the bathroom.

You hear the faucet start to run. You’d forgotten this place was connected to water… just didn’t have a working water heater.

You sat down in a recliner in the living room and involuntarily moaned when a spring under the thin recliner padding pressed against your heat through your jeans.

“Fuck.” You breathe.

You wait only ten to fifteen seconds before you figure Joel is gonna be awhile and you stick your hand down your pants. You start rubbing your clit furiously, hoping for some fucking relief before Joel comes back.

You’d go upstairs to the loft style bedroom so at least there would be a delay in Joel catching you like this, but you think rubbing your thighs together while going up stairs would make you cum anyways.

“Fuck it.” You whisper to yourself, dipping two fingers into your cunt. This is probably the wettest you’ve ever been.

In fact, you wouldn’t be surprised if you’d soaked through both your panties and your jeans by now.

You hear a low grunt come from the bathroom over the sound of the faucet and it only spurs you on. Was it because you were horny out of your mind, or did that sound sexual?

A moment later, the faucet turns off and you quickly pull your hand out of your pants and wipe the wetness on the side of the recliner. Just in time too, as Joel walks out of the bathroom a second later.

He spots you on the recliner, leaned back, eyes hooded, legs spread, and something in his face changes.

He looks furious, but… helpless.

You bring your bottom lip between your teeth, the sensation making your whole body tingle. You look Joel up and down, feeling more wetness pool between your legs.

God, you normally didn’t get along great with him, but… you’d kill a hundred men just to have his cock inside you right now.

“Something’s wrong.” Are the first words said in that moment. Spoken by Joel.

“No shit, Sherlock.” You breathe hard, standing up.

“Don’t you fuckin’ mouth off to me.” Joel spits, stepping closer and pointing a finger at you.

You push his finger out of your face, another jolt of electricity moving through you at the skin contact. “What are you gonna do about it, old man?” You seeth.

Joel then grabs you by the throat, pushing you against the nearest wall. You can’t help but whimper at the feeling, looking up at him through your lashes.

“Shut up.” He frowns.

“Make me.” You test him.

His grip on your throat tightens, his other hand moving up to grab the hair on the back of your head. He tilts your face up by pulling down on your hair and you squeeze your thighs together, moaning despite him choking you.

You reach down into your own pants again, needing just a little relief from the searing pain and pleasure coursing through your clit.

Joel whimpers at the sight of you, his face darting down to yours and crushing your lips together.

You growl into his mouth and bite his bottom lip, and then you taste blood. He grunts and pulls back, looking down at the tank top you were in, grabbing the front with both hands and ripping it from top to bottom. You shrug the ripped clothing off, reaching behind yourself to undo your bra as you look up at him.

His eyes are damn near black. Pupils blown as wide as you’ve ever seen. He’s panting and leans down to kiss you again, despite you having bit his lip too hard on the first one.

His hands drift up your hips and over your breasts, quickly stripping you of your bra. He leans down immediately, taking your right nipple into his mouth and biting just enough to get you to squeak out a moan.

“Joel-“ you cry out as his fingers tweak your left nipple.

“What?” He asks harshly.

“Fuck me, goddamnit. Don’t have time for this shit.” You snap back.

“Take your fucking clothes off.” He barks the order as he backs up and starts to unbutton his own shirt.

He watches you with dark eyes as you slip your boots off, then your jeans, then your mostly soaked panties.

By the time he’s got his shirt off, you’re completely naked, staring at the tent in his jeans. You reach down and start to fuck yourself with two of your fingers. Joel undoes his belt and rips it from its loops in one swift motion.

You stare at him with doe eyes as he folds the leather strip in half before grabbing your wrist and pulling your fingers out. He growls and grabs you by the shoulders, moving you to lean over the arm of the couch. Lightning fast, he undoes his zipper and pulls himself out. You don’t even have time to look back when a *crack* fills the room and your ass stings painfully.

“Did I tell you you could do that?” Joel smacks your ass with his belt again.

“I told you to fuck me, already!” You screamed at him, looking back.

“Careful what you wish for.” He growls and lines up, pushing into you in under a second.

“Fuck!” You clench around him involuntarily, hearing his belt buckle hit the ground. This gave you a little relief from having to experience even more pain than you already are; between the whips of the belt and the way Joel is stretching you out.

“You asked for it.” He grunts and starts with fast, rough thrusts.

“Yeah, I know.” You spit the words at him over your shoulder.

“Show me some goddamn respect.” His cock hits the sweet spot inside you as he speaks, making you whimper loudly.

One of his hands is gripping your hip, the other reaching around your front, under your arm, gripping your breast harshly. He was holding onto you for dear life and you couldn’t get enough of it.

You’re hissing through your teeth at almost every thrust as the sound of his hips slapping your ass fills the room.

Joel doesn’t let up, his hands in bruising grips on your body. The hand on your breast moved to the front of your throat, gripping it, slowly cutting off your blood supply. He pulls you up against his chest, the new angle of your hips helping him get deeper as he fucks up into you.

“More!” You shout at him, fingers tapping the back of his hand on your throat.

He tightens his grip on you, you’re starting to see spots when your cunt pulses around him and you squirt your release all over his cock. “Fuck!” You gasp, tears forming in your eyes when Joel finally loosens his grip on your neck and you gasp for air.

You sob a string of curses as your orgasm washes over you, but Joel doesn’t stop. His hips begin to stutter and you know he’s got to be close.

You reach down and fiddle with your clit, wanting to cum again already.

“You’re a freaky thing aren’t you?” Joel asked, replacing your fingers with his own. “Bet you’d let me do anything I wanted. Fuckin’ slut.”

You nod as tears roll down your cheeks.

“Gonna let me cum inside you?? Fill up this tight pussy?” He whispers against the shell of your ear.

“Y- yes!! Fuck, fucking do it!” You grind down against his cock and fingers and suddenly you’re both losing it.

Joel’s fingers and hips stutter as he pumps his load into you, your cunt milking him for all he’s got. He keeps moving until his hips and back start hurting.

His dick is still hard as a rock when he pulls out of you. And there was no end in sight for you, you think you could cum ten more times and not be satisfied. You didn’t know at this point.

Joel moves around you and sits on the couch, cock in hand. His wet strokes are music to your ears as you maneuver yourself into his lap, facing away from him, each of your legs on the outside of his.

You can feel your own slick and his cum mixing together and leaking down to your asshole as you lean back against Joel’s chest.

“Fuck me again.” You pant.

“Shut up.” He spreads his thighs to make yours even further away from each other, reaching around and looking over your shoulder as he pushes two fingers into you.

He collects the wetness and starts rubbing up and down your slit, his thumb repeatedly brushing over your bundle of nerves.

“I told you I don’t have t- time for this, Joel.” You cry as you start to grind up against his hand with each downward movement of it.

“And I told you to shut up.” He growls and bites your earlobe. He can feel you dripping on him and he grabs you by the waist and folds you forward, making you put your hands on the coffee table for balance and support.

He lines himself up and pushes his cock into you, his fingers still covered in your juices moving to the hole that he hasn’t filled yet.

“Oh-“ you breathe, stomach churning with pleasure. “Do it. Fuck, don’t tease me, Joel. I’ll fucking stab you in the leg, I don’t-“ You’re cut off when his middle finger slowly pushes into you, making you gasp.

He starts thrusting himself up into your pussy while his finger worked its way in and out of your tightest hole, your slick and Joel’s cum sufficiently lubing you up.

His finger moved faster as his hips bucked up against yours. You start to roll your hips in rhythm with his and you’re about to cum again.

Joel feels you clench around him and he knows you’re close. He starts fucking you especially hard, loving the way you were bouncing on his cock.

His finger pulls out of you and he grabs your hips with both hands for more force and then you’re screaming his name as you cum hard.

Close behind, Joel groans as he shoots his load into you again. His hands start to loosen on your hips, his dick starting to finally soften inside you. Your anger has faded, your stomach no longer burning with feral need.

Joel pulled you back against his chest again as he came to his senses. “Did I hurt you?” He spoke softly, cock flexing, still in your pussy.

You hum a sigh, tired. “No. I mean… yes. But it didn’t hurt in a way that I didn’t like.”

“Alright.” He wraps his arms around your waist, hands splaying out over your belly.

“This okay?” He asks after a moment, nose tracing circles in the soft spot behind your ear.

“Yeah… I-“ you take a breath. “I think I’ve been wanting to do that for awhile.”

Joel laughs quietly. “You ‘think’? Whaddya mean?”

You shake your head, smacking his arm lightly. “I just didn’t want to admit to myself that I had a crush on you. So I played up the sass a bit.”

“Ahh, okay.” He hums.

“Like you didn’t? You tease me all the fucking time, Joel.”

He nods, breath ghosting over your neck, causing goosebumps to raise there. “And I know you love it.”

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[kingkatsuki]

Trying to find condoms in the Abyss is an on-going struggle, especially when you end up being scammed for your last pack of smokes. But it’s okay, because Enjin’s pull out game is strong right. Right?

Why is it never just a drabble when it comes to him😫

Pairing: Enjin x f!reader.

Warnings: 18+, unprotected sex, thigh fucking, you tell Enjin to pull out (and he’s doing his best), creampie, cunnilingus, fingering, one spank, dirty talk, cum swapping, spit.

Word Count: 3.8k.

“Fuck,” Enjin groaned when he picked up his bag from the floor, holding the worn condom pack between his slender fingers.

You would’ve burst out laughing at the dejected look on his face as he crouched completely stark naked on the floor if it wasn’t for the realisation that yet again he’d purchased a dud fucking condom. Your cunt clenched pathetically around nothing as you became resound to the fact that you weren’t having sex tonight— especially not now.

“I swapped a pack of smokes for this shit,” He grunts, his cock bobbing in the air as he still attempts to pull the dry condom over his bulging head.

Enjin had been elated when he’d finally found a seller in the next town over, having spent way too long hunting for any discarded plastics in the trash heaps outside. Honestly he’d probably have more luck if he tasked Rudo to do the job, although it seemed far more seedy to employ him to do Enjin’s dirty work. Having to explain to him what the condom was even for would be a conversation for another fucking day, and definitely not something you’d ever want to be a part of.

You were certain he’d put his foot on the gas a little harder than normal to try and get you both home as quickly as possible. Making eyes at you through the rear view mirror from where you sat beside Tamzy as he willed the drive to hurry up. His final few fragments of resolve already cashed in when he stopped himself from bending you over in a dingy alley to take you where you stand back in the last town.

You’d barely had time to take your shoes off in Enjin’s room before he was hurriedly tugging all his clothes off, getting his arms and head stuck in his shirt as he tried to shrug it off to the side. Jumping from toe to toe as he kicked off his boxers, revealing his heady cock to your prying eyes as you pulled your own clothes off. His feet still covered with socks as he hunched over his forgotten clothes, unwrapping his prized condom.

Your cunt throbbed at the crude sound of him spitting down on his length in an attempt of makeshift lube as he tried to roll the latex along his girth, head hung low in concentration as he held his cock at the base.

This wasn’t the first time this had happened to either of you. Protection and birth control were a commodity in the Abyss and it meant that the items were hard to come by. Often waiting for the Heavens to throw leftover items down below, or using the homemade methods that had varying effects and levels of reliability. The last time this had happened Enjin hadn’t left you unsatisfied, tonguing your clit until your eyes were rolling back into your skull and your toes were curling.

“Fuckin’ piece of shit,” Enjin grunted as the condom split over his cock, the swollen pink tip now poked out the top of the latex as he knelt on the floor. Lips curled into a childish pout as this time you couldn’t help but laugh at the scene in front of you, his poor neglected cock bobbing in the air.

“It’s not funny, baby.” He groaned, “Do you know how long it’s been?” Or how much galla he’d wasted trying to procure these. If he got back to that town and found the guy that sold him the dud condom it was gonna be on fucking sight—

You were fully aware, and so was your neglected cunt that throbbed pitifully. Feeling his mattress dip as he came to settle between your parted legs, warm palms smoothing along your inner thighs as he stared down at your glistening folds. Living at the Cleaners compound made it difficult to get many moments alone, from Riyou sneaking in through your bedroom window at all hours, to Rudo interrupting in the common areas and even Zanka had walked in on the pair of you one too many times. The few messy fumbles in the van outside weren’t enough to keep either of you satiated for long, and the erotic books Semiu recommended you did nothing to help soothe the desire running hot like molten lava through you.

“Do you know how much he misses being inside you?” Enjin dragged the leaking tip of his cock through the mess between your thighs, your hips jolting when the head nudged against your puffy clit, “He wants to feel this pretty pussy wrapped around him— see.”

“You’re such a dork,” You shook your head, scrunching your nose at the way Enjin referred to his cock.

“But you love me for it,” He gave you a toothy grin as he tapped his drooling cockhead against your mound before letting the weight of it hang low as he hovered over you to press a sensual, open-mouthed kiss to your lips.

Enjin’s fingers brushed through your folds, collecting your slick on them as he pushed two inside you. Barely enough to make you feel full as he curled them inside you, prodding at the spongy spot inside you as you rolled your hips into his touch. His thumb teasingly flicking your clit side to side as you leaned into his touch, but it wasn’t enough—

You could feel his cock nudge your thigh, leaving silvery lines of pre against your skin as you raised your knee to press against it. It wasn’t enough, you needed more. Swallowing his moans in your throat as you felt him break the kiss with a grin, reaching down to hold your thighs together as he pushed the tip of his cock between them.

“You’re to pretty like this, you know that?” He hummed as he started fucking your thighs, the underside of his cock brushing against your slick folds with every roll of his hips as he towered over you.

Your hands reach up to mould your tits, pinching and tugging at your stiff nipples as you tried to give yourself some added stimulation. The graze of his shaft against your clit was barely enough to have you close, the pleasure ebbing inside you was becoming far too intense as your poor neglected hole throbbed pathetically around nothing.

“Put it in,” You whined, delirious from pleasure as you tried to shift your hips. Spreading your thighs to give him room to slip his drooling cock inside your wet heat.

“What?” Enjin stopped his thrusts abruptly, unsure he’d heard you right, “What did you say?”

“Fuck me, Enjin. Please.” You pout, trying to coax him inside your unprotected hole, “It’s not enough.”

“That’s too risky, sweetheart. I haven’t got—” Enjin swallowed thickly, Adam’s apple bobbing as he glanced down between your bodies to look at your tight heat. Your desperate hole fluttering around nothing as he thought about the way you felt when he stretched you open, fucking you into the shape of him.

“It’ll be fine.” You brushed his doubts away, shifting your hips as he kept his grip against your thighs, your cunt still angled in the perfect position for him to slide right in—

“You’re not on birth control.” You can tell his control is wavering, the excuses few and far between as you feel the length of his cock pressed firmly between your thighs. Coating himself in your messy slick, it would be so easy to just reach between your thighs to push him inside.

“So you can just pull out.” You deadpan, as though it’s the most obvious answer in the world.

Just pull out. As if it was that fucking easy.

“That ain’t a reliable method of contraception, sweetheart and you know it.” You were frustrated now, huffing at his objections as he sounded like one of the textbooks from Korvus’ study.

“We’ll be fine.” You pressed, wide eyes practically pleading with him as you jut your lower lip out for good measure. You reached between your thighs to press the tips of your fingers against his heavy cock, smoothing the fresh bead of pre that oozed from the tip along the soft head.

“Oh yeah?” Enjin raised a brow, his chest concaving when you teased his cock, “Do you not remember what happened last time?”

The last time you’d had unprotected sex, you’d had a scare that resulted in Enjin searching trash piles for the chance of finding a pregnancy test. The futile search ended with you sat in front of the doctor being told that you weren’t pregnant, a result that Enjin still had to foot the bill for— but the stress and panic that came along with it were priceless.

“We shouldn’t risk it.” He shook his head, spreading your thighs apart, “I’ll still make you cum, baby.”

“Enjin, please,” You were whining now, but you didn’t even care, “Just pull out.”

It was cute that you trusted him enough to be able to pull out once he felt your warm, wet walls wrapped around his cock. Especially without the security and safety of that pesky latex barrier that always got in the way, and pinched around the base of his cock to stop him from feeling every inch of you.

His resolve was crumbling in front of you, and you could tell. Your fingers push down on the fat tip, dragging it through your messy folds as it caught against your tight hole. Gasping in satisfaction from the contact as you curved your hips, trying to angle them to dip him further inside. Your fluttering, unprepped hole practically inviting him in.

Just one slight buck of your hips and he’d practically be inside you. Stealing the air from your lungs when his swollen cockhead finally breaches your tight hole.

The stretch was intense. A high pitched mewl escaping your lips as you felt him begin to stretch you open, your cunt swallowing him as he rut his hips instinctively. Burying more of his length deeper in your pliant walls, eyes focused on the way you sucked him in as he disappeared inside you.

Fuck. Enjin grunts, watching you take him inch by inch as your warmth engulfed him. He’d forgotten how good you felt like this, and this was the exact moment he realised what a terrible idea it was. At this rate he wouldn’t even be able to stop himself as he felt you pulse around him. Tightening his grip on your hips as he released the breath he didn’t even realise he was holding, certain he’d leave bruises in his wake as he stared down at the debauched sight beneath him.

Canting your hips pathetically as you tried to move beneath his harsh grip, doing nothing but pressing the thick tip against the spongy spot inside you as you ground yourself against his cock. At this rate he won’t even last a couple of measley thrusts, so Enjin knows he should pull out— to stop this before it goes any further.

But it had already gone far enough— when your warm hands grab for his shoulders and try to pull his frame down on top of you. The movement only serves to bury his cock even deeper inside your pliant walls as he chokes back a groan, and he starts to wonder why he’s even trying to stop you when the damage is surely already done.

“Oh, fuck. Baby,” He groans as he styles for a moment, cherishing the way your silky walls cling to him with no barriers, no limits.

“Fuck me please, Enjin.” You mewl, “I need it.”

And who is he to deny you?

He’s feral, using the harsh grip on your hips to slam you down on his cock. The rough hairs at the base tickle your clit with each downward motion, your slick mattes into it as you soak his length. Drooling down his balls as you cherish the sensation, trying to remember the last time he felt this good.

“So pretty, baby.” He coos, the shlick pap, pap, pap of his hips against yours fill the dingy room as he fucks into you with urgency. His chest heaves as he feels every inch of you pulse around him, coaxing him in and spurning him on as he sets a brutal pace.

It really has been way too fucking long.

Enjin is certain he’s going insane, delirium takes over as he feels you writhe beneath him. Focused on the way your tits bounce with each rough thrust as a feeble ‘oh’ leaves your lips every time he pushes back inside you, like a record stuck on repeat as he drives forward to pull the sound from you.

“You feel so good, Enjin,” You husk, “So fucking deep.”

Every ounce of restraint has left him now, and his balls are dangerously tight already. Throbbing at the prospect of emptying themselves into your warm, drooling heat. But he’s got to be good, he’s got to show restraint. Everything will be fine, he’ll be able to pull out like this and empty his release onto your stomach.

Enjin is certain there’s nothing in this world or all of the Heavens that feels as good as your warm, wet unprotected cunt feels wrapped around his thick cock. He leans down to pull one of your taut nipples between his teeth, lashing his tongue against it as he begins to suck hard. He feels the way your body responds to him, cunt clenching around his cock as more sinful noises slip past your lips.

“Oh my god,” You cry out, you always were so fucking noisy, positive the rest of the compound would be able to hear you “I’m close already.”

Enjin pushes two fingers inside your mouth in a feeble attempt to silence you, pressing down on the pad of your tongue as you pant hard. Closing your lips around them as you suck against his digits, doing nothing but exasperating the throb in his pelvis as he imagines your pretty lips wrapped around his cock.

“Fuck, cum inside me please,” You babble incoherently, drunk on pleasure as the words are muffled by his fingers.

“That ain’t what we agreed.” He practically spits between clenched teeth because how is he supposed to deny you when you sound like that. His cock throbs in agreement with you, and Enjin is certain he’ll have to pull out now before it’s too late. He gives the side of your thigh, just below the swell of your ass a firm spank as you throb around him, “Stop being naughty.”

Enjin’s certain he could do anything to you when you’re like this now. So completely fucked out of your mind, completely intoxicated with arousal. You’d let him cum wherever he pleased without the faintest thought of the dangerous repercussions, burying his cock inside you to kiss your cervix as he douses your pliant walls with his spend. Pulling out to watch it drool from your abused hole before fucking it deeper inside you and filling you again, and again. Until your cunt is stuffed full and drooling with the soppy mixture of your combined releases. Until it all becomes too much and you’re begging for him to stop—

Fuck, he’s got to pull out now or he won’t at all. Enjin’s breath fans your face as he fists the sheets on either side of your head. Leaning his weight off you as he moves his hips back, hissing at the loss of contact.

“Please,” You gasp when you feel him begin to pull out, your thighs tighten around his hips as you lock your ankles behind his ass. Your painted nails dig into his broad shoulders as you cling to him for dear life, even your cunt feels tighter as Enjin chokes back a moan.

“You’re not behaving,” He bites through clenched teeth, hands move to your hips to hold you down in a feeble attempt to make you obey, “You’re being a brat.”

His blunt cockhead brushes your cervix as thick tears clump in your lashes, blinking them back to stare up at him with pleading eyes. Dangerously close to your bliss as you find yourself teetering on the edge of your release.

“Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.” You chant in a dull mantra as your cunt tightens around him, practically trying to milk him of his release as Enjin is positive now your hips will be bruised from how hard he’s gripping to them.

“You said—” He snarls, trying to stop his final string of willpower from snapping.

“I know, I know,” You whine, “But I need it, please.”

How is he supposed to deny you now?

He cants his hips forward, feeling your thighs tighten around him even more as they limit his movement. Barely able to grind against you as the blunt tip of him spears the spongy spot inside you with each rough thrust. He’s losing his mind, he’s certain of it, from how fucked out you look beneath him.

“You need to let go, sweetheart,” He grunts, trying one more time to pull back from your tight cunt, his hands grip your thighs to try to loosen your grip, “I’m fuckin’ close.”

“No!” You tighten your grip in retaliation, shaking your head, “I want it, please—”

You’d sign his death sentence one day, he’s certain of it. Your fingers move down your tummy to rest over your mound as you press sloppy circles into your clit. The tips of your nails catch against the matted hair at his base as he tilts his head to watch your debauched movements, feeling the way you begin to clamp down around him when he knows you’re about to cum.

"Enjin, I'm gonna— I'm cumming,” And you do— you cum hard.

And then he fucking loses it.

“Fuckin’ shit—” Enjin’s hips buck wildly as the last bit of resolve he’s been clinging to crumbles to nothing, “You little minx.”

As soon as he feels your walls begin to clamp down around him, he’s a goner. Eyes roll back into his skull as he spills thick white ropes of cum deep inside your unprotected cunt. His hips buck wildly as he’s lost to the pleasure, your walls eagerly milking him of all he’s got to give as he fucks his spend deeper inside you. Inside your ripe, fertile womb.

“Oh, fuck. Oh, shit.” He snarls, blunt painted nails dig into your hips as he holds you steady, emptying his balls inside you as he coats your insides. Leaning down to press a sloppy kiss to your pouty lips as he gives you every last drop, so much that it leaks down his shaft and balls and onto the sheets beneath you.

“This is your fault.” He groans as your thighs finally go lax, allowing him to slip his softening cock from your pulsing walls as he looks down between your thighs at the mess you made. He refuses to blame himself for this, especially when it’s all your fault.

It’s obscene. The way his cum drools out of your abused hole and trickles down towards your ass, pooling on the sheets between your legs as Enjin wonders how that’s all his. It can’t be, some of it has got to be you too. The creamy rings around the base of his cock evidence of your arousal as he leans down closer to spread your folds open with his thumbs. Watching intently as your stretched hole continues to pulse around nothing as it pushes more of his seed out.

“Enjin, don’t.” Your hips jerk when he presses two slender digits inside your entrance, shamelessly fucking his cum back inside you with his fingers as he scoops some up that drooled down towards your asshole. Next time he’d fuck you there so he doesn’t have to worry about you being all round and plump with his child— not that that would even be the worse thing in the world, he ponders. His spent cock already stirs to life at the thought, half hard and throbbing at the prospect as he settles himself lower. Wrapping his arms around your upper thighs as he presses a wet, open-mouthed kiss to your puffy clit.

“Fuck, I’m too sensitive.” You whine as he tongues your slit, following the trail of your release as he prods it inside your worn hole. Pushing it inside you to scoop out the globs of his release as he sucks it into his mouth, nose bumping your clit as your fingers immediately thread through his messy blond hair.

There’s just so much, he’s definitely going to have to take you to the Doctors the next morning he thinks. Nudging your clit with his nose as he adds a solo finger to join his tongue, scooping as much of his seed from your quivering hole as he can while he works you towards another climax.

“Enjin,” You cry out in bliss, toes curling as you gush around him. Trying to blink back the white spots that cloud your vision as he presses a few more sloppy kisses to your overstimulated sex, thankful that he’s managed to get most of his spend from your weeping hole although he’s certain it’s not enough.

Moving up your body to grip your jaw between his thumb and forefinger as he forces your mouth open, puckering his lips as he spits a mixture of spit and your combined release onto your tongue. Feeling the depraved mixture hit the back of your throat as you swallow it eagerly, tasting him on your tongue as desire begins to swirl in your abdomen once more. Noticing his cock is still half-hard and glistening with your slick as you reach down to wrap your palm around him, but Enjin’s reflexes are quicker as he catches your wrist in one hand.

“Don’t you dare,” He groans, “You’ve already got us into this much of a mess. We’re going to have to go to the Doctors first thing.”

“So,” You practically sing as Enjin flops down onto the worn mattress beside you with a huff, already knowing exactly where this is going, “If we have to go anyway, we might as well make the most of it.”

You’re already shifting beside him to swing your thigh over his hips to settle on top of him with a smug grin. His cock nestled below your warm heat as you drag yourself along the length of him, “Think about the money you’ll save on condoms.”

Yeah, and all the galla wasted on emergency contraception, Enjin groans internally.

Although his thoughts are swiftly forgotten the moment you wrap your hand around the base of him to sink yourself down on him inch by inch. Suddenly he’s not so angry that he got sold a dud condom, not when he feels the way your silky walls cling to every inch of him as you hit the base.

Yeah, it was worth it.

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TOJI FUSHIGURO

— : [nsfw] blowjob

— : kink :: shibari

toji thinks you look good in anything. he’s taken it upon himself to spoil you as much as he can because you deserve to be dressed in pretty clothes. you were just so beautiful but the dark colours against your skin was always his favourite.

especially deep and rich reds. there was just something about the colour that brought out your pretty eyes and it made his dick hard whenever he saw you like this.

he was careful when choosing the rope. it had to be the perfect colour for his favourite girl.

he was meticulous when it came to you and knowing your body. the fact that you trusted him this much made his heart do funny things and he didn’t like to think about just how bad he had it for you.

you gladly put your arms behind your back, head down when he walked into your shared bedroom with the rope. you were nervous, feeling the butterflies explode in your stomach when you felt it touch your skin.

he instructed you to keep your arms behind your back as he began to tie the knots on your upper half, beginning with your clavicle. you counted four knots like he told you to and he rewarded you with a gentle kiss on your lips.

you couldn’t help but chase after him and he chuckles, always finding your enthusiasm adorable.

he made sure that while the rope was tight, it didn’t hurt too much and when you moved, it only cut into your skin a little but you enjoyed the sensation much more than you thought you would.

with the leftover rope, he was careful and took his time as he brought the rope between your legs, the rope now leading behind you.

he teased your clit through your lacy panties when he was done, gently forcing you onto your knees so he could look at you.

“so beautiful” he whispers and you were too far gone to feel shy about his praises or the way he stared at your naked body, naked aside from the new panties he bought you.

“i could look at you like this forever” he grins, “keep you all tied up and safe.. all to myself”

“yes” you say without really thinking about it, “I want it”

“yeah?” he laughs, leaning down to kiss you.

the kiss is harder and more intense than earlier and you can see how hard he is through the grey sweatpants he had on.

“you really like this?” you can’t help but ask and he tilts his head to the side, gripping himself through his pants.

“you have no idea” he admits, “let me fuck your mouth first baby”

you nod as he pulls you closer, laying you on your back as he sits next to your head. it’s slightly uncomfortable but he adjusts you so your head is settled on his lap.

he taps your cheek with his cock, pressing the tip into your mouth before pulling back out. he laughs when you pout, glaring at him as if he’s taken your favourite toy away from you.

“shit” he grunts when you swallow him down easily, the tip hitting the back of your throat.

your eyes start to water immediately and in moments like this, he thinks you look the best. you maintain eye contact and suck hard around him and he moans, biting his lip.

“just like that” he holds the back of your head as he starts to thrust up into your mouth. he’s big so he knows he needs to take his time.

you’ve gotten better at taking him, never one to back down despite being scared at first.

he couldn’t wait to make a mess of you so all you’d think about was him.

[kissagii]

Yo! I have a doozy of a request >:)

Okay mha, aizawa, with an adult son/daughter (idk the gender neutral term. Child?? I think it's child?) Who is a hero overseas and one day DIES.

Aizawa hears it some how, goes into grieving, and then...

Reader just shows up... in his house... raiding his fridge (but make it funny)

It turns out reader had to fake their death to go undercover to kick some villans butt and they needed to lay low for a while so they came back home.

Comfort angst-turned Crack!

got it! i loved this concept, it's so amazing <3 <3 <3

i don't think i went crazy enough with the comedy because for some reason i felt like a more wholesome route would work better

safe and sound

aizawa x child!reader ; wc. 0.9k

cw: cursing, reader is presumed dead, it's a lil graphic, not proofread

There were times when Aizawa Shota regretted becoming a father. This was one of them. He knew that his profession put his child in danger of losing a parent at any moment, but he promised himself every day that he would return home safely for their sake. It was what kept him going. But what he had never expected was that he would be the one to lose someone so dear to his heart in a hero mission.

Aizawa was in the middle of a nap when Kaminari shouted the news. “OH MY GOD, THE X-TEAM VANISHED!”

Aizawa knew that team all too well: it was your team.

“Give me that,” He muttered, taking Kaminari’s phone from his hand and skimming through the article. 

X-Team… heroes sent abroad… villain ambush… notorious killers… location unknown… heroes vanished… presumed dead. He reread those last few words. “All heroes presumed dead.” It couldn’t be - it just couldn’t. You had to be alive… you had to.

In that moment, as he sobbed on the floor of his classroom, Aizawa Shota wished he had never encouraged you to be a hero, never let you join the agency known for taking on the most brutal internatonal missions, never taken in a child with such immense potential only for that potential to be cut short in such a terrible accident.

Weeks of searching were to no avail. Try as they might, international heroes could find nothing regarding the X-Team’s location, not a piece of clothing, or a message, or a villain that might spill. Until they found the bodies. Three of them, young adults, disfigured beyond identifiability. But one of them lined up with you - same height, build, gender, age… and clearly the victim of the villains you were chasing. For all Aizawa knew, it was you.

Aizawa Shota is a tired man. He always has been. But weeks of sleepless nights, long days of worrying, and the nightmares… it took a toll on him. He was barely functioning as a teacher and as a hero. Only pure exhaustion would make him sleep, and what little rest he got would never last. So it was no surprise when he, having not slept in days, hallucinated a person in his house.

Illuminated only by the light of the fridge (which, he noticed, had been largely emptied of its contents), the imaginary person turned to him and waved, mouth full of food.

“‘Ello!” They said, grinning. Aizawa knew that voice. That was your voice.

“Oh god… I’m losing it,” He muttered to himself, “I’m fucking hallucinating.”

“But you’re not though? Waittt are there two of me? Or a shadow demon in the corner? HI SHADOW DEMON!!” 

Perhaps it really was you - his child, the little creature he raised from nothing, his reason for living and the most amazing person in his life. 

“Ah, shit, you probably think I’m dead, don’t you? Long story short it was a whole scheme, our cover got blown so we had to hide for a while, the villains wanted to make it look like they killed us, we got in undercover with some reinforcements and they took forever to get to us, then all of a sudden we get out of our hidey hole and everyone thinks we’re dead? I dunno, it was pretty wild though. Sorry for spookin’ you… but we got the job done so it’s fine, right?”

Your father collapsed into your arms. Your very solid, very real, very alive arms. For weeks it had seemed hopeless, like he’d truly lost you. But all that time… all that time you were working diligently, making the best of your situation, the dedicated child he loved so much. Home at last, safe.

“Dad? Daaaaad. There’s really no need to cry, I’m fine! Yeah it was messy, but hey, it all turned out fine! It always does, doesn’t it?” Though you complained, you missed your father. Two months away from home, one of which was spent cut off from most of the world, took a toll on you too.

“Kiddo… you can’t just scare me like that,” Whatever strength he had left was put entirely into the rib-cracking embrace he gave you, tears soaking into your shirt, “I thought you were dead. I thought I lost you.”

“Hey dad, do you remember what you told me when I was little?” He nodded. “How I wasn’t allowed to worry about you when you went on missions because you’d always find a way back to me? Well, now that I’ve gone pro, I think it’s time that bargain went both ways. Because our silly little family - Auntie Kamaya, Uncle Yamada, those other kids you adopted from UA, you, and me - we’ll stick together.”

Aizawa let go of you, placing his hands firmly on your shoulders and looking into your eyes, “Yeah… I’ll try not to worry. Now I’m going to sleep… and you’d better have the fridge reorganized by the time I wake up.”

“Reorganized, restocked, and breakfast on the table. For all the stress I caused you,” You promised as he trudged to his room. Now, there was only one issue between you and seet, sweet sleep - how the hell were you going to get groceries to make breakfast if the whole country thought you were dead???

©king-of-dreamers 2022

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backstage girlfriend continuation prompt:

r still stays to watch but is obviously hurt and stays silent while watching deciding if it’s still worth their relationship when they’re constantly hiding it and then leaves once Harry closes the show with only letting a crew member know

Backstage Girlfriend | Pt. 2

Pt. 1 | Pt. 3

Word Count: 1.4k

Category: Angst

Warning: Swear words

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Despite the thoughts that were telling you to leave, you couldn’t bring yourself to. 

The moment you left Harry was the moment he was called on stage, and your footsteps to a secluded area backstage were quick, wanting time alone and out of everyone’s sight.

Harry knew how to put a front. Off stage, he was a shy person who would brush off all compliments and blush at the slightest of praise, but on stage? He pranced, sang, shouted, interacted, and he was a level A entertainer. 

So despite the heavy feeling in his heart, Harry was giving his show. 

You were sat on a stray stool, body arched uncomfortably as you watched him from what seemed like shadows with a smile on your face that you couldn’t control, but it was during the times when he talked that you seemed to put effort into shutting your thoughts and listening to him.

Never had you ever thought about being in the position you were in. You never thought you’d have to share Harry in any way, fake or not. You never would’ve guessed that there would be another pair of lips to kiss his and it wasn’t even a movie. It was all real, and you were watching from a backstage area even when he was nowhere near an arena.

Your throat was tight with tears and emotions you wished you could suppress, eyes stinging with tears you wanted so badly to control that it had given you a headache. You felt like shit and you hated that out of all nights, it was that one night. You hated that you felt like shit because of your relationship. 

You caught the way he glanced to the side where he wished he could see you so many times. You watched his face shift, as if he was dropping a mask for a second or two before putting his game face on to the audience. So why did you feel so far away from him?

It was during Love Of My Life when you stood up and approached a crew member, “Hey,” you plastered a small smile, “If Harry asks, tell him I went back home, will you?”

He nodded, “Are…you okay?” He awkwardly asked, “Do you need anything?”

“No, it’s okay. Thank you,” you smiled again before grabbing your phone to request a car as you left the arena. 

Harry was feeling like shit. It was crazy how he could stand on a stage, singing to people who were screaming his name and dressed to the nines to see him and he was feeling like shit, but he was. His stomach felt funny, his heart felt heavy, and he felt like the lyrics didn’t make sense when the subject of all his inspiration was sad. It made him feel worse whenever he looked at Anne and Gemma and found Olivia between them, the place where you should have been.

It wasn’t a surprise that he was rushing after he finished, taking long strides to backstage so he could find you.

He was mid-step when a hand reached and was placed on his shoulder, making him turn and look at a familiar face from the crew, “Hey, mate, your friend told me to let you know that she went home.”

Friend. 

Harry’s mouth felt dry, taking a breath in as he nodded before giving the guy a small fake smile, “Thanks, mate.”

And then he was worried some more.

Post-show rituals were cut short. He wasn’t completely focused as he was getting complimented on the show and receiving hugs and cheek kisses from those close. He wanted to go home.

It was ironic how he was speeding to you, but you were packing a duffle bag to leave the very place he wanted nothing more than to be at. 

“Stupid tears,” you mumbled to yourself before sniffling, “Stupid fucking tears giving me a fucking headache.” 

You had changed your clothes into a more comfortable outfit, your face fresh because if you were going to take a decision this big, you at least wanted to feel clean from all the humid of backstage.

“Y/N?” You heard his voice and your stomach dropped, “Baby?”

You didn’t know what to say so you trusted that Harry would find you.

The air felt off, like something was happening and Harry hated it. He hated arguments with you. He hated when things weren’t okay with you.

But most of all, he hated the look you gave him the moment he found you in the room.

His eyes went from you to the bag before going back to you as you finished zipping it up. You awkwardly fiddled with your fingers, looking at him at the doorway. 

“What’s that?” 

You stayed quiet, glancing at the bag beside you before looking at him. 

“Y/N,” he softly called, taking anxious steps towards you as he pointed at the bag, “Are you leaving?” Harry asked, looking at you. It was like all words were wiped from your brain because Harry took a harsh breath before he spoke again, “Answer me, Y/N, please for fuck’s sake.”

“I’m leaving,” you replied quickly. 

“The house?” He asked, “Or me?” 

“I-” You paused, reaching up to rub your eye before sniffling, “I can’t do this.”

Harry let out a chuckle of disbelief, shaking his head slightly, “There’s no wa-Baby, I-” He shook his head again, “Let’s work it out, yeah? We can talk.”

“I’m done talking, Harry,” you cried, “You’re okay with this. You’re okay with pushing me to the background of your–of your fucking life so you could have publicity or whatever it is that Jeff wants,” you said, looking into his eyes, “And I don’t deserve that.”

“It’s almost over. It’s almo-”

“It’s not about the duration!” You snapped, “It’s the thought! It’s you being okay with me standing back there,” you pointed behind you, “Watching you like a fucking loser because I only want what’s best for you. But that’s the problem! That’s the fucking problem! I want what’s best for you,” you pointed at yourself before your shoulders slumped, sight going unclear as your eyes grew tearful, “And you want what’s best for you, too, and it doesn’t matter that I’m getting hurt in the middle.”

“You said you were fine with this at the beginning,” Harry said.

“I never said that,” you shook your head, “I said I want what’s best for you but you can’t read the fucking room. It shouldn’t be a surprise that your girlfriend is hurt by you kissing someone else, Harry. It shouldn’t.”

“So you were going to leave me? Without even talking to me?” Harry pointed at himself, jaw clenching but not in anger, but rather as if he was stopping himself from crying as his nose got red.

“I’m leaving, Harry,” you stated tiredly, “There’s no need for you to worry about anyone backstage anymore.”

“Can we–Please, we can talk,” his hands reached for yours. 

“Harry, please,” you sighed, looking at him, “What is there to talk about? How instead of telling Jeff to fuck off when he’s throwing all this stunt bullshit at you, you tell me that it’s going to end? How I had to watch you come to his and Glenne’s wedding with your hand in hers as I was told to blend in? How–How you knew I wanted nothing more than to support you tonight but you–God, Harry!” You cried, taking a step back as you wiped your cheek, “It’s like you know I’ll always be here, waiting for you and you just–you just take advantage of it.”

“I’m sorry,” he shook his head, “I’m sorry. I didn’t know I was making you–I didn’t know I was being like that,” he sniffled, grazing his bottom lip before he let a breath out, trying to calm down, “I promise you–”

“No,” you shook your head, “No promises, Harry. Nothing,” you said before gulping and taking a step towards him, softly caressing his cheek with your hand, “I love you, but I can’t be your backstage girlfriend anymore,” you gently said, giving yourself a moment to look at him, to take him in, before you leaned forward, leaving a soft peck on the corner of his mouth before you closed your eyes, “I haven’t–” You took a shaky breath, still in your position, “I haven’t felt comfortable kissing you knowing her lips touched yours for a while now.”

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STRESS (part 1)

Eddie Munson x reader (sorry couldn’t think of a better title)

STRESS (PART 2), STRESS (PART 3)

Eddie Munson is your short term weed provider and long term best friend. You’ve known him since you were in elementary school. You befriended him in 3rd grade. Plus, most importantly, you loved to listen to him ramble on and on about whatever: D&D, music, guitars, bands, movies, and much much more.

Recently though, life has been stressful for you. Your mom has been bringing men home again, and you can’t help but want to escape. It takes everything you have to wait for graduation and your diplomas before getting out of this shit town as soon as you can. Of course, you never shared your feelings on this with Eddie; after all, how do you tell your best friend you want to run away with him and never look back because your life in your small town is killing you and you're in love with him. 

No, Eddie didn’t know any of that, but he could tell you were stressed, you asking for weed only drove that point home. Eddie knew your life wasn’t great, and that you sometimes were really annoyed with life, but then again, it’s not either of you have the best home life. Eddie lives with his uncle and you live with your mom. Your house is only slightly nicer than his place.

But, you don’t voice your concerns and worries to Eddie. You hide the late notices claiming your rent still needs to be paid for this month, much less the other bill that would come by the end of the week. You pretended that your mother was trying to find a job when really she was just trying to find another guy to go home with. You thought, I can handle this; I’m almost done. You thought you and Eddie would finally confess your feelings to each other and would ride off into the sunset in his van. Actually, no you didn’t, but that is beside the point. 

You wanted to leave so badly. You wanted to grab the backpack sitting in your closet, containing food, water, cash, clothes, a pocket knife, and whatever other item your 13 year old self had put in it at the time. You wanted to take it and just run away. You wanted to remove yourself from all of the problems. 

You wanted to go, but you would never leave without Eddie. Sweet, kind, beautiful, funny, comical, loving, adorable Eddie. God, why did nerdy you have to fall for him all those years ago? 

If you didn’t you may have made it out. You would never have to worry about cursed Hawkins and murder and a whole other dimension. 

But, tick tock, your time was running out when it came to being left in blissful peace and ignorance. 

Instead you closed your window that night and put your bag back where you stuffed it all that time ago. You sat on your bed and cried. You couldn’t take the drugs. You flushed the cannabis down the toilet.

School the next morning was hell, except for lunch. You loved to watch and listen to Eddie ramble on and on. You smiled and laughed at your dorky friend as he leapt up to the table, continuing with his monologue. 

After school was better though, you got to be with him, by his side, arms pressed together, always some sort of contact. Fucking hell, you loved him, you wanted to hold his hand, you wanted to wear his rings, you wanted to be consumed by his jacket, and, god, did you just want to tell him that you loved him.

But time was ticking away and the sands of the hourglass were slipping through the curved sides, falling to the end of the countdown. You couldn’t say it. You couldn’t grab his hand, so you just went home.

You did your homework quickly and then started to clean your house. In all honesty, you skipped dinner and just went upstairs to your bedroom. You sat down at your desk and stared at the photos of you and Eddie. 

There was one of you and him playing D&D when you were in middle school. Another of the two of you at the talent show when his band had played. The third one of you and him were from a picture taken at school your freshman year. His arm was wrapped around you, his mouth showed a giant smile, and his eyes were crinkling from laughter. You leaned into him, your head on his shoulder.

You had three other photos on your desk. You had a family photo of you and your mother and father. The next one was of just your father and you. Small, young, and naive little you was situated on his shoulders looking at the fireworks in the sky. The last photo was just of Eddie, he sat in his normal spot as dungeon master, you didn’t even realize that the polaroid would come out perfect. He was smiling at you from his chair. His eyes only on you as you kept all of his attention and verbal affections that game. You didn’t look at the photo till the end of the session. When Eddie saw it he joked about how good he looked and how incredible your photography skills were. You offered it to him, but he said you could keep it, pressing the photo back into your hand. 

That was the closest and most intimate you two had been really. His face was only inches from yours and you both had so badly wanted to act on your mutual feelings, but neither of you did.

So instead, you pocketed the photo, smiled, thanked him for the incredible game, and left for home.

The home you are sitting in right now. The home in which you are staring at the grandfather clock protruding from your wall, the pendulum swinging back and forth, ticking down the time you have left.

[mlmxreader]

Can't Let You Go | David Hesh Walker x gn!reader

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↳ ❝ Pssst.... what if, hear me out here... I know "I think he's come back for his noon feeding" is from Jaws but!!! It's Y/N feeding people to their beloved that got turned into a zombie because they just CANNOT let go. Beloved in question is Hesh.

Optional but would be very funny if Logan helped capture victims because "It's not too different from hunting deer." and he also can't let Hesh go. The brother in law helps out.

Also optional, but would be interesting if Hesh could somewhat remember things even un-dead. Like Y/N tells him "I love you." and he'll sign it back because muscle memory or some shit. Establish a bit of motive for the whole "Letting my dead boyfriend murder and eat you." thing. - @tokillamockingbird427 ❞

: ̗̀➛ You're the only to blame for what happens to him, yet even still, between you and Logan, nobody can be quite sure who is less willing to part ways with him even though they know they should.

: ̗̀➛ swearing, smoking, graphic depictions of corpses, fatal injuries described in detail, MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, murder, gun violence

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You blamed yourself for it, more than anything, knowing that the others had done everything that they could whilst you were over with a different task force doing some training; it was your fault that he had gotten that way. Your fault that he turned into a monster.

You should have known that the people they were after would have used the gas; infecting Hesh when he was alone in the control room.

You should have protected him, and look what you had done; he was far from the Hesh you had fallen in love with.

His beautiful, smooth skin was now covered in dried blood, the white cloth he had tried to use to protect himself was melted into his skin and had torn open to expose his fleshless jaw. Hanging on by tendons, dribbles of blood staining the once white fabric.

His skin was grey, pale and thick like a dying scab. Claw marks on his head where he had tried to fight the infection. His right eye was completely gone, melted from his skull and exposing the deep and empty socket; you could see right through to the back of his skull.

Bits of bubbled flesh stuck to his lower eyelid. A hole in the side of his neck where he had tried to kill himself in desperation, blistered flesh around the entry point. His hands were cracked and blistered, skin hanging off in thick scabs constantly, all up to his shoulders.

He could hardly speak, the words sounding more like an imitation of human speech; he sounded human in voice, but the words were just wrong. You had done this. It had all been your fault.

You and Logan knew you couldn’t let him go out on his own, knew that he couldn’t be given up to the US military; you also both knew that you needed Hesh, you needed him around. A life without Hesh… you didn’t want to imagine it, and neither did Logan.

Logan had never been without his big brother, and you had been Hesh’s significant other for so long that you just couldn’t stomach the thought of being without him anymore.

Together, you and Logan took Hesh to a cabin in the woods that you had been left in an inheritance; you put up six foot tall fences made of thick wood with a doggy door that only opened if Riley’s microchip was scanned, and ensured that the rest of the property was littered with barbed wire and traps to make absolutely sure that no one would ever find Hesh.

No cellular phones. No internet. No computers. Never anything that could ever be tracked to the location, not even burner phones.

Nobody else was ever allowed to know; Logan told Elias and Keegan that he was going to see some friends for a while whenever he came to visit Hesh, and you had no one to talk to anyway so you didn’t really need to worry about anyone finding out.

You moved into the cabin, Logan could only ever visit when he could manage to get away. It worked well enough, though, nobody in, nobody out except you and Logan.

If he ever felt like he was being followed, he would immediately drive past the cabin and head down to the local hotel; sign in under his own name, and remain there until it was time for him to go back to Elias’s house.

Never risk anything.

You were both adamant about that.

But every day, even though it always came back the same, you would always check Hesh’s state over and you would always try and clean up some of the wounds; he would sit there patiently, watching you with such softness in his eyes that it was almost hard to believe that he wasn’t fully human anymore.

No heartbeat. No respiratory rate. No reaction to being tapped on the knees or elbows. He didn’t bleed when he got paper cuts from thorns he picked up. He didn’t feel anything when he bumped into objects around the cabin. Never even flinched.

He didn’t sleep. He didn’t produce any bodily fluids like sweat, drool or mucus. He was a rotted corpse, through and through, but he didn’t seem to be rotting even more; like the gas had caused him to decompose up to a certain point and then let him be.

You almost wondered if they did it in hopes of creating soldiers, but you didn’t really care.

Hesh was still mostly himself; still pressed himself to your back when he saw you cooking, still nuzzled into you at night while you slept, still smiled and grinned when he saw you singing and dancing as you put the washing away.

He was still free to roam during the day, though, having access to everything within the six foot tall fence at least; it spanned quite a large area, but you still worried.

You checked every day to make sure that every panel was secure so that he wouldn’t get out and get caught by someone who wouldn’t understand.

Didn’t change the fact that he was always so fucking cold to the touch, though. His fingers always felt like ice, and his lips never failed to make you shiver; it took a while to get used to it when he peppered kisses along your neck like he used to when he came home from deployment.

But like every other being on the planet, Hesh still needed to feed; he still needed to eat, and you and Logan knew what you had to do; you knew that Logan was a skilled hunter, but you still felt bad about asking even though you knew he would agree - you still felt bad about asking him to do such a thing, knowing how much it would hurt you both.

But you had to keep Hesh going, you couldn’t let him fade away, you couldn’t let him leave - neither of you were ready for that, you needed him.

It started out small.

Logan would go hunting in the woods when tourism was slower and there were less people around to notice him going after whatever game there was; he would hunker down, wait for one to become separated from the herd to get lost, and then take the shot when it wasn’t looking.

He made sure to never use his car, and to always be within walking distance; leaving the prey on the small table you had made for Hesh. He would wash his hands of the blood he had spilled, watching Hesh bite chunks from the large carcass, tearing it apart with grunts and growls.

But it was only deer, that was all; it was only ones that ever became separated from the herd, and it was only ones that wouldn’t really be noticed. 

“We can’t keep this up,” Logan whispered. “Someone’s gonna find out - I know it’s only… deer. But still.”

You frowned, knowing that he was right. “We need to find a new herd, that’s all… there’s an unmarked, inconspicuous trailer… it’s big enough for a deer or two… and you can attach it to the car. Just say you’re using it to help someone move.”

“And the blood?” Logan asked with a raised brow. 

“I’ve got some buck fur,” you admitted. “And antler velvet, a few hooves leftover from old taxidermy - covers it up nicely.”

Logan nodded, pursing his lips as he looked over at Hesh, who was reaching into his chest; the flesh separated easily, a gaping hole of pale grey flesh hanging open like putty, when he heard a crack, Logan growled softly.

“Hesh! No!”

Hesh looked at Riley, then back at Logan, pouting. “Fetch?”

“No!” Logan commanded, huffing loudly. “Not with your own ribs!”

You whirled around, looking at what Hesh had done and sighing heavily. “Oh, baby… come here, let’s get that sorted.”

Hesh looked at you sadly as you examined the open hole. “Bad?”

You shook your head, looking up at him as you sighed and dared to gently kiss his scarred forehead. “You’re not bad, Hesh… you’re okay. You just made a little mistake ‘s all.”

He nodded slowly, sighing. “Miss. Be. Warm.”

Your breath hitched a little as you swallowed thickly. “I know… I know…”

He outstretched his arm, a loud peeling sound coming from the insides of his elbows where the flesh was full of sharp scaps; taking a step forward, he tilted his head down slightly.

Even in death, that fucker still knew how to use the puppy dog eyes with only just one eye, and you couldn’t fucking resist; wrapping your arms around him and letting him snuggle into you as you held him.

It seemed like he couldn’t get enough, trying to keep you as close as he possibly could and trying to get his hands under your clothes; yet he couldn’t feel the warmth against his hands, and he couldn’t tell if his own were getting colder or warmer.

He just knew that he missed the feeling of being warm, and that he missed being able to actually feel you; the sensation of sweating at night because you were snuggled into one another and he was overheating beneath the thick duvet.

You missed the feeling of his warm hands on your body, almost scared to touch him thanks to the ice; it made you feel like a part of you was missing, a chopped off limb. A removed organ. You sighed, your eyes thick with tears as you sniffled, letting him go and gently kissing his cold, cracked lips.

“Logan?”

“Yeah?”

“Do me a favour,” you told him, turning away from Hesh.

Logan shrugged. “Sure.”

“Let me borrow your rifle,” you said, voice shaking. “I need to go hunting.”

Logan silently pointed over to where he had left it, and watched as you and Riley left the fenced off area, leaving him alone with his brother. He looked at him, studying his brother's features. He knew that it was still Hesh; when he looked into that sad, singular eye, he could still see his brother trapped within it.

Yet his cheeks were completely gone, the flesh sloughed off long ago during the gas attack, leaving the sides of his jaws hanging on by tendons and strings from the stained cloth. His hands were blistered and bloodied, no longer the calloused hands of his elder brother who used to ruffle his hair when he was upset.

His arms were covered in thick, long scabs just like the scratches across his hairline. His chest was agape, the skin slapping against itself dryly when it caught the slight wind. Of course Logan knew that it was still his brother, it just didn't look like him anymore.

He swallowed thickly, pulling out a packet of cigarettes from his back pocket and offering one to him; Hesh took it, and put it in his mouth as Logan lit it. The smoke drifting into the hole in his skull where his eye used to be; up close, Logan could see the tunnel all the way to the back of Hesh's skull.

He could see the grey mass of lumpy muscle that should have been pumping and thumping, that should have been light pink and squishy. That should have been a brain. He watched as Hesh took a long drag, but never blew out the smoke again, and he frowned.

In every sense, it was Hesh, Logan knew that, but it was… he was wrong. He was Hesh, but he was wrong. But he was still Hesh, and Logan wasn’t ready to be without him - even if it meant having the wrong one.

He sniffled, daring to look at his brother’s remaining eye as he nodded slowly.

“Dad misses you, y’know,” he said, his voice shaking. “I wish I could bring him here, but… it’d hurt him… but he still talks about you all the time like you’re… still here.”

Hesh nodded. “Still here.”

“You were my big brother,” Logan started, tears in his eyes and his voice falling apart with every syllable that left his mouth.

He wished he could have had more time, he wished he could have even though he knew that he would never.

Still, he cleared his throat, and he dared to continue despite his voice giving out, “you protected me, you taught me how to do all the shit Dad wouldn’t - how to smoke, how to drink, how to misbehave, how to sneak into pubs without ID… and I’m lost without you. I was never… I never wanted to… to be alive without you, man. You were always meant to be there for me, you promised.”

Hesh frowned. “Still here… still brother.”

“I know,” Logan whispered, taking a shaky drag from his cigarette. “But you’re not… you’re not you… you’re not… you’re not alive anymore, and I… I can’t let you go because I can’t picture a life without my big brother.”

“Love,” Hesh growled out, his hands signing the words. Muscle memory. “Love you.”

A sob left Logan as he whimpered and did his best to steady himself. “I love you, too.”

Riley was crouched in the bush next to you, sniffing the air as you steadied Logan’s rifle, hunkered down, you used leaves to pad the gun so that it was even more silenced, and with the commotion from all the lorries nearby, nobody would ever hear a thing.

You had your eyes on the prey, and so did the dog beside you, ready to pounce if you needed him to; you watched as your prey took a few steps forward, right into your sites, and then you pulled the trigger.

It reached up to grab its neck, suddenly slumping to the side and twitching violently; you pulled the trigger again, and this time, an orange spray rained through the woods, and you could easily see that part of the head was missing.

It was done.

Riley ran over, sniffing it and making sure that it was dead before he sat down, waiting for you to come collect your prize; you sighed, grabbing the ankle and trying to ignore the bits of metal slapping your hand as you dragged it.

Riley was the first to go back, while you followed behind shortly after. The dog was happy, but as you hauled your prize onto the slaughter table, you couldn’t help but to feel slightly empty.

Usually, hunting helped you to clear your mind, but… not this time. 

Logan came over, Hesh following behind him, and he looked at what you had managed to get. “Good eating.”

You nodded, removing a boot and tossing it aside with a pile of others. Logan helped you to remove the coat, hat, scarf, gloves, shirt, trousers and underwear in total silence. “Check the coat for a wallet, same with the trousers.”

Logan nodded curtly, heading over to the clothing pile that was steadily starting to pile up against the fence. “On it.”

Hesh stood on the other side of the table, watching as you grabbed a knife. He brought his hands up, and smiled, daring to slowly sign four words: “you are my sunshine.”

You looked at him, and sniffled as you nodded. “My only sunshine.”

“You make happy,” Hesh told you, then pointed at the grey skies. “Even when.”

You couldn’t believe that he still remembered that song, the one you used to sing in the car together when he picked you up for date nights; the one that he was going to sing at your wedding. You wanted to sob, but nodded slowly as you swallowed thickly, watching him head over to his little food table.

You whistled at Logan, and pointed over. “I think he’s come back for his noon feeding.”

Logan nodded, daring to come over and aid you with chopping up the limbs and removing flesh from bone. “Is it wrong I still love him?”

You shook your head, daring to meet his gaze even though your own was teary. “No, because I still do, too… I know… I know he’s not our Hesh, but…”

“But you can’t imagine a life without him,” Logan whispered, picking up a pile of goopy, dripping flesh as he cleared his throat. “Nor me.”

You continued to grab what meat you could while Logan put what was done on Hesh’s table.

Immediately, he gathered up as much as he could in his hands, blood dripping from between his grey fingertips and staining his skin harshly.

He bit into it, a loud squelch echoing all around as he started to rip it apart; Logan could see the bits of flesh moving in his mouth through the holes in his cheeks, and was almost sick at the sight.

Still, he went back and picked up some more meat from your table before giving it to Hesh. 

“We need to burn all of this,” you told him, nodding at the piles of clothes and mouldy bones. “Or at least bury it.”

Logan nodded in agreement. “You got a shovel?”

“Back room in the cabin,” you told him, clearing your throat. “Logan?”

He hummed as he looked back at you.

“You’re the best brother-in-law I could ask for,” you told him sincerely. “Thank you.”

Hesh got up as Logan walked away, dragging himself over to where you were and planting his hands on the table as he glared at you, tilting his head to the side. “Love… love you… my… sunshine.”

He looked pleased with himself, and you just couldn’t help it, grinning as you nodded eagerly. “I love you, too, baby… go eat, you need it. We’ll have more for you tomorrow, alright?”

Hesh nodded, extending his hand and showing you what he had in it, gesturing for you to take some. “Eat.”

You looked at the boneless fingers, and you smiled. “Maybe in a minute, I gotta get all this cleaned up.”

Hesh left them on the table, nudging them your way. “Eat. Love.”

You sighed, licking your lips. “In a minute, I promise.”

He frowned, but reluctantly slunk back to his table; you weren’t really sure what to do, whether to engage in what could only be described as polite cannibalism, or to wait until Hesh was too busy to notice you throw them away.

But you supposed, you deserved such a torment; it was all your fault that Hesh had become what he did, and you knew that you could not change that even if you did your best.

You knew that you deserved such torment for letting him die, for not being able to save the man you loved so much. 

[dragon-kazansky]

Fine piece

Beau 'Cyclone' Simpson x Reader

THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE DUMB AND FUNNY!!!

I literally got the idea from this gif 😭💕

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It was the perfect day for dogfight football, Maverick’s little made up game to help make these pilots a team. Nothing quite like watching these beautiful people running up and down a beach with very little clothing on.

You sat about halfway up the beach, watching them play their game. It was quite the sight. Next to you was Maverick’s chair, which was currently unoccupied as he was out there playing with them. What a sight.

At some point he checked out of the game and made his way over to you, shooting Penny a smile and a wave. Penny was sitting by the bar behind you, watching the game too. Though you were sure she was trying to get some work done. You couldn’t blame her for being distracted though.

“That all you got?” You ask, turning to Mav as he put his shirt on and sat down.

“Why? Have I ruined the view now?” He chuckles.

“Not by much. I still have them to look at,” you grin.

“What am I going to do with you?” He laughs.

“Nothing. Just let me enjoy what I got while I have it,” you turn back to the game.

Pete shakes his head at you and then turns his head back to the game to watch with you. It felt nice for them to all be getting along and seeing them working together. It had been tough going so far.

A shadow casts over Pete and he looks up to find Cyclone standing beside him in uniform. You realise Pete is no longer watching the game and turn to see what he’s looking at. You half expect Penny to have come over but find yourself much more pleasantly surprised.

Beau ‘Cyclone’ Simpson. What a man.

“What is this?” He asks, watching the pilots run around and cheer.

“Dogfight football. Offence and defence at the same time,” Mav replies.

Cyclone turns to say something else to Mav but stops a moment when he sees you sitting there beside the pilot. You’re looking up at him, not even hiding the fact you had been staring at him.

“Are you not playing?” He asks.

That’s probably the most he’s ever said to you outside of the class.

“Nope.”

You can see Maverick and his shit eating grin from the corner of your eye, but you choose to ignore him. 

Cyclone clears his throat and turns away, no longer able to keep looking at you. He feels like he’s been caught doing something he shouldn’t be doing. He stands there for a moment and then turns, walking away. You watch him go, eyes on the prize.

“Hate to see you go, but love watching you walk away,” you say, catching your lip between your teeth as Beau leaves the beach.

Maverick laughs loudly from beside you.

“Not even subtle.”

“Wasn’t trying to be. With an ass that fine, he should know people are going to check him out. Those uniforms don’t do much to hide anything,” you grin at Mav.

Poor Cyclone has no idea how this little visit to beach is going to change his life.

[mamirhodessxox]

The Hang over

Death Island!Leon x Reader

Currently watching The Hangover movie right now and I thought “This would be funny if it were Leon & Y/N’s position!”

Content: Fluff????, Drinking, Smoking, Based off of the hangover movie, Tattoos, unintentional marriage, bad life choices that you shouldn’t make unlike y/n & leon!

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Originally you went on a Vegas Trip to celebrate your bestfriends 26th birthday but that turned into a shit show, You drank ALL night, smoked heavy amounts of weed found yourself in a strip club & then running to a very attractive older guy on the Las Vegas strip & after that you couldn’t remember a thing. So when you woke up everything was a hot mess. Including you. The next day you woke up in a large bed luckily wearing some clothes, You still had your underwear and skirt on but your top & bra was missing. You were barely waking so when you were rubbing your eyes you assumed you were alone in your hotel room.

Wrong. Very very fucking wrong.

You turned around to grab your phone but you felt a warm broad chest on your hand causing you to snatch your arm away and cover your breasts and jump out of bed“WHAT THE FUCK?!” Your loud scream startled the man in your bed that he jumped up in a panic as much as you “where the hell am i!?” “How the fuck did you get in my room!? Who even are you!?” The man looked at you with tired but confused eyes, fuck he was ho- NO. Not right now. “Oh my god please please tell me we didn’t-“ “be both have our pants on your just missing a bra and a shirt I think we’re fine doll.” Doll? DOLL!? And then your best-friend Casey stumbled in with slurred words “awhh lo-*hiccup*look at the newllyy wedded couplle!! Anyways th-theres a fucking baby in the b-bath tub” what. “I’m sorry? Newly weds what the fuck are you talking about?” Your friend giggled and smiled “you & leon got married last night at the chapel remember? Probably not last night was fucking crazy, anyways put on a top dumbass” fuck. You staggered around with this man named Leon following around helping you look for one and successfully you did so both of you put on shirts, all 3 of you walked into the main room of the suite & saw a mess.

You groaned as you held your head from the hangover & saw another one of your friends Jessica fall over “THERE’S A BABY IN THE FUCKING BATHROOM” Leon scrunched his face and so did you, “Alright chill out let me go check everything’s fine-“ he walked in the bathroom and you heard him shriek “THERES A BABY IN THE BATH TUB?” Your jaw dropped as you stared at Casey and quickly ran in the bathroom “oh my gosh there’s actually a fucking baby.” You quickly picked up “I don’t think you should curse around a child” You glared down Leon “Really? Cus I think you’re a stranger that shouldn’t be around a baby.” He glared back at you as you held the baby close before walking into the main room “Jesus christ what did we do last night??” You heard the older man grumble out while Case giggled “You don’t remember? You guys got married by Elvis Fucking Presley.”

Pardon?? You & Leon starred at each other in disbelief and quickly ran out of the hotel room, down to the lobby & outside still holding the baby “We need to find that goddamn chapel & get a divorce.” You nodded your head in agreement and luckily a cop car pulled up “For you officers” you tilted your guys’ head as some random guy just gave you a fucking cop car “just act normal and get in the fucking car.” So you obliged but as you were about to get in- “FREEZE!” You immediately stopped in your tracks and saw Leon get tazed in the literal nuts. “Your under arrest for attempting to steal a cop car!” You both were handcuffed together.

Amazing. As if this day couldn’t get any worse. 30 minutes later you both wound up in the Metro Police Department & sat there for 20 more minutes trying to be let off which was successful but on your way out you, you guys were uncuffed but you realized you couldn’t just keep caring for some random baby so you gave it to a police officer in hopes they would find the childs parents. You two ended up walking out of the station behind Leon where you saw a tramp stamp. “Uhm…You know you have a tramp stamp right? i just wanna like- double check.” Leon immediately stopped in his tracks slowly turning towards you & had his jaw dropped “What the fuck did you say? I have a TRAMP STAMP??” You covered your mouth and tried not to laugh at his reaction but unfortunately you failed “Your a fucking asshole you know that?” You apologized profusely but all you got was the hard core middle finger. Today was going to be a LONG. Day.

For most of the day you two looked around Vegas for the chapel you two got ‘married’ in and eventually you got lucky. When you both found the chapel you guys walked inside and let Leon do the talking. “Hey uhm- Me & this young woman came here last night & um- got married by some Elvis impersonator? Is there any way we can get a divorce here?” The receptionist scoffed snd set down her cigarette “Y’know we hate tourists like you- always bein’ indecisive and blamin us. We stopped doin divorced here years ago. You gotta bring that to a legitimate court honey. Run along now.”

You & Leon stood there dumbfounded “But- shit..” You both looked at each other & huffed. You pulled out your phone and called casey and once she picked up you sighed “Yeah listen- we fucked up, we didn’t read over the contract I assume and we’re being told in order to get this bullshit divorce we have to go to a legitimate court” Casey laughed at your predicament over the phone that it became annoying so you hung up while Leon mustered the courage to talk “I guess we have to deal with being newlywed’s doll face.” You frowned shaking your head and running your hands down your face “This cannot be fucking real right now.” “Hey Hey hey, I’m sure it’s gonna be fine sweetheart, we can either get to know each other, get dinner or..just completely ignore each other for the rest of our lives snd go our separate ways. But i’m more heavy on getting dinner because I would REALLY..like to know who you are.” You smiled softly at his reassurance and nodded “Yeah..I uh- I really like that idea.” “Alright well then, We should head out of this chapel, find a little restaurant or something, & just talk.” Leon said before grabbing your hand and guiding you out of the lobby of the Vegas Chapel.

Maybe making poor life choices wasn’t so bad after all.

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Hii Kayy, congratulations on the 300 followers, again!!! It's amazing 😍😍

I was wondering if I can request the prompt “Don’t you dare give me those sex eyes right now! This is a serious situation, here!” with Eddie?? Thanks my friend. hope you have a wonderful day 😘

FRANCY THANK YOU SOOOO MUCH!!!!

i tried my best with this request and i hope i did it justice!!! i've been seeing those fan edits of eddie with glasses so i thought i would do something based off of that! let me know what you think and thank you again for this request and your endless support!!!!! 💫💘💋

Eddie rummaged through the bathroom medicine cabinet, sputtering obscenities when he couldn’t quite find what he was looking for, “Wayne!” 

His uncle shouted out a response, groaning when Eddie didn’t answer back, causing him to get up and see what was all the ruckus about, “What’s the matter?” 

Wayne leaned up against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest, staring on at the mess cluttering the bathroom counter until choking on a laugh when his nephew turned to him. 

The black-rimmed glasses rested on the bridge of Eddie’s nose. Those glasses that he hadn’t seen his nephew wear in a while since he transitioned to wearing contacts on a daily basis. 

Eddie shook his head, watching as Wayne failed to stifle his laughed any longer, clutching a hand over his mouth and trying to apologize over his snickers, “Sorry…you just—Sorry! Sorry!” 

“This is not funny! I don’t have any more lenses and she’ll be here soon—I can’t go on a date like this.” Eddie complained as if wearing glasses were a crime to humanity. 

By now, Wayne had settled down, taking a breath to calm his laughter before nodding at Eddie understandingly. He knew of you, and that you and Eddie had started a relationship together. He also knew Eddie really liked you…spending all his free time talking off his own ears about how kind and special you were—so if this was such a big deal for Eddie because of you, Wayne guessed he could make him feel a bit better by fixing the situation. 

“I’ll head to Walgreens and pick up your new pack…forgot about it last week.” Wayne apologized. Holding his hands up, Eddie tsked his tongue in disbelief before nodding his head. 

“Fine, fine…thanks—just try to be quick. Please.” He pushed out of the bathroom and headed down the hallway to his before looking back at Wayne with a pleading face. 

Wayne did a better job this time around at stifling his laugh and nodded, even going to check at the time on his watch, “Ill try to be quick…in the meantime, clean up your room, don’t let that girl see your room in such a mess.” 

With that, Wayne headed to the coffee table, picking up his keys, and snorted as Eddie yelled out, “Yes, dad!” 

He headed straight to his bedroom, bending down to pick up the stray clothes littering the floors and immediately tossed them into his closet. Shutting the door to conceal, and he would just have to deal with it later. Eddie attempted to make his bed to the best of his ability, straightening up his comforter, fluffing up the pillows…not like any magic would happen between those sheets, but he just wanted to be sure. 

His desk was tidied, the papers in a neat stack and his pens wound together with a rubber band. All his records were back on the makeshift shelf and he even put on his favorite album to calm his nerves from seeing the clock tick and still no contacts in his eyes. 

“Eddie? It’s me!” Your voice came cheerfully from the entrance of his trailer where you waited patiently, knocking on the front door. 

Shit. He didn’t expect you here so soon. Your date wasn’t until 2, but he did suggest that you could swing by a little earlier to beat traffic and hang out for a while. But he just didn’t expect him to look like such a doofus. 

After a few moments of silence, you called out for him again, “Eddie? Are you in there? Your van is in the front.” 

He shut his eyes tightly, rubbing the sides of his head, and shouting out a reply, “Y-yeah! Umm sorry! I couldn’t hear you through my music.” 

Eddie scrambled, looking around his room for any hope until you called out again, “S’ok! Can I come in?”

He froze. Two options laid in front of him. He could let you in and face the look of horror on your face when you find out he’s been deceiving you for the glasses thing. Or he could let you in and try to avoid his eyes until Wayne got home. 

Without the glasses, he’d be blind, so it had to be the latter.

“Yeah! The door should be unlocked…my room is right down the hall!” 

He pulled out his desk chair, hunching over and pulling his unruly curls to hide his face, as he could hear your glee when you let yourself in and headed to his room. 

“Hey rockstar.” You approached, stepping into his bedroom with your hands held nervously behind your back. 

This was the first time you’d been to Eddie’s place and his room was literally his sanctuary as he described it. Many posters and elements that made him him. Your Eddie that you adored. 

“H-hey! Sorry, I’m just finishing up this campaign thing before we leave.” He spoke, grabbing a piece of paper from the stack and a pencil, still never looking your way. 

You nodded quietly, walking closer to him, resting a hand on his shoulder as you bent down for a kiss. Expecting it, you waited for him to turn towards you to plant his lips on yours, but he never did. Just continuing to scribble on the piece of paper in front of him. 

“Ummm, Eddie?” You furrowed your brows, tone filled with confusion as he only hummed and never turned your way. 

You straightened up, your hand dropping from his shoulder, “D-did I do something wrong? Why won’t you look at me?” 

A strained laugh came from him, followed by a “pshhh” only making you even more uneasy. As if he was trying to hide something from you. 

“Everything is cool, babe…just focused on this and I don’t want to lose my groove.” He reasoned. 

Looking closer at the paper, you saw it was the lunch menu, and he was drawing stupid shapes on it. 

He was lying. 

“This is the damn lunch menu!” You shrieked, swiping it off the desk only making him groan, forehead coming down to lay on his desk. 

You placed the menu down, take a step back from him, “Do you not want to see me anymore?” 

“What! No! No!” Eddie protested, head still up against the wood of the table where he rocked his forehead back and forth. 

“Then why won’t you look at me? You didn’t even greet me with a kiss like you usually do!”

You waited there, contemplating on leaving and almost doing so, until Eddie finally lifted his head from the desk, turning towards you with his eyes closed, then opening them. 

“Y-You wear—“ 

“Yes, I wear glasses alright…look this is embarrassing and yeah I was planning on telling you sooner or later, but I just don’t want you to think I look like a doofus or a loser because I really like you and—oh, umm, babe?” 

He was rambling, talking on and on about how ridiculous he looked, but the only thought flowing in your head was how ridiculously hot he looked. You found yourself in his lap, hands on both of his cheeks as he shut his lips tight and watched you carefully. 

“You’ve been hiding this away from me?” You murmured, eyes suddenly glazed with lust and your pupils blown wider than usual. 

He gulped, his own hands coming up to squeeze your waist, “W-well, yeah, but not on purpose…Wayne went to go pick up my new contact lenses so I can stop wearing these stupid—“ 

You pressed a finger to his lips, shutting him up, “Shhh, don’t call these stupid.” Your fingers trailed up to trace the rim of his glasses. 

“These are the sexiest things. Ever.” Your voice dripped with honey and his own eyes widened at the sudden confession, something he wasn’t expecting. 

“These turn you on?!” He asked comically, and you laughed, throwing your head back and nodding your head. 

“Of course they do! Why would you think it didn’t?” 

He shrugged his shoulders, ridiculously and his face twisted, “I don’t know maybe because I look like a goddamn nerd—“ 

“A hot nerd.” You gushed, biting your lip as he furrowed his brow and laughed, a little more easily and freely than before. 

“Oh, come on! Don’t you dare give me those sex eyes right now. This is a serious situation, here!” 

Your hands trailed to wrap around his neck, putting your forehead against his, “How long until your uncle gets back?” 

He knew where this was going. The dark glimmer and the softness in your higher pitched voice. It always got him going. 

“Umm..” He pulled one of his arms away from your waist and looked at the watch, groaning as you made the first move to plant kisses on his neck and throat, “A-about fifteen minutes…twenty if we’re lucky.” 

You smiled against his skin, kissing his adam’s apple before retracting, “Do you think we could have some fun? These glasses are really doing it for me.” 

He nodded frantically, connecting your lips with a sigh and standing up from his desk and walking towards the bed with ease. 

“Don’t ever take these things off.” You said breathlessly, once he placed you down on the end of the mattress with a soft thump. 

Eddie nodded, pushing his glasses back up that had slid down the bridge of his nose. A smile, almost a coy one, expressed on his face, while he backed up, shutting and locking his door. 

“Didn’t know my four eyes would get you going like this.” 

You giggled, never minding his joke and urging him towards you with a flick of your finger. 

“C’mon! Show me what you got, baby.” 

[dragonsdendoodles]

More headcanons because I want to and I need somewhere to put these that are not my brain

Horace, as much as I absolutely love the kid, is not someone who can draw things. (Have you SEEN his drawing in book one? That kid cannot draw.) Because of this, he almost never plans out any clothes he makes. When he absolutely needs to, he goes to Millard and asks him to draw figures for him so he can put very blocky clothes on top of them. Millard is always happy to do so.

Enoch can kind of draw. He likes to sketch out his homunculi so you’ll find little figure drawings everywhere around his room but he will absolutely refuse to admit they’re his.

He/they nonbinary Hugh. I will DIE on this hill.

On a similar vein, AFAB Jacob, Hugh, Enoch, and maybe Millard (I go back and forth with Mill), AMAB Fiona. Alllll the trans kids.

Not a single child on that island is cishet. Fucking. Fight me.

They have a computer Jacob and Noor got and convinced Miss Peregrine to keep in a safe house outside Devil’s Acre. Jacob taught some of the kids how to play Minecraft on it and now if you can’t find Enoch and Horace that’s probably where they are.

On the few instances he leaves the loop, every time Jacob texts someone or types something on his phone and he’s by himself he reads it out loud to himself the way he would’ve said it in a verbal conversation. He has no idea why he does it and only Emma has witnessed this. She just looked at him funny and shrugged.

Horace knows how to ice skate. If you couldn’t tell by the figure skater including this in literally everything he physically can.

Emma and Millard are just as much partners in crime as Enoch and Horace are. The difference is that they’re not dating or crushing on each other and most of their plots outside of Raid the Village are how to make Enoch and Horace as flustered about liking each other as physically possible. (Occasionally Bronwyn joins.)

I like to think eventually Emma was convinced to play Raid the Village with the others because personally she seems too inclined to burn shit to the ground to be as bothered by it as Enoch said she was

Both Miss Peregrine and Sharon are the group parents. They have absolutely nothing to do with each other, but they both individually looked at these children and said “yep, these idiots are mine” and now every time one of them does something stupid (COUGH Emma and Enoch being given access to fire) their immediate reaction is “what stupid kids. Oh shit those are MY kids—”

As described by my boyfriend, Sharon is the bad influence adoptive father who will absolutely drive you somewhere to go commit arson but if you don’t put your seatbelt on he kicks you out of the boat

Around Christmas one year Jacob figured out that outside the loop he could put a speaker in Sharon’s boat and play music so he played The Polar Express (just the one song) on repeat for an hour and now he’s not allowed to play music on the boat anymore. (The speaker is also somewhere at the bottom of the Thames, courtesy of Sharon and also Enoch.)

Hugh, Fiona, and Millard hate winter. Anytime they have to go to a cold loop for more than a few days or have to go to the present in winter for more than a few hours they sit and sulk until they can go home.

The three of them also learned BSL for Fiona once everything had calmed down again and they actually had time to do it. The rest of the kids kind of know it, but those three are the most fluent in it, and Millard carries gloves around with him anytime he’s wearing clothes so he can put them on and the three of them can talk shit about the other kids in front of them

Okay that’s all :)

[skywlker-sluvtt]

ayo i hear you're doing a celebration, so imma hit you up with everything that comes to mind hehe 😈😈😈 dont mind me, i know i spam your inbox wayyyy more than i deserve both on anon and not tee hehe

you already know everything i send in is always for anakin my bae

take your time, enjoy yourself, dont stress out, dont burn out and remember to drink loads of water!!! love you lysss and CONGRATS ON 500!!!! you deserve it baeeee

C8 then D1 + F6! (add in smut dialougue prompt #45 if you feel like, i thought it might go well lol)

have fun with it babes ;)

~ your number 1 admirer

OMG GOT ME BLUSHIN IN SHIT 🤭💋 I drank plenty of water writing this dw. you literally created the best scenario with those prompts so I was going feral over it <3

500 followers celebration

anakin x afab!reader nsfw content below the cut (18+) word count: 834

prompts: C8. giving a failed striptease/lap dance + D1. rough sex + F6. against a wall + “just shut up and fuck me”

Anakin leaned his head back further glancing at your bedroom door once more. He’d been waiting for you in the living room since you strictly instructed him to wait for you here. Listening to the shuffling in your room he was resisting the urge to just walk straight in on you and whatever you were preparing for him. The lights of your apartment were slightly dimmed and Anakin looked around before you came out in a new sexy set of lingerie and a pair of stilettos. You grinned at him and Anakin’s eyes widened in surprise.

“You look…gorgeous” He said admiring your body, each and every single inch of it. He loved how see-through the set was exposing everything to him. He went to stand before you placed a hand on his chest. “Sit down, I want to give you a lap dance” You whispered. “A lap dance?” He chuckled. “Mhm,” You hummed turning around to move your ass into his view. Slowly sitting on his lap you teased him to the beat of the music. As much as Anakin enjoyed the view he couldn’t help but find the situation slightly funny. He let out a chuckle and you looked at him offended. “Whattt?” You whine. “Nothing darling” He laughed quietly placing his hands on your hips.

“I’m trying to be sexy and you’re ruining the mood” You rolled your eyes now standing in front of him with your hands on your hips disapprovingly. Anakin could barely keep his eyes on yours his eyes staring at your ample cleavage instead. “You don’t have to become a courtesan just to be sexy, this is sexy enough” He smirked standing up to dominate you as usual. “You can’t give up control for one second can you?” You teased as his hand ran down your shoulder. “Never, not when you look so good” He groaned and snapped the strap of your bra. Ducking his head to kiss you he backed you into the wall.

You fisted his long hair and pulled him closer. “I could fuck you right up against this wall, get you all full of my cum just how you like-” “Just shut up and fuck me!” You snapped tired of his dirty talk. If you didn’t get to do your sexy lap dance, he didn’t get to talk dirty to you. “Demanding little thing aren’t you?” He smirked pinning your arms over your head just how you liked it. Anakins mouth crashed into yours with lustful aggression, his tongue demanding dominance over yours. You melted into his touch as he picked you up letting you wrap your legs around his waist.

Squeezing hard around his hips he got the message pulling out his cock for you, resting his warmth against your clothed cunt. Glancing down you noticed the pre cum leaking from his tip. Anakin moved down to ravage your neck, probably leaving swollen bite marks along it. You moaned and shifted your panties to the side so you could feel his dick against your clit. A loud whine escaped your lips at the small amount of friction you felt and his fingers dug deeper into your skin, leaving perfect crescent moons on your thighs.

“Ani…” You moaned and he detached from your neck with a small pop. “You’re impatient y’know that?” He asked putting his lips back on yours with passion. “Fuck off, you ruined my lapdance, you owe me something” “Let me show you how sorry I am baby” He smirked slamming into you with ease. “Ah-” You clenched hard around him roughly grabbing the roots of his hair causing him to let out a similar moan to you.

Anakin roughly fucked into you, your brain feeling slightly fuzzy as his cock made you feel dumb. You yanked even harder on his soft curls and he groaned bucking harder into you. He pulled back from your lips panting desperately, both of your faces completely flushed and you rolled your hips into him with anticipation. “Harder” You groaned biting down on his shoulder to focus on your pleasure. Granting your request he slammed into you harder and you yelped at how fucking close you were.

Continuing to pound into you he grunted like an animal directly in your ear causing you to snap clenching your thighs you climaxed around his cock, the tightness of your pussy sent Anakin over the edge as he mumbled in your ear about how amazing you felt. Hot spurts of cum filled your insides. He finished you both with a few languid thrusts as your thighs trembled, your heels still on your feet Anakin tried to place you down before you were clutching his bicep. “Can’t walk” “Good, we’re just starting” He replied scooping you into his arms for round two.

[enid-rhees]

hi :) can you do an enid x reader where reader and enid are about to do the nasty (idk how else to put it 😭) in the woods and when they both have their shirts off a walker finds them and they have to run back to the wall without their shirts on 😭 ty and ur stories are super good 🫶🏽

i can’t tell you how hard i laughed when i read this. i was playing animal crossing and i look over at my phone bc it lit up and i saw this and just . could not stop laughing 😭. i hope you enjoy! and tysm 🫶🏻🫶🏻

warnings: very suggestive content! everything leads up to them almost having sex so it’s very suggestive. MINORS DNI !! (vv second part of the request)

your back hit the tree behind you and Enid kept you pinned to it, connecting your lips messily. you wrapped your arms over her neck, pulling her impossibly close to you.

she briefly parted from you to kiss down your neck, leaving marks wherever she felt like it. a sigh of content and pleasure left your lips. Enid started to unbutton the loose flannel you wore. you started to do the same, unbuttoning the buttons and allowing the flannels to fall to the ground beneath you.

her hand reached down, rubbing your clothed clit. with the rough material of your jeans, you rutted your hips against her hand, begging for more friction.

you extended your thigh out, pressing Enid against it. she gasped at the sudden pleasure, keeping her face in your marked neck.

she grabbed your jaw, keeping you in place as she connected your lips once more, slowly grinding herself on you as you moved faster against her fingers.

Enid started to undo the buttons on your jeans, pulling them off one at a time. before she could pull them off, branches on the ground started to crack. you disconnected from each other, eyes widening as you saw a walker approaching to both of you.

the two of you rushed to grab your flannels from the ground, slipping them back on as you ran back to the gate. you both stopped in front of the gate, trying to button your shirts back up. as you were halfway done, the gate slowly opened. revealing Rick, Michonne, Tara and Daryl.

you froze, staring at them with wide eyes. Rick raised his eyebrows as the others stood frozen, not knowing what to say.

“don’t tell me you had sex in the woods.” Daryl spoke up, his deep rasped voice full of disbelief. he didn’t want to even think about it. you repeatedly shook your head.

“no! no thats not-“ the same walker emerged from the woods again, coming towards you and Enid. Enid took her knife out, driving it into the walkers head.

Michonne raised her head, smirking at both of you. “i know what happened.” you gave her a pleading face, “Michonne-“

“they were about to do it in the woods when that walker appeared.” she told the other three. you looked at them with literal fear in your eyes, knowing there was no way to get out of this anymore.

Tara bursted out laughing, and was soon followed by Rick and Michonne. Daryl shook his head at the two of you. “you guys really couldn’t just… use your bedroom?” Rick asked, trying to hold in more laughter.

“holy shit guys, look at her!” Tara laughed, pointing at the marks that littered your neck. “oh my god. you did that Enid?!” Michonne shouted.

she covered her face, turning away from them to try and save herself from the embarrassment. you started to finish buttoning up the rest of your flannel.

“we will never speak of this again.” you told them, pointing a finger at them. “this stays between us.”

Michonne snorted, “yeah, nice try. there’s no way in hell we’re keeping this a secret. this is too funny. you tried to have sex in the woods during an apocalypse and thought nothing would happen. i don’t think you understand how funny that is.”

when you and Enid stayed silent, Tara’s eyes widened again. “they’ve already done it in the woods before.”

you felt your face burn as laughter filled the air again. “oh, you guys are not going to hear the end of this.”

[foreverbloodmoon]

Humiliation, I’m Suffocating | Walker x Goth!Reader

Warnings : fluff, kissing, swears, uhhh idk

Notes : I’m not someone who is goth myself, more fairy grunge so I may be stereotypical. I have no means to do this against anyone

I’m actually sobbing I need the new TS Album rn

- while your doing your makeup, foundation, eyeliner or whatever, Walker will put his arm around your waist and scare the shit out of you before giving you a kiss on the cheek

- You had to redo a step of your makeup because you smudged your eyeliner

- One time before you were going out, you were trying to find your fishnets with skulls on them and you turned around to see Walker wearing them. (You guys have the same size clothes)

- Your average outfit is your skull fishnets, a thigh length black or white skirt with a matching black belt with silver decorations on it

- Your average hot topic store type outfit

- You have a special pair of Mary janes (which come which those coquette socks), converse platforms (typical) and really fucking tall like 5 inch buckle boots

- Walker always complains that your taller than him in your shoes

- Walker always picks your tops for your outfits

- Usually it’s like crochet black tank tops or mesh shrugs that you’ll wear with a black sports bras underneath

- You and Walker shared AirPods at an event once and you forgot you were listening to your normal playlist and not the one you and Walker listen to. (The once with the average mainstream artists)

- You were listening to like Kittie, Chemical Romance, Metallica, and shit from the two thousands like the Janice worshipper you are and you look over at Walker who had his eyes nearly popped out his skull as he actually listened to the lyrics

- You couldn’t stop laughing after

- When you ran out of your foundation, you had to run to the closest Sephora and you felt sort of insecure without your average makeup and Walker held your hand the whole time while you tried to find the foundation you always use

- The 10 year old Sephora kids looked at you funny so you just glared and death stared them

- They didn’t look at you again

- Walker even got himself a lipgloss

- Walker loves doing your foundation for you and is surprisingly really good at it

- He’ll help you take your makeup off after a long day and will braid your hair back if it’s long enough

- Cant go to sleep without knowing you’ve taken off your makeup and protected your hair.

- got you a whole bunch of vinyls for your bday