#engineer x trans reader

[fatgumsurpremacy-remastered]

Hmhmhm very Self indulgent but engie and trans male reader smut. Reader fully recovered from bottom surgery and Engies giving them a lot of attention.

WOAH ANON YOU AND I ARE KINDRED SPIRITS

Tw: teasing, blowjob (tm receiving), anal, bottom I'm. Pet names

The heat of New Mexico was unbearable; the arid dryness of the area stung the prying eyes of passengers. No more so than you. You flippantly looked at your watch, counting the minuets as you stood in the dining room waiting. Days like this would have any man regretting their suit immediately, the starched collar of the white dress suit chafing the skin of your neck. Sweat built up as both anxiety and the heat got to you. You wondered if Dell would even come up here, no doubt he was hungry. You wanted him to see what you’d gotten him. Though with your luck you’d be met with 8 hungry mercenaries and a man hell bent on invention.

Your timer went off and you stood at attention. This marked the beginning of a week in heaven… or a vacation with your husband.

Two mercs aside from Dell knew of your relationship. Medic, and Scout.

You watched as the former walked into the room with an eager look on his face. He smiled and leaned against the entryway, a smug look clung to his features.

“Every time I look at you I’m reminded that I haven’t lost my touch!” He chirped, skipping in a manner that nearly gave him flight. You offered your hand to shake. The doctor caught it and instead held it above you, turning you around and back before clapping excitedly.

“You did lose your license though doctor, don't you remember?”

“Tit for tat boy, I see all is good. I was expecting some complications, but this is Wunderbar! With so little prior knowledge of these types of surgeries I never would have thought it’d go so well. At least-“ as he was moving around he turned his head back to you. You took the time to interject.

“Doctor, I’m afraid there’s no pus.”

His face fell, and brightened again as he piped for another.

“Nor are there blockages or swelling.” You opened your arms, chest heaved with pride in your appearance. “Im a changed man doc. And it’s largely in part to you.” You ignored the pout the man had at your lack of injury, and instead complimented his work. You knew well the doctors morals weren’t bound by any government. But you were damn grateful he stuck to some morals of medicine. He straightened again and sat down across you.

“You we’re a man without me! All you really needed was a-“ The man was cut off by the overlapping shouts of several other men.

“Yeah but Heavy was in the way! The hell was I supposed to do? Run through his legs, do a little dance around him?”

“You could’ve made it easier for me to get a clear shot. I signaled several times for you to move.”

“Well Sniper, you’re supposed to be able to uh- I dunno- AIM.”

You sent a knowing look at medic who rolled his eyes fondly at the bickering. No man coming through the door acknowledged you but Misha who sent you a smile.

“Hello Misha.” You said calmly as he walked to you, you opened your arms for a hug. One he gave to you in earnest. Nearly lifting you as he did. “You have not been here in long time.” He stated, almost concerned.

You shrugged, sitting in the chair behind you. “Haven’t quite gotten the chance. I’ve been down in Texas, writing for the journals. When you have the chance you ought to visit me. It gets incredibly.” You looked up right as Dell entered. Locking eyes, presumably, with his own.

“Lonely.”

He rocked on his feet, before kicking away an imaginary rock. You felt a fond smile appear on your face as he came closer. He walked to you as Heavy and Medic left. “Ain’t ya gonna make the effort?”

“I don’t get a kiss first?” He asked, a silly grin of anticipation welling on his face. You raised an eyebrow, crossing your leg like a mob boss and tilting your head to either side.

“Eh, I dunno if I can make that arrangement for Ya bud. You see-” you stood, crooking a finger under his collar and pulling him close. “You left me really, really lonely. So-“ you let him go, turning only to leave the table and adjust your suit to the other side. “I think you're gonna have to try just a tad harder.”

The man was aghast. He hadn't seen such a demanding side of you in a long time. He himself leaned against the table, weighing his options. “Mm. Sugar I think Id like my kiss first.” You grinned, walking over before bending at the waist and locking eyes with him.

“Earn it.”

He let out a shuddery breath before taking you into his arms and, out the door before anyone could see you. The rest of the mercs would be upstairs for a while, which meant the two of you had plenty of time. As he tripped down the hall with you his thoughts ran wild.

“You poor poor man, why hadn't you come down sooner?” Your look of playful contemplation told everything. “Oh dear! It's almost as if we both have jobs that the other one can't contribute to. Who knew?” Your sarcasm sent warm buzzes through your husband. A giddy smile crawled back up his cheeks. As he neared their quarters he fished his keys out, setting you down before fiddling with them.

“I've got a lot.”

“It's the red one honey.”

“The what?” you pointed at his keyring, but through his fiddling he didn't notice. “The red one love,” you reached out to grab it. As your fingers touched his you shared a soft look. He grabbed the key gingerly before shoving it into his keyhole.

“Imma treat you real nice tonight.”

“Aw yeah?” You asked, voice edging lower as you entered his room and removed your overcoat. “How are you gonna treat me big guy?” He bit his lip, unbuckling his overalls while advancing. “Cant give it all away.” He whispered as he leaned in for a kiss. You tilted your head away, earning an offended gasp from your spouse.

“Such a cold husband, be still my heart!” He moaned dramatically, leaning limp against his desk. You took the chance to throw your coat over him before walking back. “Don’t be a baby Dell, I’m just going to the-“ before you could finished you were tackled down for the bed by your brute of a husband. “You asshole!” You snorted out as he sat above you, his head pressed against your sternum.

You picked his head up and stared at his goggles, sneering slightly when he don’t take them off. “Generally humans make eye contact when we have sex Dell.” He hummed as if lost in thought. “Do they now. I figured they just turned over like this~” In a swift motion he flipped you over on all fours, pushing your shoulders down with it. He then leaned in close, the gravel in his voice sending shivers down your spine.

“And went on their merry way.”

You moaned softly as he placed a small kiss on your neck, his warm lips providing a sense of security. His hand rubbed circles under your shirt, pressing into tender areas. “Dell.” He hummed, noticing the undertone to it.

“You actually gonna do something or are you gonna make me wait?” He scoffed playfully and continued placing kisses around your back.

“Damn man, not lettin’ me have a moment are ya?” He bit back, humored at your impatience. You pushed your hips back, damn sure you made contact with his growing boner. You smirked back at him, playful response growing.

“Boy don’t you dare.”

“Erecting a dispenser back there Conagher?” You snickered before he pushed himself up from you: you heard him chuckling uncontrollably into his palms. Which allowed you to right yourself. From his neck to the top of his head he was a cherry red. You laughed right along with him. He covered his face with one hand and used the other to push you over.

Both of you were on separate planes of existence. Like two hyenas basking in bliss with one another, he eyed you with a glare. One which held no malice but all the misheif it could. “I will get you back for that!”

“For what?!” You exclaimed belligerently, “being funny?” You crawled over to him, doing your best to swing your aging hips over his lap. You steadied yourself with your hands on his shoulders, pressing your forehead against his own. He presumably looked into your eyes, and you took this opportunity to yank them off and throw them to the side. As you savored the look of playful shock you took his face in your hands, biting down on your own lip.

“Aww honey you ain’t got to get my attention like that.” He placed a large hand on the small of your back, large fingers feeling their way back up your side. You considered his statement with a buzz, rubbing the top of his head with your thumb. “I wanted a better look at those handsome brown eyes.”

He looked taken aback, then as a blush crept on his face he blew out. You snorted at the display.

“Let's cut out all this mess, ain't got too much time before the boys wonder where I'm at.”

“You just can't take a compliment egg head,” you remarked, pulling him by the strap of his overalls. “How bout you put that hand to good use?”

He smiled wickedly at the thought, his own body moving forward, caging you under him. He let his gloved hand slide up your shirt, unbuttoning it as he went. His eyes bore into yours, keeping you still as he went along.

“You're quite obedient when I've got you facing me like this. Ain't that a bit odd?” he teased, you shrugged.

“Only natural I assume. Wouldn’t want to give you too much trouble.”

He stopped his action to face you. Brows scrunched in confusion as he did so. With nary a word he removed your shirt, continuing once more. His impatience was clear in his actions, hands moving to grasp at the warm flesh under.

You moned deep at the sensation, so starved of the dull, expanse of his hands. You almost forgot how course and heavy his non metal hand was, gunslingers own, pointer form, covers by rubber. You placed a hand over his, moving it instantly.

He watched in quiet understanding, moving to adjust himself rightly. As your hand reached a stop his continued. He brushed along your stomach. Leaving a trail of kisses down. He never once broke eye contact.

As he grasped at the hem of your pants he smiled. His earnest look sent a surge of familiarity through you. You nodded, taking his arm in your own hand. “I’m good Dell. You can keep goin.”

“You sure? I wouldn’t want to overstep. ‘Ts been a while ‘n all.” You pat his forcep.

“I have been waiting for almost a year Dell Conhager. If you keep me waitin I’m filing for divorce.” He scoffed at the joke before shoving your pants, and briefs down in tandem.

He crawled over you, strong thighs caging you under him. His arm steadied by your head.

“You couldn’t leave me if you wanted to boy. I wouldn’t try.” You just winked before reaching up and letting his straps fall to his side. Taking the hint, he moved a leg to the inside of your own. Allowing you to grind against him as he undressed.

To say it was painful, seemed like an understatement to you. As you tried to get friction you could only feel the temperature around your tip. You whined in need at your husband.

“Give me just a second now love bug. These are harder to get out of than you’d think.” You nodded. And as he stripped you attempted your palms own sneaky decent past his line of sight.

It didn’t go unnoticed. As you were about to take your member in your hand Dell stopped you. Shirt off and overalls bunched around his waist.

“And what are you doin sir?” He laughs as he grabbed at your hand and pulled it to your face.

“I ain’t enough for you?” It was your turn to scoff, but this scoff was out of need. You pulled the bedsheets into your fist as you growled in need.

“Dell! Don’t tease me, cmon!” You looked up at the man who seemed to need more of an explanation. “Dell honey, you know it's hard for me to get off on grinding alone. Could you please, please give me a hand?”

He grinned stupidly, bringing your knees around his waist, he brought his face to your dick. With one hand he held your side and with the other he stabilized you.

He closed his eyes and he licked up your shaft. You felt the most sensation at the base, where you could feel phantom sutures at the site of surgery. You groaned and held the back of his head there. Eyes half lidded, pleasure bringing a haze to your eyes.

And he continued. No words, only quiet groans that were absorbed by your member. He kissed along it for a while, making his way up to the head in time. And then he took it in.

Your legs tensed, eyes fluttering closed as he was able to get around three inches down. He increased his speed, not pleased with the languid pace the session was proceeding at. His own eyes were closed. Focused on sensation.

You groaned into your arm. Biting down on a fleshy bit to keep quiet. He wanted nothing more than to pull your arm away at that moment. Would his base really judge him for pleasing his husband?

Well.

Some might.

He decided not to chance it, instead using spit that pooled from his actions to trace around the rim of your ass.

You gasped as a finger slipped in suddenly. You hadn’t felt this penetration in a while. You arched back against your will. Your body forgetting how much it loved the sensation. You gasped loudly. Panting at Engie to move them faster. To which he obliged.

He popped off of your member loudly, smiling with satisfaction as he stared at your wrecked state.

The man who came in so dapper before was trembling on his fingers. Sweaty and almost to the point of orgasm. Engie bent his posture over to the best of his ability. Back cracking a bit in the process.

His chest fell flush with yours, the skin on you both heating to such a degree it felt like you could melt into each other.

“You’d always been so handsome to me you know that? Always so so damn handsome.” You moaned, his fingers pushing up against your thick walls as he once again pushed through your hole.

“You’re so good, comin over here. Callin me, makin me smile. I wish-“ he said remorsefully. “I wish I could take a normal job for you.”

You gasped in accordance, attempting to pay attention as his hand sped once again. Without looking you could tell it was his gunslinger, you admired the instrument before but praised the damn thing now.

As you grew less responsive Dell could tell you were close. He offered a trail of kisses up your neck. Watching your semi lucid smile scrunch up. His free hand went back to your member, pulling firmly.

You scratched at his back from the action. Allowing your hips to guide his hand as you awaited your climax.

Dell whispered coercions into your ear, like a private prayer.

“Cum for me honey. I know you got it in you. Just give it to me okay?” You gasped for air you were already getting, feeling like all the breath was being used on something bedsides breathing. You nodded, whimpering pathetic noises as he grew sloppier in his own hand gestures.

“You’re gonna go soon ain’t you? We’ll go ahead. Do it, you’re so good just do it now okay?” With one more thrust of his fingers he sent you over.

But he knew better than to stop.

He slowed his movements, waiting until a little after you stopped twitching. He watched your chest rise and fall before removing his hand and laying beside you.

“I can get you cleaned up after this love.” He said, pulling you close as he could, and as he felt exhaustion course through his body he smiled. Kissing your forehead as you drifted off.

“Or we can wait till tomorrow.”

[gofishygo]

everyone always talks about ‘medic reader’ this and ‘teammate reader’ that but what abt weapons engineer/mechanic reader ?

just a silly little fella who helps out the 141 with their weapons when they go out of whack, who works very closely with the team to coordinate certain weapons for specific missions .

they’d probably have a really close bond with soap , both having fun with testing demolitions together . who’s able to add in ideas and carry conversations with you when you ramble on about weapons . johnny pulls you close to him when they get startled from the loud noise of an explosion , laughing a little at how they excuse their sudden vulnerability with ‘not expecting it to be that loud’.

price who seeks them out when he’s having issues with his cm901, having to endure your age-long lectures about not accidentally slamming the barrel to hard. he subconsciously makes sure the brush his hand over yours when he finally retrieves his now-fixed weapon.

yeah nyways weapon mech! reader has my heart

[justgrey]

What if a teen reader ACCIDENTALLY came out to the TF2 mercenaries? "came out" meaning generally queer in sexuality. the teen would be worried and anxious afterward because they don't want the mercs to hate them for it. (this is based on myself as a girl-loving girl but it can be written for any gender)

you ask, you finally receive. Might start cutting requests down. idk, I feel like writing for some reason. Who knows how long that's gonna last, though.

also, REQUESTS ARE OPEN, just be aware that i might not get it out for a long, long time because motivation works weirdly😇

Mercs with a queer reader (PART 1)

Scout, Engineer, Medic

Warnings : fear of being rejected, swearing, a couple of hcs, medic is his own warning

Being queer is hard. And being able to not tell anyone (if you're like me and wanna live comfortably) is hard too.

The way they find out is if you got really cosy with them, and I'm talking being invited to Engie's barbecues, Spy letting you smoke one of his fancy ass cigars, and Scout tossing balls to you and acting like an older brother towards you kind of cosy.

So, one day, you accidentally let it slip during a conversation at dinner, having gotten way too comfortable.

Everyone except Medic and Spy was there, choosing to skip to do "work" instead. Your words quieted the whole damn room.

Whatever you did next is up to you. Whether you took it on proudly and kept eating or walked off to your bedroom to cry, up to you.

Reactions

Scout

Scout's unfamiliar with queer people. He didn't know any, and he wasn't taught anything about them.

He is especially unfamiliar with queer men. If you are a queer man, he'd be asking you all the time when he first finds out:

"How don't you find her hot? Or her? Do you find 'dat asshole, Spy hot? Is 'dat how dis works???"

Not with the intention of being slightly offensive, though. Just curious because he kind of struggles to wrap his head around the fact you're queer.

He always had a feeling that you weren't straight as a line, though. He hung around you a lot, even if you were annoyed by him, because he kind of wanted to finally be an older brother because he's always been the youngest.

So this is all a learning experience for him.

He'd definitely stay quiet for a little while, scaring you, before he randomly approaches you the next day.

"So... you like, what... in ta' ladies/dudes?"

(If you like girls, he'd definitely be the guy to say, "Holy shit, me too!" As a way to bond)

"Yeah."

"That's cool... that's cool... wanna talk about it more, or do you wanna go play ball?"

"Play ball."

"Let's go play ball, 'den."

Nothing changes about your relationship. Although he does occasionally ask if someone is your type or not, wanting to learn more about you. But in the end, as long as you still wanna hang around with him, he'll be chill.

Engineer

Unlike Scout, he is educated in queer people. He knows a couple, and he thinks they're pretty cool. Medic is also out to him because he's definitely gay (and trans because I like it that way)

Absolutely nothing changes with Engineer. He doesn't treat you any different or ask you any questions, just continues as normal, but encourages you to talk to him about things because he's definitely experienced it himself.

"You know, you could'a told me that earlier. I wouldn't have judged ya'. I've roamed around that area myself a little too."

"YOU WHAT?!?"

He just likes to get out there and try random shit. He looks like a boring guy, but he's way deeper than the southern merc on the surface.

Just talk to him :(

Medic

He wasn't there when you accidentally came out. He was finishing up an experiment on some organs.

When someone does tell him about it, though, he can't care less because he's queer too.

He also transed his gender. It's not my problem, it's yours now.

Definitely did his own top surgery ngl. Madman. Also discovered how to extract testosterone from sources and synthetically make it. Officially, a pioneer in trans healthcare. Hit him up if you want sum.

He treats you normally because he really doesn't give a fuck. He basically comes out to you as well, though:

"So you don't care."

"Nope."

"Why...?"

"What do you think Heavy and I do while we are working together... and the rest of you are eating?"

"..."

"Wait a minute... wait a... oh."

"Ja."

"HOW ARE STILL ALIVE?! 😭"

Definitely in love with his unofficial soul mate, the Heavy weapons guy.

I'm gonna do parts to this, actually. I'll make a part 2 and a part 3 another day that is even more random. I just need a break cause this is just a little bit lengthy. Ty got reading and sorry if it isn't exactly what you wanted 💀. I focused it a lot on the mercs instead of readers' anxiety.

Also, if you don't agree with my medic hcs, lol, fair enough 🥺

[bump1nthen1ght]

Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy

Pairing:Trans!Male!Reader x Male!Centaur

Genre: Urban Fantasy, Fluffy Smut, Established Relationship, Breeding Kink

Warnings: AFAB terms used to describe anatomy.

Word Count: 1646 words

Summary: After many nights of diligent practice, you saddle up and take your boyfriend all the way.

FiRequest: could i possibly request male centaur x trans male reader?? they’ve been dating for a while and working up to it but it’s the first time reader has managed to take his boyfriends full cock 🫢 afab terms for anatomy are fine and maybe a little breeding kink thrown in if you’re comfy with it!!

A/N: Y’all know I had to give it this title

You think tonight is going to be the night.

There’s an energy in the air as you watch Samuel cook, perched on your shared couch. He’s always been a handsome centaur; a finely cut jaw with a well-maintained beard, dark caramel eyes set behind long lashes, and silky hair that falls down in luscious curls all the way to his back, but something about tonight had every step he takes stirring something hot in your gut. The way his back stretches out his t-shirt, the way you can see the muscles of his shoulders move as he dices his onions, the way the more human torso arches and his front legs bend as he takes a mini stretch.

Your engine is revved by the time dinner is served, and you know tonight will be the night.

The two of you are locked in a sloppy makeout, dirty dishes still in the sink as you sit on the counter, legs wrapped around Samuel’s ribcage. His long piano fingers dance up your sides, playing with your pajama shirt. You grind against his navel, and he chuckles against your lips.

“Someone’s eager.”

“You’re so hot.” You say between messy kisses, feeling up his muscular lower back. “How could I not be?”

Samuel chuckles again, ignoring your whines and pulling away to kiss at your neck. His hands move from your waist to your butt, sliding under to pick you up. Your ankles cross behind him.

“Need you.” You moan, grinding onto hum like a horny teenage. “Need your cock.”

Samuel’s eyes grow dark, licking his lips as he looks you up and down.

“Yeah?”

“Yes.” Your voice keens. “I think-” you suck in a breathe, knowing this a hold claim to make, “-I think I’m ready for all of it”

Samuel’s brows shoot up, taken slightly aback.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I wanna try, atleast.” You pout, fingers carding through his long tresses. “I’ve been practicing so much.”

And you have, both with and without him. You had bought appropriately sized dildo’s to masturabte with, cockwarming during long edging sessions just to make sure. Last time you had been able to take him until 4 inches were left, but you're confident in your practice.

Tonight is the night.

Samuel stares at you for a long time, probably wondering if you’re too crazed on lust to be trusted, but then he smirks.

“Ok, babe. We’ll try.” Samuel hikes you up on his chest, pulling you closer, face-to-face. “Same position as usual?”

You nod, eyes practically full of stars at the thought. Samuel smirks and gives you a peck on the lips, before carrying you to the bedroom.

Samuel is gentle as he sets you down onto the bed, pulling open your bedside drawer to grab the lube and your knee pillow. You stay close by his side, drawing your finders up and down his chest. You bite your lips as you pull up the hem of his shirt, admiring his treasure trail and solid stomach. Samuel shivers when you press a kiss right below his belly button. Your mischievous hand wanders down his lower half and across his front, slipping between his two front legs and petting at his fur. Eyes glance down as well, catching a peak of his cock coming out of its sheath. You wolf-whistle, sliding off the bed and shimmying off your shorts in one motion.

“You’re insatiable, babe. I haven’t even touched you yet.” Samuel says, voice low as his hand brushes between your thighs, just missing your aching hole. You whine, throwing back your ass and laying your torso onto the bed.

“I told you.” Your voice is salacious, lower lip bitten between your teeth, “I need your cock, badly.”

Stars shoot behind your eyelids as Samuel rubs two lubed-up fingers between your lips, middle finger circling your clit. He simpers.

“Yeah, you were made for this dick, huh?” Two fingers slide in easily, scissoring outward to stretch your walls. You just nod, knees digging into their pillow as you sink into the feeling. “Didn’t know my boyfriend was such a cock-tease.”

Samuel climbs up the bed, his two front knees resting beside your shoulders as he aims his cock up with your entrance. He leans forward to grab the bar you two installed just for this position, something to grab on to as he humps. Samuel’s hot head presses against your hole, as girthy as ever.

“Ready?” Samuel whispers from above, neck craned to look down between his legs, always double checking to make sure you're not crushed under his weight. You nod and give a singular pat to his fetlock, your signal to go ahead.

There’s always a slight burn when Samuel enters you, having a nearly 10 inch dick will always do that. But your body falls into position easily, your muscles relaxing to allow for easier entry, no pain causing you to clench up.

“F-uck.” Samuel’s voice drawls as the first inch, then the second, then fourth, then sixth feel your walls clench around him. You bite down on the blanket below you, toes curling into the floor. But you can do it, you can.

He hesitates a bit at the 7th inch, knowing that's usually your limit. But you give him another single pat to the leg, and he keeps going, extra slow.

It takes a tortuous amount if time for both of you, legs shaking from the tension and palpable desire, but then-

“Holy shit.” Samuel says, half amazed and half relieved. You wiggle your hips, and feel Samuel’s balls snug against you.

You’ve fit him to the hilt.

“Well?” You laugh, trying to act as if you're not on the edge just like he is. “What are you waiting for?”

You thrust your hips back, eyes rolling back as Samuel’s dick presses against the deepest part inside you. His breath hitches, stomach trembling above you.

“Oh, you asked for it.” Samuel growls, steadying his hooves.

Despite the sassy tone, Samuel’s first thrusts are tentative. He only pulls out an inch or too, moving at a glacial pace. It’s good for getting you accustomed, but you quickly yourself wanting more. You throw your hips back again, wining like an animal in heat.

“So desperate.” Samuel pants.

“Please, Sammy.” You give him your best puppy eyes from below. “Fuck me.”

That's the straw that breaks the centaurs back, Sam pulling out halfway and slamming into you with enough force to send you a couple inches across the bed. A dumb smile spreads across your face.

It’s no more Mr. Nice Guy as Samuel starts fucking you for real, heavy balls slapping against you with each hump. Your vision goes spotty every time he hits your g-spot, mouth wide open and tongue lolled out in a pant.

“Oh my g-od.” Your voice trembles as your fucked harder than you’ve ever been fucked before, feeling not unlike a fleshlight, yanked down again and again in your boyfriends massive cock. The bed shakes under your weight.

“Take it, take it.” Samuel grunts, his knuckles turning white as they grip on the bar. “Such a good boy, taking my cock all the way to-” a thrust, “-the” and another “-hilt.” and another. Your stomach presses into the eye of the bed, mind slowly losing cohesive thought. His weeping head hits your sensitive spot at the perfect angle every damn time, and you feel jolts of electricity shoot across your nerves with every hump.

Time seems to lose all meaning, words melting into grunts and whines, breathy voices blending together with heavy balls slapping against your thighs. You think you’ve forgotten where Samuel ends and you begin, forgot what it feels like to be empty of his cock. Drool is pooling in your mouth, threatening to dribble down your jaw in an erotic display of decadence.

“Fuck, I’m close.” Samuel grunts, nails grating against the bar. “Where do you want it?”

“Inside.” A voice that must be yours begs, pleads. You can imagine Sam’s smug, sweaty face already.

“Yeah? Want me to breed you?” You nod into the sheets, a dumb smile coming across your face. “Imma fill you up until you're gushing, baby.” Samuel’s hooves presse against the hardwood as he steadies his back two legs, throwing everything into his thrust. “You’d be so cute, my little house-husband, full of my kids.”

Samuels shudders as your hole clenches around him, his dirty talk only working you closer to the edge.

“Sh-it” Samuel draws out his syllables, balls feeling tight against your ass cheeks as his hips begin to stutter. A drop of sweat falls from his chest, rolling down your arched back as his breathing picks up the pace. “Here it comes, sweetheart. All for you. Fuck!”

Your back arches and toes curl as your orgasm hits, gushing with Sam’s cum as he finishes inside of you. Streams run down in rivulets across your thighs, the squelching of skin as Sam pulls out his softening cock.

You lie limp as Sam slowly hops off the bed, his front legs still trembling. He collapses next to you not soon after, laying his upper torso on the bed as his lower one rests on the cold floor. The fur around his legs and back lay datk and slick with sweat, his face flushed.

A calloused palm brushes the side of your face, dragging you out of dream-land and back to reality.

“You did great, babe.” Sam chuckles. “Think I might grow addicted to being all the way in.”

You throw him a lazy thumbs up.

“Not a problem with me.” Your words slur, lips half-pressed against the damp sheets, no doubt an imprint of your sweaty torso on them.

He leans over and kisses your neck, his hand moving to massage your neck.

“Fuck, we forgot about the dishes.”

[ajaxsprettyboy]

Dottore loves you .

I did not proofread this enough I was ovulating and dottore had my brain in a chokehold.... this is dottore x trans male reader and very gay and chaser dottore and cock piercings and gay sex and possibly gangbangs and pregnancy and mmmh also dottore fluff at the end... bc hes cute

Oopsie :3

boys who let their boyfriends grope their tits and rub their tiny boy cunts.

Dottore wouldn’t consider himself a chaser, no, he just loves what you have to offer. He loves the way your nipples perk up when he opens the door and comes home, the cold air causing your body to react accordingly. He loves how soft your boytits are, the way they feel in his hands is remarkable.

He loves the way your hips sway when you walk and the look of your ass when you bend over to do anything. He loves the way your ass jiggles when you jump, and the way your thighs look wrapped around his waist. It’s not all sexual, sure, but he’s a very busy man and when he comes home after a failed experiment he’d prefer if you were wearing minimal clothing.

You see, he just loves the way your tdick reacts to his touch and the way your hole gets so slick when you suck him off. Not to mention how pretty you look with his cum on your face.

“That’s my good boy”

He’d murmur, his lips curling into a lustful smile as he pulls you up to bend you over the kitchen counter. He promises he’ll eat after this, he knows you worked so hard on making his favorite food for him but he just can’t help wanting your cute little boypussy more.

Your moans are just so cute and the way you react to his tongue on your tdick, god it’s intoxicating. Not to mention the way you clench around his fingers as he tries so hard to prep your cunt to take him. No matter how hard he tries, he’s never stretching you enough.. maybe it’s the piercings in his cock but still! He tries, he does… at least he wants you to think.. he tries.

He made you come up with a safe word because he loves you too much to actually hurt you badly. But that doesn’t stop him from getting off to the cries of pain and pleasure you mewl out every time he fucks you. You haven’t used the safe word yet so he tries to test his limits. The more you take the more he tries, it’s not coming from a place of malice! Just sadism.

Unfortunately for you because the original is in love with you in his own sadistic way, all of the segments are in love with you. Which then means that all of them want to fuck you. Thankfully, you only live with the original so unless you run into one of the segments, there’s no need to carry condoms on your person.

Dating dottore isn’t all sexual, though! He’ll give you top surgery if you truly want it, and he’ll give you your weekly t-shot! Plus he’s slightly nicer to you than to everyone else! He’s not that affectionate, though… but he will do complex experiments to find ways to make things that don’t appear in nature grow in his lab for you!

Say if you wanted a plant, a pretty one, one with large pretty flowers and the petals in your exact favorite color in the exact shade you like best, he’d genetically engineer a plant to be your perfect plant. Not to mention that he’d name it after you. He’s also a really good cook! All those years as an academia student really paid off!

He’s also surprisingly good with animals… kids not so much… well, if they’re healthy and you really want to I guess but if they’re sick with a rare or untreatable condition.. maybe don’t let him near..

His blue hair is a dominant trait by the way, if you have babies with him those babies are coming out blue! Sharp teeth? Also completely genetic, not a dominant trait but one that will most likely get one of 3 babies. He’s also very fertile, get the iud. Let him put that iud in unless you want more blue people roaming tyvat. (Would also fuck you while pregnant and/or sharing the room with the baby. Do not let him become a father.)

use condoms, please. He’s clean, yeah, but as I said, he’s very fertile. Also very horny so expect sex daily.

[redcoralpot]

Can you do Daryl finding out reader is trans? Early season 4, perhaps? :3

Attentu - Daryl Dixon x FTM Reader

Your wish is my command!!

Warnings: Gore, murder, violence, blood, cussing, mentions of transphobia and death, and addictions.

Word Count: 2.6K

You eagerly join in on the medical supply run, despite the group's awful luck. A confession from Bob has you feeling quite guilty about a personal matter...

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It was dead.

You threw the car battery to the side, sick of the luck your supply group had. Daryl was on the other side of the room, shuffling through drawers in an attempt to obtain the right part. For an auto repair shop, it was horribly disorganized.

“Got anything?” you called over, impatient.

A grin took over your face as he tossed the find at you, catching it in a firm grip, “Nah.”

The car was not in terrible shape, not really. Some rust here and there, with paint scratched off from long road adventures before the outbreak. Your father had a similar car when you were just a child, and he was insistent that he passed on his knowledge, despite your mother’s constant objections. It was not fit for someone like you; that your hands should never be calloused from the tough ground nor covered in grease, she said. He always ended up laughing in her face.

So as he would have it, the two of you got in all sorts of trouble. Hijacking cars, picking locks, prying cabinets open with a pocket knife; all things he said would come in handy one day. Daryl seemed like he had the same type of upbringing, all rough and tumble, and perhaps that’s what drew you to him. That, or he was just really damn good with surviving.

Daryl’s footsteps creaked as he led the way out of the building, shining his flashlight on any possible threats around. Someone had to, as you weren’t keen to look after Bob found an old walker stuck under a desk, ending that misery. It was the only one left. One by one, you circled out of the building, with Bob’s silent trepidation behind you as you arrived back at the car. Daryl opened its hood again, and you both set to work.

His voice was muffled around his cigarette, “You never told us about the group you were with, before.”

You glanced up as Bob replied, “Which one?”

“You know,” he continued, when Daryl gave him a look, “when you found me out on that road, I almost kept walking.”

“Why’s that?’

“I was done being a witness. It happened two times, two different groups.”

…

“I was the last one standing, like God intended for me to see it over and over; a curse,” he shook his head, pursing his lips, “but, when it’s just you out there with the quiet, I used to drink a bottle of just 'bout anything just so I could sleep at night.”

“The run to the big spot, I only did it for me.”

You froze, a jug of clear liquid still in your hands. Daryl took it from you, completely unfazed, and managed to get a swig out of it.

He licked his lips, “You gotta keep busy somehow.”

“No, I did it so I could get me a bottle, a bottle of anything. That’s what got Zack killed.”

“That’s bullshit,” Daryl peered at him, “why don’t you get in there and try the engine? Should be the red and green wires, it ain’t rocket science.”

Even as Bob walked away, you stayed silent. Your fingers burned as you rigged the working car battery back in, but never as much as your thoughts. The other man nudged you, urging you to take your hands off as the engine roared in front of you. He clapped his hands and brought them up to his mouth; a sharp whistle rang through the air. Bob’s alcohol troubles seemed to be forgotten by Daryl, since he gave you a rusty smile while you slammed down the hood.

“Nobody coulda’ known, and you ain’t gonna be standing alone. Not anymore,” he reassured Bob.

You huffed, swinging a few plastic bags of gas in the back seats, ducking to join them. Tyreese and Michonne got the rest and the three of you squeezed together with the luggage, closing the door. With that, you left the burdensome place behind.

The ride to the college was short, but Bob still parked a little ways out, and the group set off to walk the rest of the distance. You passed most of the buildings on campus; dull brick that plants jumped at the opportunity to outgrow after a year of inactivity.

“Looks like the building we want is up ahead,” Tyreese stated.

For the first time since Bob’s confession, you spoke, “Are we splitting up? We’ll cover more ground that way.”

“Is that safe?” Michonne questioned, and Daryl eyed you.

“I know I can cover myself, if I end up alone.”

The brunette scoffed, and you shifted a glare at him, “You know I can, too. You’ve seen me.”

“I think,” Bob uttered, “it’s a good idea.”

“We don’t have a lot of time, I’ll shoot if I run into any trouble. Meet me back at the car.”

Outside of the Learning Resource Center, you split from the group, sneaking close to the ground. You heard the rest shuffle in the opposite direction with a soft “C’mon, c’mon.”, and let out a shaky breath. Two pairs, then three pairs of footsteps faded away.

The lights of the wing flickered and let out fading sparks as you padded along, dust pillowing up from wherever you stepped. God, the outbreak sure did a number on this place. Shadows grew as abundantly as the plants, but never dulled the smears of blood along the walls, floor, and shattered glass. It cracked and snapped under you, somewhere behind you, and you hissed as you looked at the walls alongside you. There were several doorways leading to different rooms, most likely supply closets or classrooms. Carefully, you dipped yourself into the nearest doorway, a heavy feeling on your back. Your heart pumped wildly in your chest and your stomach had a sick pit of anxiety as you thumbed through the biggest drawers. There were plenty of jars, containers, and vials, but none of them had what you needed. You read all the labels once, twice, the text in messy handwriting or tiny fonts.

Testosterone, in its liquid form made for injections, should be a clear liquid. You knew that much from what your provider told you, and from your own studies. Any colored liquids, or any with particles floating inside, you discarded from your search immediately. You were taking too long, you started to think, or were you? You didn’t know if you were gone for ten or if you have been here for thirty.

Once again, you slid back into the trashed hallway, trying to make your way towards the next doorway. The only things you could hear were your quick breaths and a creak, most likely from the forgotten building. A set pattern was in your mind as you dove into the room, and the haze of adrenaline made it hard to think. Walkers, as the prison liked to call them, were not your biggest concern. Even before the outbreak, it was dangerous for you to step outside; to live your life. If you passed by the wrong person, your face would be on the hot topic of the community for the week after. Getting caught was not an option.

You blinked, trying to clear the thumping in your ears. The vial’s label looked like a foreign language, though you knew it wasn’t, so you peered closer at it. A gust of hot air hit your neck, and again. Hot air. This place was cold.

Your fingers scrambled for the knife at your side, it was there, wasn’t it? You slashed before you could think. Hair scratched your fingers; your knife dug into a warm crevice. The hot air turned into a raw, groaning noise. The hot air stopped. 

You pushed the body to the ground and your blade was released. The blood trickled hot down your wrist. Instead of the red you expected, it was a sludgy, filthy brown. It dripped in slow droplets on the floor beside your shoes. This was the first opportunity to look at the thing, and what a sight it was.

The knife had caved in a part of its skull, which itself was like a rotten, stomped on pumpkin. It oozed and dripped the same muck over the tile, muddying the disfigured face underneath. It made Osbourne’s stage trick look like simple child’s play to anyone who witnessed the act. Its eyes were still open; bulging out in that manic, hungry way only a madman got before the outbreak. You looked away from the mess, your breakfast seizing in your throat, and you busied yourself with getting more testosterone vials in your bag. The most important thing was that it was not human, not anymore.

Stuffing your full hand in your bag, you made a beeline for the doorway.

You should have learned your lesson.

A weight tumbled over you and knocked you to the floor, breathless. It screeched, rabid, like some sort of fucked up dog. If a dog hadn’t eaten for a month, that is. It stunk, too. It stunk so bad that you thought you might die from suffocation first.

It clawed at you, gnashing its yellow teeth. Your hands were pinned underneath the mass and you heard your knife land across the floor with a clang. This was going to be it. The end. It’s funny, isn’t it? Dying searching for your lifeline. You almost giggled at the irony.

The teeth were close to your neck, aiming to kill. To eat until you were nothing but an unrecognizable pile of flesh and bones. You had to do something, and soon. The only part of your body you could move were your legs, and you tensed them up. You were going to survive this, you were going to get back to that car. 

Three.

You struggled to prop your shoulder up, knocking the danger away from your neck. Its eyes were bloodshot and cloudy. As empty as a corpse.

Two.

The walker got more desperate to bite you, wiggling around harshly on top of you. You tried your best to keep your face far away from its own, but it successfully nipped the edge of your nose. This was going to hurt.

One.

Its final noise was a gurgling one, close to your ear. The weight flopped to your right side, stilling its frugal attempt to destroy you.

“You got yourself covered, huh,” a voice remarked.

You wheezed, “Christ.”

“What were you doin’?”

“Shit.”

Daryl stepped over you, pulling his arrow out of the corpse, “I’m serious.”

You finally got your legs under you, and the first thing you did was back a good distance away from him. There was no getting out of this, you both knew that Daryl would know if you lied to him. Yet, he was one of the last people in the prison you felt comfortable telling. Daryl was a classic redneck, with a bigot older brother and a taste for mysteriousness. There was so much you didn’t know about him, and the hair on the back of your neck stood up like a wildfire. You would have much rather told Carol or even Michonne, if you had to choose. 

“You know what Bob said.”

“Yeah,” he stated, “but you ain’t an alcoholic. I know that much.”

“I’m not, but that wasn’t the point. I only came on this run for one thing, and it isn’t medicine. It’s testosterone.”

“Why do you need that? You’re strong enough without that steroid shit.”

“I don’t get as much as you do naturally.”

“So a medical condition?”

“Kind of.”

“Even if it was, that don’t explain why you had to sneak away from the group to get it. What’re you hiding?”

“I’m transgender, Daryl. I wasn’t born a boy like you,” you murmured.

There was a parade of footsteps down the hallway, and Tyreese burst through the door, the others close behind. He looked spooked, with sweat dripping down his disheveled face. Michonne and, speaking of the devil, Bob looked no better off.

He exclaimed, “Jesus, there you two are. We gotta go, now.”

“What, why?”

“Walkers. Tons of ‘em. Let’s go!”

You gladly took this chance, shoving past Daryl to dart out into the hallway with the others. Everyone else was rushing, but it was a minute before you also heard footsteps behind you. The infected corpses swarmed the building, even though it wasn’t like that before, and it made you wonder what the hell released them. Your group ran up the stairs with walkers not too far behind, and those trapped banged on whatever surface they could reach. 

“There was a ledge near the fire escape,” Michonne hissed, “we can go through there.”

No one responded unless a quick nod could be considered one, and you were off. Michonne went first, then Tyreese, you, and finally Daryl. Your legs were shaking, and you paid Bob a glance. He tensed up, seemingly trying to gauge the distance, before jumping. He was barely right, and landed a little too close to the edge, teetering off. His arms flailed and an army of bodies from below swarmed up to grab his heavy bag. You rushed to catch him, attempting to pull the man up, but he refused to let his backpack go. 

Finally, you ripped both the man and his bag away from the grasp of the walkers, panting, “What the fuck were you doing? What’s in that bag that could possibly be so important?”

“He’s right.” Daryl took the bag from Bob, zipping it open.

Bob rushed to stop him, but it was too late. Daryl dropped the backpack as quick as he picked it up, and he seized Bob by the collar.

“If I ever catch you puttin’ a bottle before a need, I’ll feed you to the walkers myself. You hear me?”

You froze as Daryl let the shorter man down, pushing him as he did so. Everyone else shot him a disappointed look or a glare, and Michonne waved her hand. You were all to keep moving; the run was over, and on an especially sour note.

The group arrived back to the prison safe and sound, the most daring of injuries being bruises, or small cuts. Tyreese and Michonne left to do their own activities, while Bob left to lick his wounds. This retired Daryl and yourself alone, to an awkward silence. With nothing else to do, you picked at a particularly nasty cut on your forearm. It was starting to look infected.

You cleared your throat, “Do you have anything left in your bag?”

“Yeah.”

“Mind if I use some?”

“Nah.” Daryl tossed you his bag.

Carefully, you peeked inside. There wasn’t much left, some disinfectant spray and vials of a clear liquid. No, that couldn’t be, could it?

Testosterone. At least three good vials of it.

You raised them up to your face, not believing your eyes, “Daryl, where the hell did you get these?”

“Grabbed them from that drawer you found the others in,” he refused to make eye contact, “after you left.”

“Why?”

“You might’ve needed more than you got.”

That… meant a lot to you. You had expected him to at the very least ignore you, or even worse, disgusted by you. What were the chances he would grab extras for you, just in case? Instead of yelling or hitting or kicking you out of his life, Daryl did that. If you were being honest, this was one of the weirdest coming out stories to date, but nothing can really beat zombies being included.

“You aren’t mad?”

“Nah. I’m a little confused, though.”

“On the topic?”

Daryl sighed, “Yeah. Wasn’t educated that much.”

“Well, if you want, I could help with that.”

Just for a second, he looked you in the eyes. In that moment, you didn’t see hate, anger, or anything negative. Only a sharp, beautiful glimpse of curiosity.

“Yeah.”

-

[lawomi]

A Little Vengeance - Trans!Law x GN!Reader

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After a few rounds of sex with your boyfriend, Trafalgar Law, you were quite sore… and you're convinced you deserved a little vengeance.

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CWs: Smut, Spanking / Paddling, Sex toys

Your eyes were adjusted to the darkness of Law’s quarters, no light filtering in save for a small candle that flickered on his dresser. You were both sprawled out naked on the bed, your panting mingling with the sound of the Tang’s rumbling engine.

Everything hurts, you muse, sighing with satisfaction. To your left, you felt Law shift his weight, pushing himself up on his side. He reaches out and takes your hand in his, rubbing his thumb affectionately between your fingers.

“Hey, babe, my ass hurts,” you remark to him without looking at him, making him laugh. You lift his hand to your face and play with it, examining the now pink skin on his palms.

“Yeah? I made sure it would,” he grinned his usual sadistic grin, hoping you’d look. You did, then roll your eyes. “It was what you wanted,” he points out, smile faltering ever so slightly. “Can’t ask me to play sadist and then expect me to half ass it,” he joked.

“Y’know…” you turn towards him, then push yourself up onto your butt and wince, leaning back against the headboard. “I think… I want some revenge,” you said, looking into his curious, concerned gold ring eyes.

At first, it took him a moment. He stared, eyes widening slightly, then a blush dusted his cheeks. “Oh,” he pouted and averted his eyes.

“What?” You pat his shoulder, “C’mere.”

Reluctantly, he got up on his knees and shuffled over. He half hugged you, pressing his forehead against yours with a big grimace plastered on his face. You laugh, falling into a fit of giggles.

“What the hell!” You cup his face, giving him a kiss. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Lie across my lap, stupid.”

“I don’t want to,” his voice cracked slightly.

“That’s not one of our safewords,” it was your turn to grin wickedly, looking a bit like the Cheshire cat. He flinches, lips curling into a shy smirk, but he avoids your gaze.

“…F-fine,” he said finally. Awkwardly, he straddles your hips. His long torso was too tempting, as usual, so you run your hands down either side, causing him to shiver from the sudden contact. Both hands squeeze his hips, appreciating the soft give, then one hand travels down quickly and cups his sex, making his cheeks and ears burn pinker, he was already excessively wet.

“You freak,” you tease, “Wow. All that acting and you’re already excited,” you watch him shutter as your fingers run along his slit, pinching and pulling his labia.

He rolled his eyes, pouting profusely. “Whatever…” Your unoccupied hand slips down to caress his thigh, then up to his ass, pulled back and gave him a test slap. It wasn’t strong, but it made him jump. “Tsk, wait a sec,” he snaps.

“You’re taking too long, you big baby!” You scolded. “You like dishing out the pain but won’t take it back?”

He scoffed, “I can take pain plenty well, I’m a fucking pirate. The Surgeon of Death, actually. Have you seen my bounty—”

“That’s it,” you grab his arm and pull him down towards the bed. He obliged, considering he was too strong to be manhandled by you. “Hah,” you smile as he adjusts himself to lie across your lap, “You like playing brat, huh Dr. Death?”

He rested his cheek in his left hand, huffing shakily. He runs his right hand through his messy hair, “I-I just… don’t like being bossed around. I chose to lie here,” he turns his head to glance back at you, you could see the mischievous glint in his eyes. You immediately erase it when you slap his left ass cheek with a loud Clap! making him lurch forward. “Tsk,” he hissed, “That one felt personal.”

“You better shut up,” you stifle a laugh, “I doubt my hands hurt you!” You pull back and slap his ass cheek again in the same spot, making him grumble and shift. Your left hand slides along the small of his back, reaching his Jolly Roger tattoo, and push down slightly to indicate he stay still. Yet another slight protest leaves his throat, but he does what you ask.

Again he hisses when your hand comes down on the same spot, then rubs the reddening skin and moves on to squeeze his other cheek. Your hand then runs down to pat his thigh, slapping the sensitive skin there, too. “Ah,” his jaw slacked just a moment, then he winced, gritting his teeth, when you hit him where you started.

“That’s it,” you purr, “The more I hit you in the one spot, the easier. Maybe I should bring a paddle out, if my hands aren’t heavy enough,” you half say to yourself. “Well, technically I’ll make you summon one…” Again, a Clap! This time he cursed under his breath. He shifts to cover his face in both hands, mumbling something you can’t make out. You could feel his slick begin to wet your thigh, his hard clit grinding ever so slightly against you with each hit.

Exchanging hands, you continue smacking the hot skin, then kneed it, a lovely groan rumbled in his chest. Your right hand's fingers ghost along his inner thigh, making his muscles tense. You run three fingers along his slit, teasing his dick between two. He shutters, sighing dreamily and spreading his legs ever so slightly. You slap him in response, forcing a whine, then a loud moan when your fingers penetrate him. With three fingers inserted deep, the distinct wetness resounding, you begin to rub his g-spot. “Ahh,” he keened, your name falling from his lips.

“Law, get me the paddle, please,” you command casually, leaning with wet fingers to grab a tissue from the night stand. The second your fingers left him he complained, craning his neck to check what you were doing. You wiped them off.

Hesitating a moment—he doesn’t like to seem too eager—he finally lifted his left hand. “Room,” the blue light extends, then in an instant the tissue you were holding was replaced with a paddle sporting a large heart, with smaller ones along the edges.

“Thank you,” you say sweetly, bringing down the paddle harshly on his sore left cheek. Law sprung forward, pulling in a strained, surprised gasp. Fuck, you heard him whisper. You chortle, satisfied at how fast the Room ability vanished, too, like flicking a light switch.

You massage the cheek again, his hissing music to your ears, observing as lighter heart shaped marks began to appear. “Aw, that’s not as puffy as it could be,” you remark. Before he could respond, you bring the paddle down with a Slap! against his untouched cheek. Strained cries left his throat as he shifted slightly to rut against your thigh. You didn’t complain, touching the much brighter heart marks, emphasized by the flushing patch of skin. It was a much darker red than your hand could cause. In fact, you could see some blood vessels burst, leaving a nice purple hue. So, you do it again, tears begin stinging Law’s eyes.

“Good boy,” you praise, using the paddle against his back thigh just to surprise him. He kicks his legs back and forth in an automatic pain easing response. He finally covers his face from embarrassment by shoving it against the mattress. You reach over and tangle your fingers in his hair, then finally begin spanking him over and over.

Law keened and whined into the mattress, his hands squeezing the sheets. Again and again you hit him, occasionally switching cheeks, then hitting his thighs to let his ass rest a little. You pet the burning skin gently, affectionately, the heat radiating against your palms pleasant to the touch. Once you decided he was marked enough from ass to calf, you finally stop. You reach over and grab some cooling lotion, then began spreading it roughly. He whines weakly, both of his own hands entangled in his hair. You let him be, although you did want to see his pretty face, messy face.

Reaching one last time into the drawer next to you, you pull out a medium sized dildo he kept there. Without speaking a word, you shove it as deep as you could into his fluttering, weeping cunt. He muffled a scream in delight. The sound goes on longer as you begin to pump the dildo. It didn’t take too long for the tight coil in his core to come undone, his fists turning white, his body shaking slightly. He lifts his head up off the sheets in response to the pushing sensation, his desperate moans filled your ears as he squirt cum unceremoniously over your thighs. You leave the dildo inside him, occasionally giving it a smack on the blunt silicone bottom to make him tighten and groan.

“There we go,” you hum, continuing to administer the lotion into his stringing skin. He sighed contently, having relaxed his hands and letting his head rest facing away from you. He was too prideful to show you his fucked out, tear stained face. “Was my vengeance too harsh?” You coo, grin spreading from ear to ear.

“Anything you can do I can do better,” he chuckled, the sound vibrating through both of you.

“That sounds like a threat.”

“You’ll find out,” his tone, lace with amusement, was quickly cut off by a pained yelp as you hit him with the paddle one final time. The room soon fell into mutual laughter.

[cyberrose2001]

Kinktober: Day 1

Prompt: Handjob

TFP Wheeljack x GN Reader

Warnings: Handjob (duh), reader gets a facial, reader is human.

Word count: 811

You knew Wheeljack was the adventurous type of mech. One that genuinely does not give a fuck about anyone or anything, go big or go home kind of thing. Other than his suaveness and ability to make your knees buckle every time he looks at you, it’s one of the reasons why you fell for him. So when he told you to pack a day bag because we’re “hittin’ the road for the weekend”, you were bound to expect or encounter some sort of adventure. And you’ll be damned if you weren’t at least a little excited to be alone with your metallic crush deep in the forest, keeping you safe from bears and whatever rabid squirrels that want to steal your trail mix.

“Frag, yeah. Just like that.”

Although, having Wheeljack back up against a tree while your hands pump around his deliciously thick spike doesn’t sound too bad, either.

You don’t know how it happened, but you’ve somehow learned that the trope of two people in a forest getting hot and bothered over each other absolutely applies to Cybertronians.

You’re kneeling between his spread thighs, legs covered in dirt and grit. One hand at the base of his cock whilst you drag your fingertips across the tip, eliciting delightful groans from the mech above you. His servos are by his side, digging into the soil at your teasing touch.

“C’mon, sweetspark. You can be a bit rougher than that.”

“You seem more desperate than I am.”

“Well, you were the one who started gettin’ all touchy-feely first,” Wheeljack gives you a shit-eating grin, which you promptly wipe from his face with a rough tug on his spike, “I-I’m just -ahhg- along for the ride.”

“You won’t be getting any rides if you keep talking shit.” You half-joke back because, in actual fact, you’re really desperate to slide yourself on his spike afterwards.

“I better keep my mouth shut then.” Wheeljack breathes out as you finally start to work your hands over his spike.

Speaking of which, it’s thick, really thick. And as stiff as a dick could ever get. And despite Wheeljack's attempts to not seem as desperate as you are, it’s already weeping with precum.

Deciding that you’re also really desperate for a load to the face, you get serious and wrap both of your hands around his cock. Which you find is really hard to do when you’ve only got precum to work with. So, leaning forward, you hover your mouth over the tip and make a show of welling some saliva into your mouth, and then proceed to stick your tongue out and let it run down onto it. It dribbles over the tip, weaves into the crevasses of your knuckles and down onto the rest of his shaft. And Wheeljacks engine fucking revs.

“Wow, now that’s a sight.” Wheeljack purrs.

With enough spit to cure even the harshest droughts coating his spike, you continue pumping, watching Wheeljack's optics boar into yours as you twist your wrists up and down slowly. It’s also the perfect opportunity to soak in the sight before you. His helm has lulled back against the tree trunk, his intake open just slightly, the mounds of dirt from the craters he’s making with his servos, the small thrusts of his hips meeting the palms of your hands. It’s incredible how quickly a giant, smart-ass mech like him has succumbed to a tiny human jerking him off in the middle of the goddamn forest.

“O-Oh frag, yes,” Wheejack squeezes his optics shut and arches his back struts against the tree as your pace quickens, strangling your hands as they meet the tip, “Faster, please, Y/n I’m so close-“

“You wanna overload on my face so bad, hm?” You moan with him, sticking your tongue out to receive his load with the utmost enthusiasm. Your muscles are sore, and your knees hurt from digging into the ground for so long, but you won't stop until he’s putty in your hands.

“Yes yes yes! Slag it, Y/n!” Wheeljack’s engine roars, his thighs spread as far as they can as jets of trans fluid shoot out onto your face. Some drip down onto your chest and thighs, while some overflow over your knuckles and pool onto the junction between his abdomen and spike. It’s warm, glows slightly pink and is absolutely addicting against your tongue.

“Oh, wow.” Wheeljack whines as he glances down at your body, admiring the artwork he made of you, “You.. aahn... you look fraggin’ gorgeous.”

You give him a devilish smile, before squeezing the tip of his pulsing cock again, earning a rough growl from him, “Round two?”

Wheeljack huffs, ripping your hands away from his spike and dragging you onto his thighs. His length dangerously pressing against your clothed heat.

“Yeah, sweetspark. But how ‘bout I frag your brains out first, huh?”

[the-s1lly-corner]

Hazbin Masterlist Volume 2

As stated in the previous HH masterlist I dont support Viv however I still enjoy elements of the show

You can find the other Masterlist links in my pinned, same with my rules! If any links are wrong let me know!

Max number of characters varies, you can check the rules post before requesting! Not writing for Val and as of Season 1 I am not currently writing for Sera and Lilith though that is subject to change as we learn more about them

MULTI

Adam and lute x fallen angel reader

Main cast x artist reader

Hugging the HH cast 3/3

Making heart cookies w/ the HH cast 3/3

Adam and lute x reader who has nightmares

Various HH characters x trans reader

Charlie and alastor x winslow leach!reader

cuddling w/ various hh character 1/3

Cuddling w/ various HH characters 2/3

Cuddling w/ various HH characters 3/3

Various crushing on the reader 1/3

Various crushing on the reader 2/3

Various crushing on the reader 3/3

various pocky game x reader 1/3

various pocky game x reader 2/3

Various pocky game x reader 3/3

Various HH having a romantic moment ruined

Petnames

emily velvette and charlie getting sleep forehead kisses from reader

petnames 2

various x reader who struggles with words

calling hazbin guys pretty boy

calling hazbin gals pretty girl

Emily and lute x redeemed sinner reader

leaving lipstick marks on them 1/2

leaving lipstick marks on them 2/2

CHARLIE

Charlie x reader who's like adam

Charlie x reader who's like adam but they're trying to do better

headrest

x injured male reader

y q j (fluff alphabet)

a f i (fluff alphabet)

n o p (fluff alphabet)

VAGGIE

drunken confession

K H F w/ vaggie

ANGEL DUST

reader taking care of fat nuggets for angel

angst alphabet p q y

h s z (fluff alphabet)

ALASTOR

Celebrating mothers day

Alastor x songwriter reader

x swan type!reader

x hyena!reader

SIR PENTIOUS

X insecure reader

x reader with chronic pain

X steampunk engineer reader

D P I angst alphabet prompts

x reader who doesnt have english as a first language

summertime w/ pentious

F H J angst alphabet

x kind reader who knows martial arts

VOX

c k p (fluff alphabet))

ROSIE

ADAM

Adam x reader who is obsessed w/ stuffed animals

adam x reader who lets him do anything

adam x reader who is scared of the dark

X reader who has an opposing personality to how they dress (cute style, mean and spicy personality)

matching onesies

LUCIFER

X kind sinner who can fight

x oblivious fallen angel reader

LUTE

b prompt w/ lute (fluff alphabet)

d r s (fluff alphabet)

HUSK

N E I angst alphabet

OTHER

Emily x Male depressed reader

angel x reader x pentious (poly)

angel x reader x husk (poly)

F C ♥ fluff alphabet prompts w/ emily

one bed trope w/ chaggie and the reader

a f l w/ cherri bomb (fluff alphabet)

adam and lute x reader who cries a lot

[whoahoney]

Hello! I think I would love love to see something about mechanic!eddie written by you

Ahh! I love mechanic!Eddie, he’s so yummy. 😌

Mechanic!Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Reader’s shit box car pooped out on her once again, but at least the cute new mechanic seems eager to help.

Content Warnings: adult language, mutual pining, sexual tension, Eddie is a little handsy but we love it 🤪

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The sound of the engine sputtering over the radio snatched her attention from the daydream she was stuck in, her heart lurching in fear.

“No, no, no, please, baby, don’t do this to me.” She whined, patting the steering wheel with restraint from beating the shit out of the horn in aggravation.

“We’re almost to the shop, then you can die in peace, but please, for the love of GOD, don’t quit on me now!” She cried, tears welling up in her eyes and threatening to pour without ceasing.

The car troubles had been endless since she’d gotten the car, but more so this month, also bringing Y/n to her breaking point multiple times. Every time the old Chevelle made this sound, she felt nauseous trying to get where she needed to go.

She avoided this trip to the garage since the last time she drove, which was the to the grocery store. The engine wouldn’t turn over, deserting her and her groceries in the summer heat.

Since then, she’s been hitching rides with her friends, Robin and Steve, who were more than happy to assist her. But she was beginning to feel like a burden.

Thankfully, she finally saved what she hoped was enough to get Loretta sorted out.

So after a week of sitting in the driveway, her owner not positively sure if she’d even start, Loretta turned over, the engine purring like any other drive.

Y/n had cried out with joy at the ease, hoping the rest of the trip would go just as well.

Boy was that a kick in the crotch.

Click click click click

“Shit, no—please, please, please,” She turned the wheel to pull off the road, the sign of the mechanic’s not even 100 yards away.

“NO! NoNoNoNo, FUCK!” She screamed, beating the wheel as cars whizzed past, rocking the unmoving car.

Y/n rested her forehead against the wheel and breathed deeply. “Okay. Okay. Just—let’s go.” She said to herself, hoping the mechanic knew a good tow truck.

The day was hot, the sun beating down on her exposed legs, neck and shoulders, her hair thrown up in a scrunchy to beat the heat.

She went inside looking for the familiar face that sat behind the desk, but the lobby was empty.

Y/n walked through the back door into the shop, hoping to find the regular old man underneath a lift, evaluating the undercarriage of someone’s Trans Am, but the garage sat vacant with the exception of one other person.

He stood by the floor to ceiling shelves which were filled with different bottles of oil and antifreeze and tins of nuts and bolts.

His coveralls were very unbuttoned, exposing the black tank top he wore underneath, a patch over his heart read Eddie. He let out a wonderful sigh as he wiped his brow with his shoulder.

He was bent over the engine of a ford Bronco, a ratchet clicking rhythmically as he tightened something up when he noticed her, his hair all around his face despite the heat.

“Hi.” She squeaked out, preparing herself for interaction with a super cute stranger. His face was friendly, his eyes round and seemingly full of questions.

“Hey, there. How can I help you?” He asked, straightening to his full height and setting down the tool to pick up a red rag, cleaning his dark stained hands as he approached her.

“Hi, uh, i-is Gary here?” She asked, internally cringing when she realized she said hi twice. He didn’t seem to notice or care when he smiled amusedly down at her and shook his head, “Uh, he isn’t here today, but I’m more than happy to help you if I can.”

Y/n tried not to melt at the way he spoke to her, his voice smooth and even. “I-I would love some help, yes.” She nodded, speaking to the best of her ability and leading him outside. “Uh, m-my car has been making these weird noises for—“

“Sweetheart, did you… bring your…car?” He asked kindly when he noticed there wasn’t any other cars besides his own in the lot. Y/n’s face warmed.

“Oh, uh, that’s what I needed to talk to Gary about the most—she’s up the road a little ways. She died on the way over.” She shrugged.

Eddie nodded, new understanding behind his eyes as he craned his neck to see the car on the side of the road in the distance. “I’m so sorry for your loss.” He joked.

He nodded again, walking the few steps over to the switch panel on the wall, turning off the air compressor that typically roared in the back. It was odd to hear the shop so quiet without its noise. They sudden felt so… alone.

“I can, uh, tow her up here for you.” He offered, nodding over to his truck parked out front. It was a charming old white square body that has seen better days, but it was large, and could definitely pull Loretta.

Eddie picked up a very thick chain from the corner of the shop that had a large hook on the end.

“Oh, uh, are you sure? I was just gonna ask to phone a tow truck—“

“Pfft, tow truck…” he muttered under his breath with a smile as he lifted the chain into the bed of the truck. He then stepped over to the door and opened it with a creak. “Here, hop in.” He stood waiting, the sweep of his hand in the air making her smile exactly how he wanted.

“C’mon in… I won’t bite.” He said with a friendly smile that put her more at ease. She hopped in the truck, taking his waiting hand on the way much to his delight.

On the short ride over, Y/n remembered to introduce herself, at which he smiled and gave her his name in return.

“You, uh, new? At the garage? I’ve just never seen you there before.” She’d asked.

Eddie nodded with his eyes on the road, “Yeah, I just started earlier this month. I take it you’re, uh, at the shop often?” He grinned looking at her pooped out car, getting turned around to park in front of it.

“Was it that obvious?” She chuckled as he opened the drivers side door, hopping out after him. “If I say yes, is that mean?” He asked, half joking as he pulled the chain back out, the weight of it in his hands making the veins in his forearms strain against his skin as he walked.

“I-Is there anything you need me to do?” She asked, trying to be polite for the man going out of his way to help her. Eddie smiled to himself as he bent over to hook the chain to the hitch on his truck, specifically for instances like these.

His hair fell in his eyes as he tried to look at her, his hand flying up to comb it out of the way for the thousandth time that day. Y/n noticed his exasperation, “You need a ponytail?” She asked, raising her wrist to feel if she had one on her, which she didn’t.

Eddie’s eye’s lit up at the offer, closely followed by the breath being stolen from him as she pulled the red scrunchy from her hair and offered it to him. He felt like it was one of those moments in the movies where the girl lets her hair down in slow motion, the lighting hitting her perfectly.

“Here, use mine.” She smiled at his sudden change in demeanor. He set the other end of the chain on the ground, reaching out and taking the ponytail from her and hastily wrapping it around his hair in a bun that both caught her breath in her throat and warmed her heart.

“Thanks, doll.” He said as he picked up the chain and felt under the edge of the car for the best place to hook onto, but the chain came up a few inches short. “Think you could back my truck up just a bit?” He looked up from the ground to ask her, one eye squinted in defense against the light. The cute yet simple expression on his face made her want to fight the sun.

“Uh, of course! Yeah. Just a few inches?”

“Just a few inches,” he said reassuringly, “and I’ll let you know when to stop.”

Y/n nodded and walked back to the truck, the sight of her cute little Levi shorts hopping into the cab of his truck made Eddie smile and bite down on his lip as she started his engine.

He stood where he could see her in the side mirror, her smile returning when she caught the view of him grinning back at her as he raised his hand giving her the ‘come here’ motion with a hungry look brewing behind his eyes and a smirk pulling at his lips.

Y/n switched gears and eased off the break, letting the truck roll back slowly, not taking her eyes off Eddie’s reflection in the mirror. She worried she was staring at him too much, but little did she know he was loving the eye contact.

So much so, he sent her a friendly wink through the mirror, the action sending her heart pounding and her foot down on the break, the truck halting immediately. Eddie chuckled, “Little more, sweetheart.” He called, his fingers moving back and forth some more to summon her.

She took a deep breath as she eased her foot off the pedal again, rolling back for a couple more seconds before she heard him say, “There! that’s perfect.”

She put the truck in park and hopped back out. Eddie enjoyed the view as she walked back to him at a determined pace, her hair and other things bouncing with every stride. He hooked onto the front bumper and stood, their bodies suddenly very close.

“Alright, that should get us back to the shop.” He patted the hood of her car approvingly before walking back to the truck and opening the door for her, waiting with a smile.

“Y’know I could’ve just used the passenger door.” She said as she scooted across the bench seat of the truck. Eddie shut the door and turned to her with a playful smile, “Yeah, well, I like to open doors for nice girls such as yourself,” He shrugged, meeting her eyes with a blush, satisfied when he saw she wore a matching one.

“Also, because, that door sticks like no other and probably won’t open even if you tried.” He chuckled, his smile encouraging her to laugh too.

“You, uh, know Gary personally? Or just as your mechanic?” He asked, eager to hear about any part of her she wanted to share in this time they had together.

“He’s been working on Loretta since I got her on my 17th—“

“Loretta?” He asked with a quirked eyebrow, a new smile spreading on his lips.

“Yeah, what about it?” She said with a ‘try me’ smile blooming.

Eddie shook his head with a smile, “Nothing! Please, continue, tell me how you got Loretta.”

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After they got back to the shop and unloaded Loretta into a bay, Eddie popped the hood. He peered down inside leaning his hands on the edge of the frame. Y/n sat on a stool to one side of the car with her chin resting on her hand.

Eddie straightened for a moment, relieving some tension in his back and sighing, “You need a new fan belt, babe”. He mentioned passively while poking around inside, the nickname sending Y/n’s heart pinging around inside her body like a pinball.

“Maybe some new head gaskets—I’m gonna see if cleaning them will do the trick, though. Try and save you some money… maybe check the fuel pump too..” he spoke his train of thought, walking around to grab a jack and rolling it to the rear bumper of the car and pumping the long handle, making eye contact with her as he did.

His smirk stayed hidden in the corners of his mouth, telling her everything she needed to know about his angle. She appreciated how kind he was instead of making her uncomfortable, being used men in this field coming on strong. But not Eddie.

His smug smile grew when he caught her staring, waiting for her to break the eye contact, but instead she started giggling which sent him repressing his own. “What?” He asked incredulously.

“I dunno, you make me laugh.” She shrugged watching him grab a couple different tools and laying them out on the ground under the suspended end of the car. His head popped back up with his best serious face he could muster, “Who me?” He asked with his brows drawn together, her confidence shaking.

He stepped over to the radio on the shelf and flipped it on, You Shook Me All Night Long by AC/DC blared through the speaker as he picked up a stray wrench and bobbed his head for a bit before he began to lip sync into it like a microphone, a smile instantly growing on her face at his antics.

Once he saw it, he couldn’t stop until he reached her, adding in a twirl or a sway here and there which had her giggling profusely. He stood in front of her, the song almost complete, except then she started singing along, encouraging him to sing the lyrics with her.

His eyes and smile widened, holding his hand out for her. As soon as her hand clasped his, she was out of her seat, spinning around at Eddie’s will.

They danced in the empty shop til the song faded into commercials, the busy transitions halting them, he cleared his throat and removed his hand from her waist, their gazes lingering before Eddie blushed and looked back down at the wrench he held.

“I like making you laugh.” He mentioned casually through a coy smile as he stepped back over to the engine and set the tool down next to the others, choosing a screwdriver for the job instead.

She bit back a grin, hopping back up on the stool and enjoying the view. They talked about this and that, random life anecdotes that came up, preferences between music and drinks, which brought them to talk about his band’s regular shows at the Hideout and the ‘bad ass lemon drop shots’ the bartender mixes up special when she mentioned her favorite candies are sour.

Eddie enjoyed the conversation, feeling her gaze on him, seeing her legs swinging easily from the high stool next to the work bench. It all felt so incredibly easy, almost routine it seemed.

At some point she disappeared into the front room, returning with a couple of cold sodas from the vending machine.

As Eddie rinsed the head gaskets in the deep shop sink, he snuck a peek at the girl over his shoulder, finding her adoring eyes on him with a smile tugging at her lips. His cheeks burned before he turned back around and set the parts to the side to dry, walking back to see her, yet again.

“How’re you holding up, sweet thing?” He asked, his voice picking up a gravelly quality with the end of the day nearing. He leaned his hip against the table, his eyebrows raising as she set the can of coke in front of him.

“For moi?” He set a hand to his chest. “A scrunchy and a coke, you sure know how to treat a fella.” He winked as he popped the tab, tilting the can back for a generous glug that bobbed his Adams apple.

“Thank you, really. I’m hoping this does the trick.” He gestured to the head gaskets drying and the newly installed fan belt.

Truth be told, he was taking his sweet time on this little four hour max peoject, loving the time spent with the pretty girl in the short shorts that said nice things and smiled at him the way she did.

“Can you show me?” She asked, looking at the exposed engine of her beloved Loretta. “What, the new fan belt? Yeah! C’mere.” He waved her over.

“This is where the fan belt is, without it your engine isn’t getting any power, so the way your old one looks compared to the new one—“ He picked the abandoned, ragged serpentine belt from the ground to hold up to her to see. Her eyes went wide with embarrassment.

“Oh god.”

“Have you ever had it changed?” He asked with a chuckle, tossing the rubber back to the side and crossing his arms across his chest, his forearm grazing the top of her breast as he did. His smug smile gave his eye a mischievous gleam that felt teasing.

“N-Not that I know of.” She stumbled quietly, a blush on her cheeks that she could still pass off as the summer heat. Eddie tsked and chuckled at her shy disposition, her face towards their shoes that almost stood toe to toe.

“This old girl is gonna need regular maintenance if you wanna keep her on the road for a few more years.” He said with a shrug, stepping back to the other side of the car to grab the head gaskets to put back. Y/n looked back up at his retreating figure to take in the information.

‘Fuck.’ She sighed.

“But, uh, I make house calls if you’re interested! Y’know i-if you can’t make it out here.” He faltered, looking down at the metal in his hand, suddenly unsure of what to do with it.

Her heart leapt in her chest as she met his eye again, the look on her face a green light if he ever saw one. He smiled and set the gasket back down, moving back towards her.

He reached over on the workbench, finding a pencil and notepad usually used for writing job estimates, and wrote his phone number down, signing it with ‘if you need me -Eddie Munson (:’

He folded it in half and handed it to her, her breath slowly getting heavier the longer he looked at her the way he did.

“Or if you ever want to hit up the Hideout and get drinks or.. if you need a dance partner… I’m your guy.” He looked between her beautiful eyes and tried his best not to get lost in them while waiting for her to say something.

She smiled as she slid the paper in her pocket, nodding. “Y’know, I’m always in need of a dance partner.”

Eddie almost blanched at her response, not being a dance club kinda guy, but willing to try for her if it meant getting to be near her again. “Oh, yeah?” He asked nervously, her arms landing on his shoulders as her hands clasped at the back of his neck, his hands not hesitating to wind around her waist.

She giggled and nodded, “Well, if you count getting a little messed up and dancing around my living room… yeah, I need a dance partner desperately.” She said quietly in the space between them.

Eddie smiled widely and dropped his forehead against hers tentatively, only leaning in fully when she raised up on her toes to press hers against his. “I’d be more than happy to help you there, it’s the least I could do, you know, I’ve never had this much fun changing a fan belt!” He revealed with his eyes closed, delighted when he felt her giggle ring out against him.

“Yeah, well, I definitely don’t do this with Gary.” She joked with closed eyes, smiling when he threw his his head back in unbridled giggles.

“Oh, god, I sure hope not.” He shook his head down at her her, noticing immediately her eyes were on his lips. “Y’know.. I was thinking if you let kiss you I’d consider the job paid for..” he said quietly, his shyness coming back in to play.

Y/n’s eyes flashed excitement or intrigue, though Eddie couldn’t be for sure. “O-Or I could take you out first, yeah? W-Whatever works—“ She cut him off by pulling him down to her, their lips moving in tandem.

He sighed into her softness, his hands winding around her waist as he felt her raise up on her tip toes and lean into him. He loved how his nose felt pressed into her cheek.

She broke the kiss after thirty seconds, lingering close, looking back up to his deep dark eyes that stared back at her, a smile working onto his face.

“Or… why not both?” She smirked.

He nodded, “I like the way you think.” He said before pressing one more quick kiss to her unsuspecting lips. “Ha! Got one more.” He said as he slipped out of her grip to reassemble the head gaskets, her eyes following him everywhere with even more intent now.

It was then she noticed how cute his butt was in his jumpsuit, or how good her red scrunchy looked keeping his hair out of his face. He made his way back to Loretta, setting the freshly clean and dry parts on a towel on the tool box next to him.

She’d look away shyly when he’d try to steal a glance at her, both of their mouths tucking away bashful grins as he worked in their comfortable silence.

Thirty minutes later, the moment of truth came. Eddie’s heart pounded against his chest as sat behind Loretta’s wheel, worried if he didn’t have it fixed she wouldn’t be impressed and tell him to forget their plans to meet for drinks or whatever else it could lead to. He glanced to Y/n before turning the key in the ignition, their eyes locking when the engine only clicked.

Eddie’s jaw dropped disappointedly, looking at the dash of the car in betrayal. “Damn it.” He muttered, trying again to be met with the same outcome.

Y/n walked around to the driver door, looking at Eddie with a half hearted smile, “It’s okay! I can definitely pay for head gaskets…. and drinks” She nodded assuringly. Eddie looked back up at her with wide eyes, “Really?” His facade fully dismantled, the worry prominent on his face.

Y/n cocked her head in disbelief and leaned down to the window, her eyes scanning over his face, “Y’know you could’ve caught my car on fire and I would’ve still gone with you to get a drink? I mean you’d definitely be paying, but—“ before she knew it, Eddie was leaning through the open window and pressing his lips to hers in another tender kiss.

He felt her smile into him and her hands found his face, pulling him closer. He placed his worn hands over hers, wanting to stay in her touch as long as possible before they parted.

“I will be needing a ride home, though. So if you’d like to help me out there I’m prepared to compensate you generously.” She said widening her eyes for emphasis and biting her lip.

Eddie lit up, popping the door handle of the car immediately and exiting, rushing over to his tool box to close everything up before halting and turning back to her, “Wait, you know you don’t have to do any of this right?” He asked, approaching her with his eyes narrowed a little.

Y/n nodded, “And you know you don’t have to either, right? I’ve been saving for a while, I have enough cash to—“ He cut her off with a tight hug.

“No, no, keep your money!” He urged as she giggled, “If you pay for parts every once in a while, I’ll fix your car for free as long as you stay so sweet and keep me company when you can… deal?” He asked next to her ear as she giggled.

“Deal.” She beamed at him as his stomach growled, “Now take me home, I wanna make dinner for this super cute mechanic I met today.” She looked at him expectantly as she messed with one of his buttons, eagerness filling his eyes.

She watched him finish up, the boy like an eager puppy rushing from place to place, looking up every once in a while to check and see if she was still there, which every time she was.

After he flipped off the lights and locked the front doors, he stepped out of the garage, his new friend waiting for him as he tugged the long rope that connected to the giant rolling door, closing the place up for the night.

“There we go.” He said satisfied, dusting off his hands before throwing his arm around her and walking her to his truck to take her home as if he’d done it a thousand times before.

[lanternhall]

New author, ideas needed

Howdy I’m looking to write more and am interested in fanfiction. Works might end up being on the shorter end and will be full of passion (because idk if I can do quality) requests are open until I have about 15 in the wings. Writing may be slow free time is at a premium for me for a while. Planning on focusing on x reader content though characters with other characters is possible.I write for the following series

Hazbin hotel

Helluva boss

Lackadaisy

Mortal engines

Howls moving castle (movie, can’t find books)

Star Wars (originals-clone wars haven’t seen sequels)

Will do trans reader, male reader, female reader non-binary reader, poly ships or x reader

Content limits: nothing 18+ ,no adult+child, no intense graphical violence, ect. Can and will drop requests for external factors.

[prismuffin]

Masterlist:

Masterlist 2 (If any links are broken please let me know!)

Marvel:

Miles Morales x male!Reader: “You knew it was going to snow, right?” Miles Morales x gn!Reader: Protection / Confession Miles Morales x gn!ninja!Reader: "You're a nin-what?" Miles Morales x male!genius!Reader: Observant Miles Morales x fem!spider-woman!Reader: Coincidence Miles Morales x mute!male!Reader: Grateful

Peter B. Parker x male!detective!Reader: Distraction

Peter Parker (any Spider-Man) x male!spider-mutant!Reader: Love and Affection

mcu!Peter Parker x black!male!witch!Reader: Best One Yet

tasm!Peter Parker x touchy!gn!Reader: Physical tasm!Peter Parker x kryptonian!male!Reader: Jealousy, Jealousy

Scott Lang x male!Reader: "Out of Milk"

Steve Rogers x male!Reader: "Mine."

Steven Grant x trans!male!reader: Long Day Steven grant x asexual(spectrum)!gn!Reader: Normal

Yelena Belova x gn! Reader: “Dont fuck it up.” Yelena Belova x ftm!Reader: "You’re looking quite masculine tonight"

Stranger Things:

Nothing yet!

The Umbrella Academy:

Luther Hargreeves x male!himbo!Reader: Jacked Dumbasses [Headcanons]

Criminal Minds:

Nothing yet!

Hitman Trilogy:

yandere!Agent 47 x gn!Reader: Patience // Garden yandere!father!Agent 47 x gn!reader: Escapade

Lucas Grey x gn!Reader: "You..."

Mission: Impossible:

dad!Ethan Hunt x son!Reader: “Talk to Me.” dad!Ethan Hunt x son!Reader: "You're My Son." Ethan Hunt x agent!male!Reader: Can't Lose You Ethan Hunt x male!Reader: Someone He Could Trust

FarCry 5:

Jacob Seed x gn!Reader: “Chapstick”

Valorant:

Nothing yet!

Detroit Become Human:

Connor (Rk800) x male!engineer!Reader: Overheated

Elijah Kamski Fluff/SFW Alphabet (gn!Reader)

Markus (dbh) x fem!human!Reader: A Helping Hand

Simon (dbh) x human!loving!gn!Reader: You are my sunshine Simon (dbh) x human!gn!Reader: Turning Blue

Our Life Beginnings & Always:

Nothing yet!

Error 143:

Nothing yet!

Sally Face:

Sal Fisher x male!reader who’s into witchcraft; Little Dark Age Sal Fisher x gn!reader; I'm Here

WatchDogs Trilogy:

Josh Sauchak Headcanons !! (gn!Reader)

Sitara Dhawan x mute!younger!sibling!reader: Simple Mistake

COD: Modern Warfare2:

Alejandro Vargas & Rodolfo Parra x trans!male!Reader: Deserving (smut included)

John Price x top!male!Reader: "PRICE?!" John Price x Simon 'Ghost' Riley (req drabble): Sleep

John "Soap" MacTavish x Sly!Flirty!Gn!Reader (headcanons)

Poly!GhostSoap x airhead!male!reader: Idiot Boyfriend

Poly!Alerudy treating male!reader like Morticia Addams

The MW2 boys reaction to you calling them pretty boy (gn!Reader)

The MW2 boys reacting to male!Reader dying on the field (alejandro, rodolfo, soap)

The Imperfects:

Nothing yet!

Encanto:

Nothing yet!

Girl From Nowhere:

Nothing yet!

Metal Lords:

Hunter Sylvester with a Stoner s/o (Headcanons)

Dc Universe:

Barry Allen with a male!forensic psychologist!Reader

Dick Grayson x jealous!male!reader

Hal Jordan (Green Lantern) x quiet!male!Reader: Discretion

John Constantine x black!male!Reader: Cuddle-Bug

Tim Drake (Robin) x affectionate!male!Reader: Loverboy Tim Drake x gn!crow-like!reader; Catch me if you can

Kid Flash x male!Reader: Joy Ride Kid Flash x male!Reader: Denial Kid flash and flash (seperate) with a rich!male!Reader (Kid Flash) Wally West x gn!alien!Reader: Scent

Superman x male!detective!reader: Intrigued

Young Justice Squad x fem!aroace!reader (soulmate AU); Cursed

Masterlist 2

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[thepoisonroom]

hello sorry if you've been asked this recently but could you recommend some good adult trans books 👉👈 no worries if you don't!!

there are lots of good ones and i've fallen out of the loop since i left my bookstore job! there's sometimes this attitude that trans writers can only be successful in some genres but there are great trans writers in lots of genres! so have tried to include a mix of genres here to highlight some of that abundance, and because i don't know what you like so want to include many things that i think might spark your curiosity.

i'm leaving a lot of classics off that i'm sure you've heard of or have been told to read, as well as some stuff i read that i didn't love and don't feel i can vouch for. there's also lots of good stuff for younger readers (have esp heard good things about sisters of dorley hall and when the angels left the old country) which is really heartening when i remember furtively reading the one trans novel for teens at my library when i was little! and i like that there are trans characters for younger readers now who don't have tragic endings. but anyway:

i really like anything by casey plett, particularly her novel little fish! i loved ivan coyote's rebent sinner for kind of autobiographical vignettes as well as gender failure which they wrote with rae spoon. gretchen felker-martin and alison rumfitt are big faves if you like horror, they're both so smart and unsparing. your body is not your body if you want a good taste of lots of different trans horror authors. the seep by chana porter for meditative sci-fi. the fifth wound by aurora mattia which is hard to describe but v gorgeous. paul takes the form of a mortal girl if you want something kind of carefree and horny and fun and not devastating or upsetting. summer fun by jeanne thornton if you've ever been like what if velvet goldmine were based on the beach boys. i like confessions of the fox by jordy rosenberg but i think the ideal audience for this book is like transmasc grad students who are horny in a neurotic way so it's not for everyone. stone fruit by lee lai was my favorite graphic novel of 2022 and it's a really beautiful examination of breakups and caring for children as a queer person and also forgiving your family. gaylord phoenix if you like your graphic novels weird.

books from my own to-read list that i've heard good things about from people i trust (have included author names only where the title alone isn't specific enough to find the right book):

wrath goddess sing (if you like mythology remixes)

a natural history of transition (magical realist short stories)

manywhere: stories (unsettling also magical realist short stories)

chromatic fantasy (graphic novel, trans guy nun has sex with the devil and has a romance with a robin hood-type trans guy bandit)

finna (gay trans multiverse travel in an IKEA)

X by davey davis (bdsm psychological thriller)

idlewild (transmasc fujoshi tumblrinas have a toxic bestieship)

girlfriends by emily zhou (slice of life short stories)

boys weekend (graphic novel, bachelorx weekend turns into a cult murder mystery)

the boy with the bird in his chest (magical realist coming of age)

the call-out (gossipy novel in verse)

nettleblack (victorian transmasc hijinks)

the story of silence (medieval n magical french trans hijinks based on the historical poem)

unfortunate elements of my anatomy (horror short stories)

bad girls by camila sosa villada (magical realist coming of age epic)

apsara engine (south asian graphic vignettes)

future feeling (funny bizarre sci-fi)

everyone on the moon is essential personnel (cyberpunk body horror weirdness)

[americas1suiteheart]

Can you please do a doctor who fanfic, a 10th Doctor x TransMasc!reader please :3 nothing specific in the story other than that, though some fluff would be nice

Why I would be more than happy do write such! I absolutely adore Trans reader stories, its a shame there ain't many, I'm so glad you asked me this though!

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Brilliant!

[10th Doctor x Trans-Masc!Reader]

[Summary: After years of traveling with the doctor, you accidentally spout out about how you identify. You had hid it the whole time you'd known him out of fear he'd drop you back off on earth out of disgust. That was the last thing he'd intended on doing.]

[Warnings; 900-some year old age gap (can I count that as a warning?)]

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You were stupid enough to be messing with a piece of forgin spacecraft basically. You wanted to see what it was linked to, where it came from, and if it was getting any transmission signals.

So you began taking it apart. Yeah, just as I've said; not the smartest thing to do. Suddenly, it began whirring and flashing the white lights it had attached onto the top of it. Odd. Then it began blaring. Oh no. Then came a voice. Shit..

You take a few steps back from the piece of machinery and get your welding gun, protection I guess?

"WHO ARE YOU!? WHAT AM I DOING HERE!?"

The now what you assume is a battle robot or possibly even a life form, starts moving one of what you assume is its arm, and a blue glowing eye-like piece on its head.

Then it points another one of its "arms," up to you, starting to glow in a neon white color, making an awful whirring noise before flickering out and falling off from the body of it.

You were absolutely fascinated. Scared yes, but fascinated nonetheless. "What.. What are you?" I ask, walking closer as I look all around it.

"I AM THE DALEK! TELL ME WHAT DO YOU HAVE ME HELD HERE FOR!?"

This thing is incredible. You'd never heard of a Dalek before, but it surely was something. "I found you, I work in the engineering field and I was trying to see what you were or where you came from. I don't wish to hurt you." You put your welding tool down, seeing that the arm that seemed to be its weapon is no longer attached to it.

"RELEASE ME FROM YOUR CAPTIVITY HUMAN!" It begins rolling towards me, I back up slowly as to not let it get too close.

"Alright, I will but what did you come to earth for. Because surely your not from this planet or possibly even this galaxy, I'd never seen a piece machinery like that."

"WHY SHOULD I TELL YOU THAT!? WHY SHOULD I TRUST YOU!?" The Dalek rolls even closer to you, moving its eye up and down as if its examining you.

"Because I haven't done anything to harm you yet, have I? If I wanted to kill you I could have already done it by now." You place your hands up in a defensive manor as it rolls backward.

Suddenly, you hear your door beeps as it opens, you turn your head to the door, revealing two people, one young girl and one man.

"God, not again. Seriously what is it with you science guys and the Daleks." The Girl complains, followed by a chuckle from the man beside her.

The Dalek begins to freak out, blaring and flashing its lights as it looks at the girl and the man, pointing its remaining arm at them and flailing it.

"YOU ARE AN ENEMY OF THE DALEK! YOU MUST BE DESTROYED!"

What? It knows these people? Why are they enemies?

The man looks at the Dalek and deems it unharmful after looking at its missing arm. "You can't hurt me, you haven't even got your gunstick." The man laughs at the Dalek, getting closer to it. Then he turns to look at you, walking up to you. "You just have the bloody thing roaming around your lab? You know how much harm it could've done if it had its gunstick?"

"Well, it kinda did when I was messing with it." You admit, looking blankly at him.

"Your lucky your still alive you know, I'm telling you Rose, the bunch of you humans are fools sometimes!" He looks at the younger woman that you now know as Rose.

You look at the man dumbfounded, 'you humans'? Was he not a human himself like the Dalek? Was that why he was an enemy?

Rose approaches you, pushing the man to the side, "Hello, I'm Rose Tyler and this is The Doctor. We want to know how you get ahold of the Dalek and if it had caused any sort of mayhem before?" Rose puts her hand out to me to introduce herself and the man.

You reach for Rose's hand, giving it a firm shake as you introduce yourself, "Dr. L/n, and how should I trust you two? The other man is just called 'The Doctor'? No name or anything? And he said 'you humans' as well, how should I trust he's not just som-"

The "Doctor," then cuts me off, "Dr. L/n, I can assure you that you can trust us, we're probably the only ones on this planet that you can trust." The Doctor says, placing his hands on my shoulders.

"I found it in what we thought was an smaller asteroid landing, I found the Dalek mostly unharmed other than a few dents, then I took it into here and started taking it apart. I had no clue what it was really, It hadn't caused any damage and no one knows about it other than me and a colleague that thought it was just some spaceship debris. Would you please get your hand off me?" I explain, then looking down at The Doctor's arms on my shoulders, trying to shrug them off.

The Doctor takes his hands off of me, turning to the Dalek, "Alright.. What should we do about you now." He says, putting his index finder on his cheek in a thinking manor.

"FREE ME!"

"No no, I'm afraid we can't do that. We could kill you and just scrap your battle armor. Though self destruction might be better for y-" You shoot up and stand in front of the Dalek blocking it from The Doctor cuttting him off.

"Why should we kill it? It's already vulnerable being it no longer has its weapon." I look up at him.

"Dr. L/n, we have to kill it. It doesn't even serve a purpose here being the rest of its race is dead. There is no reason for it to fulfill whatever order it was sent here for. This creature doesn't show pity or remorse and will kill anything and anyone in any way that it can once it is able to." The Doctor explains.

You look down at the Dalek and step out of the way between it and The Doctor.

"YOU HAVE BETRAYED ME DR. L/N! YOU ARE NOW AN ENEMY OF THE DALEKS!" The Dalek looks at me as it flails its arm about.

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[Skip because I don't feel like writing a whole death scene for the Dalek]

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Rose comes up to me and shakes my hand once more, "It was a pleasure to meet you Dr. L/n, though it wasn't one of the best ways to do so I suppose," She lets out a lighthearted chuckle.

"Pleasure to meet you too Ms. Tyler."

The Doctor clears his throat, "Dr. L/n, what experience do you have with extraterrestrial machinery?"

"Well, I've handled quite a bit for a number of years now. I'm usually the person the higher ups hand all that kind of stuff to, why do you ask?" I say, taking my goggles off my face and placing them on the top of my head.

"Brilliant! I was wondering if you would like to travel with me and Rose here." The Doctor's face lights up as he turns to look at Rose.

"He doesn't know how to fix his ship, he just bangs the poor thing with a hammer and calls it a day." Rose giggles as The Doctor looks at her in unamusement.

Traveling with what seems to be an extraterrestrial being that just told another extraterrestrial being to kill itself, and a young girl. Sure that seems completely safe!

"Ship? So you're from space I'm assuming, Doctor?" You furrow your eyebrows.

"Well, yes. But Rose here is a human, you'll have another one of you on it, that is if you choose to go with us, of course, Dr. L/n." The Doctor shrugs his shoulders and tilts his head to the side.

"Alright, I'll go, but what am I going to do about my job? I can't just leave."

"We basically have a time traveling ship, give them a two weeks advance and then you can leave the same day if you go with us." Rose says.

I look at The Doctor and he nods.

"Alright, lead me to your "ship," "

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Its been years now since you'd first met the two. Now it's just you and The Doctor, as Rose had left a year ago now. You enjoyed your time with her and became good friends with eachother and wished she hadn't left, but you respected her decision.

Rose was the only one you had told about being transgender, she supported you and suggested you tell The Doctor, but pushed it off using excuses such as, "He won't understand it," and, "It wouldn't matter to tell him," but you were scared he was going to call you a freak really.

The reason for this was not just because you were afraid of losing a good friend, but because you had come to fancy him throughout those years.

You walk into the console room due to hearing banging, hoping it wasn't The Doctor trying to "fix," something, yet lo and behold, you find him using a mallet on the poor TARDIS.

"Doctor, if something is wrong with the TARDIS you could just ask me to fix it, you know that." You walk towards him, your arms crossed with a look of unamusement on your face.

The Doctor looks at you and places the mallet down, "Ah, Y/n! Great now you can go and fetch me the sonic screwdriver from the living area, I'd left it there when I was working on something else."

"Doctor, you don't need the sonic screwdriver, or this mallet, to fix this, let me do it." You say, grabbing the bag of your tools to look for the needed things.

"Watch, for stuff like this you only need a bit of electrical tape, wire cutters, and a couple of these wire butt connectors." You say, grabbing one of the faulty wires in the console.

"You splice the wires, taking off about a quarter of an inch, then you place it with the colour corresponding wire, connect in with the butt connector- are you even listening?" You look up at The Doctor to see him looking at your face.

"Yeah, yeah I'm listening don't worry," he says, leaning onto the railing on the console.

"What had I just said then?" You eye The Doctor for a second before going back to your work.

He stayed silent for a second, before saying, "Wires." He shrugs.

You roll your eyes and get back to working on the TARDIS. This wasn't the first time he'd done something like this, but yet, it didn't upset you.

"Y/n, I've wondered about your family. You never talked about them or anything of the such, why's that?"

Your family wasn't the best. After telling them you were transgender the only people that supported you was your dad and most of the family on his side. But everyone else, including your mum and your siblings cut all contact with you right after.

"Oh uh, I don't really talk to them anymore." You say, continuing your work.

"Why?"

Before you could stop yourself from saying anything you would regret, the words flew out from your mouth in desperation to be let out.

The one thing you told yourself you wouldn't do was done. You couldn't take it back or pass it off as a joke, the damage was done.

The Doctor just stayed silent, what appeared to be a look of confusion on his face.

You could've apologized and run off to your respectful room in the TARDIS, but you just sat there staring at him silently. You didn't want to loose more people because of your own choice to be something that you weren't born as.

"Y/n, I'm so glad you told me. Why hadn't you told me sooner?" The Doctor engulfs you into a hug.

Before you knew it you began crying. You'd never been so relieved and happy about something.

"You don't think I'm a freak?" You sputter out, trying your best to make it sound clear.

"No, Y/n I could never. I think your absolutely brilliant! I don't think I could ever have a more brilliant companion, really." He says, grabbing onto the both of your hands.

There was a peaceful moment of silence between the two of you before The Doctor broke it. "Y/n, can I tell you something as well?"

You nod your head.

"I'm in love with you, Dr. L/n." The Doctor says, looking at you as if you were the only thing in the universe, the glow of the TARDIS making his eyes glisten it that gorgeous caramel brown colour you adored.

That's the first time he's called you that since a little while after you two met.

"I love you too, Doctor."

You could see his eyes flick down to your lips before one of his shaky hands reaches for your cheek, he leans in and closes his eyes as he pulls your face closer to his, finally closing the gap between the both of you, placing a gentle but passionate kiss on your lips that lasted a couple of seconds before the both of you pulled away, breaths short.

He looked absolutely gorgeous in that moment, his messy hair sticking up from all directions, a lopsided smile on his face, an a deep blush spread across his freckled face, the TARDIS glow illuminating it.

"You're absolutely brilliant, darling." He says, placing another kiss onto your lips.

The universe had the best intentions for your life and you could never ask for anything better at that very moment.

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Word Count; 2,395

I hope that was a decent enough interpretation of what you wanted. I really like the way that this one turned out! My request book is open! Send any requests you have.

Do not repost any of my work!

[skulduggery-pleasant-bp9]

Playing with a Coroner and a Detective is not wise - Skulduggery x Male!Reader Universe

WARNING!: Mention of corpses, cursing, mention of murder, insulting AND MORE ! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED !!!

Part 4 – China Sorrows

“Samples ?”, Stephanie asked as they followed Skulduggery to his car.

M/n looked at her and sighed.

“Well, please don’t tell Mom...”, M/n begged.

“Don’t tell her what ?”, she asked suspiciously.

“Sis...I am not working as a Marketer. I am a Coroner. I work with corpses.”, M/n admitted.

She stared at him in shock.

“And Mom doesn’t know ?!”, she yelled.

“No, only Uncle G knew, because he paid the schooling for me.”

She had a wide open mouth at that, gaping at her Brother in utter shock. All this time, her Brother worked on corpses and murder cases !

“That’s so cool ! I will not say anything. But expect blackmail.”, she said then.

“Of course you would use it as blackmail...”, M/n sighed with a grin.

Then they arrived at the Detective’s car and M/n gasped, already starting to gush about the model he saw in front of him.

“No way is that a 1954s Bentley R-Type Continental !”, he yelled in excitement.

“It is.”, Skulduggery said with a smile in his voice.

“What is so special about it ?”, Stephanie asked.

M/n turned to her with big eyes of excitement.

“This model was only made to the number of 208 examples ! It has a six cylinder with a 4,5 liter engine too !”, M/n gushed.

“I let a few things be added into it too. I added a Central locking system, air conditioning, navigation system and other modern amenities.”, Skulduggery told M/n.

He was bouncing on his feet, in excitement.

“I will never understand your craze for cars...”, Stephanie muttered.

“Sissy ! I only am crazy for OLD cars ! I LOVE them ! They look cool and not as stupid as the cars nowadays !”, M/n whined at her.

“What is wrong with the cars nowadays ?”

“Everything ! Even the smallest issue, you can’t fix yourself anymore, you need a garage for that and pay a huge amount of cash, for a small thing ! They all look the fucking same and they all don’t have sharp edges anymore ! All the corners of the cars, nowadays, look like someone licked on them until they were round ! Eww !”, M/n complained.

Then he pointed at the Bentley.

“This car was rare and hard to get, thanks to the limited amount of its kind ! And, to make it even better, it was one of the very FEW cars that looked good with round edges ! Also, the engines had more space in old cars. They had longer snouts not as small as nowadays and nothing was all somehow forced inside there. Everything had space.”, M/n added.

(For people who want to know what that car type looked like...)

“Is that why you begged to have that Firebird ?”, she asked.

M/n looked at her offended.

“ ‘That Firebird’ ?”, he scoffed as he repeated her.

“Firebird ?”, Skulduggery asked interested as he unlocked the car.

“I call dips !”, Stephanie yelled and took the passenger seat.

M/n took the back and Skulduggery got inside in the driver’s seat. M/n buckled up and then pouted.

“What Firebird ?”, Skulduggery asked.

“She meant my 1977 Pontiac Firebird Trans Am Y82. MY car, that is currently unavailable.”, M/n answered.

“I haven’t seen one in a long while. I might want to see it one day.”

“Sure. I will probably work with you a few times, for information exchange, so you have a high chance to see it one day.”

Then Skulduggery started the engine and they drove off. It didn’t take long and they were on a road, which M/n and Stephanie didn’t know existed. So M/n asked him how he knew.

“I visited Gordon often, so I drove around here a lot and I know every corner here.”, he answered.

“Huh. That explains it...”, M/n said in thought.

As they drove past a sign that told them the direction to Haggard, Stephanie considered to just ask him to get her home, but she refused and shook the thought away quickly. That would mean that she can forget all of this. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity !

“Where are we going ?”, she asked.

“The City. I have a meeting there with an old friend. Maybe she can shed some light on the recent events.”

“Why were you here ?”, she asked.

“Pardon ?”

“Tonight. Not that we aren’t grateful that you were, but why were you near us ?”, she asked.

“Ah, that question had to come.”

“And will you answer it ? I don’t think you just came for M/n’s reports, for whatever reason you had to get these.”

Now that M/n thought about it, he sounded ready to come over anyways. Stephanie was right, there was more to this...

“I rather not answer that.”, Skulduggery said.

“And why ?”, she pressed.

He turned his head slightly into her direction. It looked like he had them both in his sight, with the street included.

“The less you two know about all of this, the better. You two are very normal children and tomorrow you go back to your very normal lives. It wouldn’t be good, if you two get even deeper involved with this.”

“But we already are deeply involved.”, Stephanie argued back.

“But we can limit the involvement.”, Skulduggery countered.

“But I don’t want to.”, she said.

M/n just watched, amused.

“But it is the best for you and your Brother.”

“But I don’t want that !”

“But it could-“

“No more sentences with ‘buts’ !”

“Okay, I’m sorry.”

M/n laughed at that.

“You two argue like long best friends. It is really funny.”, he chuckled out.

“Hah. Hah.”, she replied in sarcasm.

Then she turned back to Skulduggery.

“You can’t seriously expect us, that we forget all of this, just like that. We saw how magic was used, we saw the fire and YOU ! And we have heard about the war, from which no one taught us in school. We saw a world, from which we didn’t even know, existed.”

“Don’t you want to go back to your normal life ? It is less dangerous.”

M/n scoffed.

“Says who, Pleasant ?”, he asked the Skeleton.

“I don’t belong there.”, Stephanie stated.

“Nor do I. I feel so out of place in my ‘normal’ life. I am just very smart and no one else is. I feel like I never even dug deep enough to discover what else I can learn, that interests me. Magic does. It did since I was a small bean with the age of 6 years. Now I know it is out there, so why not LEARN about it ?”, M/n added.

Skulduggery turned his head completely to her and crooked his head to his side.

“Curious. Your Uncle said the exact same thing as I met him the very first time. Even more curious is that Gordon did tell me, that you, M/n, will want to join the world of mages as soon as you know it exists.”

Then Stephanie asked him if the things, Gordon wrote about, were true about the world of mages, at which M/n only laughed.

“I don’t think he did ! A lot of mages would have came after him, if that were the case. No, no, no. But he told me a few things about the world of mages, I think. I was never allowed to talk to anyone about it and I had to make a pinky promise. Never talked about it.”, M/n said proudly.

“You are probably right...”, she muttered.

“He got inspired by them, but he changed everything so much, so he didn’t embarrass anyone and he didn’t get hunted down or even killed for it. Your Uncle was a very great man, really. We solved many cases together.”, Skulduggery said.

“Really ?”, M/n and Stephanie asked.

M/n was in awe and excitement.

“Oh yes, you can be proud, to have had an Uncle as him. Of course I was involved in many fights, because he dragged me somewhere and just wouldn’t stop to get on other people’s nerves, but...we had fun. A lot of fun.”

M/n smiled saddened at that. He wished he knew.

The drive was very quiet after that, until the lights of the City appeared in front of them. The City was quiet and the streets almost empty. They drove onto a small parking lot, Skulduggery turned off his engine and looked at Stephanie and M/n.

“You two stay here.”, he instructed.

“Okay.”, the two replied.

Skulduggery got out of the car and not even two seconds later did the siblings also get out of the car. They didn’t tag along just to stay in the car. They wanted to see what else the world had to offer for surprises.

“Stephanie, M/n, I’m having doubts, that you respect my authority.”, the Detective said.

“Well, we don’t.”, Stephanie answered.

“You have to earn my respect, like anyone else. And that takes a while.”, M/n replied.

“Oh...well then.”

He put his hat back on and wrapped his scarf around his chin, the wig and sunglasses, he left out though. He pressed on the remote on his keychain, it beeped and the car doors locked themselves.

“That’s all ?”, she asked.

“Steph, not everything can be magical. That would be obvious.”, M/n said softly.

“What your Brother just said.”, Skulduggery agreed and then started to walk away.

They hurried to keep up with him.

“But you do magic from time to time, right ?”, she asked.

“Sometimes. Although, I am trying recently, not to depend on Magic all that much, I’m trying to deal with most of the issues, with what is in there.”, he answered and tapped his skull.

“There is empty space.”

M/n started to laugh at that.

“Yes, but you know what I mean.”, he replied a bit agitated.

“What else can you do ?”, she asked.

“Pardon ?”, the Detective replied.

M/n calmed down with his laughter and looked at them. He liked to be in the background. That way he was rarely noticed and he liked it that way. After all...he had bad memories of the few times he was in the spot light...

Mostly he got bullied, for being smarter, than anyone else in his school and for finishing his scholar ship and for starting work so early and all that. Whenever he was in the spot light, he was mocked, insulted, pushed around and bullied. He liked staying in the back and not draw too much attention to himself.

“Something, that has to do with Magic. Show me something.”, Stephanie said interested.

“What – a living Skeleton isn’t enough for you ? You want more ?”, he asked.

If Skulduggery would have had eyebrows, M/n bet, he would have raised them.

“Yes. Teach me something.”

He shrugged with his shoulders and looked at M/n.

“You too, M/n ?”

The boy was surprised that he was asked and involved too. He wasn’t used to people paying much attention to him. He nodded with a gleam of excitement in his eyes.

“Alright then...I don’t mind. I think it won’t hurt to do that. Two different kinds of Magic exist. The Alchemists do sorcery in one way, the Elemental mages do it differently. The Alchemists are more aggressive, their techniques show faster effects. The Elemental mages in comparison, I am one of them, chose the less spectacular way and make an effort, to control the Elements better.”

“To rule over the Elements ?”, Stephanie asked.

“That is a little bit exaggerated. We don’t rule over them, we manipulate them. We influence them.”

“You mean Earth, Wind-“

“Water and Fire. Exactly.”

“Show me, how.”

Skulduggery crooked his head a bit to his right side and the siblings could hear, that he had fun with this, as he “Fine then” said and he held his open hand out, towards her. She frowned, wondered, why she suddenly was freezing, and only then realized, that a drop of water ran over her face.

She looked to M/n and he was just as much, having small drops of water on himself, but he didn’t seem to freeze.

In the next second were, both of their hair, completely soaking wet, as if they just came out of the water with their head after a dive in it.

“How did you do that ?”, she asked as she shook her head and water drops flew in all directions.

“Hey !”, M/n protested loudly as he got most of them in his face.

He glared at his Sister.

“Biatch, I am standing right BEHIND you ! Stop spraying me even more wet than I already am ! I don’t want water from your greasy hair in my face !”, he yelled childishly.

“To your info, I showered yesterday ! When did you shower, huh ?!”

“Yesterday ! A whole damn stinky, rotting corpse fell on top of me, so I HAD to shower quickly ! It REEKED and had MAGGOTS, YUCK !”

At that Stephanie felt sick and gagged.

“Ewww !”

“Thank you ! Your sympathy is greatly appreciated !”, M/n said with a grin, knowing she didn’t feel bad for him.

Skulduggery chuckled at their playful banters.

“Anyways...I’m gonna guess how he did it. He manipulated the humidity. Which means he did Water.”, M/n said with a smart, know it all, grin.

He looked at M/n.

“Very good. That is correct.”, he praised, impressed.

“The first Element was water. We can’t split the Red Sea or something like that, but we have a little bit of influence about it.”

“Show me that with the fire again.”, Stephanie said.

“I am wet...Couldn’t have anyone told me that I am getting a shower for free ? I would have brought soap, towels and new clothes for that.”, M/n whined playfully.

Skulduggery chuckled. He snapped his gloved hands and sparks flew, he formed a fist and the sparks became a flame and he held the fireball in his hand, while they continued to walk.

The fire burned brighter and she felt, how her hair slowly dried.

“M/n, come over here, I’m drying you off.”, Skulduggery said.

M/n went next to his Sister and sighed as he started to feel himself getting dry.

“Wow.”, Stephanie said.

“Exactly. Wow.”, Skulduggery replied.

“Awesome. Thank you.”, M/n said, relieved.

“Were you cold ?”, she asked.

“Steph...I am a fucking AC no matter the temperature. I don’t sweat in summer and I don’t warm up in the winter, yet barely feel the cold. I wasn’t cold, I was just uncomfortable with my hair sticking to my head, face and neck. It is a disgusting feeling.”

“Ah- I forgot...”, she muttered.

“No shit, Sherlock...”

Skulduggery shook his head in amusement. They like to talk to each other in sarcasm and to roast each other. Gordon really knew them very well.

He threw the fireball into the air, with one quick hand movement and the siblings watched as it started to burn out in the night, until there was nothing to see anymore.

“Nice firework. The boom was missing though.”, M/n said jokingly.

Skulduggery laughed.

“Why thank you, but unfortunately I don’t want to draw attention to us.”, he replied to M/n.

“I had a feeling that was it.”

“What about earth ?”, Stephanie asked.

Skulduggery shook his head.

“You don’t want to see that and hopefully you never will have to see that. The earth power is a pure defensive story and is only allowed to be used at extreme emergencies.”

M/n was confused and concerned at that statement. Was it that big of a deal ?

“So...no stomping with your foot and making an earth quake, to destabilize your enemy ? That doesn’t exist in earth magic ?”, M/n asked.

“No it doesn’t.”, Skulduggery answered.

“Oh man... Earth is supposed to be cool and then you hear that it is the most useless power...”, M/n said saddened.

“It’s not useless-“

“You are not allowed to use it, besides it is an emergency case. Of course it is the most useless then.”, M/n interrupted the Detective with a pout.

Skulduggery was silent at that. He had to agree with M/n at that one. It DID sound the most useless ability. You have it at your disposal, but because of what it can only do, it is forbidden to be used.

“What is the strongest Element ? The fire ?”, Stephanie asked after a while.

“That is the most noticeable, that gets all the ‘Wows’, but you would be surprised what a bit of air can do, if you displace it correctly. Displaced air doesn’t easily disappear, there must be a place, where you can push it to.”

“Can we see it, once ?”

They reached the end of the parking lot and walked past a low wall, which surrounded it. Skulduggery pressed his fingertips on the ball of his hand, spread then his fingers and did a fast movement from his wrist in the wall’s direction. The air shook and the bricks flew onto the sidewalk. Stephanie and M/n stared at the brand new hole in the wall.

“I knew it ! Air is the best Element you can have !”, M/n cheered.

“Man, is that cool.”, Stephanie said in amazement.

As they continued to walk, she turned back around a few times to look at the wall again.

“What about the Alchemists ? What can they do ? Are these those people you watch in Ninjago ? One can do shape shifting, the other copy magical abilities and the other can use nature to his own needs ?”, M/n asked in excitement.

Skulduggery looked at M/n as he asked that.

“Ninjago ?”

“Lego Ninjago is still my favorite Series. I watched all seasons and they also have Magic, but they call it Elemental Powers. And they are all called there Elemental Masters.”, M/n shortly explained.

“Huh. Never heard of it before.”

“It is a great Series. Steph watched it with me a lot too. I guess I am a person that will never grow too old for children series and Movies. I hate news and other stuff. All I like is Comedy, children stuff and some murder series, like Navy CIS, Bones, Castle and Death in Paradise. News are boring and my Mom keeps me updated anyways. The reporters just babble too much in my opinion.”

“That is a lot.”

“Meh, Uncle said it was way too little stuff that I liked. Now, are Alchemists like that ?”, M/n asked.

“Kind of. I met a shape shifter and someone who could read your mind.”

“So cool ! I have decided, I wanna stay here ! This is EXACTLY my world ! I always wanted to be around Magic and work with it !”

‘Oh dear, what have I done ? Gordon you would kill me...’, Skulduggery thought.

Stephanie looked at her Brother and then had a grin on her face.

“Which one is more powerful ? An Alchemist or an Elemental mage ?”, she asked Skulduggery.

M/n scoffed.

“I bet it is Elemental. I mean come on ! They have FOUR different Elements they can use, while Alchemists just have ONE, as it sounds.”

“Actually, it depends on the mage all alone. An Alchemist can have so many tricks up his sleeve, so many different abilities, that he can be stronger in the end than the strongest Elemental mage. That has been proven.”

M/n stared at Skulduggery with a wide open mouth.

“B-but, Elementals have FOUR Elements to control ! FOUR ! How is an Alchemist with just ONE power, better than YOU ?!”

“They concentrate more on their one power and are more aggressive with it than Elementals are. It gives them a slight advantage.”

“Was the sorcerer Mevolent ? The strong Alchemist ?”

“No, Mevolent was an Elemental. It is rather rare, that an Elemental is choosing such deviations, but it happens.”

“How do you know, if you can do sorcery ? Can anyone learn it ?”, Stephanie asked.

M/n knew that she wanted to know it badly, but played it off as if that thought just crossed her mind.

“Not anyone. In fact just very few can learn sorcery.”, Skulduggery answered.

“They usually then gather at one location, so that there are, over the whole world, little groups, of sorcerers. In England and Ireland, as example, exist eighteen districts, in which only sorcerers live.”

“Can you also be a sorcerer, without knowing it ?”

M/n was concerned at that question. Skulduggery told them that it is most definitely possible. And Stephanie was saying it was sad, while he found it amusing. M/n scoffed.

“Sure it is very funny, to know that there are more mages out there, most possibly, and they never knew that they could have helped two worlds, mostly when it is people that just KNOW that they don’t belong and most likely decide to do suicide because of it, because they FEEL that something is missing, but never could find out WHAT was missing. Very funny. To die for.”, he told Skulduggery with a slightly agitated tone.

“Alright, when you put it THAT way, it isn’t that funny anymore.”, Skulduggery said softly.

“Because it isn’t ! Parents lose their own children out there and who knows why ! Many do it because they KNOW something is missing in their life ! What if it was a mage, that never knew, because no one could help them ?! Not every child that killed themselves did it from depression ! Seriously, and mages find it FUNNY ?!”, M/n raged.

“Brother, calm down.”, Stephanie said calmly.

M/n took deep, calming breaths.

“I am calm. But it is WRONG to find it funny, that people take their lives and die, never knowing that they could have changed the world. That they were maybe missing the world of mages. Who knows ? Maybe mages, that don’t know that they are mages, feel a certain emptiness and that means that their world is calling for them. They just can’t pick up on it.”

“I never thought about it in that way.”, Skulduggery admitted.

“Hah. Maybe you should.”

Soon enough they entered a story building and climbed stairs up. They followed Skulduggery until they stopped at a door that read ‘Library’. He knocked on that door and then waited.

“By the way: Even if you want to do it badly, don’t tell her, under any circumstances, your names.”, Skulduggery warned.

They nodded in understanding and then the door opened. They were let in by a man that seemed to be a bodyguard. They went inside and followed behind Skulduggery, who followed the man, for a while, until they spotted a female. The woman had raven black hair and water blue eyes. Then the woman smiled and Stephanie started to feel warm and welcomed, while M/n looked very uncomfortable.

Stephanie wanted nothing more but to be next to this woman, while M/n wanted to be as far away from her as possible.

“Leave it be.”, Skulduggery warned.

The woman looked at him and her smile became mocking. Stephanie stared at her delighted.

“Leave it be.”, Skulduggery repeated, firmer this time.

The woman laughed and shrugged her shoulders, but before she could say anything M/n smacked the back of his little Sister’s head, which she hissed softly at.

“First off: Hell no, little Sis. Second off: She is way too old for you. Third off: You are too young for a relationship. And fourth off: I don’t like her.”, he whispered to her.

“You didn’t fall for it ?”, Skulduggery asked M/n in surprise.

“No. Whatever it was, I didn’t get influenced. And thank fuck for that. She made me VERY uncomfortable though. I do NOT like her. Whatever she tried on me and succeeded to do to my Sister, she better shoves it up her ass for the next time, otherwise I will do something drastic about it.”, M/n said and growled at the woman.

The woman stared at him in shock. M/n put a protective arm around his little Sister, death glaring the woman.

“I’m sorry. I tend to forget, what influence, I have on humans. The first glimpse and all...”, the woman said with a slight bow.

“It seems to me, that you forget that every time, when you meet someone knew.”, Skulduggery accused.

“What can I say ? I am muddle – headed.”

Skulduggery turned to Stephanie.

“Don’t be embarrassed. Everyone, that meets China for the first time, fall for her. But believe me, the effect will wear off, the more you get to know her.”

“It will get weaker, but never fully stop. Right, Skulduggery ?”, the woman, China, asked.

M/n didn’t like what this China was referring to. He didn’t even like her, this close, to them. The Detective took off his hat, but didn’t answer her question.

“If you tell me, that you fucked this woman at some point, I will gag and vomit into your Bentley, Skulduggery. She ain’t even that pretty. She is more creepy than anything.”, M/n whispered to him, so the woman doesn’t hear him.

Skulduggery looked at him. M/n wasn’t sure, but he guessed that he was surprised.

China smiled at Stephanie, which M/n already hated, and she gave her an eggshell colored business card, on which stood a telephone number in elegant handwriting.

“Call me, if you stumble over any books or something, from which you believe, could interest me. In the past Skulduggery did that too. Nowadays not anymore. I fear, too much water has flown down, the proverbial creek. But where are my manners ? I’m China Sorrows, my Dears. Just call me China. And you two are ?”

Before Stephanie could answer, M/n stepped in.

“Her name is ‘non of ya business’, Toots. My name is ‘Joe Mama’. Now step away from me and my Sister. Ever heard about personal space and the five foot distance rule, Miss manners ?”, M/n growled out protectively.

China looked at M/n in shock and then stepped away from them. Five feet, while Skulduggery chuckled at M/n’s attitude. He really hated China.

“He is very overprotective. I rather not provoke him, China.”, Skulduggery said amused.

“I have realized.”, she muttered.

“You look almost, like that one Bitch that tried to sexually assault me, three times, in school. Be glad I just want you five feet away and not in the trash can.”, M/n growled out darkly.

“You were almost assaulted, three times ?”, Skulduggery asked.

“The whore wanted badly into my pants. She even wanted to force my family, to make me marry her, with 10 years of age. I was almost out of school too. Uncle said he took care of her. No idea what happened to her, but she just disappeared after that, luckily. That hoe was at least 7 years older than me too.”

Stephanie looked at her Brother in horror.

“Why didn’t you tell me that ?!”, she yelled.

“Because you were too young to understand. You were only six years old, Sis. You didn’t have to know.”

“What a bad woman...”, China scoffed.

M/n glared at her.

“You were no different near my Sister right now. Just keep your distance.”

Skulduggery sighed and then snapped China’s attention back on him.

“They are witnesses of how someone broke into Gordon Edgley’s estate. The intruder searched for something. What could Gordon have had, that someone wanted badly ?”

“You don’t know who it was ?”, China asked the Skeleton.

“Who the man was, is not important to me. I’m only interested to find out, who his Master is.”

“And who, do you think it is ?”

The Skeleton was silent and China laughed.

“Again Serpine ? Darling, to you, Serpine is practically responsible for every Crime.”

“Because it is exactly that.”

“Then why are you coming to me ?”

“You hear a lot.”

“Really ?”

Skulduggery asked her if China heard anything at all, and she replied that it wouldn’t be anything helpful, just some Bullshit she heard. After he pressed at that matter, she told him that she heard that Serpine was doing research about some Sceptre of the Ancients and that he was actively looking for it, apparently. He said it was just a fairytale, which already made M/n think that he might be wrong.

Then they were talking about what Gordon could have had, that someone wanted to steal. China said that, that is probably not the right question, he should find an answer to and he seemed to understand exactly what she meant. In M/n’s head it clicked, meanwhile Stephanie asked what that meant, on which Skulduggery just said that it isn’t important what they wanted to steal, but what they wanted to have, that Gordon had to die for it first.

China explained then, that there are objects, which, can only be used and taken away from the previous owner, when they are dead.

“So like in Harry Potter and the deathly hallows ? Where Voldemort had a wand that he thought belonged to him only, but that wasn’t the case, the previous owner still was alive and with that its loyalty didn’t belong to him. There was the big rumor that the previous owner had to die for the wand to switch owners, but that was wrong, they just had to deweaponized them, which Voldemort didn’t know, and then he killed the person, he thought killed the previous owner. But it wasn’t Snape who owned the wand’s loyalty, it was Draco Malfoy and after he was deweaponized by Harry Potter, it belonged to Harry. Snape killed Dumbledore, who had the wand first, but Malfoy deweaponized Dumbledore, so he was the next owner. Does this make sense ? In order to get some objects, you have to either kill someone, wait for them to die or even deweaponize them, before you can own it and the loyalty of the said object ?”, M/n asked.

All three of them stared at him.

“What ?”, M/n asked.

“You understood all of this, just from a Movie ?”, China asked.

“Yeah ? I am smart, after all. I was a Potter Fan for a while, until it died out. Can’t stand the Movies anymore.”

“Impressive. But yes, that is how this works.”, Skulduggery said.

“Well, fuck me then. This doesn’t sound like it’s gonna be an easy case.”, M/n said and slumped his shoulders.

Skulduggery turned back to China and asked her to inform him if she knows anything or heard anything that might help. In which she asked what she’d get in return.

“If this all involves my Uncle, and you decide to not say anything, and I will find out about it, I might beat your sorry ass, woman. I might look like a weakling, but I can whoop ass. I will NOT hesitate. I beat a mage tonight already, I am not afraid to do it again. You get in return, a free evening and no ass whooping, how about that ?”, M/n snarled.

She looked at M/n and then at Skulduggery.

“He did that ?”

“Yeah, he was ready to kill.”

“He woke up and chose violence today.”, Stephanie replied.

They all looked at her and M/n scoffed then mumbled stuff under his breath.

After that they left, Stephanie switched and this time she sat in the back and he in the passenger seat, M/n looked at his watch, then choked on his breath.

“SHIT !”, he yelled.

“What is it ?!”, Stephanie yelled in the car, while Skulduggery stayed calm.

“I have to get my car soon ! I can’t come home too ! I will miss the agreed upon timing to get my car and pay for the repairs ! They are always so busy and full ! It will take me hours to get my car, if I come later !”, M/n complained, stressed.

“I can just drive you there.”, Skulduggery offered.

“You’d do that ?”

“Of course.”

“Great ! Thank you !”

“No problem.”

M/n told Skulduggery the address and he drove them there. As they drove, Stephanie asked more questions about Serpine and other things, M/n only listened partly to the conversation. He had a bad feeling.

“Guys ?”, he said softly.

They went silent.

“Yes, M/n ?”, Skulduggery asked.

“I have a VERY bad gut feeling.”

“Why ?”, Stephanie asked.

M/n looked around in the car and waited for something to appear. Then it happened.

“WATCH OUT !”, M/n screamed as he saw the car, without headlights, driving straight at them.

He took the wheel from Skulduggery and forced himself on top of the Skeleton and hit the gas, quickly shifting gears, to avoid getting hit. The headlights were turned on, suddenly, but M/n couldn’t care less if he was blinded, it was a straight road and the fucker came from Skulduggery’s side.

He was quickly in the fourth gear and was out of the way as the car drove down the road and into the mud. M/n’s adrenaline was way too high for him to register, that they weren’t chased anymore. So he continued to drive fast for a while, until he was calm enough to look into the mirrors and see no one following. He halted the car and then carefully went back into his own seat.

He was still pale, but he was calming down. Then he felt sick and slammed open the door of the Bentley, ran a bit away and started to vomit. Skulduggery and Stephanie got out as well. She was worried for her Brother, while Skulduggery was impressed with his reflexes.

“M/n, are you alright ?”, she asked her older Brother.

“Never been-“, he vomited again, “...better....”, he finished bemused.

“Who was that Freak ?”, she asked.

“The same guy, that intruded our house.”, M/n answered softly as he wiped his mouth clean with a tissue.

He looked at his Sister and then he froze.

“This isn’t over yet...”, he muttered in panic.

“What do you mean ? Your gut ?”, Stephanie asked worried.

M/n nodded.

“I feel watched too...”

Then there was a yell and it was the man again, with a few scars. M/n dodged him and punched him in the jaw.

“CAR ! NOW, SIS !”, M/n yelled.

She refused to do so. She tried to find out what she could do to help. Then she looked at Skulduggery.

“He seems to be immune to fire, could that mean he is specifically trained on that element alone ?”

“Yes, why ?”

“Water puts out fire. What if...”

“Water hurts him ?”, Skulduggery asked.

She nodded.

“Worth a try.”, Skulduggery said, shrugging his shoulders.

M/n landed a mean kick against the man’s shin, who screamed in pain at that.

“Just leave us the fuck alone you fucking creep ! Go back to your Master and live out your Master/Slave kink there, won’t you ?! Fucking curl up in a corner and die already !”, M/n screamed in frustration.

“Your Brother has a mouth...”

“No one ever could make him stop from cursing when he was pissed off or protective.”, she replied to Skulduggery.

Skulduggery then manipulated the humidity and water rained onto the attacker and M/n. The man started to scream in pain and, as the water became more and more, the man started to fall into pieces, right in front of M/n. He jumped back and just watched as he died, just like that.

After he was dead and only remains were left, M/n puked again.

“M/n ?!”

“Anxiety kicked in ! I’m fine !”, he replied to his Sister.

Skulduggery turned to Stephanie.

“Good thinking there.”, he praised her.

“Yeah, great thinking, Sis...”

After that, they got back into the car and Skulduggery arrived at the car dealer, whose garage was working on M/n’s car. He got out and said his bye to Skulduggery and Stephanie.

“I will visit a friend later, if you want, you and your sister can tag along.”, Skulduggery offered.

“Are you sure ? As we drove, you were very hell bent, to leave it at a onetime only thing.”, M/n asked.

“I have a feeling you two have a very good feeling, in this kind of work.”, Skulduggery answered.

“Well then, sure !”, M/n replied.

“I will join too !”, Stephanie replied as she took back the passenger seat.

“Alright then. Until later, M/n.”

“Until later, Skulduggery, Steph.”

Then they drove off and M/n waited for the garage and car dealer to open up, which was any minute now.

‘Just pay for the car, take it and drive home, then work on stuff until Skulduggery comes and picks you up.’

Masterlist HERE !

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MASTERPOST TIME WULULULU-

(Main page (rules, fandom list, extra info))

💗 is multishots / 💝 is oneshots / 💌 is headcanons

💕 is fluff / 💔 is angst / ❣️ is lime / 💋 is smut

💞 is poly / 💘 is match-up / 🤍 is not an x-reader / 🩵 is platonic

orange means it is being worked on / red means it is in my inbox

TF2

Sniper only connecting with the reader - 💕/🩵 + 💌

RED!Mercs with Pacifist!Medic!BLU!Reader - 💕/🩵 + 💌

Touch starved!Sniper with s/o - 💕 + 💌

Scout with introverted s/o - 💌 + 💕

Engineer with chronically ill s/o - 💌 + 💕

Heavy, Engineer and Medic with an s/o with night terrors - 💌 + 💕

Medic finds out crush is an alien - 💕 + 💌

Sniper + Wildlife anon - 💕 + 💘/💌

LGBTQ headcanons - 💌/🤍

Trans Scout - 💌/🤍

Engineer + Autistic Fem!Reader - 💕 + 💌

PAYDAY 2

Adopted!teen!reader + the PDG - 💌 + 🩵

Jimmy and his s/o during + after work - 💌 + 💕

Joy with fem!S/o who is depressed - 💕 + 💌

Dallas with a male crush - 💕 + 💌

Wolf with shy!male!reader - 💕 + 💌

Dallas with small!fem!sniper!S/o - 💌 + 💕

Hoxton x Wolf x reader - 💌 + 💞 + 💕

OG gang post-ending - 💌/🤍 + 💔

Dallas with a Medic s/o - 💌 + 💕

Houston + Hoxton flustering their s/o - ❣️ + 💞+ 💌

Wolf with a male s/o - 💕 + 💌

Bain, Houston, Sokol and Dallas with shy/cute/sensitive (fem) reader - 💌 + 💕

Clover, Bonnie, Bodhi + Dragan grieving their s/o - 💌 + 💔

Sokol + Jacket with (male) s/o watching (bad horror) movies - 💌 + 💕 + 💞

Hoxton with crush that's a (nice) guard - 💌 + 💕

Bain + Heisters with a cuddly s/o - 💌 + 💕

Sokol, Hoxton + Bain with hypersensitive s/o - 💌 + (slight) 💔 + 💞

Jacket, Jimmy, Houston + Hoxton with innocent s/o - 💌 + 💕 + ❣️

Houston + Hoxton with mediator/s/o who breaks up their fights - 💌 + 💕

Bain with his crush - 💌 + 💕

Dallas with younger/silly s/o - 💌 + 💕

Jacket, Hoxton, Sokol + Bain with s/o who's an 'over-achiever' - 💌 + 💕

Dallas, Hoxton, Houston + Wolf with hurt s/o - 💌 + 💕

Houston with tiny s/o - 💌 + 💞

Dallas + Houston catching their s/o singing - 💌 + 💕

Jacket with s/o 'sharing a bed' - 💝 + 💕

Hoxton with s/o 'no strings attached' (I hate this one sm bc it's old and cringe) - 💌 + 💔 + ❣️

Sleeping Dogs

Wei with s/o helping him with his grief - 💌 + 💔 + 💕

Wei, Jackie + Winston and their s/o - 💌 + 💕

Wei with s/o who's cousins with Dogeyes - 💌 + 💔 + 💕

BBC Ghosts

Thomas with best friend/crush reader - 💌 + 💔 + 💕

Clone Wars/The Bad Batch

Hunter with caretaker!Reader - 💕 + 💌

Crosshair + Hunter with the same crush (Mafia AU) - 💌 + 💕

Demon Crosshair with a crush that's an Angel (AU) - 💌 + (slight) 💔 + 💕

Ninjago

Ninjas with angry sibling reader - 💌

Star Wars: Hunters

General Sentinel Headcanons - 💌 + 🤍

Star Wars: Rebels

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Faith: The Unholy Trinity

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Detroit: Become Human

Ralph + reader angst - 💌 + 💔

HLVRAI

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Henry Stickmin Collection

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Yandere simulator

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Minecraft: Story Mode

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Sons of the Forest

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Undertale

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