#finlay macmillan

[rannapie86]

Enoch O’Connor/reader headcannons

part 2 !

• Enoch loves an old musical (like the sound of music) and you have caught him humming the songs many times but he will never admit it

• Whenever you wear one of his jumpers/cardigans he makes you leave it on during sex argue with a wall

• He loves giving forehead kisses, and he loves receiving jaw kisses as that’s where you reach on your tip toes

• Everyone in the house adores you and in the beginning asked you why you were with him as you’re so lovable and he well.. isn’t. It hurt his feelings a lot. 😔

• He hated any position that he cannot see your face in, he has to feel close to you and connected the whole time and likes to gauge your reaction to things as he is always trying to give you a better experience

• He will sit and watch all of your ur favorite musicals and occasionally if you beg and bribe him enough he will quietly sing the male parts to you in a duet. Knowing them as he has had to endure them so many times

• He sings quietly and in a low deep voice, while you’re belting it passionately, wether you can sing or not, he will only sing very close to you with you cuddled into his side, usually singing into your hair

• When Jake arrived he brought some music with him. Enoch one day discovered his fondness for Joy Division

• He LIVES and BREATHES Joy Division. He basically thinks he IS Ian Curtis

The only times he will actually willingly sing unprompted is sometimes his fav JD songs like Disorder or She’s Lost Control, but he only continued to sing if you join in so that you can drown him out

(Sorry there is so much Joy Division stuff I just believe this sm!!)

• You used to sing him to sleep with songs from the old records which he still loved but now much prefers when you quietly hum the tunes to the songs he likes now

• He hates Jake so much

• When he arrived Miss P chose you to show him around so when Enoch saw this he locked himself away in his room for hours

• He one time saw Jake ask to borrow a bookmark and you had the audacity to actually give him it. Enoch could not believe this act of blatant adultry. It took him ages to talk to you again

• One time after a particularly frustrating day Jake asked Enoch to pass the bread rolls at dinner, Enoch picked one up and lobbed it as his head.

• Once he saw Jake fleetingly glance at you from across the room during the movie so naturally Enoch pulled you onto his lap and wrapped his arms around you for the rest of the night.

“Enoch let me go”

“Why so you can go give him ANOTHER bookmark?”

• Veryyyy petty

• He was so happy when he showed interest in Emma, not that he wanted him to stay around but it made him feel more secure about y/n

• One time on a walk they were exploring a little, Enoch and Jake were helping lift everyone down from a tall rock that everyone else was to short to jump down. Jake helped Emma and Olive down as Enoch did t even really like touching the other girls. Anyway. Enoch was distracted helping Hugh down that he didn’t realise it was your turn. He saw Jake reach for your waist and almost bet him up right there. He smacked his hand and glared at him, shoving him out of the way before he looked at you with a small smile taking you by the waist and easily lifting you down. (I’m gonna make an ex trended one shot of that !!)

Thank you all for readinggggg!!

Do we like the idea of a one shot where other kids are staying in their loop for a few days and want to play spin the bottle but Enoch is NOT having it ?

[stanzo75]

Scraped knees □

Background: y/n is hard of seeing, her peculiarity involves bioluminescent and partially acidic tears that over the years have worn down her eyes, although from a young age she could wipe the tears before they ran down her face, her eyes couldn't be saved and are mostly just white. The white eyes made it harder for enoch to trust her when he arrived in the loop, and he still doesn't quite seem to like her despite her attempts to earn his friendship.

Guys I'm sorry if this sucks, I'm rusty! This is my first attempt at writing since 2021 so I really hope it is at least decent!! I also have NOT proofread this.

"HEY! watch it!,"

a sharp, bitter tone snaps.

As you stumble back, you look down to see a blurry dark figure on the ground sitting against a tree.

"OH! Im so sorry-" you say quickly as you recognize the figure of enoch o'connor, the one peculiar in this loop who hasn't seemed to accept you yet.

You can't quite see his face, but you can faintly make out the scowl he's giving you. Claire's voice can be heard from nearby behind you, sounding to be getting closer with each word,

"y/n! We're over here! Come play." Suddenly claire is next to you, grabbing your hand and helping lead you away from the brooding boy.

Claire and bronwyn had invited you outside to the garden to play with them, they loved playing imaginary games, pretending to be princesses or mermaids or knights, and you were always their favorite person to play with, as Emma was always with Jake and olive preferred staying inside. They never made you feel like you were a burden, given your poor eyesight, every day for an hour or two after lunch you'd be outside in the garden with them having imaginary battles or pretend tea parties, and it always made your day. Especially on the days that enoch wouldn't hold his tongue around you.

"I found her! She almost ran into enoch!" Claire says as they reach bronwyn, letting go of your hand and bouncing over to sit next to her.

You follow, taking careful steps and sitting in a circle with the two younger girls.

"We should be pirates today!" Bronwyn exclaims excitedly.

"No, I wanted to be princesses!" Claire says back stubbornly.

"We did that yesterday! We're doing pirates today! Right y/n? It's my turn to pick!" Bronwyn says, sounding upset.

"Bronwyn is right claire, it's her turn, we can do princesses tomorrow, okay?" You say softly, seeing the silhouettes of both of them looking at you expectantly. You can hear claire sigh but she doesn't protest.

The three of you work out a storyline and the roles, Bronwyn was of course the captain while you and claire were her trusty crew members. You'd be sailing to an island to steal hidden treasure.

For about 30 minutes, things are going well, you all are running around running from pretend angry rival pirates, until you accidentally get too far away from the clear space they had established as their play place for your safety. You get near some trees, not realizing yet that you have gone to far, and something snags your foot. You can feel your heart drop as you lose your balance, feeling sharp pain digging into your skin after you fall. You hadn't quite hit the ground, and after a few moments of wriggling and feeling sharp thorns pricking you, you realize you had fallen into a thorn bush.

"Oh my- are you okay?!" Bronwyns voice says suddenly, sounding concerned.

You turn your head, seeing her silhouette standing a few feet away.

Before you can respond she blurts out

"Wait here!! Im going to get miss peregrine!"

You wriggle again, trying to free yourself from the thorns but only getting yourself more snagged, gasping in pain as the thorns prick your skin.

After a few moments you hear heavy footsteps, too heavy to be claire or Bronwyn, and you assume that miss peregrine has come to the rescue.

But as gentle hands slowly lift your arm from the entanglement, you smell a faint aroma of chemicals, dirt, and worn down cologne. That isn't miss peregrine, is it,, enoch? Gently he untangles you and lifts you from the thorn bush.

"Are you okay? This looks like it hurts" he says gruffly after setting you on the soft grass.

You look up at him, faintly seeing his blurry face, he looks to be,, worried?

You nod gently, feeling deeply embarrassed and slightly nervous by his presence.

"Let's get you inside and cleaned up, okay?" His voice sounds reluctant, but you can hear a hint of worry, or care, or something other than hate hidden behind the irritated tone.

You feel him help lift you up, one arm around your waist and one holding your arm around his neck.

You give in to his guidance, partially because you know you need the help, and partially because you've always wanted to be this close to him.

"Thank you" you whisper softly as he walks you to the house. You hadn't yet noticed the sharp stinging in your knees, but as you walk the pain becomes more noticeable. You grimace softly, stopping abruptly to graze your knees with your fingertips, flinching at the pain and feeling a wet substance coating your fingers.

"No, don't touch it, you don't want it to get infected" enoch says firmly as he gently nudges you back into walking.

He leads you into the house, helping you settle down on a couch. You can hear his footsteps fading and you're left alone.

Your knees are throbbing in pain now, and you can feel tears welling up in your eyes, its a familiar faint sting.

You didn't quite know why you were crying, it could be the pain, or the embarrassment, or maybe the shock of the boy you had been silently pining for finally paying you any attention.

"Are you in pain?"

You jump at his voice, you hadn't noticed his footsteps returning.

"Yeah! Im okay!"

You reply quickly, reaching up the quickly wipe your eyes, hissing in pain as your acidic tears sink into one of your scrapes.

He doesn't respond, but he kneels in front of you and you can make out a concerned look on his face.

You can feel him gently take your hand and you feel a cold but relieving sensation over the tear covered scrape.

Little by little he wipes down every cut and scrape with a wet rag, despite your wincing he continues cleaning your wounds silently.

You yelp out in pain as the rag touches one of your knees.

"Shh, you're okay, I'm just cleaning it off"

he whispers.

"Is everything alright?" You hear a calm voice say

You look towards the doorway to see the unmistakable figure of miss peregrine standing.

You nod, looking at her with an expression of embarrassment.

"She had a fall when playing with claire and bronwyn, I'm taking care of it"

Enoch replies

"Very well, come to me if you need anything"

Miss peregrine says softly before walking off.

Enoch continues wiping down your knees, gently holding down your legs to prevent you from pulling away.

"Be still, I'm almost done" he says firmly, moving the rag down to clean the scrapes on your legs.

Once he is finished he sets down the rag and pulls out a first aid kit, you can faintly recognize it, a big red tin box.

You close your eyes as he pulls out gauze and wraps up each of your knees slowly and firmly.

"Why are you doing this?" You ask him, sounding a mix of confused and hopeful, secretly wanting him to say he cares for you.

"Claire got me, I didnt want to disappoint her." He says gruffly, his emotion unintelligible.

You feel a pang of disappointment, but you try your best not to let it show.

"Is that all?" You ask quietly.

Enoch hesitates for a moment, clearly thinking over what to say.

"I didn't want to see you hurt" he replies, sounding as if he's holding something back.

You accidentally let a sigh of disappointment slip as you sit back.

"Dont do that" he says firmly.

"Why?" Your voice sounds wavy, disappointment clear in your tone.

He doesn't respond, and you sigh again.

"I do,, care about you" he sounds hesitant, but genuine.

You dont respond this time.

"Don't do that, say something." You can't make out his tone, but he sounds kind of,, hurt?

"Do you actually or are you just saying that to make me feel better?" You reply, sounding bitter.

"I do actually!" He snaps.

"Then why do you constantly act like I'm a burden?" You snap back, finally losing your patience with him.

"I- i don't know! I don't know how to act around you!" He shouts. "Maybe you just,, make me feel a way I've never felt before and I don't know what to do about it" he says, quieter, sounding both angry and unsure of himself.

You sit there for a moment, processing his words.

"You mean,, you like me?"

He groans, sounding frustrated.

"Maybe! I dont know! okay? Just don't- don't think anything of it, I'm trying to stop it." He sounds hesitant, as if that's not what he really wants.

Unbeknownst to you, enoch had liked you ever since he laid eyes on you. You made him nervous in a way he had never felt before, he loved it and hated it at the same time. So instead of trying to get close to you, he acted like he hated you, it was easier than facing his real feelings, ones he had never had to deal with before.

"You don't have to you know" you whisper.

"What do you mean?" He asks, his voice sounding strained.

You take a deep breath and reply in a voice barely above a whisper, "I like you too."

He goes silent, presumably in disbelief.

"You're not messing with me right? That's not fair."

He says, sounding uncertain.

"I'm not messing with you, I'm being honest!" You says defensively.

"Okay okay! I believe you, but what do we do now?" He says back, sounding frustrated again.

"I don't know, what do you want to do?" You ask quietly.

",,can I try something? You can say no" he whispers.

You nod, trying to make out his face through your blurry vision.

His face suddenly gets closer to yours, and for once you can make out his features, you can feel his warm hands cupping your face as he looks into your eyes.

"Are you sure?" He whispers, and you nod again.

He leans in closer, seemingly nervous and unsure, so you take your chances and lean into him, connecting your lips in a gentle kiss. At first the kiss seems unsure, but as you both lean into it, it turns to a sweet, deep kiss.

As you pull away after a few moments, you can faintly see his flushed face, looking starstruck.

"I- let me continue bandaging you up" he whispers, a hint of excitement in his voice.

You smile, finally at peace knowing you hadnt been pining over him for so long for nothing.

[its2am-andimsad]

Book Enoch as movie Enoch redraw :)

Yes, he's my favorite

Request open :D

[scvttish]

obscure celebrity crushes are not for the weak like when anyone asks me "who's your celebrity crush?" do they expect me to say something common like shawn mendez or harry styles because ima be pulling up to the clerb with finlay macmillan and nick robinson and there would be dead silence and crickets

[jacobxenoch]

[clean-bands-dirty-stories]

Habit ~ E.O.

A/n: This felt the way eating something for the first time in a longen time when you are it a lot as a kid? Does that make sense? Idk I just love it

Request: “...Enoch O’Connor x Male I beg of thee” by anon

Word count: 2200+

MASTERLIST

Jake was the most annoying person Y/n had ever met.

The problem with a boy shaking the very core of the way Miss Peregrine's Home worked, is that there was a set routine. Not just the same day, every day. Not just the same clothes. Not just the same activities and expectations, but also the same people. The same dynamics. Everything was clear and simple and predictable - as it was supposed to be. It was Enoch and Horace and Olive and Fiona and Claire and Emma and Millard and Bronwyn and Hugh and the twins and Y/n. They all had their chores, their meals, and their rooms. Wake up, do the exact same thing, reset the day, go to bed.

In some ways, Jake changing everything was nice. Emma was happier with him, and they were safer now. They'd always be safe now. Miss Peregrine didn't have to deal with her imperfect day, and they had lots of new friends.

Change was hard though, and unpredictable. Emma and Jake, and then Fiona and Hugh. And then suddenly everyone was a lot less okay with Enoch and Y/n pining for each other but never doing anything about it.

Enoch and Y/n had always been like this. They avoided each other despite everything, somehow having pulled it off for decades straight now. Anytime they did talk, the room seemed to go still. They were insatiable, starving for each other. Every look was too long, and yet too short. Every conversation saturated with so much emotion neither boy could handle it.

Being a teenager was hard.

But for decades, everyone had left it alone. At some point the distance and awkwardness and desperate yearning had become a part of the routine. Wake up, do what you did everyday, glance over the way Y/n's breath caught, a smile tugging to his face when Enoch brought something to life, ignore the way Enoch's eyes lingered when Y/n began to chat with a bird or squirrel or worm.

Even Fiona was good at it, and she was Y/n's sister. They had always been far more concerned with their own relationship as siblings. Two halves of one whole - a plant gift and an animal gift. Flora and fauna.

But now she was busy with her own crush, and without her there to fill Y/n's time, it was more and more obvious how ridiculously in love he was. Olive had met a girl in the other loop they'd joined who had wings, and the two had been having a ball flying around together - which meant Enoch was more available than normal as well.

Of course they ended up in the same space more often than they usually did.

The new kids weren't used to the pining. It wasn't routine, they hadn't learned to ignore it. And the more they pointed out that the way Enoch and Y/n acted wasn't a just-friends-and-family feelings kind of situation, the more the other kids acknowledged it too. Suddenly everyone was looking at the boys expectantly, and with all those eyes on them... it was hard to ignore their own situation even more.

This was especially hard on Y/n. He had always known he wasn't going to end up with some epic love like in the books. Even before the loop, everyone had marked him as insane and weird. His little sister could make flowers grow in the palm of her hand, and her older brother knew all the town secrets because the pets could talk to him. But after the loop? The options were so limited and he was gay - it wasn't going to happen. No way in hell that with one person he could even possibly end up with, who he liked, liked him back. That sort of thing was difficult to find even with several options. But one?

Not to mentioned he hadn't really come to terms with the fact that he wasn't straight. Everyone knew he was into Enoch, but outside of that they had no idea what was going on with his sexuality. He'd never opened up about it, and flat out denied anytime someone had asked. Even Fiona had nothing to offer in terms of information - he hadn't told her anything either. Which was weird, because they knew a lot about each other. She was his confidante.

He'd never even admitted it to himself.

That wasn't good enough for Leroy and Sofie though. They were two of the kids from the other loop, and they were determined to play match maker between the two boys. It was how a harmless game night had gone so terribly wrong. They had convinced Jake to talk about all the silly, immature party games he had heard of and to "experience the culture they were missing out on" all the kids from both loops had been dragged into several different rounds of truth and dare and spin the bottle and seven minutes in heaven. Nothing happened for most of the people, who only fist bumped or took the opportunity to info dump in a space where the other person had no option to listen.

And then Enoch and Y/n got picked.

For the first ten minutes, both boys were completely composed. But Enoch had a very good understanding of time and as more than seven minutes passed, he grew agitated. "It's been long enough, let us out," he called.

When all that came back from the other side was giggling, Y/n got irritated too. Being this close to Enoch was bad enough without there being a foreseeable end in sight. "Guys. Guys!"

"Talk about your feelings!" Sofie called back, and a dozen pairs of feet could be heard on the stairs, leaving Enoch and Y/n. In a closet. Locked for who knows how long. Alone in an entire room, in the basement.

Miss Peregrine would put it together and come and get them before dinner, but... even that was a long way away.

It was quiet a long time, but eventually even Enoch couldn't handle it. He broke first.

"Are we just going to wait for Miss Peregrine?"

Y/n shrugged. "They all left, so... It's not like even if I did anything here they'd let us out."

"Did anything?" Enoch scoffed. "Did what exactly."

"I don't know," Y/n snapped. Both boys were rather hot headed and tended to interact with each other through biting remarks and snarky banter. These snippy words were familiar to them.

Enoch rolled his eyes. "I'm not just going to sit here that whole time. At least tell me what they think we need to share feelings about?"

Y/n shrugged. "Beats me."

Another king quiet and then Enoch seemed to soften. He had changed a lot since Jake too. He had been so defensive of Emma before, but now he saw the flaw in that. Emma and Jake were happy, and more than anything he... envied them. He wanted that. And he had wasted enough time keeping himself from it. If Emma could open her heart to getting broke to risk love and succeed... maybe he could too. "Y/n."

"What?" He was gorgeous. That withering look and unwavering attitude. Enoch loved that he could always keep up, matching any sass off or sarcastic comment. Often beating Enoch at what he had always considered as his own private game. A game he never lost at... until Y/n. Y/n who found his homunculus fascinating instead of disturbing and never scared at even the worst of Enoch's attempts. Y/n who was so awkward and brash with people, but so gentle and calm and caring toward animals. Y/n, who was his best self out in the woods with no shoes on and a smile on his face as he closed his eyes and listened to the wind through the trees, the birds singing, the bugs buzzing...

"Do you want to play Twenty Questions?" It was another of Jake's silly games. They had planned to play it after Seven Minutes in Heaven but, well, now they were locked in a closet.

Y/n shot him a withering look, cocking an eyebrow. "No."

Enoch's lips almost twitched into a smile. "Come on. Since when are you more of a buzz kill than I am?"

Y/n sighed. "Fine. Whatever." He looked at Enoch again and couldn't help but soften. They were both like this. Hard to touch, impossible to get close to. Rough and snappy. Except for those select few. For Enoch, it was the girls. Fiona and Claire had it the easiest; Olive had to work for it; Emma had gotten under his skin after Abe. For Y/n, there was no one who had worked their way into his good graces as well as Enoch had. He of course had softness for the kids, always taking to children who needed someone to have their back - even if they wouldn't admit it - but Enoch was still special. He always was.

Enoch swallowed a smile, matching Y/n's casual energy. They both leaned against the wall, Y/n crossing his arms over his chest and Enoch slipping his hands in his pocket. "You go first," Enoch encouraged. There was something playing in his eyes, so bright it shone even in the low lighting.

Y/n raised an eyebrow, unsure. "Okay... what's your favorite color?" It was a dumb question - he already knew - which meant that if Y/n wasn't going to try neither was Enoch.

"Triangle." He smirked, then leaned forward. "Do you like men?"

There was a long silence in the closet. It felt... horribly fitting. Suffocatingly on point. "Why do you ask?"

"That's not an answer," he shot back.

Y/n's face burned. "That's a dumb question! You've never cared once in our decades of friendship and now you do? Why?"

"Because of Jake." Y/n almost began going off about how annoying Jake was, but Enoch cut him off. "I thought everything was set in stone. He were the group we'd always been. Abe proved it to me. We can get smaller, but never bigger. But then Jake came along and left behind everything for Emma. And I realized, maybe that's what love is. Maybe it's giving up what was for what could be. Because it's worth it. And if I made a leap like that, I won't even have to give anything up. All I have to do is take the first step."

His voice was so soothing, but his words were like shots of ice through Y/n's veins. It was a startling contrast. "Enoch..." He frowned, pursing his lips. He couldn't look at the other boy. "What would you do if I asked you that? You can't expect me to-"

"I do. I like men."

Y/n's jaw dropped. He snapped it closed after a beat, eyes trained on Enoch. The other boy seemed... excited. Genuinely. "And you're telling me this... for a reason. I assume?" Enoch just nodded. He wasn't just excited; he was nervous too. To be fair, so was Y/n. "Because you like me?" He asked, even more softly.

Enoch hesitated. Then nodded. "I... have. For a long time."

Y/n sighed, head falling back against the wall. A part of him wanted to argue, wanted to fight it. Wanted to stick his head in the sand.

But a much larger part of him knew that this had been coming for a long time.

“I thought when I told you I was into men it would be scarier.” Enoch laughed at Y/n’s confession, and it was only a split second before Y/n joined him. It was completely bizarre and borderline ridiculous. They’d been denying their feelings so long it had become habit. First out of hesitation. You never know exactly how someone would react to something. And then it was friendship. They were so close, and they’d gotten into a pattern of thought. They were only friends - nothing else was possible. But as everything around them changed, pattern had no room in their life anymore. So habit had taken over.

And now…

Y/n rested his head on Enoch’s shoulder, hesitantly taking his hand. Enoch sighed, squeezing back. Reassuring him.

“I like you specifically,” Y/n piped up.

Enoch’s smile was small as he tried to fight it, but the blush across his cheeks gave him away. “I like you too.” Y/n chuckled again, and Enoch echoed him. Like their energy was bouncing off of each other, growing. Becoming simply by the existence of the other.

“I don’t want our first kiss to be in here,” Enoch sighed. The closet was too much a metaphor, but even more-

“I don’t like that everyone’s forced so much onto us,” Y/n agreed. “Thank god they did, but-“

Enoch huffed with amusement. “But I don’t want them to have everything. Some things are just for you and me?” Y/n nodded and Enoch smiled, leaning close and pressing his lips to Y/n’s forehead. Y/n sighed, content. They stayed like that until the close door was opened, several pairs of curious eyes staring in at them.

“Are you together now?”

Y/n and Enoch exchanged looks and then scrambled to their feet, both shouldering the door open and slipping out. Everyone was laughing - even the ones who tried desperately to lock the pair back in the room.

And so the boys were out of the closet.

They took each others’ hand again when they settled onto the couch together, an everyone had to agree: that could be enough.

[heathsbitch]

NIGHTMARES - e.o’c*

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex (You know the drill, guys), Daddy kink, spanking, choking

Word Count: 2307

I knew the moment I walked into that room, he was pissed. Even then, that was understatement. He was furious. I wouldn't have minded if he had a good reason to be. But, he was just jealous. He was always so jealous and so protective. I would say it was cute but he wasn't kind in the way that he acted.

He was possessive, and dominant. But I was certainly not complaining.

Enoch was mad at me because I was talking to Horace. It wasn't anything special, we were just discussing peculiarities since ours are quite similar. Enoch just happened to catch me laughing at something at Horace had just said. It caused him to drag me up by the sleeve of my dress and all the way up to his room where he would continue to shout at me.

"What the fuck were you doing?" His accent became thicker as he shouted. "I was laughing at a joke, Enoch." I simply responded. He towered over me, his hot breath cascaded over my face. Nerves and anger rode through my veins. Enoch intimidated me but I didn't want him to know that because he would use it against me.

"What was that?" He kept his voice low. "I-I was laughing at a joke." My eyes were no longer linked with the chocolate ones of Enoch. They were cast at the floor. It felt like whenever he looked into my eyes, he could see all my secrets, all of my thoughts.

"Knees. Get on your fucking knees," His voice was calm even when he spoke. It sent shivers sprinting down my spine as I followed his orders. Enoch laced his right hand through my hair, yanking it to the side so my neck was exposed.

He used his other hand to trace patterns across my neck. They were light and teasing. A whimper fell from my lips, I wanted him to do something. No, I needed him to do something.

I hadn't realised it before but whenever he would raise his voice, it sent a warmth to my core. My heart rate would increase ten-fold. My hands would shake and shiver with fear and arousal. It was strange. And only Enoch could make me feel like that.

Both of Enoch's hands left me so he could undress himself. He ripped off his shirt and then made quick work of his trousers. "Look what you do to me, doll," He muttered as his cock sprang free and hit the bottom of his stomach.

Enoch grabbed his generous length in his hands and stroked it a few times before leading it towards my mouth that hung slightly open. We had done things like this before but every time I saw him, it sent me into a flurry of shock and wonder.

"Open up," He cooed, and I did. I parted my lips and let him wrench his cock past them, filling my mouth. He held me there, and began to thrust brutally into my mouth. He was rough and unforgiving. I felt tears form in my eyes, a reflex from the repeated brushing of his cock against the back of my throat, which had caused me to gag on him.

It was like a switch had been flipped and Enoch had been filled with darkness and pure lust. Hormonal rage ran through his veins but he couldn't stop himself. It felt too good.

"Is this all you're good for?" He asked, pulling out of her mouth to tap his hardness against my lips. "Choking on cock?" I whimpered but answered him anyway, "Yes, Daddy."

I could've almost sworn that his eyes had become even darker at the comment. Enoch grabbed my face again, his fingers digging into my cheeks. One hand left my face to tear the front of my dress, leaving my breasts to hang free in front of him.

He hummed, pleased at what he saw. His fingers left faint trails across my chest and my hardened nipples before wrapping itself in my hair again. He pressed against my lips, and I parted them, allowing him to push past them once more and fuck my mouth.

I kept my hands on his thighs through it all, knowing it was the only thing I could bring myself to do. Enoch was in control, and he constantly reminded me of that.

"I have half a mind to cum on your face and let you speak to the Bird. Everyone would know that you're mine then, even all the little ones," Another whimper left my mouth, I couldn't let him do that. The kids were too young to know of things like this, they were too innocent.

But so were we, once upon a time.

He pulled out of my mouth, but instead of going back to what he was previously doing, he bent me over his desk after he wiped all of his previous projects off.

He pulled my panties down my legs and slid his cock across my dripping pussy, making me whine as he brushed over my swollen clit. He offered a smack to my bottom, right before he shoved into me with one thrust. Enoch filled me right up, making me squeal loudly at the feeling of intrusion.

He placed his hand on my back, holding me down firmly as he began to move, not even bothering to slowly build up the pace so I could adjust. He started out hard and fast, fucking me without mercy, all while I shrieked and cried out. I was unable to do anything but hold onto the edge of his desk for dear life as he slammed into me, to the point where it was painful.

But the pleasure that came along with that pain was delicious, and I found my toes curling and my eyes rolling back. Enoch reached forward and grabbed me by the throat, yanking me back, all the while keeping his brutal pace.

"What's my name?" He breathed into my ear. My mind couldn't function properly and the only thing that came out of my mouth was a strangled cry. Enoch lifted his hand to my bottom as he delivered a harsh smack. "What's my name?" He repeated.

"Daddy!" I shouted. "Good girl." He moaned into my ear as he let go of my throat and clutched my hips in his surprisingly large hands. My hair was now a mess, falling down my shoulder as he continued to handle me lick a rag doll.

We were loud, surely everyone in the house had heard us by then but in that moment, neither of us cared. That single, subconscious thought of 'What if the kids hear?' had gone flying out of the window when Enoch first forced himself into me.

Much to my shame, I was already close. That familiar sensation gathered deep within me as he continuously slammed against that spot that was sure to have me soaking him in no time. "D-daddy," I barely manged to get out, "I'm c-close."

He pulled out of me and flipped me around on his desk so I was on my back. "You're mine," He growled. Enoch's perfect hair had fallen out of place and was now a mop of tangled curls. His lips were thick and wet, pulled into a smirk as he gazed down at my begging body.

"These are mine as well," He lent forward to suck one of my breasts, then the other, sure to leave teeth marks in his wake.

Then, he shoved into me again, causing me to cry out from underneath his body. Enoch leaned back, placing his hands at either side of my head as he started to move again. He quickly picked up his jarring pace.

He watched as my breasts bounced with each thrust, clearly amused and wildly turned on. My pussy was still so wet, and an obscene squelching sound filled the air with each thrust of his cock.  

My eyes rolled back as he took a moment to offer a few deep rolls of his hips, nudging against that spot all over again that had me whining pathetically, back arching off of the desk. Enoch grabbed my hand in an instant, pulling it down to my lower abdomen, just above my pubic bone.

He grinned as I looked up at him with wide, watery eyes. "You feel that? Feel Daddy's cock all up in your guts?"

"Y-yes." I squeaked, hardly able to form words. Enoch only laughed and lent down to kiss me, bruisingly so. Then, he brought his own hand down, placing it over mine and pressing down hard, applying pressure that was sure to have me release against him in no time.

I trembled, violently, hardly unable to focus on anything but the burning , blinding pleasure that was rushing through my veins. I wasn't sure if I was allowed to cum, Enoch was so un-predictable.

But my voice was non-existent at that point and I knew that I wouldn't be able to ask for permission. At that rate, I would gladly take a punishment for cumming without permission. Anything to finally release all of that built up pleasure and tension.

I didn't care.

Enoch used his other hand to grip my throat and he looked down at me, something reminiscent of a snarl and a smirk etched onto his face as he pistoned his hips into mine. The sound of skin slapping against skin was so loud it sounded painful. And it was, deliciously so.

At that point, incoherent sounds  were leaving my mouth. I had completely lost myself, immersed in a pleasure so divine. Again, Enoch laughed, leaning closer so he was in  my face. "Look at that," Another laugh, "Now, every time you speak to Horace, you can think of this moment. You will think of my cock ramming into you so hard that you've forgotten your name and how to function."

He mused in delight. It was then that he released my throat and brought that hand down, shoving it between my legs and roughly circling his fingers over my throbbing clit. All while his other hand was still firmly placed against my lower abdomen.

I knew I was done for then, it was only a matter of time before I let go. I didn't care how loud I got, I just needed a release. The pleasure was insurmountable and I couldn't help but scream. My hips raised from the desk as Enoch rutted into me, ruthless, animalistic, enough to bring tears streaming down my cheeks.

And then, as he leaned in close again, time seemed to slow. Everything faded away, and all I could see was his exquisite face.

"Come," He simply said.

And I did. With a low wail, I felt it overtake me, a warmth that spread from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. It swallowed me whole and sent me writhing across his desk, unable to make a sound as it ravished me.

Sure enough, I soaked Enoch, release surging from me and dripping down his cock and thighs. I finally came down, shuddering with the aftershocks of such a powerful orgasm.

But Enoch wasn't finished. He continued, even after it was clear that I was extremely sensitive. He never let up that wild pace until it hit him, and he all but shouted, overcome with pleasure. His seed spilled into me in a seemingly endless stream and I all I could do was lay there and relish in the wet, filthy warmth that coated my insides.

I was still in a haze, and barely noticed when Enoch had pulled out of me, pausing to watch his essence drip out of me. He took my face in his hand. "There's my good girl. I wasn't too rough, was I?" The lust had fallen from his eyes and all that was left was concern.

I chuckled at his comment, a small smile dancing upon my lips. "No, it was perfect." I whispered, my voice couldn't go louder. He laughed at my words as our lips met one final time before he left to get a towel so he could clean both of us up.

The next morning was strange. And incredibly awkward.

It had started out as a normal morning, aside from the fact that I awoke in Enoch's bed and could barely walk. We all met downstairs in the dining room for breakfast, as usual. But it was what came next that was awkward.

I winced as I sat down, Enoch on one side of me, Olive on the other. She took glares at me from the side and I could've sworn it was because she knew about last night. As Horace wandered into the room, slightly late, Enoch's words from last night bore into my mind.

'Now, every time you speak to Horace, you can think of this moment. You will think of my cock ramming into you so hard that you've forgotten your name and how to function.'

He wasn't wrong about that. He must've noticed the look of shock upon my face because he slid his hand into mine under the table. "Y/N?" Claire piped up as she reached for some bacon that was lying on one of the many plates.

"Yes, Claire?" I questioned back, a smile on my face. "Were you dreaming about your family last night?" Confusion rang through me, 'What did she mean by that?'.

"What?" I asked with a giggle. "Well I heard you screaming 'Daddy' so I was just wondering if you were alright."

My head snapped towards Enoch and he mirrored my actions. A crimson tint slapped across both of our faces as we noticed the shear scowl on Miss Peregrine's face.

[finlaymacmilln]

jaycebartok: @finmacmillan is here - let The Prince of Soho reign #theprinceofsoho

[just-mariii]

Enoch O' Connor is my fictional love. I love this character, both in the movie and in the books. I think he's been very underrated for a long time. Here is my video appreciation of the Hollow Heart.

[ifuckinglovefingerlingpotatoes]

[rannapie86]

Enoch O’Connor/reader headcannons!

• When no ones around they will slow dance to the records they have, he always lets her choose which one

• She chooses the same one everytime but he doesn’t mind, that’s their song

• Reader makes him wash his hands strictly before and after even going near his homunculi much to his annoyance

• Reader always sits on his lap/straddles him in a bear hug on his chair while he’s trying to work

• Miss P knows that he can have especially bad days sometimes, so every now and again she will excuse him and y/n and allow them to skip dinner or the movie so that Enoch can relax

• He still doesn’t like going outside so he will literally just sit as the kitchen window completely still and watch y/n for hours

• On the rare occasion he decided to go outside Claire forced him to play tag, which led to y/n finding him face down in a bush as he wasn’t used to running and tripped almost immediately

• y/n never let that go.

• He keeps an old fashioned printed picture (like the ones Abe had) of y/n on him at all times, it was her sleeping and Emma had taken the picture but he stole it for himself.

• They share a room as y/n was the only one he was willing to share a room with and they were running out of space so Miss P begrudgingly allowed it.

• Despite what it seems Miss P actually does like them together, noting that Enoch was much happier with her around.

• Enoch has a childlike wonder for your peculiarity and makes you do it/use it multiple times a day.

• He is a gentleman, as this was the norm for his time, he is always well kept, holds doors, will tie the readers shoes etc.

• y/n and him will often sit on the edge of the island where Millard was killed and just look out at the sea, fantasizing out loud to eachother what it would be like to grow old, listing things they would do and see for hours

• Enoch wanted children a lot, that was always his plan, when you came along you both unintentionally became parents to Claire and Bronwyn.

• Claire and Bronwyn started calling Enoch and y/n mum and dad. They thought it was so sweet and loved imagining themselves as married and with children.

• Enoch was almost distraught every time he thought about how he could never actually marry y/n. He decided he would make do and they had a small silly ceremony officiated by Miss P, in their heads they are husband and wife.

FREAKY

• Enoch again being a gentleman would court you properly and waited a LONG time to do anything despite y/n’s unrelenting pleas, he was scared she would think he was using her.

• Neither of you had done anything before so you learned everything together very slowly.

• However, once you knew what you were doing you couldn’t stop, still having teenage hormones you were never off of eachother, Miss P having to reprimand you many times as you were often late for meals and such.

• Pregnancy was not a problem because of the loop so there were no restraints

• Enoch would be lying if he said he hadn’t tried to fuck you so well that you did end up pregnant.

• Constant make out sessions whenever you possibly could,

- when you were left alone to do the dishes

- when Miss P excused you from dinner early

- in the dead of night when everyone would be asleep

- as soon as you wake up in the morning before you have to go downstairs

• Sometimes you would decide together to wake up earlier the next day just to have more time for sex

• Somewhat of a noticeable height difference (I pretend he’s 6’2 sue me)

• Always carrying you everywhere

Hope you enjoyed I’ll be doing moreeeee

[stanzo75]

Movie enoch x reader!!

You have a nightmare about one of your experiences escaping hollows before being brought to miss peregrine's loop!!

Your peculiarity allows you to hear/sense heartbeats of living things for up to 2 miles away!!

(I'm sorry if this sucks, i wrote this in school because there's no internet)

A low growl emits from the dark, a faint dark ugly, gurgling heartbeat, maybe two can be heard from maybe over a few feet away. Your body is frozen, you can feel your blood icy and rushing through your veins. You are mere prey, you have nowhere to run without being caught. Your skin crawls with anticipation. This is it. They caught you. The faint gurgle of a heartbeat from something inhuman, monstrous, grows louder, as they seem to be approaching you. You can't see anything, but you know they're there. You can see a shadow on the ground from the dim streetlights just a block away, long tentacles extending from a strange mass. You can feel it, you can't see whatever is there but you can feel the cold inconsistent beating of whatever heart is left inside of it.

In your bed you toss and turn, cold sweat dripping from your pale face. This isn't real, it's not real anymore. It's just a dream. But it doesn't feel fake, it's like you're back there, on the sidewalk in the middle of the night. Looking for an escape from someone, something, you had never experienced before, or even heard of. Your breath is caught in your throat as the dream progresses.

The shadow is getting closer, tentacles reaching out to you slowly, as if tasting the air around you. And you can feel your body coursing with a shocking cold energy, you can't breathe, you can't move, all you can do and stand there and watch. Until the icy paralyzation restraining your body breaks and you run. Or you try to, everything is slow motion, your body feels weighed down like molasses. A slimy frigid tentacle whips forward and grabs your ankle, holding on tight. You try to scream but no sound comes out.

You jump as you hear a knocking sound, suddenly springing awake in your bed. Looking around frantically in the darkness.

"Are you alright?" A voice calls out.

You jolt up, gripping the bedsheets so hard your knuckles hurt.

"I'm coming in" the voice says, as you hear the creak of a door.

Your heartbeat is going so fast it feels like it's going to explode, you're completely frozen in fear.

Your eyes dart around the room, trying to see through the pitch black. And you hear quiet footsteps getting closer, making your blood run cold once again.

"You're awake, why didnt you respond?"

Enoch appears at the foot of your bed, looking concerned.

You can barely process anything, everything feels like it's going too fast and too slow at the same time.

"Hello? Are you going to say something? I could hear your breathing and groaning from the hall when I came up from getting water." He says as he approaches your bedside, seemingly more concerned.

You do nothing but stare at him in a paralyzed fear, starting to calm down but still on guard.

"Enoch?" You finally manage to choke out.

"Yeah?" He responds, "why are you so afraid? It's just me"

You sigh and your body relaxes slightly, finally realizing you were safe and in your room.

"Its nothing" You respond, your voice barely above a whisper.

Enoch sits on your bed next to you, carefully reaching over to feel your forehead.

"Are you sick? You don't feel warm to me, but you're all sweaty" he says gently, looking confused.

"It was just a bad dream" You whisper back, looking down at your lap.

He thinks for a second before looking at you sympathetically.

"What was it about?"

You quickly shake your head, not wanting to reveal what had happened, nobody except miss peregrine knows what you dealt with before you came here.

Enoch leans back on your pillow, turning on his side to look at you.

You feel your eyes starting to tear up but you wipe them away quickly, not wanting to cry in front of him.

He doesnt say anything, he just pulls you closer into a hug as you feel yourself start to sob, you bury your face in his chest and grip his shirt tightly, curling up against his body. He gently runs his fingers through your hair, trying to be comforting.

"Shhh, shhhh, it's okay, I'm here" he whispers in a reassuring tone.

After a few minutes you start to calm down, already worn out from your restless sleep.

"You should go back to sleep, I'll stay here, okay?"

You nod as you start to drift off, comforted by his familiar scent and warm body.

Maybe you'll tell him about the dream in the morning.

[starrilybel]

It seems I have read every single Enoch x reader fics out here and other platforms I fear.

I write fics as well (mostly as a hobby) and I know I can write some myself but as of this moment all I want to do is CONSUME 😭

[stargirlx777]

✨❤️I love pretty guys ❤️✨

[starrieslove]

Tbh I’m kinda glad they changed Enoch in the movie. Like don’t get me wrong, I hate the movie with a usually burning passion but if it was gonna be bad anyway at least he was cute

All that being said i want to be a director to remake that movie because holy hell could it be beautiful 😭

[hospitalgotham]

Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children edit