#party poison x reader

[littlesunshine1223]

making a summoning circle for more nsfw party poison headcanons cause they're so beyond accurate

More NSFW Party Poison Headcanons

- whenever Poison is really deep in the sub space they can’t help but beg and plead for you to let them suck your nipples

- if you have them riding you while they’re being bratty just grab their ass and make them ride you harder, it’ll knock the brat right out of them

- whenever you’re away on a supply run, Poison loves to surprise you whenever you come back by practically melting their brain due to how much they made themself cum for you and you alone

- if they’ve stuck themself between your thighs and are refusing to move, tug their hair and they’ll let out desperate noises

- cover them in your love marks to show your love after a rough session

- secretly they have a toy collection they use whenever you’re busy or away

[tyfortheven0m]

Introduction post + rules

Hello! My name is noah, I'm 18, I like mcr, fob, ptv, bmth, pre split panic, the young veins and a lot more

This blog was made purely for just me posting fanfiction, reposting things that are related to my interests, or just shitposting with whatever I feel like when I'm bored!

This blog is a NSFW blog so mdni or you will be blocked

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[anystalker707]

When we kill all our friends

Pairing: Party Poison x [gender neutral] Reader Word count: ~ 3 900 Genre: Angst / Comfort Summary: It's been bitter years since anyone saw the Fabulous Four, but it seems like Party Poison is inviting you to deal with them again.

Requested by anon ["can i request some angst/comfort for Gerard? just looking for that type of comfort run"]

MASTERLIST

         No one ever promised it would be easy and, with a simple look, it was clear things weren’t easy either way. What were you supposed to feel when the life expectancy was reduced to shreds and even fucking robots fought for better living conditions? Life wasn’t about worrying about studying, starting a family, having fun with friends like it seemed to show on the old magazines you’d find—it was still hard to believe people would be around buying cars just for whims, having more houses than necessary and living monotonous lives—which didn’t date to long ago, horrifyingly.

Life now was guided by the youth. The damn kids, teens and young adults running around and trying to fix the future with their own hands before the industry shot them down like a plague. It was about living to the max while you still ran around the desert on your own feet. Seeing people of yours fall repeatedly.

You sighed as you took off your boots and threw them somewhere near the wardrobe, then sat on the bed. A shaky breath escaped your lips at the same time the bed creaked, absurdly loud. The place was more welcoming before, always with the sound of the other killjoys fucking around and with random stuff enough so it wouldn’t have that annoying echo. Whatever.

An itch made you rub the back of your hand against your cheek, and the unexpected sticky texture made you cringe. If you’d known the blood had gotten that far, you’d have cleaned it before it got that sticky because wasting water to clean some stupid Drac’s blood is a stupid luxury.

You decided to leave that aside for now since the tiredness already clung to your muscles, and collapsed back to the bed, observing the little polaroids taped to the wall beside the bed. Looking at those was like a relief. Gas. Motivation to keep going. Like a fighter being encouraged by their manager in between rounds. One of the pictures had the five of you and the Girl, trying to pose like families in the old magazines you would find, something that didn’t work quite well. Another had Jet fixing Trans Am. The next one had Kobra posing next to his bike with the Girl. Party on the diner’s roof. You painting. You and Jet working on Trans AM. Sleepovers. Party and you—

Knock knock knock.

Who could that fucking be? Already short before the sun sets and the Scarecrows were out? Low complaints escaped your lips as you walked to the door and it was a surprise to see Val fucking Velocity there, with his mates behind him.

“What do you want?” You leaned against the doorway with crossed arms and yawned. Val had that stupid flaming red hair and messy clothes as if he just walked out of a clasp with an Exterminator.

Val growled angrily and looked at you from behind that mask as if looks could kill, hands clenched into fists. “I want that friend of yours to stay out of the way! They keep thinking they got the strength of a thousand men just to ruin the whole battle and run off as if nothing happened!” His voice was sharp as he shouted in your face, arms moving around according to his words, and it was almost the same as... Well, not gonna comment on that. The red hair was enough. That new generation of killjoys didn’t even seem new at all.

You raised an eyebrow. “Friend? Look, I don’t even—”

“I don’t wanna hear it!” He clicked his tongue and looked away. “Look, if they ruin another clasp, I’m killing them on sight! I don’t care if they’re like a legend or something, it’ll be like dusting off an old dog! It’s no use if they don’t help at all! Get it?”

You rolled your eyes with a sharp exhale. “First of all, I’m the one dusting you if you come here the next time to yell at my face like that! You’re gonna leave this zone not even remembering your own name! You hear me? Who do you think you are? How did you even find me?”

Val was the one to roll eyes this time, giving your words as much credit as to those random ‘joys from around the desert who preach about the return of a god, already on his way back to his bike with his friends, who seem as happy as him. “How did I find you? Easy thing if you’re not a fool! Y’know what they say, (k/n)! You can sleep in a coffin, but the past ain’t through with you!”

And they rode off, leaving you with the silence and the setting sun. Right. How far did the info that you were still in the diner despite it being partially destroyed spread around? It better not have fallen in the wrong hands. Either way, you had a bigger problem at the moment.

         “(K/n), my kid! What brings you here?” Dr. D greeted you with that same smile from always, wheeling to the cooler to grab you your favorite soda. You caught it when he tossed the can. “Wanna make an announcement again?”

“Ah, no!” You shook your head and took off your jacket with a relieved sigh, tossing it on the couch. The heat out there was especially harsh today. Or maybe the anxiety buzzing under your skin was getting the best of you, so the cold drink Dr. D offered you was the best thing ever. Just feeling the cold can in your palm through the fingerless leather gloves was already pleasing. “I am here to look for something! Or someone, better say!”

“Someone?”

A sigh escaped your lips and you nodded, opening the can carefully so you won’t waste a drop. “Have you heard anything about Poison?”

Dr. D furrowed his eyebrows and you could sense the perplexed gaze from under those dark sunglasses. He swallowed and cleaned his throat. Oh, how you hated going through that. “Poison?” His voice was almost like he was saying a secret. “As in Part—”

“Yeah, them!” You nodded and took a gulp of the cold drink, feeling it go down your throat, cold and refreshing. Almost painful. “Heard about their whereabouts?”

He sighed and moved over to his table, where all his radio stuff was, and went through some papers. “Something happened?”

“That bastard’s slandering my name, I think. Some weeks ago, Chow Mein didn’t let me buy anything because, apparently, some person was using my name when getting stuff and only one person knows my dealings with Chow!” You clicked your tongue, leaning back against the wall. “I also received a note about a debt that isn’t mine. Yesterday, Val Velocity showed up threatening me because of them. I might need to have a word with them.”

That was so off. Party usually didn’t want anything to do with you, but now, it was like they were sending you invitations to go after them. It had been some bitter years since you’d seen their face.

Dr. D cleaned his throat as he wheeled back to you, still with that odd vibe. “There’s not much, kid. They didn’t just disappear to you. I suspect they’re just going by a different name now, though. You might want to check this out.”

The paper had messy handwriting on it. Hopeless Deathwish — Zone 2, Route Bella Muerte, Mile 74. “Hopeless Deathwish,” you mumbled the words. They didn’t feel strange, but you couldn’t quite grasp what they related to.

         Whatever that place was, it was in a dangerous Zone that you didn’t risk going to unless you really needed it. As much as you were a potency in the desert, you weren’t more than one. You could handle a few Dracs or an Exterminator, but not both at once, so the idea of facing whoever Hopeless Deathwish was sat in the back of your mind until you randomly remembered it when crossing Zone 2 on your way to Battery city. Maybe you’d make a stop on the way back.

BLI had a specific criteria regarding how to deal with killjoys that entered the city. They’d just spend their energy actually chasing you if you’d bring them some sort of reward in the population’s eyes. Being there was dangerous for you only if they actually knew you were you because, fuck, can you imagine? (K/n) from the past generation of killjoys, now down, only one to go—all over electronic billboards and newspapers. The changes that happened through the years guaranteed you a disguise that was enough to walk through the streets of Battery City unless you faced a dedicated Exterminator.

You sighed as you hopped off your bike and looked around. The city was still full of robots begging for out-of-line parts or preaching about the robot you saw dead in the middle of the desert. It wasn’t much of a new thing anymore and you’d already grown thick skin not to care about stuff you couldn’t change directly.

Wednesday afternoons were never really agitated. People and droids were on their jobs or studying, so it was pretty calm to go around avoiding the occasional Dracs that guaranteed the public peace. Usually, the city had a lot more shadows than the desert, so it was somewhat nicer to walk around; your jacket didn’t make you peel off your skin. There were even air conditioners. Not to mention how Battery city had a particularly heavier vibe today with the slightly colder wind rushing through the city announcing an oncoming acid rain that would, for sure, only hit the city before it extinguished. Hopefully you’d enjoy a little bit of the rain.

The store that you walked in had an air-conditioner, in fact, causing the temperature to change pleasingly when you walk past the door and under the fanning, cold air. A lingering perfume among the characteristic smell of new plastic hovers in the air, and you wonder if the shop just received a new shipment of robotic parts. Hopefully, they did, and also the exact ones that you need. Glass counters and displays show the pieces and parts with price tags, only a preview of what you may find in all of the isles further in the white place, divided in areas destined for used and also brand new pieces. People’s soft talking falls incoherent under the ambient music playing from the speakers on the white roofs.

“Good afternoon!” A person shows up out of random with a smile and white clothes contrasting to the store’s logo printed on the chest pocket. “What would you be looking for today?”

“Um, hey.” You sighed, finally tearing your gaze away from all the displays. “I need these.”

Everything was listed on the paper you gave them. Their motions were almost robotic as they read it all, and you wondered what generation of droid that was—probably an older one, even if they didn’t seem any older than 25 years old. “Follow me!”

You ended up with a basket full of goods more expensive than you imagined. Seemed like you wouldn’t be able to take all of it, but... what if? Dismissing the droid that helped you out with a few ‘thank you’s, you waited in the line to check out. Everyone was busy, right? You grabbed some of the smallest droid pieces in your palm, pretending to look around as you slipped it in your pocket and— The droid from the other line was... watching you... Well, it was just a packer, maybe they wouldn’t do anything, right? Right?

Gulping, you walked ahead on the line, but froze when you saw the cashier look at you. Despite the sweet smile, there was something that didn’t sit right. The packer from the other line still looked at you. The packer from your line looked at you. The other cashier looked at you.

Well fuck.

You just pocketed everything you could and took your gun in hand before you started sprinting out of the shop, ignoring the screams of the civilians. Droids weren’t running after you, and you hated knowing that was because they simply didn’t need to. Curses escaped your lips under your breath while you ran down the streets and hoped not to run into any Drac at least until you reached your bike. The wind was colder now. Some pieces dropped and hit the concrete with a metallic sound, but the most important ones were in the bottom of the pockets, so it wasn’t exactly important holding them while you ran.

Just a little more and you’d get to your bike, just another turn and— Fucking Korse— Wait, Korse? With a couple Dracs behind him?

Your eyes almost jump out when you run into the Scarecrow who you thought to be dead already—did they replace him with a droid as well or something? Whatever it was, you didn’t want to find out, immediately turning on your heels to try and run around the block, but there were fucking five Dracs closing the other side of the street. Fuck off, that wasn’t going to be easy.

The gun aimed at the Dracs, shooting down one of them before the shots started coming from behind and you had to try to hide behind a billboard near the bus stop could so you could focus on only one side first, but it didn’t exactly seem helpful because the distance between you and them didn’t give you time enough.

No, it was impossible that you’d die there. For such a damn stupid reason. They must’ve noticed you were you already since they even sent Korse in a way-too-well-thought trap because they knew where you’d head to, they knew where your bike was. Goddamnit. Your hands shook as you pressed the trigger more and more, fruitlessly trying to take the Drac’s down with a failing aim. Your end was—

“You’re still alive, egghead? Damn, what a shame, I really thought I’d been the one to kill yah!” A voice said before one of the Dracs that followed Korse dropped to the ground with a shot on their back, and Korse turned around with wide eyes. You widened your eyes too because you remembered that voice quite well, you’d recognize it even in a thousand years. Its owner, on the other hand, seemed not to care as they kept shooting at Korse and you used the distraction to deal with the other Dracs and you could run away while you could, but you decided to stand there to get at least a glimpse of them.

Korse received a kick on his side before someone ran off and you furrowed your eyebrows, almost gasping. Black hair, really? Black clothes, only? Some drops of rain already started to stain the ground by the moment you started to run after them, gun in hand and glancing back to make sure Korse wasn’t making you guys company.

No way they didn’t know you were following. It was as if they dared you to stop because the direction was opposite to your bike, after all. You didn’t mean to stop. Your chance was right there.

All the running already had your lungs aching, but it didn’t stop you from trying to fill them to the max and scream as hard as you could.

“POISON!”

Rain announced itself in a loud sound of thick, strong drops hitting against the roofs of the buildings nearby until it was there, enveloping the two of you coldly.

“POISON!” You screamed again and then once more, fighting against how muffled your voice sounded as the rain soaked the ground and you as well, resounding loudly and muffling any other sound. Your muscles ached already, burning as they threatened to give up under each hard step, but the sight of a car in the distance made you run even faster. When you reached them, you couldn’t stop in time, hence you ended up pressing them to the car by tripping over your feet, but that didn’t discourage you.

You make them turn around, holding onto their collar as you gaze into eyes that seem so familiar yet so strange at the same time, your gun falling to the ground now, carelessly. It’s the same face that you know from all those years, but now framed by soaked black hair that feels so off and new scars kissed by the rain that justify one of their eyes that lost its hazel color to a whitish one.

“Why?!” You could feel yourself screaming without meaning to. “After all this time! Why?!”

Party looked at you, blinking a couple of times, then turned their face away while trying to push your hands off them. “Not now!”

Fire seems to burn in your body despite the ice-cold rain that falls, making your clothes and hair cling to your skin and ruin a great part of the stuff you have in your pockets. “If not now, then when, you bastard? I—”

“Stop right there!” Korse stood there again, making you two curse while looking at him and the scene was way too familiar.

A rainy night. Fallen killjoys. Your heart felt as if it could rip out of your chest just by how strong it was beating.

“No!” You screamed, feeling fire burn in your veins again as you let go of Party to face him bare-fisted, sending him down with a single punch despite the gun that pointed at you. “You will not take me alive, you hear me?” The rain was still deafening, muffling whatever Party told you as you pinned Korse to the ground so you could punch him more. “You took them, but not me! I’m still here!” The screams were guttural, with little regard to how your vocal cords or your knuckles with the punches that hit his face and you wondered more about Korse’s robotic nature seeing no blood, but there was no time to conclude anything before you were being dragged back.

“You’re still the fucking same! Insane!” Party complained as they dragged you until they were able to throw you in the car. “We need to leave! I’m sure you don’t need to die here!” They closed the door to the car and rushed over to the other side, grumbling as they started Trans AM as fast as they could and speeded out of the place with screeching tires.

It felt so silent inside the car. The raindrops hit the windows and roof in muffled tapping sounds while the engine hummed under you, something that was quite luring and calming, opposing the feelings that bubbled in your veins. Your lungs still screamed for air as you sat there, replaying the recent events in your mind, hands aching. In the end, your bike was being left behind—your bike, originally Kobra’s—, probably to be stolen by a robot or taken by the Industry. You looked at the streets in front of you before your gaze averted to Party. It was like seeing the same painting from years ago with a frame that didn’t match it at all.

“...Why are you here?” You asked, shaking your head lightly. “After all those years—”

“Wrong place, wrong timing.” Party sighed, eyes on the road and knuckles going white around the steering wheel.

“That’s not it!” You sighed. “You left without saying anything! No reason to leave, and now you had no reason to come back! Sending me those stupid little hints! What’s happening? Why did you even leave, in the first point? We needed each other more than ever, at that time! Then you’re back as if nothing happened? You know, we—”

“I KILLED THEM!” Party screamed in response. “How was I going to live there, in the place we lived, with you, bearing the guilt that I KILLED MY FRIENDS?! All my friends?! It was the last straw when they got the Girl! Are we going to have a funeral forever? Fucking live already! Forget it, go party, I don’t know!” Their screams were also gutural, pained like yours, with the same tinge of pain. “What was there left to do? Sit and cry with you?”

“Does being there for each other mean nothing?” You screamed, your heart pumping stronger, almost burning as you were even more surprised with their thoughts. If they had run away to deal with themself, that’d be okay, but running away because of that? “How can you be that selfish? What do you think that Jet would’ve—”

“JET IS DEAD! DEAD!” Party screamed again. “And I killed him when I got us in that goddamn trap! Sent him and Kobra to fuckin’ die! It doesn’t matter anymore what he would’ve thought!”

The words brought back a memory. You had warned Party that night, but no, it was just you being annoying because “what do you mean we don’t need to consider sacrificing ourselves in every confrontation? It’s always decisive” and before anyone could do anything, the news were spreading across the desert already, talking about how “Jet-Star and the Kobra Kid got dusted, ghosted out on Route Guano”.

All of that made you want to take Party’s hand and tug it down so maybe you’d just crash down a hill and die because it would be easier that way.

“You did not kill them! Are you crazy?” You scoffed and rolled your eyes. “Did you force them to go there or anything?! Jet always had more brains than you, you idiot! He would have convinced you to give up on that if he wanted to! Everyone was just playing around and pretending you were the mighty leader because everyone liked you too much, maybe just Ghoul believed that!”

“Then it makes me the one to kill Ghoul!”

“Oh, yeah!” You rolled your eyes and laughed bitterly. Your throat ached and your face felt hot, maybe not just wet because of the rain anymore. “Because you were the one who told him to sacrifice himself while everyone else screamed at him to stop, right?! The one who forced him to be killed while everyone watched! Why do you want to have killed them so bad?!”

You kept screaming while the memories felt livid, as if all of that had happened just minutes ago instead of years. Your hands gripped onto Party’s, finally, not caring whether you could die or not, resulting in a small wrestling between the two until they finally managed to stop the discontrolled car and fight you back. It wasn’t enough because your anger and the way you knew them too well made it hard to fight you back and then, after he opened the car’s door in an attempt to get away, you two were rolling around on the desert’s sand.

Nails ran against skin, pierced and burned; elbows and knees hit here and there, causing sharp pains, but none of you bothered about it. At least the pain would make you feel something.

Your chest shuddered as the groans of anger turned into sobs of sadness and you were openly crying, not even able to properly see what was going on with Party. It was so cold—the wind of the night already starting to fall on the desert hitting against your soaked clothes and sending shivers down your body—, and the only warm thing there was Party’s lips pressed against yours.

“I’m sorry,” they whispered, also crying, then gave you another kiss, a gentle one. “‘M so sorry...”

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[the-dyke-of-handsomeness]

JUST FUCKING READ A PARTY POISON X READER FOR FUN AND THEN KORSE FUCKING KILLED THEM ALL IN FRONT OF ME AND THEN I WOKE UP AND IT WASNT A DREAM HOW DARE RHIS FUCKING AUTHOR MAKE ME FALL FOR POSION AND THEN KILL HOM IN FRONT OF ME??? LITERALLY TEARS RN NOT EVEN KIDDING

[thoughtsofatransboy]

heeeeeelpds

[deadsetromance]

RUN WHILE YOU STILL CAN

(not my gif!)

party poison x gn!reader

summary: nearly a year after you left the diner, you find yourself back in zone six. this time, you've got bad news.

warnings: open ending (ish), general mentions of violence, mentions of death, language, non-edited writing

note: and finally...the last part! i planned to publish this earlier, but i got sick, so i had to take a break from writing :( either way, i had so much fun writing this, and i hope you enjoyed it <3

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your car sped through zone six, and you cursed yourself for not being able to drive faster. it was a matter of life or death, and you sure as hell hoped to beat the phoenix witch to your destination. besides, you owed this particular group of killjoys a favor.

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you left the diner early in the morning.

carrying nothing more than your blaster and the clothes on your back, you had disappeared into the sand. following jet star's directions, you headed south until you found route guano. from there, you hitchhiked the zones, sticking with any group of killjoys that would take you in. 

riding solo through the zones was rough. sometimes you managed to cruise with a pack of 'joys for a day or two, but you were alone more often than not and always in need of supplies. you spent sleepless nights by dying fires or crammed into cars overflowing with killjoys. 

you managed to get your hands on a car of your own, after winning a high-stakes bet. from then on, you spent your days driving through the zones, often making deliveries for carbons. at night, you bundled up and slept in the back seat or hit the red line when dracs got too close for comfort. 

there was a constant nagging in the back of your mind that told you to keep an eye out for red hair. you asked around when you pulled into a village or made a stop at tommy chow mein’s, but all you got was radio silence. it had been nearly a year since you had last seen party poison and his crew, and you were starting to think they never existed.

you never found your crew either.

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the sun beat down on the sands as you drove past the picket fence, and into zone six. there was a reason you didn’t drive out here often, the same reason dracs didn’t bother to patrol way out here. it was nothing but sand for miles.

few killjoys camped out in zone six, partly because it was so out-in-the-open, and because there were still spots where radiation hung thick. sure it was the safest place in the zones, but it was also the emptiest. you could drive for miles without seeing anything, no people, no buildings, nothing. it made you realize how lucky you were when you came across the diner. 

now, you’d be lucky if you were heading in the right direction. you avoided route guano after you heard it was being patrolled, and you were as good as lost, the map lying next to you useless. your fuel gauge was in a steady decline, with the cherry pit in your stomach growing by the second. you were running on nothing but a quarter tank of fuel, and pure adrenaline. 

zone six was a killer, but you were a killjoy on a mission, and you’d be damned if you didn’t try to make it out alive. 

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your car was kicking up too much sand. 

you’d be visible from miles away, but it didn’t matter to you. you couldn’t afford to slow down. not when your car was about to die on you, and definitely not when you could see the diner. or at least it looked like the diner, you were still too far away to be able to tell. you didn’t have any other choice but to drive straight toward it. 

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you made the drive in less than two minutes. you were sure your car was about to burst into flames, but you had made it to the diner. party poison and his crew scrambled out the door, guns drawn in a hellish parallel. you would have laughed if you weren’t focused on slamming on the breaks to prevent running them over. 

suddenly nothing was fast enough. you couldn’t get out of the car fast enough, couldn’t run to stand in front of the group fast enough. you couldn’t hurl yourself into party’s outstretched arms fast enough. 

killjoys were cold and callous, living fast and dying young. they didn’t show affection easily, if at all. only hippies and those new to the zones openly brandished their fondness. you didn’t know why you were hugging party poison, and he didn’t know why he was hugging you, but it just felt right.

“long time no see tumbleweed” 

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you would have loved to say in your little piece of heaven wrapped in party poison’s arms, but you knew what you had to do.

“you have to get out of here,” you spoke, pulling yourself out of his hold and back to the car. “there’s a cloud of at least a hundred dracs coming your way,” they were on edge again, stiffening as hands tightened around blasters. “i counted five scarecrows, but who knows how many more there are.” you began to throw supplies from your car into a pile.

“now?” they looked panicked, unprepared. you knew dracs never patrolled out in zone six, so why now?

“yeah, i was riding ahead of ‘em. i’m sure they saw my dust trail.” 

party poison was quick to snap into their leadership role. any worry he had shown before was gone, and his directions were firm, “alright, you guys get the supplies, i’ll bring the car around”

“you got it party.” the others rushed inside, and you could hear the clatter of cans and strings of curses as they gathered what they had. 

you moved to follow the others inside and help out as best you could, but the redhead had other plans. with one hand he pulled you in the direction of the garage, while the other fumbled with the keys.

“you came back,” they breathed, turning to look at you.

“i had to,” you offered little more than a shrug as you helped load supplies into the trunk. “i couldn’t let it go all costa rica here, i owe you.”

he stopped your busy hands, holding them in his. his eyes were soft as he smiled down at you. you knew there wasn’t much time, but you could wait a minute. 

“i looked for you,” you grinned “no one knew anything. i half thought you were a mirage”

“ghoul went mad when i wanted to keep looking for you. said i should just let you go,” he countered, laughing at your teasing expression

"well, i’m here now aren’t i.”

“yeah. you gonna ride with us, or do you need to take your car back to your gang?” he turned back, throwing in the last of the equipment. his eyes were hopeful as he slid into the driver's seat.  

“i uh, never found the rest of my crew. and i don't think my car can last another chase.” grimacing, you turned to look at your smoking car, before jumping in the passenger seat next to him.

“that blows. but hey, the offer still stands, if you want to run with me…with us, you’re welcome to.” with a smile, he laced your fingers together and pulled out of the garage. 

“yeah, i think will.”

that was it then, your decision had been made. you’d ride with them till the day you died, running from dracs and shooting to stay alive. you’d run with the fabulous killjoys till the stars fell from the sky, and the world ended. whatever came first. 

[celebrated-amongst-the-gurneys]

Masterlist

💞= Fluff 💔= Angst ❤️‍🔥= Smut

Gerard Way / Party Poison

Bullets Era

Revenge Era

Black Parade Era

Danger Days Era

Return Era

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Ray Toro / Jet Star

Bullets Era

Revenge Era

Black Parade Era

Danger Days Era X-O-X-O (Jet Star x Fun Ghoul x Reader) ❤️‍🔥

Return Era

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Mikey Way / Kobra Kid

Bullets Era

Revenge Era

Black Parade Era

Danger Days Era Keep You Safe Tonight (Kobra Kid x Reader) 💞

Return Era

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Frank Iero / Fun Ghoul

Bullets Era

Revenge Era

Black Parade Era

Danger Days Era X-O-X-O (Jet Star x Fun Ghoul x Reader) ❤️‍🔥

Return Era

[gerards-the-right-way]

Gerard way

so I rewrote this because I did not like that I killed off gee tw drugs word count 5000+

 I take a deep breath as I step out onto the busy streets of my town. It was hot, it had to be at least 90 degrees. I step out of my house with my old hand-me-down dress. I walked over to the produce stand my mother had set up outside our apartment building. The smell of bad body odor hitting my nostrils. “Annie mother wants you in the house,I'll watch the stand till you're done”  Annie who had her pulled up in a nice and neatly done bun stood up in her dress our mom made her. She always got the newer clothes even if our mother had made them, I got all her hand-me-downs. I watch as her dress flows in the slight breeze. I sit and wait for people to come and buy our stuff.

  “Rosealee!” I heard someone shout my name. I look up my messy hair falling in my face. As I look up I see my childhood  best friend walking over to me “ Gerard is that you” I smile as I see him, he was wearing a black suit with a blood-red tie. Everyone thought he was a bit different, to dress like that in the 20s, he stood out like a sore thumb. “You know it Rosey” I smiled slightly at the name. “ Oh Gee, you sure know how to make a girl smile” I sagerard w him smile a bit at the nickname I gave him. “Gee, the nickname from when I was 5, really Rosey” “ Rosey, the nickname from when we were 5, really Gee” We both laughed a bit.” you better make sure your stepfather doesn't spot you here Gee, or you'll be in for a whopping when you get back home.”

 Gerard looked down. There was a time when he was just like me. Poor, selling produce on the side of the road, but his mother somehow lucked out marrying one of the wealthiest man in New York. But when she married him he forbade Gerard from seeing me because we weren't in the same class anymore.” Hey, do you wanna go exploring?” he said, trying to act like I didn't know what his father did to him. The second he steps out of line he gets the beating of his life. “Gee I'm working” “Then get Annie back out here” “Gee how about we just meet up later at the tree” I ask. I wanted to spend time with him but I couldn't leave the stand. My mother would be pissed if I did. ”Fine, tonight at 6 o'clock at the tree I have to ask you something rather important.” “Fine 6 o'clock,” I say with a slight smile and a hint of excitement in my voice. Me and Gee hang out about 2 times a week. Well, we try but it's hard, his stepfather is the richest man in  New York after all.

Soon enough it was six, I snuck out to the trail where we would normally meet before going to the willow tree. I see him come up from the corner of my eye. I look at him, I take in his long black hair that comes down to his jawline, he was wearing his all-black suit and still had his blood-red tie on, but his outfit is a bit messier than it was earlier. “Hello darling ” he said as he walked up to me, my hair was messy and down blowing in the cool breeze. “Gerard, I'm not your darling” I smiled softly as he let out a slight laugh. “ You'll be one day,” He said. “ You can keep thinking about it but our parents will never approve, and besides who said I wanted to be.” “ your body language says it all darling” I look at him as if he just found out all my secrets. “We should start waking up so we can  get to the tree in time.” I say slightly red from the blush that came across my face. “ yeah let's go” Gerard said walking up the trail as you followed next to him talking about sweet little nothings. As we walked the moon shone through the trees lighting our way up the trail. “Gee, do you ever wish your mom didn't marry your step dad?” he looked down “I mean Henry isn't that bad,” he said, he was hesitant when he said that. “Gee, you're not fooling me. I saw the bruises, you don't get those marks from climbing a tree” He paused “I mean yeah but you shouldn't go assuming things, Rosalee’’His voice sounded cold and harsh and cold. Closer than normal.

 Gerard was always a cold and closed-off person with almost everyone, but he never used that tone with me. “ Garard, I know what Herny does to you, you do not have to lie to me” He looked at me. “I don't know how he can treat someone like that. I don't care about what he does to me that much, but he does the same to my mom. The balls he has to do that to a woman. How can one person be that disrespectful to a lady.” Gerard said. He was always one to believe in women's rights, and he was always very respectful of women no matter what. Gerard didn't see them as tools that work in the kitchen or objects to his satisfaction. I guess that's another thing that made him different from everyone else. 

Once we got up to the willow tree he sat down. I followed soon after. It was quiet for a bit until he spoke up. “ I'm not okay Rosie” he said the crack in his voice made me think he was on the verge of tears. “Gee you're 17, only one more year and you’ll be able to go” “That's still a year, he gets more and more aggressive” I look at him, and he puts his head on my shoulder as he lets it all out. 

I was never the best at comforting people. We sat in silence, the tension was thick and then he spoke up.” Do you just ever wanna run away” he said, his voice cracking a bit as he spoke. “All the time, I'm not happy with this life” He looked at me as I spoke. “Then let's go” I looked at him with pure shock. Was he really suggesting that we run away together? “Gerard, are you being serious .” “Yes, we can bring Ray, Mikey, and Frank with us. Think Rosealee, a life on the run with our friends.” “Gerard it's not that essay, we all have a life.” I look at him, a bit of consideration in my eyes. “The boys are on bored just think about it”

We sat there for about another hour then I spoke up “Tomorrow, I’ll meet you and the boys here” I said. Geraeds face lit up like a kid on Christmas day. “ Really,” he said “Yeah, I can't think of a life without seeing you” He looked at me, not saying anything he kissed me. I was shocked and stiffened but soon melted into the kiss. It was like something that I never knew I wanted. All the feelings I had for him that I never knew came rushing to my head. Neither of us pulled away and the kiss went on for what seemed forever.

The night was full of lust and passion and heat. We woke up the next morning, with no regrets, why would we, it was something we both wanted. When we woke up it was late in the morning. “Gerard, what time is it?” I ask, he grabs his pants and pulls out his pocket watch and his eyes widened. “Shit it’s 9:30.” We both jump up in pure panic. We rushed to get our clothes on from the night before. We had to go home, we had no choice. We rushed home, my mother was not pleased. I got a slight whooping, not too bad though. I spent the day with my sister and helped my mom around the house and in the kitchen.

Faster than I expected, night came. I snuck out of the house with a little sack of clothes. I took a slow walk up to the willow tree. Once I get there I see Gerard, his brother Mikey, Frank, and Ray. I smile as I see all my friends and Gerard. I don't know what Gerard and I are. We didn't discuss it last night or this morning after everything happened. “Hey guys” I say with a smile on my face.

We all sit there catching up until Gerard has an idea “Let go get a car” We all look at him. “How are we going to do that?” Mike says “We're going to steal it” We were all hesitant at first but then decided to go, but it did take hours of convincing. 

We all went to take the car, it was just a normal car from a random driveway. By the next day, we were on the run, we didn't just steal a car, but we also robbed a gas station, Mikey and I weren't too fond of this but we just went with the punches. Soon enough the 3-month mark hit, we were known as the killjoys, and we all had code names. Gerards was Party Poison, Ray was jet-star, Mikey was the Kobria Kid, franks was fun ghoul, and mine was Midnight Skelton. We were wanted in almost every State beside a few . Gee got very obsessed with the crime life it was like he was trying to fill the hole he had from his dad treating him like shit. Trying to fill it with something since he only had me to love, but it was like that was not enough for him. 

One day we were on a mission and it was to rob these two old people, Gee and I got into a huge fight before this. I told him this would be my last mission. I wanted to settle down and have a life. It was just me and Gee and he pulled up to the house “Are you ready darling” he said taking a drag off his cigarette and as I let one up feeling the smoke fill up my lungs and burn the back of my throat. The feeling of the smoke is intoxicating as always. “Ready as I’ll ever be doll” I say kissing him. We put out our cigarettes and walk up towards the house sliding our masks down over our face.

We make a quiet entry through the window. Making sure that we made no noise. We started to quietly go around the house, stealing stuff that would be worth any value. We went room to room looking through everything, it was going smoothly until we got into the hallway and a man was standing at the end of it holding a gun at us. “What do you kids think you're doing?” The old man said holding us at gunpoint, I dropped the bag of stuff I was holding and put my hands up in surrender. 

“I-” was all I heard Gerard say, his voice filled with pure panic.I look over to see that he's as pale as a ghost.His rosey cheeks now pale and his  usually bright hazel eyes now drained of all light and just filled with pure shock and terror. It was like the world stopped for a bit until the old man broke the silence. “Who are you kids” I stayed silent until Gerard spoke up “um, im party poison, party for short and this is midnight skeleton, midnight  for short” I look at gerard and then back at the man “ sir I'm sorry this is all a bit misunderstanding” 

Right after I said that we herald police sirens from a far. We look at each other as the old man's wife comes out of the room “honey the cops are on the way” she says to the old man. Without thinking I rushed to the kitchen and Gerard followed. “Hey get back here ! “  The old man shouted as we ran out the back door. 

We ren for what seemed like hours we ren and ren until we couldn't no more. We stopped, panting and out of breath, the beads of sweat dripping down our faces.We stopped in the woods. We stood there, trying to compose ourselves. “Now what do we do?” I ask Gerard. He looked up at me taking off his mask. “I don't know…we can't get the others involved with this one.” he looks at me “ are you suggesting we leave, not telling anyone where we are. No warning no no goodbyes, we just leave” “yeah..kinda” I look at him with a mix of anger and shock on my face “ we cant just up and leave what the fuck gerard what about your brother, what about our friends!” “what do you want me to do rosealee! We can't get them involved with this.” “what happened to all of us being in this together Gerard!” “we are on our own here rosealee so deal with it”

That was it, he was right. I hate to admit it but we had to flee. We couldn't put our friends at risk of getting caught in this state. The night was long for us. We weren't around looking for a car to steal because we were not going back to his house to get our old car. I hated this. All I wanted to do was settle down and start my life. That was it. I was only 16 and Gerard was 17. We should have jobs by now, i should be a stay at home mom cooking and cleaning and he's supposed to be out working , being the breadwinner. I hate this so much. It was not long before I fell asleep in the car.

I woke up dripping sweat, the sun beating into the car “ hey doll are you okay” Gerared said taking a drag of his cigarette, the smell of it filling the air as he blew out the smoke filling the car with a fog.”Yeah i'm fine, just a bad dream” he looks at me slightly not taking his eyes off the road for too long. “ about what?” I think I'm still trying to calm my heart rate. “

 We were on the mission we did last night at the old man's house, but this time instead of fleeing you shot him, it was horrible. The blood, the sound of his wife crying, it was like something out of my worst nightmares. And you were emotionless when you did it. But that was not it, then the cops came. But you, you saved me, told me to run as you got hit with a bullet right through the heart and i can't even remember the last words you said to me” He looks at me a bit taken back “ what where them rosealee”  I look at him “We could be perfect one last night and die like star-crossed lovers when we fight”

He looked at me, “Is there anything else that happened in your dream? " he asked. “What was it?” “When we you died the killjoys all broke up only getting together on your death date to celebrate you.It was hard for me to be without you but your brother helped be get through it and then after years we got married and  hand a kid and named him Gerard after you” I said my heart breaking thinking of the dream. 

I would never want to be with anyone other than Gerard, I know we're young but that doesn't mean anything. We know what we want. Well i know what i want…i hope he wants the same, i never really talked to him about it. “ It's okay Rosie, you don't have to worry about that. Nothing like that would ever happen.” I look at him. I lean over to place a small kiss on his cheek.” He smiled “ we need to stop at a gas station soon, we need gas and snacks” “and we are going to pay for it” I added. He gave me a look  “if it will make you happy i guess i will” I smiled “oh please i know your going to throw something in your pocket you a kleptomaniac”  He joking put his hand on his heart and gasped “i am no such thing” I laughed “yes you are “ he looked at me with a playful smile “ well maybe i am, just a little bit “ “yeah just a little bit”

We pulled into the parking lot of the gas station making our way to the pumps.Gerard put his hood on and went into the gas station, I followed behind him having my hair pulled up in a slick back bun and put my hood up. We made our way into the station While Gerard got snacks for us I went to go pay for the gas. I walk up to the girl behind the counter “hello, may I have 10 on pump 1” “sure honey is that all?” “yes thank you” i gave her the wrinkled money and walked out to the pump.

While I was pumping my gas Gerard walked out two bags of food and drinks in his hands. I watched him put it in the car as I finished pumping the gas. “Did you get us the smokes?” I look at him, being almost done with my last pack of cigarettes.”Yeah I got them” “good” I finish pumping the gas and get in the car, joining him. “Ready for our life on the run” I say half jokingly as I start the car. “Ready as i’ll ever be in love”  With that me take off onto the highway ready to start our life on the run.

We went state to state trying to stay as discreet as we could. It was hard though I mean when you are wanted in at least 15 states , word spreads you know. One night Gerard and I went out to go to an underground party. We were having a good time until a guy dressed in a very nice suit and tie came over to us “ are you guys having a good time tonight?” He asks . I look at Gerard a bit suspicious “ hell yeah we are!” Gerard says swing his arm around me. The guy looked at us with a mysterious grin on his face”Do you want to have an even better time?” the mystery man asked Gerard as I stood there silent. “ Yes, is that even a question you have to ask me?” Gerard said as the man pulled out a bag of white powder “are you a first time user” he asked “ yes” Gerard said as he took the bag.

The man began to explain “ This is called cocaine, it makes everything ten times better and all you do is snort it but just be careful it is highly illegal so don't let no pigs see, snice this is your first time have it on the house.” Gee said thanks as the man walked away. “ Let's go to the bathroom?” Gerard said leading me to the bathroom “gee I don't have a good feeling about this”  “ don't worry hun you'll be okay” “i dont want no part of this gee” I say pulling away from him. He just shrugged and walked into the bathing coming back out with an empty bag.

From that moment on he was not my Gee, the one that I ran away with was different. It's been a few months, but he's changed. Ever since that night at the party,ever since that man gave him that shit he's changed and I hate it. He's so distant, so far it seems, like he's a new person, always trying to find more and more and pushing the limits. I tried to get him to stop but he wouldn't, the time soon came that I had enough. It was time to stop all of this, put an end to it or an end to us.

After a while of finding the right words to say I sat him down. It was a late Saturday night and we were at a hotel in florida. I was thinking about moving there, the nice weather was something I adored. He was sitting on the bed , the hotel room was silent and peaceful until I broke the silence. “ Gerard we have to talk” I look at him sitting next to him  “what is it love” he said his eyes bloodshot from lack of sleep and his hair very greasy and his pupils were big and it was obvious he was high.

I took a deep breath bracing myself for the reaction I was about to face. “I can't do this anymore” he looks at me with a puzzled look on his face “ what do you mean doll “ he said as he moved close to me but I stood up. “No, I can't do this anymore. I can't , you changed, you only care about your next supply, you don't care about us, our future nothing” I shout not  even knowing it. He looked at me in shock “ Rosealee you know that's not true love” “don't call me love i'm not your love anymore” “ please rosealee don't do this” gerard pleaded with me but my mind was already made and so was my suitcase. “Maybe one day but for now I can't “ I say walking out. He was crying but I tried to ignore. Before closing the door I said softly”you don't love me like you did yesterday”

I could tell that the bullet hit him hard but the soft whimpering coming from the room after I left, But that was it I was off to make my ,ife my own, even if it is without the man I love more than anything. Maybe in another life we could work out. 

It's been two years, i forgot about him completely until one day i bumped into one of the killjoys, it was mikey, Gerards brother. It was 1930 and times were tough ever since the stock market crash of ‘29. “Rosealee is that you?” Mikey said coming up to me pulling into a tight embrace, his look has changed, hair dye was a new thing so instead of being blond he was not brunet but he was clean cut. “You look amazing,” he said, looking up and down. I had my long brown hair pulled up in a bun trying to look m y best walking around town. “Thank you, you look quite handsome  yourself now mikey” The moment of happiness soon changed to more serious. 

“I'm happy I'm into you, I need to talk to you” I look at him puzzled. “I haven't seen in like three years what could you possibly have to talk to me about.”  I let out a small chuckle trying to lighten the mood but he stayed serious. I looked at him, our eyes locked as he said one word and one word only “ Gerard” with that my heart sank. He had to talk to me about gerard. “ what about him” and just like that every memory the good the bad the happy and the sad all came rushing back yo me like one big tide wave, a ocean of emotions. I stood there frozen unable to talk or move. Just reliving everything

Once i'm able to move i speak yo “ what about gerard’ i ask shaky. MIkewy looked at me with a sadeend look in his eyes. “He needs you, He needs you now more than he ever had rosealee” He paused then counted “he hit rock bottom, you know where he found him, in a backallie alone high and crying. We need you, the 3 of us can not take care of him by ourselves. You his rosealee, you're the only one he will listen too” I look at him and just not. As if telling him to take me to see him. 

Mikey and I walked for what seemed like hours walking and walking until setting to a house, it was nice rather big for being in the middle of the damn great depression. As we walked into the house I saw pictures of us. It was all of us as children together, in school, and even on the run. For a moment it felt like I was never going like I never left. “ We have an extra room if you wanna come back you know” Ray said, coming up behind=d me making me jump a bit. I looked at him and gave him a hug. We barely spoke, he looked the same as the long curly hair I've been used to forever. He led me up to geards room as I was walking to it. I saw Frank come out and the second he saw me he came running over and gave me a hug. His hair was black and swept to one side, he never changed either.

“He's in this room and he needs you right now," Frank said as he pointed to the room he just came out of. It was gerards bed room.I just nod and knock on before coming in and closing the door behind me. It was dark but there was one small lamp lighting some of the room. It was messy and looked like it has  ot been clean in a long time. I couldn't see Gerard but I heard him “ rosealee, my sweet rosalie it that you” I walked over to the curtain and opened it “yes tis me gerard” i said as the room filled with sunlight and then the horror was exposed. Pure clutter, it was bad but i knew i couldn't blame him he was going through some shit. I looked for him and he was sitting in the corner of his room, his purple hunger like the moon on a halloween night. 

I take a beed breath and walk into the room sitting next to him. He hugged me. I couldn't lie to myself. I love this man even after being gone for two years. “Gerard er need to talk” he looked at and sighed he know exactly what i had to talk about “I'll save you the tim, i can't stop i tried but i can't nothing can help no matter what s dont wait your breath” He looked at me, I desired that it would be best to change the ectopic got the time being “ your still in florida?” I ask “Yeah” “Why?” “ because i know you would be here” “ you waited , there's been two years you waited here for mr?” I asked him a bit surprised “why wouldn't I do anything for you? I would wait a lifetime just to hold you, I would drop everything to kids you. I would sell my soul to be yours. We are the kids from yesterday and even though you left me, I still love you and make me wanna sing from the rooftop. I don't care if it's been two years or a hundred. I will do anything for you, my rosealee. My sweet beautiful rosealee” Gerard said tearing up, i was crying though, i never had someone be so sweet to me. Gerad sna his charming hazel eyes the shoulder length greasy hair, i didn't matter he was the one man i wanted to be with. 

I kissed him, it was long and soft, it was sweet, something we longed to do since i left. Soon it led to more, the night was filled with us showing each other just how much we missed each other. It was a long night and it was filled with passion and love. The next morning lsu is better waking up in eachothers arms giving me warm kisses on my forehead. We both ended up down for breakfast and the 3 boys evere already sewn there. I sat next to Gerard as they all looked at us and tried not to laugh “ what I say as I look at them.” Frank said “ do you too have a fun night” he said not being able to hold back his laughter any more “ yeah did you guys have  nice talk?” Ray chimed in with and with that Gerard and I just looked at each other. We wanted to crawl under a bridge and the very moment he realized the boys heard the action last night.

“Guess we weren't as quiet as we thought we were,” I whisper to Gerard, the boys laughing. “ At least the talk went well.” Mikey jokes. I could feel my face , I could just tell it was bright red matching the crimson rid of Gerards face as well. “ Enough with the joking , we need to get down to serious talk.” Mikey said changing the mood of the room I left out a breath I didn't know I was holding in. I looked over at Gerard not knowing what to say. I knew exactly what the talk was going to be. “ =it's clear you guys spent all  night together. Do you guys do any talking about what had to be talked about? "I looked at Mikey as he said that but then put my head down. “Well we didn't do much talking about his addiction” I muttered out. 

“Im not addicted” Gerard said his voice full with defense “ the fact that you have to say that is proof that you are” ray child in. “ Look Gerard, I'll make a deal with you.” I looked at him as I spoke. “ If you prove to me that you can stop, if you quit for me I'll stay here, with you and the boys. It'll be just like the good old days "" minus all the crime of course "Frank added. 

It took a few minutes of silence, and Gerard looked at all of us. “ fine..I'll try. B-But you have to help me through it rosealee." I look at him and smile, pulling him not a hug. “ you know I will.” From that moment on things changed. Gerard was trying, not for his brother, not for his friends, for me.I helped him every inch of the way as did the boys. Things started to look up. Sometimes it was bad. Bad to the point where Gerard relapsed but then went back on his journey of getting clean again. Sometimes all you need is someone you love by your side to help[ you get through the hard times. 

After the day he promised to try to get clean I  moved in with them. It was like nothing changed once we were all back together. I was like the bond we had was never broken. Soon things started to look up. Gerard was making amazing progress. And before we know it a year has passed. Gerard was officially off the good stuff and now we were just trying to survive the depression. Sometimes it was hard but we all tried to keep each other's spirits up.

One day we were all just sitting on the couch watching TV. It was small, maybe about 5 inches long, and it was big and boxy. We were all sitting around watching whatever was in. Gerard was sitting next to me with his arm around me.  “Did i ever thank you for helping me rosie?” he asked in a low voice “everyday gee” “well i can't help it i'm so grateful for you my love. I love you, i don't know what i would have done if you didn't run away with me all those years ago” “i don't know gee you would have came back if i didn't go with you” he smile and looked at me “probably” 

“Rosealee i have something i want to ask you” “what is it gerard” at this point all the boys were looking over at us like they knew what was going to happen. In a swift motion gerard got on one knee and pulled out a rig box.“Rosealee, would you do me the honor and be by my side forever, through hell or high water, marry me Rosie” I look at him stunned, even more stunned  when I see the ring that his father gave to his mother before he died. It took me a while to find the words, but they wouldn't come out . “ The only thing that came out was a quiet little yes. As the eyes left my mouth the boys  cheered and clapped.

From that moment on we were one. Even more nsepreabul than before. We both agreed that after the depression we would start our family and that the boys would be there to help step by step if needed. Once the take came we were the first to move out. After the depression we wanted to start our family. That included moving out. It was hard to do at first. I was a change we weren't ready for but we moved right down the road. We all hung out together often. It started with us moving out and then Mikey and his girlfriend. One by one every one moved out of the house to start a family. Everytime we would meet up, it was like we were still the killjoys on the run. This will forever be our little group, our childhood friends, our partners in crime , our friends. 

“Life is but a dream for the dead And well, I, I won't go down by myself But I'll go down with my friends” You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison - My Chemical Romance 

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party poison x male reader

desc: Korse missed. Y/k/n takes in a certain redhead.

genre: fluff? comfort?

word count: 1.3k

A/N: when i say ‘Korse missed’, i want to say a stray shot hit him and caused him to pull the trigger, and he went to fight. with Party on the ground, unconscious, people assumed they died.

They didn’t know where they were. There was a smell in the air, kind of like burning. What was burning? They didn’t know. They knew their head was pounding and they desperately needed water. They sat up, groaning, only to gasp in horror.

A male with blonde hair lay not too far from them. Oh no. That was their brother.

Party stood with a gasp, hurrying to him. They collapsed halfway there, pulling his brother to them. Kobra’s body was decorated with different wounds. They must have shot him multiple times before he went down.

They staggered away from him, holding in cries of anguish. They stumbled towards the door, just to find their brother’s best friend, Ghoul.

They clamped a hand to their face, trying not to throw up. The doors are flung open as they hurry outside. There’s a Trans Am with a spider painted onto the hood.

Party stumbles to the car. They aren’t sure why they can’t walk. Maybe they hit their head real hard. They head to the drivers seat, only to be met with a man with curly hair laying there, most likely dead. They didn’t need to investigate to know it was their best friend. It had to be, with their other friends inside.

They staggered away from the Am, deciding to walk somewhere. It was really hot, and they had just woken up. This wasn’t doing any good for their mind. They tripped and fell, hitting their head. Right before they passed out, they smiled. They could be with their brother.

~~~

Their eyes fluttered open in a room. There were art supplies everywhere, as well as comic books and random cans and wrappers. No way this was the afterlife.

They took a ragged breath, standing from the mattress they were on. They groaned as their vision went blank, and they quickly leaned against the wall. They took a few deep breaths before standing straight.

They looked around the room, taking in their surroundings. There were a few rusty screws and daggers, but they weren’t sure why the owner hadn’t thrown them away. Some gun polish, tons of paints, tons of paintbrushes. Experimentally, they opened some drawers.

Colorful makeup and clothes lay in the drawers, set with some whites and blacks as well. They decided they would have to try some of it out, given that the person who brought them here wouldn't harm or kill them.

Would dying be so bad, though? They would be reunited with their baby brother, their best friend, and the one they couldn’t help but say they probably had a small crush on.

Shaking their head, they pulled out some clothes. A simple loose tank top and loose shorts; they weren’t fancy, there was no reason for the mysterious person to be mad at them.

They quickly changed and discarded their usual outfit near the bed, pushing the clothes into the corner. They ruffled their hair, running their fingers through it; it was very knotty. They hissed as they used their fingers to brush through it and pull the knots apart. It wasn’t ideal, but it worked.

Upon hearing footsteps, they nervously walked over to the mattress and sat down. Their eyes stared intently at the doorway as a shadow crept up, and-

This had to be the prettiest person Party had ever seen. Their breath caught in their throat and they felt a blush creep onto their cheeks. Embarrassed, they clear their throat. Their voice was raspy from not using it for multiple days, although the man could hear his voice was deep, yet soft.

“Hi? Who are you?”

The man smiled warmly at Party, and their cheeks felt like they were burning. He was beautiful.

“I’m Y/k/n. I found you on the side of the road, are you okay? What happened?”

Y/k/n walked over, cupping the side of Party’s face. He gently turns their head, inspecting for damage. He seemed to not find anything, and gently released Party.

Party didn’t know if they should trust Y/k/n. They had just met. But they needed someone to talk to, and he seemed to be all they would get.

“They- they killed my brother and our friends. I barely made it out.”

Y/k/n’s face softened, and he let out a small huff.

“Sorry to hear that. I hope you don’t feel guilty. I’m sure you could have died too. You know what happened?”

“Someone - his name is Korse, he’s an exterminator - was gonna shoot me. And then he got distracted, and he dropped me. I hit my head pretty hard, and I’m assuming I was knocked out. I woke up alone, with dead bodies all around.”

“Oh, that’s horrifying.”

His look of sympathy made them want to hug him and cry. Party desperately wanted to be told everything was okay, even though they weren’t sure it ever could be again.

With the war in their mind going on, they hesitantly opened their arms. Y/k/n obliged, pulling Party to his chest. Party’s head slumped against Y/k/n’s shoulder, and they squeezed their eyes shut. They felt tears prick at their eyes, but they wouldn’t cry. They had just met Y/k/n, and they didn’t wanna make a bad first impression.

“Anything I can do to get your mind off of it?”

Party thought for a moment, before shaking their head. They would settle for being held, even if neither of them said anything.

After a few minutes, Y/k/n sent a hand carding through their hair. He got stuck a few times, but pulled out rather than yanking at the knots. It was actually quite calming, especially when he began putting pressure in some spots. Party could feel themselves drifting off, comfortable for the first time in a long time..

~~~

Party awoke alone again.

They would have thought it was all a dream, if not for their surroundings. They slowly stood, and made their way out of the room. They took in their surroundings; a lot of clutter on the floors, although pushed to all of the walls. The place wasn’t very big; it was maybe a cabin. They doubted being in the woods, though.

There was a big room, filled with all sorts of wanted posters, juice cans, bloody clothes, random markers and pens, and sand glazing over everything. It was kind of rough. They could tell Y/k/n had been alone for a while.

They decided to leave the room, feeling sad all of a sudden. It reminded them plenty of the diner, hell, even of the motel. If they ever moved on, it wouldn’t be any time close to now.

The next room was much more bearable. A card table and a few folding chairs, two missing their backs, like they had been broken off. Cooking materials and kitchenware were present, which was interesting. The wall was painted an odd coral color, and where there were chips, it was mint. Ugly, but comforting. Like a home.

They hummed, walking to the cabinets. They managed to get a granola bar. After observing the kitchen and munching on their snack, they came to the conclusion that Y/k/n didn’t eat Power Pup. An escape of something they hated was great. Wouldn’t bring any memories either.

They put the wrapper in a box on the counter that seemed like the trashcan, doing some more exploring. There was the bathroom, which interestingly had a running toilet and shower. Even the sink worked - he assumed it was a special system, or they were close to the city. The latter was probably more truthful, but they were both options to be considered.

The next room was mostly empty. There was a small stack of blankets in the corner, two boxes next to them, and that was it. Strange.

The last room had a mattress and living conditions; had to be Y/k/n’s room. Now that Party thought about it, they hadn’t seen him all day. They were slightly worried, so they went to the kitchen room and sat at the card table on one of the chairs. They stared patiently at the door, waiting for Y/k/n to come back safe.

It was unnatural, really. They had only known him for a day. Maybe they cared because he was another human being. They had just lost three people close to them, after all.

The moment the door opened, Party stood and marched over to it. Y/k/n entered, goggles pulled over his eyes and sand in his hair. Party grabbed his shoulders and gently shook him.

“Where did you go? Why didn’t you tell me? Are you okay?”

Y/k/n reached out his hands and grabbed Party’s face, squishing their cheeks together.

“I went for a little walk. Possibly about a mile and a half, making it 3 miles as a walk. You were asleep, didn’t wanna wake you, and I’m fine. Are you okay?”

Y/k/n let go of Party, and they hesitantly returned the action. They settled for following him as he walked to his room, and he gave them an uneasy look upon appearing at the door.

“You sure you wanna come in? It’s kind of messy.”

“As if the rest of this place isn’t?”

Party rested a hand on their hip and cocked an eyebrow, and Y/k/n grinned.

“Fair point, come on.”

Y/k/n entered, Party right behind him. They plopped onto the mattress, and Party looked around. A few posters on the walls, and a lot of boxes that seemed to have stuff in them.

“What’s in the boxes?”

It slipped out before they knew what they were saying, and they paused. Y/k/n looked at Party, then back to a poster on his wall.

“Those boxes are filled with memories. I won’t elaborate.”

Party nodded respectfully. They wouldn’t intrude.

“Up for doing something today?”

Y/k/n thought about it for a moment.

“You want to do something? With me?”

He gave them a teasing smile, and then made a small ‘hm’ sound. As long as he wasn’t looking, they wouldn’t see their pink cheeks.

“You ever been stargazing before?”

“Isn’t that touchy-feely? For couples?”

“You want us to be one?”

With Y/k/n’s pressing, Party’s face almost became as red as their hair. They quickly shook their head, afraid of the stuttering that might come out of their mouth.

“I was jokin’, don’t worry. You still up for it, though? I find it relaxing.”

Party thought for a moment, and then nodded. Jet had tried to show the other three the stars once. The night ended with Fun having a sprained wrist and a black eye, Kobra delirious from laughter, and Jet yelling at everyone to be careful if they want to survive. Party had been chuckling and helping Fun back to his room, reminding him to be careful. Fun had groaned that Jet and Party were no fun, but he still knew the two cared about them.

~~~

That night, Party joined Y/k/n outside. He had set up two folding chairs and some blankets so they could sit comfortably while looking at the stars. The two sat side by side, in comfortable silence for about half an hour.

“I haven’t known you long, but I feel like I like you a lot.”

Y/k/n hums at Party’s comment, turning to look at him. He smiles softly, turning his attention back to the sky.

“Same to you. You seem very nice.”

They fall back into silence, watching the stars. This time, they don’t break the silence, finding constellations on their own and enjoying each others’ presence.

At some point, Party turned to look at Y/k/n to make sure he was still there. He had fallen asleep. His chest rose and fell with each breath, and they found it was quite cute.

Party smiled softly, doing their best to not disturb Y/k/n as they picked him up and carried him inside. They lay him on his mattress, going back outside and bringing their mini set-up back in. The two could deal with that in the morning. In the meantime, they headed back to their room and plopped onto their mattress comfortably.

~~~

Y/k/n groaned, stretching himself. He had been working all day to clean the base, after Party made an off-handed comment about how messy it was. Hopefully they liked it.

He had sent Party out to get some food while they worked, so it would actually be a surprise. He thought he did a pretty good job, so it was all up to Party’s reaction.

When the red-head returned, they were slightly shocked by everything being clean. They put the food in the kitchen area and looked around, finding Y/k/n taking a nap on his mattress.

They decided not to disturb him and to only mention how nice it was later.

~~~

“You know..”

Y/k/n looked at Party when they spoke, raising an eyebrow.

“I’m glad you found me. I really like your company.”

Y/k/n smiled softly.

“I like your company too.”

Party shifted, slinging an around around Y/k/n’s shoulders.

“I hope I don’t make you uncomfortable by saying this, but I like-like you. If you know what I mean.”

Y/k/n raised an eyebrow and looked at Party, whose cheeks were pink. He let out a small chuckle.

“Never thought I would hear an adult say ‘like-like.’”

“Shut up.”

Party turned their head, so Y/k/n opted to place his head on their shoulder. They tensed up for a moment, but relaxed after a few seconds.

“I like-like you too, Party.”

Y/k/n said with a giggle.

“Seriously?”

“Seriously.”

Party looked to the stars, not being able to bite back a grin. They hoped their friends were happy for them.

[emo-musicvideo-imagines]

I’ve just checked your rules and the request post you made with all the quotes so I was wondering if you could write a party poison x reader with the prompts- ‘How long have you been covering this’ and ‘If I survive can I go home’. I was thinking the fic could go like, they find the hurt reader and take them to the diner but they’re stubborn and want to go home and they have an injury that they discover later on and then hopefully the reader stays with them. Or not, you can take it in whichever direction you want, I just thought that’d be a suitable story for it :)

genre: fluff to angst and back to fluff

Pairing: Party Poison x unspecified! reader,

Pov: Party Poison

Title: Define Home

Killjoy Name Used: Sky Hawk (feel free to replace if you want) 

Note: I took the prompts, slightly different story then you asked for.

It happened super quickly. Someone, just outside of the diner, took out nine or ten draculoids on their own. I reached for my gun, but the last draculoid had fallen before I even stepped outside. I wanted to speak, asked who taught them to shoot, but my voice betrayed me. Though the look on my face must have given it away.

“I’m Sky Hawk, from a small group of Killjoys next to the wall,” they pointed in the direction of Battery city, “the Animalistic Killjoys.”

“Party Poison, I’m the leader of the Fabulous Killjoys” I reached to shake their hand, “how’d you end up out here?”

“Was on a part run, my brother’s bike broke and needed a gasket,” they leaned against their own bike, “ran into these guys and got chased all the way out here, which zone is this?”

“Thirteen.”

“Holy shit,” they let out a dry laugh, “oh man, Snakeskin is gonna kill me.”

“Listen, Killjoys are meant to help each other,” I shifted on my feet, “why not stay a while, your bike looks pretty roughed up, my brother could fix it for you.”

“I can’t ask you to do that,” they took a shaky breath in.

“I insist, come in,” I motioned them to come inside, surprised when they did.

A little over a week later and it had already felt like Sky Hawk was one of us. And though I would never say it out loud, I found them attractive. They were tough, resilient, and actually listened to me. The boys got along with them great too, Kobra was happy to have something to work on, Jet was glad they were able to contain their stupid, that they only let out when Ghoul was around.

“Hey! I know you’re in there! I see your bike!” I loud booming voice was followed by pounding on the door.

“That would be my brother, took him long enough to come looking,” they rolled their eyes, “You could also peak in through the window dipshit!”

He threw open the door and grabbed Sky Hawk by the wrist.

“We have been looking for you for 24 hours! You scared us shitless!” My face twisted at his statement.

“Only 24 hours?” I growled lowly, not letting him walk out the door with what I would consider a new member of our team at this point.

“That’s all they’ve been gone,” Hawk’s brother raised an eyebrow.

“They’ve been here for the past week and a half,” My anger grew every second that the man in front of me struggled to find an excuse.

“He’s never paid much attention to me, it’s fine,” Hawk defended him.

“No, the fuck it isn’t,” Jet stood quickly, his height easily freaking the brother out.

“Fine, then what do I tell Snakeskin?” Hawk’s brother raised his voice.

“Tell her I’m not an animalistic anymore, I’m part of the fabulous,” they snapped, “now let me go.”

He left, stomping his feet and slamming the door. I sighed, almost missing the way Sky Hawk clutched their side and limped back to where they were sitting.

“How long have you been covering this?” I wasn’t even aware that I was the one speaking until Hawk froze and everyone else looked at me funny.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” they murmured.

“Lift your shirt then,” they knew they were stuck, lifting their shirt just enough to show a bullet wound, it had scabbed over, but looked severely infected. It was dead silent for a few moments.

“Kobra, Ghoul, leave the room, Jet, I trust you to fix this,” I attempted to keep my face stoic, trying to ignore the drop in my stomach.

Jet nodded as I followed the other two men out of the room.

“It kills you doesn’t it,” my brother whispered, catching ghoul’s attention anyway.

“What do you mean?” I grit my teeth.

“Seeing someone you care for so deeply be hurt so badly and they didn’t tell you,” he elaborated, “you’ve never been good at keeping yourself from falling hard.”

A little while later, Jet came and got me from my room.

“They want to talk to you,” was all he said before walking out. I slowly made my way to the room we had set up for them.

“Hey,” their eyes were red, “’m sorry I didn’t tell ya.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I wanted to go home, but,” they let out a sharp breath, “clearly they didn’t care, and then you guys did and-”

“Hey, it’s-” I reached for them, backing out last second, “you’re okay, just, tell me next time you’re hurt.”

I didn’t realise how close I was to them until they reached for my hand.

“Please stay with me,” they weren’t looking at me, but I nodded anyway, sitting next to them on their bed. They leaned into me carefully and squeezed their eyes shut. Not taking long before falling asleep.

[flaminghotcheetoos]

oh great, look what you made me do

normalise making a list of character x readers u like to read so you can spin a wheel every night before bed to decide ur bedtime story xx

[littlesunshine1223]

Party Poison NSFW Headcanons

- They’re a switch 100%

- no matter if you’re revoking their walking privilege or if they’re the one breaking your back in bed, they’re here for it

- the other killjoys complain constantly (more so Kobra Kid) about how loud the two of you are every time you go at it

- Jet Star nearly banished both of you from his car when he caught you and Party making out in the backseat

- some of Party’s favorite kinks are hair pulling, dirty talk, bondage, and overstimulation

- their chest, neck, and thighs are their most sensitive parts and they’ll melt in your hands if you leave bites and hickeys there

- when they’re irritated and pissed off they will be super rough with you and basically use you as a stress toy

- aftercare is the best after they get done absolutely ruining you

- if you’re the one taking the lead in the bedroom then be prepared because if you overstimulate them enough then Party will wake up everyone in a 200 mile radius with how loud their moans will get

- after a rough day that’s taken all their energy all they want is for you to praise them and go down on them

- a few ways to turn them on and get them all worked up is to tug their hair before pulling them into a kiss, smack their ass as they’re working on the Trans Am, or when you sit in their lap and whisper into their ear that you want their poison

- the two of you had to explain to Dr. Death and the others why they needed to add a new mattress to the list on the supply run list because the two of you broke the old one

[anystalker707]

Red marks against pale skin

Pairing: Party Poison x [gender neutral] Reader Word count: ~ 2 100 Genre: Smut / Comfort Summary: Party Poison's chest is really sensitive. It wouldn't hurt to see how far it goes, right? Kind of content: Nipple play / Oral fixation A/N: upcycled fic. i'm aware of how similar it is to my ivar one.

“How many times do I have to tell you?” You sighed as your hands ran across their warm back, feeling every muscle and the bump of every scar under your fingertips. You didn’t memorize their back only because you’d done this many times before, but also because their skin was practically yours, as a possession. You’d know if there was any new scar, as small as it could be.

Poison scoffed, their back vibrating with each word. “And what do you want me to do? Simply not go anywhere? Just sit here like your little doll, is it?” Of course they would be dramatic, twist your words just so you could feel guilty and let them do whatever they wanted, but you already had a resistance to their whining just like Kobra and Jet, even if it wasn’t as strong—sometimes you’d spoil them a little bit, why not? Dealing with Poison wasn’t any new to you; you were there before the Fabulous Four had its current formation, then with them when the BLI started getting on their trail, and now defending the desert.

The light from the table lamp beside the bed illuminated the room dimly. In the first days of your stay at the diner, you would just hang around the room and leave to sleep on the couch, but with how they kept asking you to help them with plans or talking until late at night, now it was also yours.

Today was something like this. A long day of unnecessary efforts had Poison’s muscles protesting in pain—specifically one around their shoulder blade due to the awkward position to paint Trans AM—, so you were there once again, your hands rubbing oil against their rough skin in an attempt to help them despite all the complaints. They did appreciate what you were doing, though. You knew it was some sort of facade because, even between four walls and a closed door, Poison still had to keep their goddamn posture at least in a few points to ‘keep you humble’ because they didn’t need another Jet-Star. As if you couldn’t shape them exactly the way you wanted, just like Jet would do with Ghoul sometimes. Stupid.

“It wouldn’t be a bad idea,” you chuckled against their skin and pressed a kiss to the back of their ear. “My pretty little doll, all for me to use, hm?”

Poison was silent for a moment before they were slowly turning around to shoot you the most deadly glare. “What do you think you’re saying? You’re turning into a bait for the next action if you keep it like this!”

Another chuckle escaped your lips as you pushed them to face forward again. “And what?” You pulled them against you so their back met your chest instead. “Risk losing one of your best chances against BLI? Best strategist? Plus, I don’t think you could handle even a day without me, knowing I’m not coming back,” you mumbled, chin over their shoulder and arms under theirs whilst watching your hands work against their ribs, slowly going up.

Whatever was going on in Poison’s mind, vanished at the moment your hands started running over their chest. Instead, there were only quiet and incoherent grumbles that you could barely make out. “(K/n), what...” Their words trailed off, breath caught in their throat—they tried to fight against the will to arch their back at the feeling of your fingers tracing their nipples, running around them until they were hard. "Wh..."

"I'm just doing the massage you asked for," you scoffed, hands going down their torso just to come up and stop right under their pecs, proceeding to go up slowly. Poison hissed at the friction as they arched their back; their hands tugged a little on the sheets before finding their way to your thighs, hence their nails sank into the skin messily in an attempt to both ground themself and warn you. Fruitlessly, of course. "How was your day, Poison? You just mentioned why you're in so much pain, but never really told me what happened when I was gone."

“Stop teasing!”

“I asked you a question.” The weight in your voice had them shutting up for a moment, though the silence was quickly broken by a moan. Your fingers pinched their nipple, and it shouldn’t feel so good.

Poison sucked in a breath, at first just spitting out stutters until the way you squeezed their pec had them speaking. “I—I was painting the Trans AM. Had to be in a— in a weird position for a long time, y’know. Reaching an arm out and... Yeah.”

Painting? You clicked your tongue. “Yeah, of course. It wouldn’t be you if you weren’t around painting in the weirdest way ever.” It was entertaining to watch how sensitive they were, slowly starting to squirm just because of their chest being fondled with.

An indignant gasp came from Poison, but they paused for a moment; their head leaned back against your shoulder for a moment while their hand adjusted against your thigh. “No...! You know I need the right position to keep my... hand firm!” Their voice cracked once you pinched their nipple, playing with it between your index finger and your thumb, daring to give it an experimental tug. A louder gasp escaped their lips, back arched against you.

“Of course, but you? I wouldn’t be surprised if I saw you painting all upside down,” you mumbled, continuing to pinch their nipple, though now also doing the same to the other, and it was enough to start reducing them to pieces—the already uneven breathing lost its pace completely while their fingers tried to grip onto your skin however they could, almost having them throw their hips in the air in search for friction.

“Don’t act like you don’t understand!” Poison growled. “The creative... process, y’know...” They never finished the sentence, words lost into the dark corners of the room once you let go of them so you could get off the position. “Hey! What are you doing?” The hazel irises were nothing but thin rings around the dilated pupils that observed you in desire.

Your chuckle had their eyebrows lowering, mouth pursing. “I thought you didn’t like it?” You raised an eyebrow, moving around until you straddled their thighs, pushing them back against the pillows. Whatever answer they had on the tip of their tongue, it died down with the way you parted their legs with a knee, instead earning yourself a glare, but it would take a lot more to discourage you. Their hips were warm under your hands as you held onto them while leaning down to press kisses to their neck, sometimes nibbling on the soft skin. “You complain so much, sometimes I don’t know whether it’s real or not. How do you feel being so annoying?” 

“I think that you should shut the fuck up before getting yourself in trouble.” Empty words, of course. Poison liked the teasing, if anything. In contrast to their words, their arms wrapped around your shoulders at the same time they threw their head back into the pillows to grant you more access.

You breathed a chuckle against their skin, feeling it rise with a shiver according to how you trailed down. “Oh, honey, you still insist on tricking yourself that you can live without me? Pitiful.”

It was fun to tease Poison then silence them, watch the frustration build up in groans and quiet complaints, their nails sometimes pressing into your skin a little too hard. They were once again silenced, letting out a hum instead at how your lips worked on a spot some inches down their collarbones, sucking and nibbling on the skin until a purple spot was left behind. You knew they had some sort of sensitivity when it came to their chest, but you never knew it was that great until you decided to start exploring it that night; it probably was greater that time, given how long they had gone without being touched like that.

The way they shuddered and breathed shakily just because of how your tongue ran flat over their nipple was truly rewarding. You did it once more, this time snatching a moan that extended itself by how their crotch found a nice source of friction when meeting your thigh on the way once it pushed up. Your grip on their hips didn’t really prevent them from moving, more of guiding their movements and limiting their freedom.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if you came untouched,” you mention. You could taste the light herbal taste of the oil on your tongue—it wasn’t bad, actually.

Poison clicked their tongue, glancing down at you with a glare that would’ve made anyone else who didn’t know them enough start praying for their life but not you. Never you. That look didn’t give you anything more than entertainment. “Are you stupid? Do you want me to kill you?”

“To kill you would be fun, actually.” A grin tugged on your lips, easily having Ivar more flustered. They weren’t in position to criticize anything anymore, nor had enough coherent thoughts for it; they just turned their head away instead.

At first, soft kisses surrounded their nipple, soon being replaced by your teeth softly tugging on the skin, and there it was—whines spilled from their mouth with every nib until they clasped a hand over their own mouth in an attempt to muffle their sounds. It had you pausing, taking a moment to observe their messy form. Sweat had some of their bright red hair strands stuck to their forehead, skin already flush and glistening softly under the dancing light of the flames. Their chest heaved up and down with the deep sharp inhales.

The lack of interaction had Poison’s eyes slowly turning to look at you, and that fucking deadly gaze had something stirring in your lower stomach.

“I wanna hear you,” you finally said, pressing a kiss to their fingers before you started to tug their hand away from their face, finally kissing their lips instead. Their hands somehow felt in the way of something, something they didn’t know, but it still didn’t really feel right to just grip onto the sheets while you worked on them. They whined softly against your lips, kissing back with little care because all that mattered was how good you treated them, nibbling on their lips and letting your tongue meet theirs.

Their back started arching again once you started trailing down their neck once again, this time starting to nibble on the area around their nipple right away, this time working on the opposite one, with your hands back around their hips, tightly. “Fuck,” they whispered softly, voice tight in their throat, soon replaced by a moan. Your lips wrapped around their nipple to suck softly on it until they were arching their back and fighting against your hands, so you’d change to running your tongue flat against the nub instead.

It was slow and agonizing. Every single time the feeling would start to take over Poison, erase the thoughts away from their head and have their eyes rolling back, you were there to pull them down, ground them again. Poison crashed back into reality with quiet complaints and groans that only motivated you to continue, even if your lips would be left sore later. Then, there it was, finally. This time, you weren’t pulling away at the moment their hips started pushing up; you continued to suck on their nipple, even letting your teeth tug on it, and they weren’t even that restrained anymore, with one of your hands letting go of them to instead fondle with the opposite side of their chest.

A string of curses escaped Poison’s lips, though soon interrupted by the lack of air in their lungs, their teeth gritted and eyes pressed shut. Their hips dragged slowly against your thigh, sending sparkles up their body and down again, right to their lower stomach. Their shorter breaths had each time more space between them, as if just breathing would drive their focus away from their release, but then, there it was; a long moan was drawn from their lips at the same moment they finally came. As much as you wanted to see the face they were making, it seemed more of an advantage to continue messing with then until they were squirming, on the edge of oversensitivity.

You pressed a kiss to the bright red skin before you finally brought yourself up to look at them. They had their eyes shut, mouth moving lightly in inaudible mumbles to themself until they opened one eye lazily to observe you.

“You good, love?”

Poison nodded lightly. “Do you need me to...?”

“No, no.” You shook your head and pressed a kiss to their cheek. “Hell, Poison” you chuckled, “look at you. Came untouched, in your pants!” And just a few words had the haze that took over them fading away, replaced by their usual annoyance, curses that escaped their lips seemingly unstoppingly.

[elektramustdie]

for their pleasure.

just straight up filth under the cut

your need to be abused and used by them is absolutely ridiculous. They have you face down in their bed, grasping the sheets as your cheek is pressed against the mattress. 

They chuckle lowly as they pound into you restlessly, “you just love being my fucktoy huh dollface?”

crying out into the bed and nodding eagerly, of course you do. you we’re the one touching yourself always thinking about them. you needed to be their fucktoy. 

They pull out before slamming back in, your eyes rolling back as their so deep inside you. 

the room being filled with skin slapping against skin, your loud cries and just how pathetically wet you are, for them.

they grab your hair, pulling your head back as they destroy you, “such a good girl taking me like this” they mutter before leaning down to kiss your temple.

they let go of your hair to rub your sensitive clit, your body is on fire with how much pleasure their causing you. 

they start heavy breathing as they hold their thrusts for a second than continuing sliding in and out with such force. 

“love me stretching this cunt out huh sugar?” they almost growl, your a whimpering, crying mess as you nod and take it. 

They groan low in their throat before stopping the circles on your clit and grasping your hips and speeding up the pace. 

the bed creeks and the headboard hits the wall as they assault your tight cunt. 

“tell me how much you love this doll, tell me how you love me claiming you”  they say through gritted teeth. you whimper in response before opening your mouth to mumble something out.

“oh fuck! yes i love it so much party! god needed this.” you stutter out and cry in pleasure as they start rubbing your clit again. 

“fuck baby, gonna cum inside you.. fill you all nice and deep.” their words going straight to your cunt. 

your walls tighten impossibly more around their thick cock. “cum with me sugar. scream my name” 

just as they say. you listen, “party oh my god!” you breathlessly gasp as you cum and nuzzle your face into the bed. 

Groaning, They hold themselves deep inside you as they empty their balls into you. Their hips jerk forward slightly with each pulse of pleasure that shoots through them. 

“you’re so tight.. could cum inside you forever..” they rest their head on your back, slowly still thrusting into you. 

your tight walls milking them for every drop of their cum. 

With a satisfied groan, Party finally pulls out of you. Their fingers dig into your hips as they lean down to place a row of quick, hard kisses along your collarbone “mine” they whisper.

[b-a-n-a-n-a-ss]

Peaky Blinders: Shelby’s x shelby!reader

Summary: the reader is poisoned when at a party. She returns home in an immense amount of pain. Then her brothers take care of her.

Warnings: crying, fluff, poison, vomit, throwing up, pain.

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As [y/n] Shelby walked home from the party she had just attended; she noticed a pain growing in her stomach. It was sharp and she could hardly walk.

When she entered the Shelby household she had a arm wrapped around her stomach and her face scrunched in pain. She dropped her bag to the ground with a thud then she slowly sank to her knees as she clutched her stomach for dear life.

She moaned in pain as John walked over to her body. He kneeled down beside her and placed a hand on her back.

“[y/n]? Are you okay?” He asked as he slowly rubbed her back.

[y/n] only groaned and that was enough for John to pick her up and bring her to the couch. He gently laid her down and she cried out a little in pain. Johns heart ached watching his sister hurt.

“Arthur! Tom! Come down here!” John yelled then kneeled beside his younger sister, gently stroking her hair. Heavy footsteps approached the two and the eldest brothers came running into the living room. John quickly stood up and Tommy quickly took his place.

“What’s wrong [y/n]?” He asked. Y/n moaned and panted as she replied.

“M-my stomach hurts. Please make it stop Tommy.” She cried. Tommy put a hand on her sweaty forehead and frowned. She was burning up and her face had a blue color to it.

A sharp pain erupted in y/ns stomach and she clutched it and hissed violently. She started to sob and Tommy picked her up and brought her to the bathroom. The two brothers followed and Tommy sat her in front of the toilet.

Y/n moaned and she struggled to catch her breath.

“It hurts, it hurts so bad.” She screamed. Tommy knew what was happening, he had seen it before. She was poisoned.

“I know y/n I know.” Tommy whispered.

“Y/n I’m sorry to do this but I have to. It may hurt.” Tommy warned. Arthur kneeled behind the two and John stood at the doorway.

Tommy shoved his fingers down y/ns throat. She gagged then threw up into the toilet. Tommy did it again and she threw up for a second time. After the third time she was weaker than ever and she fell back into Arthur’s chest. She was shaking like a leaf and all her brothers felt horrible.

“Is it all gone? Will I feel better?” Y/n asked as she leaned her head into the crook Arthur’s neck. Tommy placed a hand on her knee and rubbed it comfortingly.

“I hope so y/n.” He said. John kneeled on y/ns other side and gently rubbed up and down her leg. Y/n swallowed thickly and nodded her head. She felt so cold and so weak. Arthur wrapped his arms around her and planted a kiss to her head.

“I’m s-so cold.” Y/n whimpered.

“Let’s go out you to bed ‘eh?” Arthur asked. Y/n nodded and Arthur picked her up. He took her to her room and John moved the covers back. Arthur laid y/n down on her bed and covered her up. The three brothers looked down at their sister with sad eyes. She was still shivering and she looked so weak.

John kissed y/ns head and then left the room. The other two did the same and y/n was alone. She slept for a little bit until she woke up. Her stomach had a full ache in it and she got scared that she was going to have to throw up again.

She got up and walked downstairs. She had her blanket around her shoulders. She saw her two oldest brothers sitting on the couch smoking cigarettes and looking into the fire. Their low voices echoed through the living room.

Y/n entered the living room more and the two men looked at her and sat up.

“Are you okay y/n?” Tommy asked. Y/n moved and sat between her two brothers.

“My stomach hurts again.” She said. She looked up at Tommy with fear in her eyes.

“What if it didn’t all get out?” She asked with a slight quiver in her voice. Tommy rested his hand on his knee and shook his head lightly.

“It did, I promise. Stomach aches usually happen after that kind of thing.” Tommy said. Y/n nodded her head but winced a little as her stomach pain became more noticeable. She shuffled closer to Arthur and laid her head on his shoulder. Arthur draped his arm across her shoulders and laid his head ontop of hers.

Tommy leaned against y/ns other side and his head on her shoulder. He gently placed a hand on her stomach and rubbed it lightly. She sighed and nuzzled her head further into Arthur’s shoulders. Tommy kissed her cheek and continued to rub her stomach.

“Get some sleep y/n. Please, we’ll be right here if you need anything.” Arthur said and kissed her head one last time before the three of them fell asleep.

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