Sleep Deprived

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https://spitefulqueenofdemons.tumblr.com/post/643713435650113536/sleep-deprived part 2

Pushing Up Daisies chapter 3

Tw: language, murder, guns, cops, mentions of drugs

Word count: 1373

Summary: After having woken up tied to a chunk of concrete under water and doing an unspeakable act (for your survival??) You find yourself out of options and people to help. Well almost, the only one you think might be able to help is the one who got you in this situation in the first place

After a long shower and several hours on the internet searching for anything that could tell you what was going on. Apart from a few hundred movies and books with undead content the most concrete actual zombie anything you could find was mostly about the voodoo dust that people used to put others under control. And back in the 18, and 1900s people accidentally being buried alive. 

There was virtually nothing about zombies in Seattle. All you knew for sure was what had happened to you. You confronted Blaine, he grabbed you, shot you, dumped you in a lake and you woke up you dont know how long after underwater with no need to breath. 

As you thought and absently read yet another article about 'Haitian Zombies' you rubbed your hand against your wrist that Blaine had grabbed you with. The scratch marks on your arm were as faint as old scars but you could feel them still.

And just like that realization hit. The red eyes made sense. Blaine was a zombie, and that lady who was working the front counter probably was too. It had to be some sort of virus or something that could be transferred through scratch. The teenager in you was thrilled that zombies were real and not mindless corpses that just wandered around destroying everything it came across. Sure when you first emerged from the lake you couldnt control yourself and killed that poor innocent man but you were literally starving. 

Perhaps that was the down side. The hunger is enough to blind you from any moral standing. Even more unfortunate, you didnt know how long what brains you did eat earlier would keep you satiated and you didnt have a way to get more without committing more murder. You didnt know anything about the zombieism other than the scratch causes it. 

You really only had an one option. Go back to Blaine. He had options. Once you got there he could kill you, or turn you away, or kill you. You had gone in only, according to your microwave, 8 hours ago guns blazing accusing him of being a utopium dealer. How could you expect him to help. 

Now you also knew you couldnt go to the police. As an officer you knew they would either freak out or hide it. And by hiding it you knew that would mean hiding you, IE killing you and sweeping it under the rug. They might turn you over to some higher part of the government. The type that does a bunch of invasive and usually very painful experiments and research. 

You could just drop it. Leave town and change your name. But then again that brings up the issue of how will you eat? Murder is just too horrible an option for you. Grave robbing coukd be viable but half decomposed chemically drowned brain is almost as bad as the moral stand still of murder. 

Deciding on your course of action you breezed to your closet, choosing a simple black hoodie, dark jeans and boots, and a ball cap to hide your snowy hair to wear. You grabbed a glock 19. Not the gun you had when you went to visit Blaine in the first place. That one was gone, probably in Debeers' personal stash now. This time though if he pulled so would you. 

Without a vehicle, you assumed it would no longer be parked where you left it in front of MEATchute, you were instead forced to catch a bus to the opposite side of town. The open sign was off but you could see people behind the counter. It looked like they were counting the drawer.

You beat on the glass with an open palm, hard enough for it to make a lot of noise but not hard enough to shatter the glass. The older woman from when you first came was the one to open the door. She looked like she had seen a ghost, but still somehow like she didnt care. 

"Cant you read the sign? We are closed. That means you dont have to go home but you sure as shit cant stay here." She half growled. 

You rolled your eyes, half willing to punch her in the face if she wanted to get cocky. "Move. Wheres Debeers?" You demanded, eyes flashing past the stumpy woman and to the counter where a large man with dark hair stood sizing you up. "You," you said. You recognized him as one of the names that gave a name that then gave you Debeers. "You work for him. I shouldnt be surprised." 

He cocked an eyebrow. "Cissie, let her through." The man said. He looked like a knock off version of Patrick Warburton. "You are supposed to be dead little lady. You got lungs of steal or are you one of us?" 

You scoffed, wanting to hit them all. You knew it wasnt a part of the zombieism either. These fuckers were all instrumental in your death. That enough was reason for a slight beating. "I got nothing to say to you Julian. I'm here for Blaine and I'm not leaving till I get to talk to him." You demanded, stomping up to the counter. 

The man sighed as if this was one of the last things he wanted to deal with. "Well he isnt here but I'll call him. See if he wants to talk to you. Follow me." He said, gesturing to you. 

Not exactly happy, but pleased you were getting what you want, you followed the man behind the counter. He took you further into the building and finally into a room off the kitchen that actually looked like a real office. The large mahogany desk was a mess with files and papers, on top of them all was the stolen file from your apartment. There was a few random art pieces. 

"Wait here. Someone will be by soon." He instructed, leaving you in the room alone. Trusting that you wouldnt snoop. Normally you would but this situation was not the time. You needed help, and had already pissed off two of the three people you knew had a hand in that. Snooping through Blaine's real office would be like flipping the bird after you already spit on and slapped someone. Definitely not a good idea on your part. 

It took less than 20 minutes before the door opened again and a familiar blond haired blue eyed gangster opened the door. "Ah Detective. What an unpleasant surprise. I didnt know you walked amongst the undead." He said with an air of genuine shock. "When Julian told me I really didnt believe him. You took those bullets like a mortal. What happened?" 

You laid out your wrist on the desk, the marks almost completely gone. He crossed to the other side and sat down, moving the little lamp that was sitting at the corner of the table. He shone the lamp over my arm and the little pink marks showed up. 

Blaine 'tsk'ed. "Was it me?" He had a fake look of disgust on his face. "It was me wasnt it. Damn it, I knew I shouldnt have blown off my manicure appointment this morning." He shook his head. "Thats why you arent dead. You gotta be starving though. Would you like a snack? Pudding? Crackers and cheese? Brains?" He questioned. 

You looked at the mark on your wrist in the light, your jaw clenched a little. "No thanks I already ate, but that is part of what I would like to discus." 

At that his eyes widened with actual shock. "Um, you already ate? Did you kill someone or dig up a body?" When I didnt answer he nodded knowingly. "You killed someone. Oh I bet that was a sight. Sorry about the cinderblock by the way. I didnt think you would be waking up. Im sure it wasnt the best alarm." 

You scoffed, a little thankful he stopped asking about your food source. "Waking up underwater was definitely a new experience, but then again so far my whole evening has been new experiences." You told him. 

"Well, allow me to formally welcome you to the land of Zombies. I'll explain everything."

[spitefulqueenofdemons]

Hisoka x reader smutty smut smut 18+++

Greed Island

Its been a while since I have written smut. But please enjoy this very long but simple reader insert one shot smut with one of my biggest clown boy crushes. Please read only if you are an adult. Like 21 and older or something.

Tw: violence, smutty smut smut, unprotected smutty smut smut, language, blood, choking

Word count: 3246 eeeeesh

Greed island. Hunters everywhere would and have killed for just the chance to play the game, and you were no different. However unlike most of the others you didnt play because you wanted the prizes or to be able to say "I played and survived Greed Island." In fact up until a few months before playing you had no idea the game even existed.

It was the day you passed the hunter exam that you received word of it in one of the most peculiar manners. A letter of all things. A letter containing a challenge you just couldnt say no to. 

'Y/N, meet me on Greed Island. Id love to see the extent of your talent. -H' 

The only H you could think of was Hisoka, the homicidal clown. He hadnt given you any trouble during the exam. In fact he hadnt even exchanged a single word with you but whenever the two of you were in close proximity of each other it was obvious he was 'sizing you up.' 

Finally months later and having gotten your hands on a copy of Greed Island you were ready to confront your challenger. Of course there was doubt. Did he even remember the challenge? You kept the paper close by this entire time but whats to say something more important hadnt completely distracts the deranged clown. Had he meant for you to find a copy before now? Perhaps he had and grew tired of waiting. 

You sat in front of the console, ready to find out. There was no television or screen of any sort to hook the device into. There was only a single memory card and a dainty ring. It didnt take a brain surgeon to realize you put the ring on and the memory card in. 

Being transported to the other world wasnt what you expected. It was as if a blinding surge of nen shot through your body and then you were standing in a strange room that looked like it was a future pod talking to a monochromed woman about starting your 'New game'. Again, you didnt care about the game. You were here for one thing and one thing only, to fight. 

The landscape in the first 'level' of the game was pretty for all intensive purposes. Fields as far as you could see of grass and some wild flowers. The air smelled like pollen. In the distance you could actually see tree lines but you knew it would take forever to get to. 

Faced with your first obstacle you sighed and decided to play around with your menu options. Saying book brought up what you assumed was some sort of spell book that once you found them would give you magic perhaps. There was a limit so you would have to be smart with what you take in your inventory if you were going to ever seriously play the game, even assuming once you met with Hisuka you would survive. He was the type of person that once he fought he never left survivors. 

There was a boom to your right that yanked you out of your experimentation and standing in a dust bowl was the man you were just wondering how to find. 

He was stunning to say the least. Firey red hair that flowed as he walked. His narrow eyes had a star and a tear drop under them. His completion was flawless, lighter than most but not unnaturally so. He was muscular, his toned body rippling under his white and pink playing card themed outfit with every movement. 

When he opened his mouth you felt yourself hanging off his every word. "Ah, Y/N. I had hoped you wouldnt get here before me. This game is particularly difficult to find. Tell me, what did you have to do to get here?" He questioned. 

You could tell he was absolutely enthralled by your arrival. That much was obvious by the intensity behind his eyes. "All I had to do was mug a rich man who had just bought it. Finding the rich man to mug who happened to have the gane was the hard part, but you know aristocrats. They have big mouths." You said, finding yourself with a sudden hankering for citrus fruits. "Now I dont mean be that girl but usually the fun parts come after say dinner. I am starving and you know its no fun fighting on an empty stomach." You tried to match his intense but carefree energy finding it to come off more flirty than anything else. 

His eyes glistened and his tongue snaked out to lick his lips. "Dinner sounds delightful. Take this." He said before summoning his book and taking out a card. He handed it to you and you looked over it, finding that once you play all you have to do is name a location and it will take you there. "Repeat after me, play (card name), grove of silence." And he disappeared in a flash of light. 

The instructions were simple enough and with that you did as you were told, feeling your entire body lurch and you shot through the sky at such a fast speed you couldnt even see where you were going. 

When you landed it jolted your entire body. If you were to do this again you would have to remember to bend your knees when you landed. 

Hisoka was already there, sitting cross legged under a tree on a blanket surrounded by various fruits that all seemed to come from the tree above. Some of which were oranges. "If I didnt know any better I would say you are trying to woo me." You half joked as you approached the picnic, bending to grab an orange. 

Your comment earned a light chuckle. "Think what you want my dear, I wouldnt want to win on an empty stomach either. Eat, drink, be merry for in the next little while everything will be different." 

So you sat with the clown man and ate as much as you could of the fruit, drinking from a jug of water that was more pure than anything you had every drank before. You and the man made small talk, discussing various aspects of the game. He showed you some of the strangest cards he had come across, your favorite being something about a girl who bathed every day and shed gold dust in the tub. 

Once the fruit selection had been finished the two of you stood and just like that the tree was gone, the blanket with it, and you were now in a clearing in the middle of a grove that like its name was completely silent. 

"Shall we." Hisoka asked, cracking his neck as he stepped away from you, giving you a large area to move in. "Do you have any stipulations? Rules?" He questioned. 

You had to think for a moment. He was giving you the option to keep your life. All you had to do was say no fatalities. You werent going to give him the satisfaction. Instead an almost evil thought came to mind. You knew gis abilities were formidable. What he called Bungeegum. He didnt know you knew of it but it was a transmuter ability. Something he could use to his benefit in a way that could quickly take you out. Only you too had abilities that you truly believed he would not be able to counter. It was simply a matter of who could use theirs quicker. And that you knew would be you. "No nen abilities." You decided, making his eyes go wide. 

"So you trust you physical abilities enough to be able to fight me. I knew you would surprise me but this soon, I had no idea." Hisoka was beyond surprised. He figured you would say something like no weapons or no killing or something along those lines but instead no Nen. That was half his act. "I agree." 

And with that it began. You were the first to make a move, charging towards him. He would have easily been able to dodge or counter or even strike but before you were within arms grasp you leapt into the air, letting the momentum propel you towards him. You swung your leg in the air, willing it to connect to his head but instead of connecting the mans arm shot up and his long fingers wrapped tightly around your ankle. He yanked and tried to slam you against the ground but you were able to get your arms and free leg under you to catch.

You used them to push back up, twisting your body and shoving your free leg against the clown man to try and free yourself. It worked albeit roughly. His sharp nails left thin slices in your skin. 

You pulled yourself back up to your feet and just in time to dodge a charging Hisoka. Unfortunately for you he anticipated the direction you dodged in and snaked out an arm, grabbing you by the hair and yanking, sending shooting pain through your head and down your neck. 

"Oh we are playing dirty. You should have said something." You grunted as he pulled you by your hair to be face to face with him. His spare hand was straight, his razor sharp nails glistening in the sun. 

The look in his eyes was that of hunger. You didnt have to use your nen to feel his bloodlust. It was exhilerating. He wanted to slit your throat right there. 

You leaned into the hand that had your hair and used the leverage to lift your legs, sending both heels deep into his chest. There was an 'Oof' and his grip loosened enough for you to slip to the ground. The man doubled over for only a second, trying to catch his breath but it was long enough for you to spin over his back, using your legs to go around his and your arms to wrap around his neck. You tightened your grip to try and cut off his air supply but his own hand broke the connection as it reached between your arm and his neck. 

He grabbed the arm and used his other hand to yank your leg at the same time, spinning you to his front instead of you holding onto his back. Now you were flush against him, your legs around his hips, his own hands holding you in place. If he would let go of you that would give you ample opportunity to strike, there wasnt much he could do. 

You had to admit to yourself how nice his body felt against yours. You knew you didnt have time to fantasize but you felt the blush creep to your cheeks anyways. 

Hisoka also felt the urge to delve into all the things he could do to you in the position you were in, none of which pertaining to the situation at hand, but almost tempting enough to indulge. Instead he pivoted and swung you by the arm and leg he had ahold of, throwing you hard against the ground, knocking the breath out of you. 

The hit wasnt hard enough to break anything but you knew if you survived there would definitely be bruising. As you started to get back to your feet he stepped on your back, sending you back to the dirt. 

You felt his knee fall to the same spot his foot was just at, keeping you in place. "Oh Y/N, you really know how to get a rise." He said, putting his arm around your throat in almost the same choke hold you had him in moments before. His knee left your back and you felt both of them hit the ground on either side of you. He was straddling you and true to his word, you felt something rise against your back. 

The lack of oxygen to your brain waa enough to make you light headed. You pushed back against him, feeling the ever so hardening whatever against your back grow. The movement warranted a slight gasp from your attacker, enough to throw him ever so slightly off. You took the slight loosening off his arm around your neck as an opportunity and you twisted to face him. "Guess that blood lust I'm feeling coming from you is just lust." You half teased, hooking your legs around his hips again, this time feeling his erection against your core. 

Neither one of you expected things to turn out this way at the beginning of this but you cant say you were disappointed, in any sense of the word. Instead of fighting against it you felt Hisoka drag his hand along the side of your face and down your throat, his fingers trailing against your veins. "I wanted to see what you can do." His voice was almost a growl. He lowered his head right beside yours as his fingers flexed around your throat, squeezing roughly. His tongue snaked out and pressed against your earlobe, pulling it between his teeth. 

The sharp pain mixed with the lack of oxygen sent a chil down your spine that settled in your core. You wanted more. Your own fingers rose from your sides, moving up his arms and shoulders up to his firey hair. Your fingers twisted in the red and pulled ever so slightly as you ground yourself against him, the movement pressing against your clit and jolting you with the slightest pleasure. "Satisfied yet?" You whispered, the pressure on your throat making you barely audible. 

He hummed in the back of his throat and you felt his cock twitch under his trousers. "Almost." He growled in your ear before trailing his tongue from your ear to your neck. His teeth grazed your skin and you wanted more. It was like he coukd read your mind. "What do you want?" He demanded, lifting enough to let you get a word in. 

"You Hisoka." You said, the need in your voice heavy. It was enough for him to raise up. You released him from your grasp and without raising to his feet he slid the pants from off his hips. He peeled them off his legs completely, releasing his hungry cock from their cage. 

It stood fully erect, already a drip of precum beaded at the tip. You wanted to suck on it. Play with it. Paint it and keep it forever. Of course there was no time. You knew it and so did he. You needed him inside you and at this point you would kill for it. 

You started to take off your own pants but his hands covered yours to stop you. Before you could say anything his lips were against yours. With one hand he pinned both of yours against your head. With the other he easily ripped through the fabric of your pants, fully revealing your cunt to the world. Luckily at the moment the only one in your world was him. 

Once you were unclothed you wrapped your legs back around his hips. Focusing on your actions while his tongue fully explored your mouth was far more difficult than you would have thought, but you felt his bare cock against your cunt and that was enough to make you focus on what was happening again. Your slick was beginning to coat him, making every movement enough to begin to push through your folds. 

This was teasing you, and it was unbarable. "Please Hisoka." You moaned, his cock hitting your clit in a delicious wave of pleasure. "I want you inside me." It didnt take any more coaxing. He pushed his pelvis down against yours and he went through your folds into your cunt with a wet slosh. The length was more than you would have thought you were able to take but as your walls expanded to take him in he began pumping. It wasnt enough to hurt but with every movement he hit all three of your g spots. The clit, the one a few inches inside was being rubbed by a vein on the top of his member, and the spot much further back that the tip pressed against with every movement. 

He groaned in your ear before latching on your neck, his teeth grazing. His thrusts sped up by the second, swinging up and down with a growing violence. 

Your arms reached under his, holding him closer to you as he pumped in and out of your body. You mewled over every movement, already feeling tingling spreading out from you cunt both across your abdomen and down your legs. You were going to cum already and it had only been a couple of moments. 

"Thats right. Cum on my cock." He growled, his thrusts going deeper. He could have said anything and you would have had no control over your body. The tingling turned into a full of wave of pleasure as you orgasmed on him. 

Hisoka felt your pussy contracting against him as he continued his relentless pace, slamming over and over into you. He was over stimulating you and he knew it. Your legs began shaking, struggling to stay open for him. Your breath was wavering and shallow, unable to keep up. 

His hand reached around your throat again, the other releasing your own hands and pulling your leg up to your chest, giving him an even deeper angle. "Fuck Y/N." He growled, feeling his own dexterity waver. Every pump brought him closer and closer to his climax. His hand squeezed your neck and he felt you begin to contract again. Your abs began to flex in and out. Your fingers grabbing at whatever they could, him, the dirt, yourself. Your toes curled and your legs twitched uncontrollably as your second orgasm consumed you, this time liquid shooting from your pussy around his cock. 

It was enough to send him over the edge, his own orgasm almost making his knees buckle. His hot cum spilled from his cock as his pumps slowed down. It coated the inside of your pussy, giving you an extra burst of pleasure. He didnt pull out. Instead he lay on top of you cock twitching as it began to loose some of its size. He was breathing heavily, his arms wrapped around your middle. His head was on your chest and for a moment you thought he was asleep. 

"Hisoka." You said gently. "Did you get all you needed?" You put your own fingers through his, almost not wanting any of this to end. 

He sighed lightly and leaned on the elbow of the arm that you werent using. "Hmm, for now I suppose. Next time though you simply must use your nen. I am dying to experience that part of you too." His voice was back to teasing. His lust had faded enough to where it was just like white noise in the back ground. Perhaps replaced with his usual blood lust. 

You pondered his words for a moment. "So there will be a next time." You mused studying his face the way he was studying yours.

"And the next and the next. You are a true specimen. I dont plan on loosing you, not until either you kill me or I kill you." He said, leaning forward and inhaling deeply, smelling your hair. It sent shivers down your spine. "Until then, care to accompany me through the game?"

[spitefulqueenofdemons]

PT 1

Sleep Deprived

Pushing up Daisies Hello, I havent written anything in so long but since I have started having dreams about this man I figured I may as well

Pushing Up Daisies chapter 2 the lake

Summary: After having been brutally murdered by Blaine Debeers while investigating the Utopium trade you awoke six feet under. More like 60 feet under water.

TW: drowning, murder, language maybe, Gore

Word count: 1539

It was strange not having to breath in order to retain consciousness. The overwhelming cold of the lake water filled all your senses, you could barely blink past the murkey green of the water. There wasnt a hope of breathing in anything that wasnt liquid. You expected it to hurt. Pressure in your head or your lungs burning for oxygen. Other than the cold and crushing pressure this was almost peaceful. 

It took you a moment to be able to realize you were even under water, and judging by the very faint light above it seemed that you were in deep. The longer you were aware the more you were able to regain your senses. You could barely see little fish swimming around you, probably having been trying to get a meal off your flesh. 

There was a heavy weight on your legs and when you looked down you saw why. Your legs were tied together and at the end of them a rather large concrete block. 

The pieces were falling together. Someone tried to kill you and dump the body in the lake. Before waking up in the water you couldnt remember much. White hair, red eyes. Gunshots. 

Your hands moved against the water to your stomach to find no pain. There were holes. Tiny holes almost completely healed. Concerning of course but not nearly as concerning as the fact that you have been awake underwater for several minutes without any pain, any drawback. You felt almost nothing. Minus the cold and a growing sense of hunger. 

'Gotta get out of this.' You thought almost lazily to yourself. You bent over, your moves sluggish in the water, and began unknotting the ties that were holding you down. 

The moment your legs were free you kicked against the silt covered ground and shot towards the faint sun. When you broke the surface you tried to take a breath but you couldnt. Something in your lungs were blocking and it forced you into an uncontrollable coughing fit that forced what seemed like gallons of water from your lungs. 

Once you were finally able to catch your breath you looked around, blinking the water from your eyes you could see shore in the distance. Even further the Space Needle. You were at lake Winters. 

You swam to shore, the gnawing hunger growing with every moment that passed. While underwater it was easy to ignore but now it was almost overwhelming. Before too long you could feel the silt and mud under your feet and you were able to walk out of the lake. Dripping wet, cold and starving but you were walking none the less. 

"Ma'am. Are you alright?" You could hear a voice in the distance. They had a soft timber. Warm and seemingly from a southern state. Likely a tourist. 

You turned, barely able to make out the mans features. He wore a hat. Maybe green or a greenish brown. He had a greying beard that hid most of his facial features. He wore some sort of flannel under a fishing jacket. 

You didnt care about what he looked like. Or that he smelled even more like fish than you. You just wanted to take off his hat and bash his skull until the juicy pink bits came out and thats what you did. 

"I'm so hungry." You groaned as you stumbled forward. The man who had quickly closed the distance caught you in his arms as you fell forward, only the moment knocked him off his balance and he fell with you in his arms to the ground. 

There was a grunt, this time from him, and you could smell the metallic scent from his head before the red leaked out and pooled around his head. Without skipping a beat you pulled him up by his shoulders and slammed him back down. 

There was no screams. No begging for mercy. The only sound was the sickening crunch of skull against the ground and a slight slosh of brain matter leaking out. 

Once the hole in the poor fella's head was large enough you dipped your fingers in and plucked out any and all solid you could find, plopping each piece of it in your mouth. 

It wasnt what you call good. In fact the bitter metallic tell tale taste organ meat always left in your mouth had been enough to make you swear off organs in your youth but the satisfying way it satiated that growing hunger that moments ago was so overwhelming was enough to make it your new favorite flavor. 

You ate until there was nothing left, and once you were finished you sat in beside the corpse of the poor fisherman. You had gone your entire career without ever killing anyone. The first person you ever have killed is this innocent man. It hurt. You felt horrible but you couldnt control it. Nobody saw. There was no witness, no evidence. He didnt deserve this. His family in whatever state he was from didnt deserve it. But there was nothing you could do to change the fact you killed him. But you could still protect yourself. 

After your pity party you stood again, finding your senses much sharper and your balance back. You could think again and you remembered everything from before you woke up. Blaine Debeers scratched you, shot you, then tied you to center blocks and dumped you in the lake. 

It was easy physically filling the fisherman's vest with rocks and dirty to weigh him down but emotionally it was one of the hardest things you had ever done. But you did it anyway and swam the body far enough that rouge swimmers wouldnt find it easily. Once it was safely at the bottom of the lake you decided to go home to figure out what to do next. 

The small apartment in downtown Seattle wasnt the ideal home but it was your home nonetheless. You only used it to sleep, spending most of your time working. You were for lack of a better word, a workaholic. You only felt truly at home when on the job. 

The apartment was plain, almost as plain as Blaine's office. A single keyring by the door beside an empty coat rack. There was a simple ugly plaid three person couch and a matching arm chair. Something you picked up from a thrift store when you realized you couldnt just have a lawn chair as your home decor. There was no tv. No radio. The only potential entertainment a person could get was from the bookshelf that was full of criminal law books and files from previous cases you had worked. 

The kitchen was a little more luxurious with new matching silver appliances, a well loved kureg coffee machine, a shiny new microwave and your favorite, the air frier. 

When you got to the door you found that someone had been here already. The wood was splintered around the deadbolt. There was a dent in the middle of the door, a sure sign that it had been kicked in. 

Your hand instinctively went to where you normally kept your gun but of course there was nothing there. You were a murder victim. Usually the killer wont leave weapons on his victims bodies. Instead you pushed open the door and walked into the near empty apartment. 

There was definitely a break in and whoever did it was looking for something. Almost everything was where you left if but the contents of your bookshelf were all over the room almost like a welcome homs confetti. And not among the papers was all the information you had collected on Blaine Debeers. 

Once you figured out what was missing, which didnt take long at all, you remembered the events which led you to this discovery. Specifically the mixture of lake water and old blood, some yours some fishermans, that coated your body. You wanted, more than anything, a shower. 

The bathroom was untouched, as you were sure the bed room was at well. You hadnt thought to hide your research. You were sure the first and only place they looked was the bookshelf and that was where you kept it so after you put yourself back together you would have to clean up but it would be the only thing you had to clean. 

The bathroom, like the rest of the apartment, was plain. No little knick nacks. The soap dispenser was mint green with no designs or embellishes. The toothbrush holder the same with only one toothbrush even though it could hold  four. There was a towel rack with one, also mint colored, towel on it. 

You walked into the bathroom and flipped on the light before gasping at the shocking image in the mirror. It was you but not the you that you remembered. 

Your hair which had been (y/h/c) since you were born was snowy white. Lighter than Blaines but almost the same. Your skin had lost all pigment, leaving you looking almost ghostly. No blush. No color. And your eyes were now a light blue with purple shadowing that left you looking like you hadnt slept in weeks. The term zombie came to mind.

[spitefulqueenofdemons]

Pushing up Daisies

Hello, I havent written anything in so long but since I have started having dreams about this man I figured I may as well write about it.

Tw: language, drug content, murder, police

Word count 1891

Summary: You used to be a vice cop and after following a lead for the Utopium kingpin you found things were so much more complicated than you expected.

Pairings: Blaine x reader

White hair, white skin, res eyes. The untrained eye might just assume you were albino or suffering from extreme iron deficiency. You wished that were the case. 

Before the 'change' you were the best rookie officer on the force in Seattle Washington, having trained in vice under Detective Lou Benedetto. The only people who considered you the best were people like you. The dirty cops if you will. Now you werent dirty like Benedetto was. You didnt exploit at risk youths for monetary gain, plant evidence, or put innocents away to keep your people from going down. 

Even though you worked closely with those who did, you fought against the war on drugs from the inside. You were known for looking the other way. A kid gets busted with a couple of grams of greenery and he just happens to slip his cuffs while being taken into custody. An addict gets busted half dead in a gutter with a needle in their arm and they end up in rehab instead of prison with your card in their pocket. 

You never cared about the small busts. Kids and addicts falling on hard times were of no interest to you. Drugs barely even mattered. It was the ones profiting off of these poor people poisoning themselves that you wanted. The rich asshole in a penthouse full of whores and party drugs that could care less about the homeless junkie freezing to death who cares more about the product thats killing them then finding someplace warm for the night. 

When it happened you had 3 major busts under your belt. Two were high tier opioid suppliers, and one heroin. You were working a new lead. Some new party drug commonly known as Utopium. Like other 'Party' drugs the effects at first are mild hallucinations, light feelings in the legs and chest, energy, and even sexual enhancements. However it is highly addictive and when mixed with certain substances the users loose the ability to think rationally, have fits of intense and uncontrollable rage, and some even kill because of it. 

A group of teenagers you were able to scare with empty threats of jail time gave you one name, and that name with a bit of hands on questioning gave you another and then another and eventually you were into Blaine Debeers. 

You knew he was at the boat party. 'The Boat Party'. The one where all but a handful of people died either by fire, drowning, or murder. Someone there was giving out Utopium and that mixed with another substance that was available at that party turned the relatively docile and peaceful party goers into maniac killers. 

'MEATcute'. You looked from the piece of paper you got from the precinct to the building in front of you. The building was modern industrial. Something hipsters and rich people who tried to seem like they were down to earth would likely frequent. The smell emitting reminded you of the bakery selection of a coffee shop. Specifically the everything seasoning. 

You pushed through the doors and approached the counter where a harsh looking woman with light, almost grey hair. She had blue eyes, a slightly larger than normal nose and thin lips. She looked to be maybe early fifties. Her name tag said 'Cissie'. 

"Cissie, my name is detective (Y/F/L/N). I'm looking for Blaine Debeers. I do believe he is your employer." You told her, pulling a folded piece of paper from your blazer that had a print of a mugshot taken. "Also known as Blaine McDonough." 

The man on the picture had spiked brown hair, brown eyes, a high forehead, pointed nose, thin lips and a royal chin. This mugshot was taken when the man was picked up a few years ago for dealing a variety of different drugs to adults and children alike. He met bail and when his court date showed up he was immediately aquitted. Likely the judge on his case had his pockets greased by daddies money. 

"Mr. Debeers isnt in right now. Can I take a message?" The woman's voice was snarky, like she was a part of some inside joke at your expense. 

Joke was on her, you saw his car in the parking lot behind the building when you pulled up. "Well Cissie," you put emphasis on her name to match the same holier than thou energy she gave you. "I happen to know Blaine is here and if you dont go get him right now I will do it myself and I promise nobody wants that." Sometimes you loved your job and being able to put the fear in the people who liked to make it harder for you. 

However the look in the woman's eyes didnt say fear to you. In fact the flash of literal red you saw, if anything, made you scared. You wouldnt ever admit it but it wasnt natural. As fast as it was there it was gone the second a door behind the counter swung shut. 

The man who emerged looked like the man from the photograph only not. The spike brown hair was light blond. Almost white. His skin had a sheen over it that screamed fake tan. His eyes were light blue. "My ears are burning, are you ladies in here taking about me?" He asked, charm radiating in his words. Already he reminded you of a snake. "Only good things I hope." 

The woman didnt take her now only blue eyes off of you. You almost wanted to pluck them out of her skull but of course you wouldnt. "This is detective (Y/L/N)." The woman began for you, finally looking at him once he reached the counter. 

"Mr. Debeers." You said reaching out your hand politely. "Do you have a moment? I have some matters I would like to discus privately." Having this Cissie woman around a moment longer might actually drive you to murder. Not literally of course but you didnt like her one bit. 

The sly man nodded. "Of course detective. Right this way to my office."

Blaine led you from the main resturaunt area to a room not even half way down the hallway. Not enough to see if the store was a front for a drug empire. 

His 'office' was incredibly plain. It was obvious from the lack of personal items that it wasnt used very often. There was no paper work on the simple dark wooden desk. There was one filing cabinet and a hanging fern by a window that had heavy plastic curtains over it. Blaine sat at the desk on a simple computer swivel chair. 

"Miss-" the man began but you held up your finger. 

"Detective (Y/L/N)." You corrected quickly. "Now I'm not going to beat around the bush. I have better things to do and I'm sure you have a whole mess of children to deal to." You said, taking out a pad and pen from your pocket. "I have been investigating lead after lead looking for whoever is behind the Utopium outbreak." 

The man feigned surprise. "Utopium? That party drug all those people at the boat party massacre was on? You dont think I'm behind it do you?" He asked. He was going with the I dont know what your talking about bit. Couldnt just make it easy on you and admit it now could he. 

You rolled your eyes and put your hand on the desk rather dramatically. "Dont play coy with me Debeers. I have four people who have named you as their utopium supplier. Thats more than any other name. And dont even bother asking for the ones who fingered you. Unlike other cops you have delt with I dont snitch on my informants. How long have you been selling?" 

The man's smile now didnt reach his eyes. He must not have expected anyone to sell him out. "I dont sell anything other than meat." He said simply. 

"Was it always the hard stuff or did you start out simple. Maybe weed, cocaine? Are you the top or is there some kingpin somewhere pulling your strings like a puppet master?" You demanded. He opened his mouth to say something but you didnt give him a chance. "You dont seem smart enough to run a drug empire but maybe your little pea brain might understand that people are dying because of your actions. Innocent people. This isnt some DARE exorcise. This is real." Your voice was demanding and powerful but your words themselves didnt seem to have enough power behind them to put a dent in the mans demeanor. 

Instead he stood again. "Detective, if you are accusing me of a crime I would like to have a lawyer present." Smart, but useless. "Until then I would ask you to kindly leave." He walked around and began to open the door but you pushed it shut again. "Ms. (Y/L/N) I insist."

You werent as tall as him but that didnt stop you from staring him down like he was only three foot tall. "Mr. Debeers." You countered with a hiss. "You arent getting a lawyer. There isnt a weasling out of this. I have ways of getting answers and I would rather not have to resort to so if you'll kindly sit your ass down and answer my questions." 

It seemed your words did have an effect but a different one than you intended. "And I have ways of getting you the hell out of my building, all but one of them includes you not using your own legs so how do you want to proceed." You started to raise your hand but he grabbed your wrist sharply, his fingers digging. You tried to pull back but his grip tightened. He was strong. 

"Its a crime to assault an officer." You growled through clenched teeth. Your eyes had been on his hand on your wrist but when you finally looked at his eyes you saw they were red. Not just red but dark red with black irises and dark veins spreading across his face. 

He put his face level with yours and a growl emitted from his throat. "Every thing I do is a crime. Why stop here?" He threw your hand down and you felt his nails scrape across your skin as he let go. 

And thats when everything changed. Not the next moment when he pulled a gun from his jacket and literally pumped you full of lead. Or when he drug your body to the lake and dumped you in it. No, when his nails penetrated your flesh was the end. Sort of. 

You felt whatever disease or magic or whatever it was spread through your veins. It didnt burn or anything, it was almost lifting. It felt like you were on morphine or something. Then the bullets shot fire through your abdomen and that flying feeling was now replaced with excruciating pain. 

"Sorry rookie. The drug dealing is a thing of the past. I'm onto much bigger fish these days and I cant have nosey little cops ruining that for me." He said, bent over your crumbled body. "But hey, thanks for the mid day entertainment. They will eventually find your body and let your family know." He said before all your senses gave out. 

[catchymemes]

[i-was-a-naive--prolifer]

[strangeasanjles-deactivated2019]

Not all heros wear capes.

[wikdsushi-deactivated20201108]

I want to buy this woman a beer.

[diamondelight92]

This woman is named June Ayres and she has owned and operated Reproductive Health Services, which is currently the only clinic in Montgomery, Alabama, for about 30 years. May I suggest that you donate the price of that beer to The Linda D Foundation, which helps Alabama women afford reproductive services including birth control, emergency contraception, and abortion services? http://alabamareproductiverightsadvocates.com/thelindadfoundation/ You could also donate to the National Abortion Federation here: http://prochoice.org/about-naf/support-naf/ This gifset is from an incredible documentary called Trapped. You can find or organize a screening or stream it for free here: http://www.trappeddocumentary.com/ It’s seriously an amazing movie about some amazing people.

[breelandwalker]

This woman’s casual level of “Fuck You” herosim is exactly what I aspire to be in life.

[sl66pw4lk6r]

[jackasshousefamily]

[klausriordain]

Shamelessly stolen from @boogara

Reblog this post if:

- You like buzzfeed unsolved

- mtv shows (think Jackass, viva la bam)

- videogames

- drawing 

- harry potter (I’m a hufflepuff, by the way)

- memes

- I’ll follow you (you can follow me or not, whatever)

-Reblog this to get me some friends! Maybe I’ll draw for you?

[adventurelandia]

The Muppet Show (1976), “Mark Hamill”

[spitefulqueenofdemons]

I have such a big crush on him 😿

[ivsaur]

everything about this video is so surreal. the condom hat. the cookie monster dress. Gaga in 6-inch platform heels but still only being at Ru’s shoulder. the fact that not only can Ru actually sing live but they’re performing at a muppets concert. I love it.

[spitefulqueenofdemons]

I just cried while drunkenly watching this at three in the morning

[soft-butch-cassidy]

depression tips™

shower. not a bath, a shower. use water as hot or cold as u like. u dont even need to wash. just get in under the water and let it run over you for a while. sit on the floor if you gotta.

moisturize everything. use whatever lotion u like. unscented? dollar store lotion? fancy ass 48 hour lotion that makes u smell like a field of wildflowers? use whatever you want, and use it all over. 

put on clean, comfortable clothes. 

put on ur favorite underwear. cute black lacy panties? those ridiculous boxers u bought last christmas with candy cane hearts on the butt? put em on.

drink cold water. use ice. if u want, add some mint or lemon for an extra boost.

clean something. doesn’t have to be anything big. organize one drawer of ur desk. wash five dirty dishes. do a load of laundry. scrub the bathroom sink. 

blast music. listen to something upbeat and dancey and loud, something that’s got lots of energy. sing to it, dance to it, even if you suck at both.

make food. don’t just grab a granola bar to munch. take the time and make food. even if it’s ramen. add something special to it, like a hard boiled egg or some veggies. prepare food, it tastes way better, and you’ll feel like you accomplished something. 

make something. write a short story or a poem, draw a picture, color a picture, fold origami, crochet or knit, sculpt something out of clay, anything artistic. even if you don’t think you’re good at it.

go outside. take a walk. sit in the grass. look at the clouds. smell flowers. put your hands in the dirt and feel the soil against your skin.

call someone. call a loved one, a friend, a family member, call a chat service if you have no one else to call. talk to a stranger on the street. have a conversation and listen to someone’s voice. if you can’t, text or email or whatever, just have some social interaction with another person. even if you don’t say much, listen to them.

cuddle your pets if you have them/can cuddle them. take pictures of them. talk to them. tell them how u feel, about your favorite movie, a new game coming out.

[astrologynshit]

Reblog as much as you can

[9unseelie]

Absolutely helpful. I think I’ve done three or four of these things today, makes you feel better.

[so-sorry-mom]

I do a lot of these things to cope, very helpful post.

[spitefulqueenofdemons]

Don't ever hesitate. Reblog this. TUMBLR RULE. When you see it, REBLOG IT.

The original post only has US helplines. I've added UK helplines underneath. It would be great if people could add numbers from everywhere in the world.

Depression Hotline: [phone]

Suicide Hotline: [phone]

LifeLine: 1-800-273-8255

Trevor Project: 1-866-488-7386

Sexuality Support: 1-800-246-7743

Eating Disorders Hotline: [phone]

Rape and Sexual Assault: 1-800-656-4673

Grief Support: 1-650-321-5272

Runaway: 1-800-843-5200, 1-800-843-5678, 1-800-621-4000

Exhale: After Abortion Hotline/Pro-Voice: 1-866-4394253

Child Abuse: 1-800-422-4453

UK Helplines:

Samaritans (for any problem): 08457909090 e-mail [email protected]

Childline (for anyone under 18 with any problem): 08001111

Mind infoline (mental health information): 0300 123 3393 e-mail: [email protected]

Mind legal advice (for people who need mental-health related legal advice): 0300 466 6463 [email protected]

b-eat eating disorder support: 0845 634 14 14 (only open Mon-Fri 10.30am-8.30pm and Saturday 1pm-4.30pm) e-mail: [email protected]

b-eat youthline (for under 25's with eating disorders): 08456347650 (open Mon-Fri 4.30pm - 8.30pm, Saturday 1pm-4.30pm)

Cruse Bereavement Care: 08444779400 e-mail: [email protected]

Frank (information and advice on drugs): 0800776600

Drinkline: 0800 9178282

Rape Crisis England & Wales: 0808 802 9999 1(open 2 - 2.30pm 7 - 9.30pm) e-mail [email protected]

Rape Crisis Scotland: 08088 01 03 02 every day, 6pm to midnight

India Self Harm Hotline: [phone]

India Suicide Helpline: 022-27546669

Kids Help Phone (Canada): 1-800-668-6868, Free and available 24/7

suicide hotlines;

Argentina: 54-0223-493-0430

Australia: 13-11-14

Austria: 01-713-3374

Barbados: 429-9999

Belgium: 106

Botswana: 391-1270

Brazil: 21-233-9191

Canada: 1-800-448-3000

China: 852-2382-0000

(Hong Kong: 2389-2222)

Costa Rica: 606-253-5439

Croatia: 01-4833-888

Cyprus: 357-77-77-72-67

Czech Republic: 222-580-697, 476-701-908

Denmark: 70-201-201

Egypt: 762-1602

Estonia: 6-558-088

Finland: 040-5032199

France: 01-45-39-4000

Germany: 0800-181-0721

Greece: 1018

Guatemala: 502-234-1239

Holland: 0900-0767

Honduras: 504-237-3623

Hungary: 06-80-820-111

Iceland: 44-0-8457-90-90-90

Israel: 09-8892333

Italy: 06-705-4444

Japan: 3-5286-9090

Latvia: 6722-2922, 2772-2292

Malaysia: 03-756-8144

(Singapore: 1-800-221-4444)

Mexico: 525-510-2550

Netherlands: 0900-0767

New Zealand: 4-473-9739

New Guinea: 675-326-0011

Nicaragua: 505-268-6171

Norway: 47-815-33-300

Philippines: 02-896-9191

Poland: 52-70-000

Portugal: 239-72-10-10

Russia: 8-20-222-82-10

Spain: 91-459-00-50

South Africa: 0861-322-322

South Korea: 2-715-8600

Sweden: 031-711-2400

Switzerland: 143

Taiwan: 0800-788-995

Thailand: 02-249-9977

Trinidad and Tobago: 868-645-2800

Ukraine: 0487-327715

[hagothehills]

Reblog if you started practising witchcraft when you were 14 ⛤

[createdbytinyaddiction-deactiva]

Me: Why can‘t Steve Rogers be my boyfriend?

Also me: Why can‘t Steve Rogers be Bucky‘s boyfriend?

[spitefulqueenofdemons]

Takeout

Warning: Smut, oral, dirty talk, unprotected sex 

Word Count: 3240 (i got carried away)

Pairing: Jim Hopper x reader (both older than eighteen

Authors Note: Alright guys, seriously, this is dirty. NOBODY UNDER 18 PLEASE

You skated alongside Max. She had been teaching you for weeks and you were finally able to go down a hill without falling. "Keep your knees bent and lean to turn." She reminded you as you came towards a curve. You crouched on the board. You leaned to the right to take the turn and stayed low, worried you would fall sideways off the board. "Good, now lean on the back to stop." She directed. 

The skidding stop threw you forward and you had to jog a little to keep yourself from falling on your face. "Wow." You breathed, catching your breath. Quickly you stepped on the back of the board and grabbed it, and your face lit up with pride. "I did it." 

A slow clap emitted from behind you, almost making you spin around. Jim Hopper stood there, dressed completely in his uniform, his hat tucked under her arm. "You are really getting the hang of it." He complimented in his gruff voice. "Alright, I promised your mom I would take you home." He said to Max, who had skidded to a halt beside you. "You too Y/N, its getting late, Ellie wants you home soon." 

You thought about how El rarely went two days without requesting your presence at home. It always made you feel wanted. "Yeah, Ill ride with you guys." You said as you walked over to the truck. Max gave you her board and you put them both in the truck bed. 

"So did you two have fun?" Hopper asked as he drove down the road. You sat beside him on the middle seat and Max took passenger seat. 

Max looked up and nodded. "Yeah. I really like having Y/N as a babysitter." She said. "And she is getting so good at skating." The praise made you smile gently, looking over at her. She was grinning brightly at you. "Much better than Billy." She said quiet enough for only you to hear. 

When you had seen Billy interacting with Max earlier that year it broke your heart. You hated how he was so mean to her, so you went to their home and offered to babysit Max until they got home from work every evening. They jumped at the idea, and you became Max's permanent babysitter. 

"Well Im glad you girls had fun." He said as he pulled into Max's driveway. 

Max hugged you before climbing out. "See you tomorrow." She said sweetly, her body warm against yours. "Bye Chief Hopper." She said waving before closing the door and jogging up to the door. 

Hopper didn't pull away until she had gone into the house. "She seems to really like hanging out with you." He stated as he drove, his eyes on the road. "Everybody likes you." 

"I'm just likable." You stated, not moving over. You wouldn't say anything out loud but you liked being this close to Jim. Feeling his leg against yours. His arm brushing against your chest every time he turned the wheel. "You like me don't you?" 

His eyes flicked over to where you sat, a small smirk on his face. "If I didn't I would have let you walk home." He said with a point. "El has taken it upon herself to make dinner, you ready for this?" He asked. 

You settled back on the seat, your eyes narrow. "Bring it on." You said with distinction. El wasn't the best cook, but bless her heart she tried. You have had to suffer through her meals several times before, and although it made you feel quite queasy the happiness it gave her was always worth it. 

"That a girl." Hopper said with a smile, his hand messing up your hair. 

As soon as you stepped through the door to the house you could smell burning. "You have that takeout menu still?" You whispered to Jim as he put his hand on your waist to move you out of the way for him to come in. 

He nodded with a wink. Whenever Eleven cooked for you, after she went to bed, Hopper would order takeout for the two of you and you would stay up all night watching movies. 

"Y/N!!" You heard her voice chirp. You looked up with a smile and greeted her with a hug. Her hair was put up in a small ponytail. She was in the overalls Hopper had given her back when she first started living with him. A paint spotted teeshirt under. "Look, I made food for you." She said, taking your hand and pulling you towards the living room. In front of the couch on the coffee table were three plates. The only identifiable, non burnt bit of food on all three of the plates were the eggos. This place wouldn't be home without Ellie's eggos. 

"Wow." You said smiling. "Thank you sweety." You pulled her in for a hug. "Let me go put my bag away and we can eat, okay?" You suggested. 

You passed Hopper on your way to his bedroom and he followed you, closing the door behind you. "Get your game face on. Its go time." He said intensly. 

You put your bag on the bed. Whenever you stayed he always let you have his room and he took to the couch. It was sweet but sometimes you wished he would stay in the room with you. "I always have my game face on." You said with an airy wave. 

Your statement seemed to confuse the man and he crossed his arms. "What do you mean by that?" He asked. "Is my cooking bad too?" 

You rolled your eyes. "Your cooking is amazing. I was not talking about that. Come on, she will get the wrong idea if we are in here much longer." You said, walking by and patting his chest on the way out. 

Eleven was already perched on her usual seat, the far left seat, digging into a bit of burnt food. She didn't seem to notice how burnt it was. You sat beside her and pulled your plate to your lap. Upon closer inspection you could see this was pork chops and biscuts. With a deep breath you took the biggest bite you could of the charred pork chop and chewed quickly. "Oh wow El, this is great." You say, fighting off coughing from the pieces of charcoal that had broken off and coated your throat. 

She beamed up at you. "Thank you." She said politely. 

The three of you sat in silence and ate, the tv playing a rerun of the Muppet show. It was one of Eleven's favorite show despite it being primarily targeted for a younger audience. It wasn't until nine o clock that El finally went to bed. 

You leaned against Hopper. "You wanna call the Chinese place or you want me to?" You asked, looking up at his face. He smiled almost blissfully. "I'll do it." He offered, tapping your leg gently. "Hop up." He requested. You leaned up and let him up to go call the place. "Yeah I wan't an order of Orange Chicken, two things of egg fried rice, and a wanton soup." You heard him order. "Alright see you then." 

They already had the address being how often you guys ordered. When Hopper sat back down you leaned against him again. His arms fell around you and held you close, almost subconsciously. The Muppets still played but you noticed he wasn't looking at the tv. He was looking at you instead. "So guess who got arrested today." Jim said, starting a conversation. 

"Who?" You asked, not really paying attention. Your mind was on the warmth of his body against yours. The weight of his arms resting across your stomach, holding you against him. 

Jim sighed and you loved the way it felt against you. "That Billy kid, Max's brother." He said. "Got caught trespassing. At your house actually. Dustin caught him and called me up. You know anything about that?" He asked, catching your attention. 

You turned slightly to look at his face better. "No. Did he say why he was there?" You asked. You knew that Billy had been trying to get in your pants for months, but you didn't think he would go as far as breaking into your house. 

"Apparently he thinks if he was to impress you he could finally, and his words, fuck you into next year." He explained, making your breath hitch. You just hearing Jim say those words made your core heat up, not because you wanted Billy to do that, but because you loved Jim talking about it. "Is there any truth in that?" 

You took a breath, a breath you didn't realize you needed. "No. Billy doesn't have a chance with me." You said, looking into Hopper's eyes. "Besides, I want somebody else to fuck me into next year." Just saying those words made your face brighten with a blush. Words you never thought you would actually have a reason to say. 

There was a knock at the door and you cursed at the delivery man's bad timing. You lifted up to let Jim answer it. He hesitated for a moment before standing and bringing back the food. "Eat up darlin'." He said, handing you your chicken. 

Star Wars now played on the tv and you sat with the half eaten meal in your lap. You put the lid on it and put it in the fridge. You always left El whatever leftovers you had so she could snack on them whenever she wanted. "I'm going to head on to bed." You said, leaning over the couch and hugging Hopper. "Think about what I said... Chief." You whispered in his ear, hoping he understood what you had said before walking back to the bedroom. 

Not fifteen minutes later you laid in bed, one of his flannel shirts covering your body and only a pair of underwear and socks covering your bottom half, there was a knock on the door. For a second you thought it may have been El but then a man cleared his throat from the other side and you felt a devilish smile grace your lips. You stood up and hurried over to open the door. 

Jim stood there wearing a pair of sweat pants and a stained, old white tee shirt. "Um, er. I was wondering if you uh... needed anything?" He asked, his eyes purposefully not moving from your eyes. He was trying to be a gentleman and not look down. 

"Now Chief. Don't tell me you came all the way back here just to see if I needed anything." You said with a smirk. You couldn't believe your confidence but you were pleased. There was a pause and your eyes flicked over toward the bed. "Actually, I could use some company. I don't really like sleeping alone." 

The man in front of you coughed a little, not expecting your forwardness. "I- uh- sure. Yeah." He said stepping through the open door and walking to the bed. 

You knew Jim Hopper was a ladies man, but the way you continuously caught him off guard made it seem like he had never been with a woman before in his life. 

"Earlier when you said you wanted... somebody other than Billy, were you talking about me?" He asked after a few moments of silence. 

You nodded slowly. "Yeah. I was." 

The man took this in for a moment before his eyes suddenly going dark. "Good." He said, suddenly much more in control. He rounded back to you and leaned down, putting his face towards yours. You found the closeness making you blush. "That makes this so much easier." He said with an evil look on his face. 

"What easier?" You couldn't help but ask, your own voice very small. 

The man in front of you pushed against you, pressing you against the wall You could feel a hard lump against your pelvis. "Fucking you into next year." He growled, his deep voice sending chills down your skin. You could feel your core tingle. "Oh you like it when I tell you what I'm going to do." He said with a chuckle. He could see the effect his voice had on you. 

You nodded slowly, your breath heavy. "Yes Chief." You said, not looking up into his eyes. 

His hand slid down from the wall where it had been placed, traveling down your body to where the flannel shirt had its buttons. "I'm gonna strip you down till you are in nothing but your socks." He said, his voice quieter but seeming even more dangerous. "I'm going to look at every inch of your body and enjoy it." He said as his fingers expertly removed your buttons. 

"And then what?" Your own breathy voice chimed in, making him smirk. Once the shirt was open you could feel cold air hit your breasts, making your nipples stand at attention. 

"And then," He started, pulling the shirt off your body and revealing yourself. His hands tore off your underwear in one swift motion, making you gasp. "I'm going to lay you down on that bed." He said, looking down at your body, his eyes scanning over every inch just like he had promised. He could see the wet dripping from your sex. "And I'm going to taste you." 

Before you could realize what was happening he had spun you around. You fell on the bed. As you started to sit up a strong hand pushed you back down. "You stay still you little slut." He growled, making you shiver. Hearing him talk about what he was going to do, hearing him call you a slut. You had no idea just what effect this would have on you. He knelt down beside the bed and pulled you up to him, both your legs on either of his shoulders. "God you smell delicious." He said, inching closer to your core. 

When you felt him press his warm, wet tongue against you you gasped. "Oh." You said, not knowing what you were expecting. You had never been eaten out before. The only time you had ever even had sex before was years ago when Jonathan Byers had brought Will to your house so he could play with Dustin. This was much better than that. 

"You taste as good as you smell." Hopper said before dragging his tongue against your slit. The sensation leaving chill bumps all over your skin. He tongue pressed against your clit, his lips suctioning around it. This caused a moan to emit from your mouth. Your hands reaching down to his head. This caused a chuckle to come from the man, and the vibrations made your body hair stand on end. 

"Oh Chief." You heard yourself gasp. The man, pleased with your response ran his tongue back down, covering your clit with his strong fingers as he pressed his tongue inside you. You could feel it exploring your cunt as his thumb rubbed your clit in little circles. His spare hand held your body close to him. 

When the man detached from you he looked up at your face. It was flushed, and sweaty. "Thats right little slut. I want you to cum in my mouth." He directed before putting his mouth back over your hole. His hand now pumping two fingers inside of you. The coil in your stomach was wound as tight as it could go. Your breath heavy and little moans escaping your lips every few seconds. Without warning the coil snapped and you writhed against Hopper's mouth. You felt yourself clench around his fingers, his tongue lapping up whatever liquids escaped. 

He came back up from between your legs and his tongue flicked out over his lips, getting the last of the juices. He pressed his lips against yours and you could taste yourself on him. Your tongue pressing against him in a dance as he worked to take off his own clothing now. 

When the kiss broke you looked down at his member, standing fully erect. "Look what you did to me little slut. I'm going to have to fix this now." 

"How?" You asked, wanting him to tell you exactly how. 

He smirked and looked down at your body. "I'm going to destroy your cunt." He said simply. His hands gently caressed your legs before snapping them open, wide enough for him to slide easily between them. "I'm going to ram my cock into you so hard you wont be able to walk after." He said lining himself up with your entrance. One hand held your leg out, keeping you from moving it, the other held onto your hip. You could feel him against yourself, but you didn't have time to brace yourself before he shoved into you, completely sheathing himself in you. 

You let out a sharp breath, your eyes squeezing shut and jaw clenching. "Shit." You hissed, your core was screaming out, not only in pain but also pleasure. When you opened your eyes you saw that he was patiently waiting for you. "I'm okay." You said, taking a deep breath. Even in a hardcore mood he made sure you were okay. 

The man started moving slowly at first, not wanting to hurt you. It wasn't until you began moving your body in time with his that he picked up the pace. His thrusts got quicker and more forceful. "Ah shit baby. You feel so good." He hissed as he slammed over and over into you, your juices lubricating the movement nicely. "Your pussy is so tight." He complimented. You moaned at his words, one of your hands covering his on your hip and the other one rolling your nipple in your fingers. 

You could feel every movement of his. His thick cock took up all the room in your pussy. Every ridge and every vein pressed against your walls. The tip, with every thrust, rammed against your g-spot, making you clench tighter every moment. His hand let go of your leg so he could reach down and push his thumb against your clit. 

"Chief, I can't hold on much longer." You said, your voice barely audible as his fingers began rub vigorously against your clit, sending electric currents through your body. 

Jim groaned as he felt you tighten against him, making himself feel his oncoming orgasm. "Its alright baby. Come for me, come for me." He repeated, letting himself go. He felt his own juices emit from his tip. The pressure of the new substance in your body sent you over the edge. You grinded against the mans body, your fingers gripping the sheets under you. 

Once the wave had dissipated from your body you lay against the bed, your arms wide open and your lungs struggling to catch its breath. Hopper struggled to stand up. You didn't ask where he was going when he left the room, a robe over his body. He came back a damp rag and some water for you. "Here." He offered you the water. 

You took it gladly, lifting yourself slightly so you wouldn't spill the water as you drank. The man knelt beside you, wiping against your thighs and cunt gently with the rag. "Look at you." He said gently. "You are such a mess." He put a little kiss on your stomach once he had finished. 

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The Witch’s House Rules

Put your spirits in a bottle or leave them at the front door.

Do not perform any magic without hosts permission.

No negative energy. Only laughter and singing.

Don’t touch the tools or crystals. Appreciate with eyes only.

Respect the fur/feathered/scaled babies of the house!