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heaven on earth (ii)

wednesday addams x fem!reader (mostly gn, only term used is “girl friend”)

summary: your friends-with-benefits situation with wednesday isn’t so friendly anymore, but if you could only uncover your own eyes, you might’ve noticed. wc: 5.5k tags: explicit, MINORS DNI! all characters involved are 18+. kinda ooc wednesday, painfully oblivious reader, bad fluff, fluff to smut, top!reader and bottom!wednesday, semi-public (car) sex, mild blood, biting, mild overstimulation. a/n: not sure how I feel about this lol. special thank you to 🕷️ anon for her ideas and workshopping <3 comments/asks welcome, as always!

read part one here! this can be read standalone, but is intended to be a continuation.

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For the fifth time, Wednesday slapped your thigh to get your attention. “Turn it down.”

You huffed a laugh, and figured it was time. You were playing your ‘obnoxious’ pop playlist, full of mostly Taylor Swift and random Korean bands. It was collaborative with Enid, and likely one of Wednesday’s least favorites. Lowering the volume, you tossed Wednesday your phone.

“Alright, it’s your turn.”

The two of you were driving back from a day trip to a nearby town—actually, you were supposed to be driving back the rest of Enid and Co, also, but while Wednesday was beyond ready to leave, they all wanted to stay and do something called a “holy trinity.” How someone could have so much alcohol in so little time was so bizarre to you, but then Wednesday, of all people, rolled her eyes and downed three shots in just as many minutes, and seemed no worse for wear.

Seemed was the key word there—not a quarter of an hour later, she’d grabbed onto your arm, grip slack, and her eyes were becoming unfocused, roving all over your face only to miss your eyes and tack onto somewhere lower.

You’d coaxed her to eat something after that. Post French fries and buttered bread (she’d kill you after she knew you’d made her eat such unrefined food,) as well as a bottle and a half of water in, she’d mostly walked it off. You figured it was time to get Wednesday home. As far as you knew, the rest of your friends were still out, though you’d made Yoko promise to text you when they were leaving and when they got back. The windows were open in the car; the wind lifted Wednesday’s fringe off her forehead. You glanced over to where she was gingerly operating your phone, punching in letters on Spotify. Your heart twisted.

You didn’t really want to admit that weird feeling you had the first time, and all the rest of the times, you saw Wednesday. It was a sort of jittery one, with a swoop in your stomach, that made you want to prod her into a conversation. You’d gotten quite a bit more than you’d bargained for, from that first fateful kiss in the classroom, to every secret, heady rendezvous after. The last time you two had been intimate—fucked, in your bed—had left an indelible mark, natural as a shadow settled neatly in your chest. The bickering and play fights had only made things worse, and you knew you had to ignore it all, for Wednesday. To keep things the same, because… something’s better than nothing, right?

You supposed that “something” was where you were right now. Being her ‘girl friend,’ with a space in between, sex and unrequited feelings included, was the best place that you could ever be with her. You had those close moments with her that you could cherish, but also that emotional distance that Wednesday undoubtedly wanted. Perfect. Your childlike sentiments were ones that you were likely to carry in your heart, deep down, for fucking forever. They were never going to see the light of day.

Lilting piano filled the car, shoving images of you and Wednesday seated together before the keys into your mind. Your phone dropped back into your lap.

“Nocturne? In E minor.” You blurted out before you could stop yourself.

“I’m surprised you know.”

“Hey!” Indignant, you nearly shot something back that was sure to start one of your bickering matches again, when an unfamiliar sound rang through the car, lovely as the music, but something you’d never heard before.

“Did you just laugh?”

Wednesday’s mumbled denial was covered up by your own laugh, bordering on hysterical as your heart picked itself up and started racing.

“Do not insult me like that,” Wednesday grumbled, rubbing the hem of her sweater between her fingers. “Focus on the road. Dying with you in a car crash is too pathetic to even consider.” Though her words were sharp as always, her even tone had something in it that, if one wasn’t careful, could be mistaken as gentle.

You snorted again, unable to stop laughing. “And if a double decker bus…” you sang, tapping your fingers on the steering wheel. Wednesday’s glare nearly sliced you clean in half, and you were smart for once, shutting up immediately. She wasn’t laughing anymore, and some part of you mourned that.

After Chopin played Liszt, Liebestraum no. 3, and you wondered if Wednesday knew how to queue on Spotify. You followed the winding road up the mountain. You’d be back at Nevermore soon, but selfishly, you didn’t want this to be over. It was an odd time, with no bickering, no siege, no sex, and who could blame you if you were feeling particularly, disgustingly, sentimental? Blame the Liszt.

Turning the car off the road, you pulled into a deserted vista point. Carpe diem, you thought, throwing caution to the wind and the car in park.

“Why have you stopped?”

“Weds, we’re looking at the sunset.”

“I do not need to see it, it happens every day—”

“Oh, come on,” you laughed, unlocking the car doors and stepping out. With the wind whipping around you, blowing your hair every which way, you ducked to peek into the car. “Humor me, I guess. Don’t you feel sorry for me, or something?”

She gave you a pointed look. “I do not.” But she followed you out the car anyway.

Leaning on the hood, you looked out at the scene as she joined you. Spiky evergreens stretched out across the stony slopes, with the last vestiges of snow clinging to the tops. The sun stretched its longing light into the rapidly darkening east behind you, pulling taut the shadows and blanketing everything in an aureate shine.

You glanced over at Wednesday—despite her earlier protest, it seemed as if she was tolerating this. The tension around her brow was gone, and her arms hung relaxed by her sides. The silence wasn’t rare, but it felt reverent anyway. Your heart adored her in her outfit; it was something your mind refused to register. She was in black knee high boots, made of some leather you couldn’t pronounce, an inky dress, flowing in the wind, down to her thighs, and a soft deep gray sweater. There was a sort of bleeding sentiment, beginning to seep into your everyday life, into wondering what Wednesday would think of the book you were reading, imagining her reaction to Bianca’s quip, overthinking her hand clutching your sleeve in the courtyard.

You deliberated, vaguely, what it would be like if you tumbled down the mountainside, into those trees—would the wood be cushioning or bruising? It was a serious consideration, with all that you were feeling. Those damned feelings, ones that Wednesday would undoubtedly scorn, made you kick up the gravel underfoot in frustration.

Beside you, Wednesday cast an uninterested look over you at the noise, silently judging. A beat passed. She grabbed the collar of your shirt, wrinkling it, and pulled you into a bruising kiss.

“I am going in the car. The back seat. Be not afraid.” She retreated, and gave a little smirk, one reserved for the golden light and dark trees.

It was purely unfair, as the blood rushed from your head to pool in your stomach, making your heart work overtime. Stumbling to the back seat, you’d barely sat down before Wednesday reached over to the console and locked the doors. She’d taken off her boots, leaving her legs clad in white socks scrunched around her calves.

She climbed into your lap without preamble, squeezing your hips with her thighs. The car roof meant she had to duck her head just a bit, giving you the perfect opportunity to press your lips to hers. Having Wednesday on top of you was the kind of thing that made your head spin. And spinning you were, down into that deep unending abyss where there was only the smell of hot sugar, pine, and iron.

The Midas touch of the setting sun made Wednesday seem even paler, from her exposed knees to her small hands, glowing like some ethereal being. She kissed you as if she could wrap her teeth around you, like searching for sweetness in the corners of your mouth. Sure enough, there was something about her, a sense of urgency, that threatened to take in all of you.

“This dress is nice,” you murmured, pushing it up her pale thighs, rubbing away the red marks her boots left on her calves. Your hands continued upward, to the light dampness of her inner thighs.

“You said you liked it last time.” Wednesday immediately glanced away, as if she hadn’t meant to say those words. There was a faint flush to her cheeks again, but the two of you were fogging up the car windows.

You ignored the pulsing in your stomach that traitorously screamed she wore this for me? “It’s enchanting,” you said. “Like a witch of the wood.”

You nosed your way into the nape of her neck again, a favorite spot of yours, unable to stop your stupid mouth from running. “I adore it…” You pulled her tighter to your lap, skimming the seam of her underwear at the juncture of her thigh. “Can I touch you, Wednesday?”

“Get on with it,” she said, breathlessly, indulging you with a quick quirk of her lips.

Skimming the back of your hand up between her thighs, you sent your other hand to palm her chest through her dress. You felt her through her panties, the fabric soft and smooth from her slick. Dipping your hand below the waistband, you wasted no time finding her clit. Her breath came down hard—it was her tell, you knew, even when her face remained mostly impassive.

She was sensitive today, back arching with a small gasp as soon as you touched her. Hand shooting past your head, Wednesday grabbed onto the headrest, hard enough for the leather to creak. Her outstretched arm was right next to your head, and you couldn’t resist leaning in to kiss the inside of her elbow.

She sighed, unfurling tendrils of a storm in smooth skies. “You have all of me,” Wednesday said, something soft.

You press a kiss to Wednesday's forehead, equally soft, as you curl your fingers again. “If only, Wednesday,” you said, unthinking.

Wednesday froze, squeezing her other hand on your shoulder hard enough to leave pretty bruises under your collared shirt.

You pulled back, cocking your head. “What is it?”

She furrowed her brow at you, as if she couldn’t believe what she was seeing, then glanced away quickly.

“What’s wrong?” Your fingers traced another circle around her clit.

“Stop asking.” Her voice was firm, but it had a waver in the middle, like she’d almost changed her mind.

“I’ll stop asking,” you whispered, “if you tell me what’s up.” Her eyes were glazed over with a sheen not unlike her slick that coated your fingers, something shiny and sweet.

“You’re hopeless,” she said, not even a second before she clapped her hand over your mouth.

What an Addams wants, an Addams gets, you surmised, blinking quickly. You rubbed your free hand up and down her thigh, trying to soothe her, but she only moved her hand to grip your jaw, her intent the sear of fire through the underbrush.

“I do not like repeating myself,” she said quietly, “so listen closely.” She shifted closer to you on your lap, car leather squeaking, settling on her knees so your nose was in her collar. She reached down and gave you a handkerchief from her pocket. Knowing what she meant, you pulled your fingers from her warmth, feeling a hard lump in your throat. “And make no noise.”

You nodded. She looked wild on top of you, hair mussed from your make out session, the apples of her cheeks a dusty rose.

“Honesty colors me,” she said by way of explanation. “And you talk too much, so this is how it will have to be.” She seemed to think for a moment, biting her lip. Her burgundy lipstick contrasted so starkly with her gray sweater, as if she was the only screaming color in a black and white world. She might hate that, you mused absently. Maybe she was more a whirlpool of the blackest black, sucking in all of the color and light around it so that you had no choice but to be drawn in, to the only real thing you’d ever known.

“You’re stupid,” Wednesday started, matter-of-factly. “Just like everyone else.” You nodded, used to this sort of thing by now. “But your particular brand of stupidity is showing its truth.”

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes, arms automatically going around her waist while you leaned back to look at her. Where she was going with this, you had no idea. You only knew that that whirlpool was making its way closer and closer to you.

“At first, our… arrangement was indeed purely physical.” She paused. “But things have changed, quite drastically. I do believe I’ve reached a… point of no return, but I have since found a balance.”

Wednesday locked her eyes on yours, unflinching. “I give myself to you time and time again-” the words were unfamiliar from her mouth- “yet, you seem to give no indication that you know. ‘If only?’ It’s nearly laughable.” She gave a huff, though her gaze was contemplative. You cocked your head, mind uncomprehending, mouth dry.

“You have my heart, beating or still.” Her words rang quiet in the car. Your own heart started up again, with all the betrayal of a thrumming bass. You tried to push it down, but it didn’t erase the reality of what Wednesday had just said—did Wednesday ever lie? She was good at it, sure, but you’d long learned that Wednesday’s word was her end. “And it appears as though you are completely unaware.”

“Unaware?” You broke her rule, and you could see the tick of annoyance in her eyes. But you plowed on anyway. “Are you saying that you have my—that I don’t know that I have your—that you like me?”

“My devotion is more than that,” Wednesday said casually, “but it may be that you’re unable to handle that at this time.”

Sure enough, you could feel your body informing your mind that you were hyperventilating, Wednesday’s weight on your lap the only thing keeping you from shooting off to Saturn.

“I don’t—” you struggled for your words, the usual wit you showed while bickering with Wednesday, the strategy you’d used to defend Jericho, absolutely nowhere to be seen.

“Need I pull stars from the sky to prove myself to you?” she said, raising an eyebrow in amusement, as if she wasn’t blowing through every poorly stacked defense of yours. It would be just like Wednesday, for every word of hers to be devastating and world shifting. No one knew Wednesday Addams and remained unchanged—that was just the kind of person she was, romantic as murder via blade. Perhaps to her, your wide eyed reaction was enough of a damning confession. “You’ll be the end of me, but what bliss that would be.”

“Um,” you started, eloquently. “You’re… you’re not thinking straight,” you rasped out, mind freezing. You could feel your back stuck to the seat, unyielding. “You’re—”

“If I didn’t know you and your oblivious tendencies, I would think that it is almost insulting of you to doubt me.” She gave a small sniff, chin held high. “You think that just because you do not recognize my words, means that I am not in a right state of mind?”

In one fluid motion, she pressed her forehead to yours, and cradled your face between her two cold hands. Your name felt like salvation from her lips; “believe me, I’m wide awake.”

Your jaw went slack, and you were sure you looked as much a dumbass as you felt.

“I intended for my… vulnerability,” Wednesday’s voice wavers on the word, “to be a sign for you, but either you are just that unobservant, or you are unwilling to admit to what is right before your eyes.”

“I’d never not pick up on something on purpose, Weds.” Your brain was wading through a thick mud, unable to turn at the speed that Wednesday wanted.

“Does that mean that you are willfully disregarding the way I show myself to you?” Finally, in her words, you were able to see the exact vulnerability that she had alluded to.

“No, I’d never, I just… didn’t want to hope,” you said, embarrassed. “Romance isn’t your thing.”

“It’s not,” she replied simply, quietly. “I understand your reservations.” Wednesday’s hands held an imperceptible tremble, but her gaze was strong.

“No—of course I—” your throat tightened, but you felt the weight falling from your shoulders anyway. That was something you recognized. “Of course I like you.”

The silence rang yet again, and Wednesday’s eyes widened, the onyx of them turning warm as molten metal. The exact expression in them was hard to place, but it calmed you, in the wake of speaking aloud something you’d been afraid to admit to yourself.

A thought occurred to you, more clear than any you’d had since Wednesday had opened her mouth. “Even if we’d never—if we never have sex again, I’d still l—like you.”

Despite the way you stumbled into and over your words, Wednesday’s dark eyes on yours grew warm, pupil blurring into iris; the corner of her mouth gave an upwards tick.

“In the cracks of light,” Wednesday whispered, reverent as prayer as her fingertips traced your cheekbone, “I see the heaven on earth I’ve won with you.”

She kissed you then, and you couldn’t hold back any more. It was something like pure relief—though your mind still didn’t quite comprehend Wednesday’s confession (confession!), your heart broke the dam, pulling you down past inhibition. Spiraling to Wednesday’s gravity, it was as natural as breathing to give in.

Wednesday, all knowing as always, must’ve seen the way your resolve broke. She slid her mouth against yours, open and hot, unhurried but eager. The car leather under your thighs was as warm as Wednesday on top of you—not even she was immune to the rays of waning sunlight, it seemed.

“You know,” you muttered, between capturing her lips, “it’s just like you to say all that about moving heaven and earth. Most people just say ‘I like you.’” It wasn’t a complaint by any means; with your hands on her waist, you’d have it no other way.

“As I said, it is more than that.” She took a breath, completely steady and confident, now. “You consume me, completely.”

“And you, I,” you said softly, as if you could do anything but agree to her heady desire. “I’ve got you, Wednesday.”

Her forehead dropped to your shoulder, arms wrapped tight around you. It took a moment for you to realize that in her silence after your words, she was grinding down, near imperceptibly, into your lap.

“Mmm, my love,” you murmured, the significance of the endearment not lost on you, “look at you.” Sliding a hand up her back to her hair, you felt her braids through your fingers. You ran your hands down once more, under her sweater to feel the muscles around her shoulder blades. The heat you felt through her dress from where she was pressed to you, through your trousers, was something out of a darkest dream, unable to be forgotten.

Wednesday leaned up again, eyes sharp as a lance, to brand you with a kiss. She bit your lip, breaking through skin, and you grinned at the pain. It was hard and harsh, comforting like the thin edge of a knife. You felt the blood seeping into the seams of your teeth, rain in scorched earth. Intoxicated, you seemed to float closer into that sweet and dark whirlpool.

“That hurt, Wednesday…” you leaned in, voice dropping. “I wanna…” There was a beat of silence where you could only taste the copper in your mouth, sweet as you knew the slick between her thighs to be. You shifted your grip to her hips, bruising, and the soft little moan Wednesday gave in response spurred you on. “I wanna hurt you.”

You did, helplessly. Of course, you would rain hell on anyone that so much as lifted a finger against Wednesday, but to hold her trust that came with pain—you wanted that from her, to know when she hurt, when she wanted to hurt. Whether it was holding her back from the edge, or flying and dropping together to the bottom, bodies crashing against one another, you wanted it. Like something out of a classical myth, with wings of wax or blood, you would burn and be burned to feel the weightless warmth of that golden light.

There was no hesitation for Wednesday, just a look in her eyes that you’d come to know intimately as hunger. “Hurt me.” Her voice was low, nearly fond, in your ear as her eyes tracked the blood collecting on your lips. She leaned towards you and licked, tongue to your teeth, translucent saliva mixing with the burgundy. “I want it to hurt—I want you to hurt me.”

When she leaned back, her lipstick was stained with your blood, and it made you want to bleed if only she was the one taking it. You leaned your temple to her jawline, eyes burning at the sun through the windshield. Your hands continued once again up her thighs, just as reverent as before. The two of you never could do anything by half—you were always Wednesday’s. Realizing it, speaking it aloud, confessing or not, couldn’t have changed that. Despite that, as you rocked back and kissed the blood off Wednesday, you felt as though you were on your knees, professing everything you were. Giving one last cheeky swipe of your tongue on her lips, you went to tug Wednesday’s panties down. She followed your lead easily, tossing the expensive garment somewhere to the side.

“My sweet girl,” you sighed, something possessive curling in your words. “What would you like?”

“Everything.” There was a devout way about her utterance that had your hands shaking with the desire to fulfill her. “Touch me.”

Crossing one arm around her to clasp the back of her neck, you brought her face close to yours, the tips of your noses brushing.

“Everything? How much can we do with ‘everything’ when you’re so sensitive, angel?” On cue, Wednesday’s eyes slipped shut as you drew a finger along her pussy to find her wet and wanting.

“Don’t you think you should be the one to answer that?” Her voice, bold and challenging, shook up your stomach like champagne. You were completely, utterly ruined before Wednesday Addams, and it was a nearly celestial ruin, so bright and beloved it nearly hurt.

You didn’t hesitate, slipping your finger in and grinding your palm on her clit. You didn’t miss her knees sliding further apart, that elusive grin gracing her face as she tipped her head back. Only her tight hold on your shoulders kept her from falling into your lap. Your mouth tasted of iron, such a contrast to Wednesday’s burnt sugar sweat on your tongue as you licked a stripe up her jaw to bite her earlobe. Drawing every small sigh out, you took your time, curling your fingers the way you knew she liked. You squeezed your hand, heavy where her shoulders met her neck. The jagged breaths she took in response made you crave more, and your stomach burned with contentment when she let you press another finger inside of her.

Wednesday’s half lidded eyes tracked down your neck, hunter to the scent of fear, leaving a shiver in her wake. It was inexplicably easy to discern what she wanted, even as she threaded her hands in your hair, something tingling and distracting.

“Go ahead, I know you want to.” Like blood rushing back into white fingertips, her soft lips were on your neck, undoubtedly leaving a smear of lip stain that you’d have to be chastised to wipe off. Almost as if she’d read your mind, she was sucking at your skin, impatient. Already you could feel the raised welt, and the way her tongue soothed the strain.

“You’re mine,” she breathed out, harsh despite the way she was panting with every twist of your fingers.

“Yeah,” you whispered, the haze of being Wednesday’s blurring your every action. “I’m yours.”

You curled your fingers, and had to bite down a moan as her teeth sank deeper into your neck, a cause and effect that you’d kill for. You swore as she set sight on your jawline, the sweet shock of her hot tongue making you shiver.

“Took you long enough,” she muttered darkly—it seemed she was satisfied with the state of your neck, since you could feel the skin throbbing pleasantly. She leaned back, proffering her own throat.

“I was always yours,” you said easily. “I can just…” you trailed off as your sharp teeth met her skin in the spot you knew she liked, making her cry out, “show you better now.”

Wednesday’s hands tightened in your hair, pulling a broken gasp from your throat. Her smirk, challenging as she took in your reaction, only spurred you on. It was pure selfishness, when you grinned lazily as she tugged. You gave as good as you got, though, each curl of your fingers and shift of your hand had her trembling.

She was close; you could feel it in the uneven cadence of her breath, almost as erratic as yours. Pulling the collar of her sweater aside, you worked your tongue against her jugular, her pulse tempting and honey sweet in your mouth. It was nearly tangible between your teeth, soft and solid, the pounding of her pulse, just milliseconds away from your own.

“C’mon, Wednesday,” you whispered in her ear, “just like that.”

Her breath stuttered, climbing up higher to the returning lump in your throat. It was always a marvel, the way that Wednesday was so incredibly responsive to you, your touch or your words. The hard catch of her lip between her teeth made you grin, and you reached out, tugging it free. You leaned in to kiss her forehead as you slipped your thumb in her mouth instead, your fingers never stopping.

“Wednesday.” She turned her glossy eyes towards you, and it was the closest you’d ever seen her to coming without really falling. “Let go.”

At your words, she gasped, and you could feel her cunt pulse around your fingers as she came. Her teeth bit into your skin and her eyebrows knitted together ever so gently—you loved to watch her come undone. She was all soft moans and flushed cheeks, open in a way that she hardly ever was otherwise. It unfurled something bright and warm in your chest, spreading out into your fingertips. You felt as hazy as she looked, the smell of her spilling into the air and undoubtedly lingering in your chest.

“That’s perfect, love, you’re so good for me.” You shushed her as she panted, eyes unfocused beneath her mussed fringe, but searing into yours. You continued your palm on her clit, holding her tight as her body stuttered. You moved your hand to cup her face, smoothing over unshed tears along her waterline.

“You’re…” Wednesday gave a low groan as you hit that sensitive spot inside of her again, none too gently.

“Yes,” you answered gently. “You’ll tell me if you want me to stop, won’t you?” She nodded, eager, as she pushed her hips into your hand, even though it made her whole body shiver.

“Fuck—”

You hummed in response, feeling her cunt open even easier now that she was impossibly wetter. As you worked a third finger into her, Wednesday’s spine went rigid, a whining, desperate sound you’d never thought you’d hear breaking from her throat. She grabbed your hand, and her palms were damp. Her grip on your wrist was tight, just as much keeping you from progressing as it was keeping you from pulling away. You leaned in by her ear. “Does it hurt?”

She gave a jerky nod, jaw clenched and lips parted. You would turn a storm on its head for those ways that Wednesday strayed from her control, especially when you were the one guiding that meandering path. Pressing the heel of your hand into her clit, you laughed, small and indulgent, as she clung tighter to you, a strained little cry escaping.

“Good girl, Wednesday… you’re taking it so well, aren’t you? You’re taking me so well, darling…” Fisting the front of her sweater in your hand, you pulled her off balance, tugging her close so her lips fell to yours, easy as breathing. Swallowing every single prized whimper that fell from her, you kissed her slow. Wednesday was already sensitive, but this was intense for even her, you could tell. Her breath came shakily against you as you pulled away, having smeared her lipstick to your content. Fingers sliding punishingly against her clit, your laugh rumbled low in your chest as she keened, soft and just a bit pleading.

“Very good, Wednesday, my love,” you coaxed. Her gasp, more like a sob, washed over you in a satisfaction that made you shudder. The slick from her previous orgasm clung to your hand, making it easy to keep up your punishing pace. Her tears shined like sea glass in her lashes, as devout to the cause of ruining her cheeks as the dusk outside was to darkness. You had no idea how much time had passed, only that if she asked, you’d stay right here with her until daylight again.

“I’m—” A whine rose from her throat, and you couldn’t help but smile.

“You can do it, baby-” your thumb circled her clit as your fingers found their way impossibly deeper into Wednesday- “just for me, okay?”

“Okay,” she repeated, mindlessly. This world where Wednesday let herself trust you to take care of her was one you could live in, drown in, make your home in. You raised your hand to the juncture of her neck and jaw, heavy and comforting. Reminded of every time Wednesday had put her hand in that same place on you when you were on your knees in front of her, more intimate than anything, you tugged on her wrist, instantly missing her hold in your hair. Intertwining your fingers together, you held your hands together in between you and Wednesday.

Without a warning, her fingers tightened around yours, so hard that her knuckles turned white. You could see that how hard she came took her by surprise, too—eyes wide open and pupils blown. It was breathtaking, you thought, just how much tension was in her, all tense shoulders and choked cry. Her nails dug into your skin, her grip tethering you from dropping off with her. It stung, and you loved it, the maroon of your blood welling up just enough to smear her fingertips.

Wednesday’s head fell into the nape of your neck, nuzzling like she could find the world’s secrets in your skin. Hand still in hers, you wiped away the smeared burgundy around the corners of her mouth with your thumb pad, fingers lingering.

“That was devious,” she murmured, words blurring around each other.

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” you chuckled. She nodded, somewhat resolutely. You eased your fingers out, tucking them surreptitiously into your mouth. The gesture didn't go unnoticed by Wednesday, but she only narrowed her eyes.

Even in her post-orgasm daze, Wednesday looked dangerous. Her fringe was all over the place, getting caught in her eyelashes, and you could finally attribute the pink in her cheeks to something a little more than the fogged up windows. Surely, this was heaven on earth, having Wednesday with you, steady as planetal orbit. You shifted her to sit sideways in your lap, making sure her knees didn’t burn from the leather. She was watching you, carefully. It was almost as if she was trying to memorize you, the studious way she looked at you, like she was the sole messenger for a world that wasn’t allowed to take you in. It made your heart pound, finally in accordance with your head. You let her take her time in your arms, rubbing her shoulders. The little press of her lips was back, something you had adored for something dangerously similar to ‘forever.’ She seemed content in a way she hardly ever was, the haze in her eyes clearing as she studied you.

“You’ve changed a lot since I met you,” she commented, not unkindly.

You looked down into Wednesday’s face, at the night air drifting through her hair again. You could feel the sting from the little crescent shaped marks that her nails left. It was a warm contrast to her cold hand in yours, clasped between you. “You changed me, Wednesday.”

wednesday: you have bewitched me, mind, body, and soul… i love, i love, i love you.

reader: huh?

a/n cont’d for those brave souls that made it this far: yes, wednesday’s dress has pockets. isn’t that wonderful?

I’m SO BAD at writing fluff. plus, reader is the most unreliable narrator to unreliably narrate. should’ve put “painfully oblivious” as a warning for part one too.

please do not repost, reproduce, copy, translate, or take from my work in any way. thank you!

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slayfics · 1 year ago

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Idk if you do drabble requests but I wanna ask. Katsuki getting resder pads. I can imagine two scenarios for him. Either he was too focused on hero stuff that he gets pads in all sizes, in the brand which reader asked to get. Or, total domestic househusband material. Straught away gets the pad and some snacks and comes home w a proud lil smile saying like how he knows everything about reader 🤩🤩

(Yeah I'm on my period :D)

Katsuki tends to you on your period

500 words~

You scrolled through your phone while watching mindless TV, waiting for Katsuki to return home. He had taken off to the store to grab a few things. Before leaving he had asked you if you needed anything.

To your surprise, he didn’t scrunch his nose up at you or make any snide comments when you asked him to pick up pads. Instead, he just grunted in acknowledgment and made his way out the door.

You half expected a text or call soon from a lost Katsuki in the feminine hygiene aisle completely overwhelmed with which ones to pick out. However- a call never came.

The door creaked open, and you heard the sound of his boots stomping accompanied by the rustling of what sounded to be several grocery bags. Katsuki poked his head into the living room- a devious look on his face.

“Welcome back,” you greeted him apprehensively.

Katsuki made his way to you- grocery bags in hands, “Will this do it for ya’?” he asked, spilling the contents of a few of the bags onto your lap. Multiple packs of pads in all sizes and shapes rained out.

You looked up at his teasing expression and couldn’t help but laugh, “Kats what did you do?!?”

“You didn’t specify so- I got every kind they had,” he explained a harsh laugh escaping him. “Oh wait- I also read some dumb ass article that said to get you snacks too,” he said grabbing another bag and dumping it out once more onto your lap.

Many snacks flopped out, from chocolates, and chips, to sour gummy worms.

“Wait- got these too,” he said emptying another bag on top of you and various stuffed toys flew out. “Need anything else for your period, hm?” He asked and smiled as you proceeded to laugh until your eyes misted.

“You’re ridiculous, you know that?” You stated.

“Yeah, well- told ya I’m the best at everything. Including this.” He said mockingly before his features turned soft, “Seriously though- do you need anything else?” He asked.

“Just you,” you said motioning for him to sit with you. Katsuki made a scene of pushing the stuffed toys, snacks, and pads to the side to make room for himself.

“I love you,” you said kissing his cheek.

“Course you do,” he replied, causing you to slap his arm playfully. “Kidding brat- you know I love you. Wouldn’t do this dumb shit for anyone else,” he said pulling you closer to him and placing a kiss on the top of your head.

Thanks for the request! I hope this is what you were looking for! Just wanted to let everyone else know too incase you haven’t seen- I’ve opened up my requests again but only for some of the MHA boys. You can read more in my pinned post~

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queen-of-reptiles · 1 year ago

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𝙷𝙾𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝙽 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁𝚂

description: lauren and her arsenal player girlfriend go on holiday for their year anniversary and use it as a way to remind everyone why they hold the top spot as fav woso couple

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lauren james x female y/n

disclaimer: I am in no way saying Lauren is gay or bi-sexual - this is strictly a work of fiction

there are not enough blurbs and imagines about lauren so I made some

entirely inspired by @daydreamingleclerc :))

some sexual themes and comments - nothing too bad :)

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Lj10 my girlfriend is hotter than urs 🤷‍♀️👍

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mbrighty04: y/n damnnnnn 🔥🔥

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y/n: it’s all for u captain 😇

Lj10: the fck? 🤨🤨

leahwilliamsonn: shhhh this doesn’t involve you lj

katie_mccabe11: lauren your insta is turning into a y/n fanpage mate …

y/n: tbf mine is the same for her 😝

katie_mccabe11: that’s cause ur a simp 👍

y/n: damnnn grandma learning the kids speech 🥹

katie_mccabe11: you’re only 21 shut up! 😡

username3: SHES SO HOT OMG 😍😍

username4: fuckkkkkkkkk 🔥🔥🔥

username5: 🍑🍑🍑

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Lj10: too many mate

y/n: IT HAD TO BE PERFECT BABY 😠

lucybronze: bet lj didn’t complain too much wth you on top of her tho y/n 😶😶

Lj10: ;)))

stanwaygeorgia: Cuties 🥺

y/n: 😊😌

y/n: alsoooo my girlfriend’s hotter than urs baby 💋

Lj10: liar 🙄

y/n: ik u r but what am i? 🤷‍♀️

Lj10: hottest girl in the world ;)

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play at the hotel bowling alley ✔️

lauren gets hit on by the waitress whose been serving us all night ✔️

lauren reply with asking for another drink for ‘her missus’ ✔️

me not slapping a bitch ✔️

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leahwilliamsonn: ShUt UP 😭

y/n: Wasn’t like we’d been snogging all night either 😠

reece: shoulda slapped her mate 😂

Lj10: don’t start !!

username2: I LOVE REECE AND Y/N’S RELATIONSHIP 🥹🥹🥹

katie_mccabe11: I imagine you were fuming ??! 😡

y/n: nahhh we went and made out in their photo booth and left one of the three print-outs on their cute print wall 💋💋

lucybronze: iconic 😂

username3: don’t be shy - tell us her name 😶😶

keirawalsh: who won ?? 🤨🤨

samanthakerr20: deffo y/n 😭💋

mbrighty04: nahhh lj all the way 👍👍

caitlinfoord: nah y/n has to be ! xx

y/n: It was Caity! 😌😌

Lj10: let you win baby @y/n

y/n: take that back you little shit 😡

Lj10: I’m older and taller love 😂

username4: why would she come onto lauren tho ??? like these two are SO in love ?! 😡

username5: cause lauren’s famous !! 🙄🙄

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reece: how do i bleach my eyes ?? 😭

y/n: i can do it with a spoon if you need? xx

reece: i hate you sm

jbeattie91: Amber would like to say she is stealing all of these poses for us 😝

y/n: YALL WOULD EAT THESE OMG 😫😫

lucybronze: you two 🙄🥺

y/n: luv u too !!

miafishel10: HAWT 🔥

y/n: like you b 😉😗

samanthakerr20: YOU LEFT THAT?

ON THE WALL?

FOR EVERYONE TO SEE?

y/n: nahhh only pictures 2-4 😜

samanthakerr20: you give me gray hairs

k says you guys r cute tho

y/n: omg say hi to her i miss her sm !! 🥺💋

katie_mccabe11: jesus god

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y/n: istg luce imma slap this bitch - SHES ASKED LJ THREE TIMES IF SHE WANTS HELP PUTTING SUNCREAM ON

lucybronze: i kinda want you too, but Keira is saying no to the slap

y/n: UGH fineee

samanthakerr20: THIS IS CHAOS

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ella says mark your territory …

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katie_mccabe11: absolutely gold omg 😶😶

y/n: honestly it was outta pocket 😫

alessiarusso99: omg omg omg

y/n: it was honestly a moment 😭

lucybronze: what a day 😂

y/n: honestly it was a nice day mainly 😜

miafishel10: is the new one nice at least????

y/n: HES FANTASTIC! His name is Sam and he’s showing us his puppy he has with his bf which is adorable and he’s taken some cute pics of me and Laur so look out for them ;))))

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Lj10: Thanks Sammy 👍

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Lj10: our new waiter Sam! Absolute Legend!

y/n: we love sam v much! 😘

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username2: UGH 🔥

username3: ROMANTIC! ❤️❤️

y/n: just would like to point out as cute as these are - lj still wouldn’t play mermaids with me :((((

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Lj10: omg babe 🙄

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ya girl ran out of image allowances on the app - which ngl is stupid!

But lemme what you lot think?? request if you want anything and I’ll do my best xoxox

- Queenie xo

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good pup.

someone posted this submission but something happened and it got deleted.. but i remember what it was so i'll tag the person. @@number1-chainsaw-man-fan hope i didn't do too bad :3

FEATURING- softdom!makima x sub! afab reader.

warnings- fingering, oral (reader receiving), vibrator use, overstimulation, makima calls reader a good pup, no use of y/n, reader calls makima mommy, fondling, nipple play, low key begging if u squint, light slap

you know this is wrong. you know it's wrong to have relations with your superior, you know that it's wrong you enjoy everything about it. you know that you should be writing out a report on your latest mission, but instead you're laying on your boss' desk with her fingers stuffed in your cunt, a bullet vibrator pressed to your clit and her tie around your wrists.

"you're being such a good pup for me, taking my fingers so well.. you're so well behaved aren't you?" she cooed into your ear. "ngnhh.. ms makima.. please.. please let me cum..!'' you sobbed out embarrassingly, your face becoming more flushed as makima started to press down on your sensitive clit and curl her fingers. "will you cum for me baby? can you do that for mommy?" focusing on her words and your pleasure, you feel a heat build in your lower abdomen and your first release hits you. "hah! ms m-makima, fuck fuck ah.. it feels so good!"

"is mommy making you feel good? do you want me to make you cum again with my tongue, hm?" you whined out at the suggestion, "come on my baby, use your words." she whispered into your ear. ''mommy.. nhggh.. please make me cum again with your tongue.. i need to feel your tongue on me so bad..'' you cried out to her, "see? that wasn't so hard, was it? a good pup gets rewarded." she pulls her fingers out of your leaking cunt and raises them towards her mouth, licking all of you off and then spitting you back out onto your cunt.

dipping her head down she licks up your pussy, spreading the mixture of her spit and your cum all over your cunt. makima places her thumb onto your clit and starts rubbing in circles while her tongue dips into your leaking entrance. "m-mommy please d.. hah... don't stop.. it feels so good nhghhnnh..." you sob out. "you taste so good, pup." she tells you. she moves one hand up to pinch your nipple, causing you to let out an embarrassingly loud moan.

makima notices you bite your lip to stifle anymore noises and slaps your clit, making you yelp. "don't hide your noises from me, pup. if you want mommy to make you cum you have to let me hear you, do you understand?" "y-yes ma'am..." she parts your pussy lips with her fingers and works her tongue back onto your sopping cunt.

you weren't sure how many times you've cum at this point, it felt like it'd been hours that makima was lapping away at your poor pussy. every drag of her tongue against your clit made you twitch. when you finally came again, makima lapped up the rest of your juices, placed one last kiss against your clit, and stood up. "i think i'll let you go home now, pup. you look tired. i'm sorry for keeping you for so long sweetheart." she placed a kiss to your lips. you could taste yourself on her tongue.

you knew this was wrong. you knew you'd be back again tomorrow.

#makima #makima smut #dom!makima #sub!reader #dom!character #smut #csm smut #chainsaw man #chainsaw man smut #dom!makima smut #sub!reader smut #puppy sub #request

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thewinter-eden · 7 days ago

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psycho | han jisung (12/20)

12 : he already knew

Pairings: HAN JISUNG x OC | LEE MINHO x 2nd OC

Rating: mature

cross posted on AO3 under the_winter_eden and wattpad under alone-at-last.

Warnings: discussions of murder, torture, rape, pregnancy

psycho masterlist Comment a request to be tagged!

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pov : minho

He wakes up laying on his back, somewhere dark enough to make him question whether or not his eyes are actually open, with a pounding ache in the back of his skull. He hears himself breathing, his own groan as he tries to move against a blinding flash of pain, and then a metallic clinking that definitely didn’t come from him.

The noise sounds from somewhere in the dark in front of him, the source of which he can’t see even though his eyes are starting to adjust.

He pushes himself into an upright sitting position, finding his hands and feet mercifully unrestrained, and scoots as far away from the sound as he can. “Who’s there?” He calls, eyes squinting.

There’s no response. Just more clinking, and the metallic sound of something dragging against cement.

“Who is that?” Minho snaps. “Just say something. I don’t have time for this.”

Somewhere behind him, a door sweeps open, and light slices into the room, illuminating Minho’s knees and the huddled figure of someone chained to the far wall. The man reacts to the light falling over him like its acid burning his skin, and turns and writhes until his face is pressed into his knees, his spine twisting to shield himself.

“Officer Lee,” Lieutenant Seo’s voice booms, heavy footsteps descending a series of steps. “What the hell do you think you’re doing interfering with an FBI investigation?” He’s still out of sight, still headed for Minho’s position, but his obnoxious voice catches the chained man’s attention.

His head pops up, eyes squinting against the light, and he turns, keening, towards the sound.

A chill creeps up Minho’s spine.

The boots have stopped just within his peripheral vision, his superior’s voice still crashing over his senses, but his focus is solely on the pitiful man in front of him.

Cain Roberts.

He’d know that face anywhere.

A fuzzy snapshot slapped onto a wanted poster, slapped onto every solid surface in town, haunting his dreams and stamped on the insides of his eyelids—that face was Cain Roberts’ face, he has no doubt.

He’s secured to the wall with generous lengths of chain, rashes around his wrists and ankles, skin sagging from his bones like it was once filled with gluttonous flesh. His muscles protrude from the folds of skin in slender ropes of tissue that don’t at all speak to the strength of a man who overpowers strong young women.

This man is a ghastly, wrinkled pile of bones and skin, but he is most certainly Cain Roberts.

Minho’s disbelief is cut short by Seo Changbin’s hands hauling him to his feet by his shoulders.

“How many times do you have to be told to stop screwing around with someone else’s case?” The lieutenant fumes, pretending they’re eye to eye when Minho really has a few inches on him. “You’re only lucky that it was an agent that you spoke to. If the real Fred Park had called, you would already be in holding.” He’s turned away from Cain Roberts, jerking the non ranking officer towards the door that he came through, paying no mind to either the man chained to the wall or the apparently fake Fred Park standing in the doorway.

“I swear to god, Lee, one more screw up from you and your badge will never see the light of day again. I hope you’re prepared to be officially reprimanded, because you’ll be lucky if that’s all that happens to you tomorrow.” Lieutenant Seo is still grumbling under his breath.

He’s in a t-shirt and jeans, hair unkempt like he’s just woken up, and his socks don’t match under his loafers. What he’s evidently planned on being an early evening to bed has turned into an intervention with one of his least favorite officers and the FBI, and he’s pissed.

He’s the one who will have to answer to Captain Bang tomorrow, and he’s the one who’s going to get chewed out for getting the attention of the FBI case agent again.

But Minho pulls him back, finally finding his legs. “No, stop.” He jerks around and pins his eyes on the man chained to the wall again. “Sir, that’s Cain Roberts. I don’t understand—what’s going on here?”

Seo’s eyes meet the FBI agent’s and a sigh passes between them.

“Officer Lee, stand down. It’s well past your bedtime. Let’s go.”

“No!” Minho shakes his arm off and yanks himself away. “No, I won’t stand down any more. Do you have any idea what’s going on down there?” He jabs a pointing finger to the floor. “Do you know what’s happening to those girls? And their families have no idea? I won’t stand down anymore.”

“Minho.” Seo Changbin hisses, his face suddenly very close to Minho’s. “If you would get your head out of your fucking ass for a second, you would see what’s happening up here.” It was his turn to jab a finger, this time pointing at Cain Roberts. “That is Cain Roberts. The man has been fucking caught.”

Silence is his only answer, finally.

He breathes a little at the long awaited lack of opposition. “If you had given the FBI team an inch of damn breathing room, if you had held your tongue until freaking tomorrow, you would have learned—along with the rest of the world—that Cain Roberts has been apprehended. That, as we speak, a surveillance team is combing the tunnel to evaluate in anticipation of a rescue team. That, immediately following the surveillance team, a rescue team will be retrieving the girls before morning.”

Minho blinks at him, speechless. Air is rushing in and out of his lungs like he’s only just learned how to breathe. “Tonight?”

“Tonight.” Lieutenant Seo reclaims his grip on Minho’s shoulder, harsh and unforgiving. “Tonight is a good night for those girls, but a bad night for you. The captain had to come back early because of this crap, and guess who you have a meeting with tonight? Come on, lets go.”

Minho allows himself to be forced up the steps and down the lower hallways of The Pink Door. It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter if his gun and badge are taken from him permanently if Cass and the others will be free by morning.

He’ll hand them over without prompting if it means he can be there when they find them.

The phones are ringing off the hook when Lieutenant Seo and Officer Lee march back into the precinct. Captain Bang’s voice can be heard from the front desk, shouting at every unfortunate night shift officer within earshot.

Kim Seungmin is nowhere to be found.

Seo gives Minho a sideways look. “Good job, kid. You will be the most memorable firing in precinct history.”

Minho doesn’t care. He gets away from Changbin in a few long strides and burst through the doors of Captain Bang’s office. “Let me go with the rescue team and I’ll turn in my gun and badge the moment it’s over.”

Captain Bang’s face is a shade of red that Minho has never seen before. He brings both fists down on the desk with such explosive force that a cup of coffee and two case reports fall over the edge. “There are furious parents and brothers and uncles and fucking grandparents burning up my phone lines and you walk in here with a negotiation? I’ll give you one chance to try again, Lee, one chance to appeal to my better angels before I put you in a box.”

Minho hopes it’s a box indicative of handcuffs rather than nails but otherwise gives the warning no thought. “I want to be part of the rescue team. After that, I’m done. You’ll never see me again, I swear.”

The captain pinches the bridge of his nose with a shaking hand, the other rubbing at his neck. His hand pushes his collar aside for a second, showing a glimpse of a scar shining pinkly against the muscle above his shoulder. “Officer Lee you are hereby relieved of duty. Leave your gun and your badge, and hand me your keys. An officer will return any personal belongings from your vehicle to the front desk for you to retrieve on Monday. Please clean out your locker.”

There’s barely restrained rage in his voice, his pulse beating visibly at the artery in his neck.

Minho shakes his head, moving back towards the door, as though staying out of reach will keep him from getting yanked off the force. “Please, Captain, please let me go down there.”

“You will leave your gun and badge,” Bang utters in a terse tone. “On my desk, and you will go home. If you resist, or run off and insert yourself into that team, you will find yourself behind bars, and you won’t see your girlfriend for months. At least this way you can see them once they’re brought to the hospital. Don’t rob yourself of any further opportunities, Minho. Leave your gun and badge.”

He does. He’s fighting himself tooth and nail as he does, but he lifts his badge out of his shirt by the chain it hangs on and unclips his gun from his belt, dropping them both on the abused desk with a careless bang. As much as it’s a knife in his gut, he knows the captain is right. If he gives it all up now, at least he can be there for the rest of it.

He may not be down in the tunnels, pulling her personally from her hell, but he’ll be there in the morning by her hospital bed, and he sure as hell won’t be leaving.

“I’m disappointed in you, Minho.” Captain Bang snaps, sinking down in his chair. “You were one of my brightest, with so much potential. I was gonna have you on the fast track for promotion. I hope you regret this.” He gestures to the bullpen where the phones are still vibrating with sound.

The desk officers can’t answer them fast enough.

Minho turns away from him. He doesn’t want to hear what he’s lost. He doesn’t want to hear the chastisement of his mentor, a man he respected and at one point wished to emulate. He doesn’t regret what he’s done, even if it is of little consequence to Cass’s rescue. He can’t in good conscience align himself with an organization that enabled so much useless suffering. “Have a good evening, Captain Bang.”

He’s already out the door when he hears it.

His captain’s voice, filled with resentment, spitting insults as he makes his exit: “One more stupid girl dies and he has to be a damn hero.”

He pauses, the words rolling around in his head with uncomfortable weight.

One more stupid girl.

When he glances over his shoulder, he catches the moment that Captain Bang’s eyes flick from his fallen coffee mug to lock with his own. He sees a rush of emotions, none of which bring him any measure of comfort.

Surprise, guilt, fear, rage.

One more stupid girl.

Captain Bang stands from his desk, but Minho turns back towards the door and hurries out of the precinct.

One more stupid girl.

As he sprints down the street, headed for downtown, headed for the nightclub at the end of the block, he can only think of one concrete fact.

He never told him about Jackie.

Seungmin is already at The Pink Door when Minho arrives. He’s pacing around the lobby, hovering around the desk phone as though he’s waiting for a call, but he abandons his route as soon as Minho comes bursting through the doors. “Where have you been? I’ve been calling your desk all night—when nobody knew where you were I headed over here to see if you were still talking to the Parks because there’s no way you would have gone on a rescue mission alone, but I got here and these people have obviously never spoken to you,” Seungmin gestures over his shoulder where a middle aged man and woman are sitting in the empty clubroom, hunched over a table, weeping in each other’s arms.

Minho’s gasping, panting from the exertion of his run, gripping Seungmin’s arms like a lifeline. Thoughts of the fake Fred Park from earlier invade all of the other pressing thoughts on his mind and he gives the couple another look.

But they’re real—they’re sobbing with a passion that only parents can muster, unlike the probing ambivalence of the FBI agent he spoke to the first time. And when they lift their heads slightly to speak to each other, to wipe each others tears, he sees features that he’s seen before. The mother’s brow bone, the father’s nose, her lips and his round cheeks—he’s seen Anna’s missing persons poster enough to recognize her parents in a crowd. She looks just like them.

“Dude,” Seungmin is saying, irritated. “Where have you been? Why are you so dirty? What happened to your head?” He rubs a hand roughly through Minho’s hair and comes back with blood. All annoyance falls from his face. “Dude, were you kidnapped?”

Minho clamps his hands down on Seungmin’s biceps. “Bang’s involved.”

There’s no audible response, just blank confusion.

“Bang’s involved.” Minho says again, and starts dragging his partner towards the front doors. “Captain Bang is involved with Cain Roberts.” He explains to the flabbergasted younger man as they run down the street towards the university. He explains how he first arrived and spoke to who he thought was Fred Park, but was allegedly actually an undercover FBI agent, planted to keep an eye on the nightclub. How the agent took him directly down to the tunnel entrance and then assaulted him before he could call for backup, which was a very dubious thing for an FBI agent to do to a police officer.

He explains how he woke up in a storeroom in the basement, where he found Cain Roberts chained to the wall. But not Cain Roberts, it couldn’t have been. Just like he’d noticed from the first moment he laid eyes on him, that man could never overpower twenty-three healthy young women, nor even control them in their weakness. He was emaciated, strung out, kept on retainer to catch the blame when the time was right.

He’s a model for a wanted poster, nothing more.

Finally, he explains Seo Changbin’s story, and the words he heard Bang say. “I swear I didn’t tell him about Jackie, Seungmin. He already knew.”

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midnightsmusings · 1 month ago

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Another chapter?? Instead of studying for finals??? Yep. (I'm also knee deep in more of that Bar! AU I posted earlier I'm so shocked how much people liked it I'll post more soon!)

Secret plant dad Simon makes an appearance!! *slaps his mask* you can fit so many tropes into this big guy.

-Chapter 3 Lavender and poison mushrooms

CW: none

Simon groaned lifting his arm up, twisting and stretching the sore muscles with a wince as they popped. He glared up at the wide window above him, birds ceaselessly chirping outside of it. He had half a mind to grab the gun under his pillow, if it wasn't for the head resting on his other arm effectively trapping it.

His gaze softened now as he looked down, Johnny's mouth slightly open as his breaths came out in soft puffs. Head resting fully on Simon's bicep and using it as a pillow, arms wrapped around his waist tightly. Simon used to struggle with his partner's tendency to end up fully on top of him throughout the night. The suffocating feeling would send him into a nightmare spiral, the constriction reminding him too much of a closed in coffin.

He almost broke Johnny's nose during a particularly bad night back on base. It was after a botched mission and he ended up elbowing Johnny's face to get him off as soon as he was woken by the sensation of not being able to move, to breathe.

Simon fondly remembers the man's whining when he didn't let him stay the night for a week after, too worried about his safety. Now it was simply a minor itch under his skin that was easily ignored.

They had one pillow currently, a flat raggedy thing Simon found in a closet and declared his along with a lone blanket. It had a few holes throughout but was otherwise useable. Along with a sleeping bag stowed away in the truck that Johnny was currently hogging they both fell asleep quickly.

Their bodies were more than accustomed to sleeping on hard surfaces with no support, yet it never eased the aches that came after. Some even persisted for weeks.

Last night Simon took one look at the closed off bedroom and promptly turned around, easily settling on the hardwood floor in the living area. With the creeping unease at having an unexpected neighbor still in his mind he preferred the more open space. Johnny, ever the sap, wouldn't leave him out there alone but had more to say about it.

Groaning louder he sat up fully, letting Johnny's head fall off his arm and onto the ground with a thud. He smirked as the Scott woke with loud swears, hand rubbing his head.

"We're going shopping" Simon said in lieu of an apology as he saw the wince on the other man's face when he sat up and stretched, back popping from the odd angle and unforgiving flooring.

"Aye LT, canne argue tha" Johnny murmured his voice still thick with sleep as he rubbed his eyes, a small yawn leaving his lips. Simon knew he should reprimand the man for still using his title, but he never did. Old habits and all that.

Looking over Simon chuckled, seeing on his cheek an imprint of his dog tags. Humming he reached out stroked it with his thumb, pressing into the reddened skin softly.

"Go on get a shower, I'll put on some tea" Simon grunts shoving the brunettes face away when he leaned over for a kiss. A halfhearted grumble left Johnny's mouth before he stood stretching with another groan, sweatpants hanging low on his hips. Simon barely resisted dragging him back down at the sight but they had things to do today so instead he focused on getting up himself.

"Fuckn brits" Johnny muttered in response to the mention of tea before turning and heading down the hall towards the guest bathroom, leaving Simon with the large master shower.

"Oi what was that?" Simon calls voice sharp and eyes following his retreat, admiring Johnny's strong back and the flex of his muscles as he raised a dismissive hand and waved it in Simon's direction.

"Said I love ya to bits" Johnny called back, unconvincing as he quickly disappeared around the corner. With one last glare at the window as the birds start up again Simon headed for his own quick shower.

Only a few moments later Simon was in the kitchen now feeling calmer after washing up. Knowing Johnny likes to take his time in the shower he decides to take his tea and check if the porch needs any repairs. Walking out he feels his tense shoulders relax further, appreciating familiar coldness.

Sipping the hot tea he stomps his boot down heavily on different areas of the porch to test the boards. The wood was a natural dark kind and it seemed sturdy enough with no warping despite the rain he's sure this area often gets. Simon figured it would hold up for a while longer and didn't need to worry about it, instead turning his attention to how much room there was.

He took a second sip, pausing when he heard cursing through the trees. He ignored it much preferring to pretend the woman simply wasn't just through the trees next to them and started thinking what sorts of furniture he could fit out here. He was considering tying his hand at building something, maybe a porch swing, but didn't want to bring it up to Johnny yet. He figured the man would want to buy all new anyways.

Another string of frustrated words sounded in the air and Simon sighed heavily, setting his mug down on the porch railing and making his way down the stairs. He quickly slipped on a medical mask he had in his pocket as he approached her driveway.

"Don't die this time you purple assholes" Wren grumbled, stabbing the sharp end of her shovel into the dirt around a plant. Simon squinted, standing at the edge of her drive and shoved his hands into his hoody pocket, feeling exposed with just the small mask.

"That lavender?" He asked, cursing Johnny for getting into his head about her, wishing he just went inside instead of searching out the source of her complaints.

Her saw her jump, clearly startled as the shovel dropped out of her hands. He smirked enjoying that he could still live up to the ghost moniker despite leaving that name behind when he retired.

"You're sneaky for being so big!" She chuckled, relaxing when she saw it was just him. The reaction, immediate ease, at seeing it was Simon was new and he felt that tightness grow in his chest again making him frown behind his mask.

"Lavender yeah" she sighed, motioning to the half planted flower with a dirt covered hand.

"Pesky thing died last time I tried to plant it, got a brand new one because I just don't know when to give up" she continued, giving him a look he refused to acknowledge.

He assumed that was her hinting at not giving up on wanting to get to know them. He didn't comment and just silently watched as she picked up the shovel again. He could see the curiosity in her gaze but it never lingered on his mask and she has yet to pry about it. Simon figured she was tolerable, for now.

"Hm, you should build up a mound then plant it" he said, deep voice loud in the quiet morning. He looked over the area she planted it in, flat and packed looking dirt meant the drainage wouldn't be enough for the roots.

He saw her raise her eyebrows, a smirk curling on her lips that made him want to turn and head back inside. He knew Johnny would yell at him if he gave up so quick though so he stayed and tried to act like he was capable of small talk.

"So he's a gardener.." Wren murmured, smile growing big at this new information.

Simon felt his shoulders tensing again as she leaned closer, arm braced on the top of the shovel letting it take her weight. It was another chilly morning so she had a large sweatshirt on that dwarfed her body yet she wore tight leggings which he absolutely did not look at.

"Don't seem like the flower type..bet you got poisonous mushrooms growing huh?" She said gently teasing, seeming to test how far she could push the man on only their second meeting.

Simon feels his skin start to itch under her gaze yet he admired her boldness. He still felt like her inquisitive eyes could see right into his mind and his hands clasped each other tight in his hoodie pocket as he gave her a flat look.

"Let's hope you never have to find out."

Before she could respond, another teasing comment Simon was sure by her laugh, he heard Johnny calling his name from their house. The man's footsteps stopped just behind him as he rounded the corner to Wren's property.

"Morning hen, big guy not bugging ya is he?" Johnny greeted her, smile wide despite the quick inquisitive glance he shot Simon noticing his tense posture.

"Ah never, actually being helpful" she responds stepping closer to them now and gesturing to the lavender by her porch.

"Did you know your man's a secret gardener John?" She says, eyes dancing over the two, searching for what Simon didn't know. He just sighed wanting to leave and be done with this yet Johnny's strong grip on his shoulder forced him to stay put.

"Aye? He's full of surprises this one" Johnny responds, smile brighter now as she refers to Simon as his.

Perhaps it was her way of letting them know she was accepting of their obvious relationship, but Simon couldn't care either way.

"We're heading out now" Simon says curtly, grabbing the keys that were dangling out of Johnny's free hand before pausing.

"Need anything?" He asks Wren his tone forcefully less irritated sounding, feeling the hand on his shoulder tighten in surprise.

This was an olive branch, albeit a small breakable one, showing he was making an effort for his partners sake. He wanted Johnny to have a friend. The man was too social for this secluded living Simon dragged him into.

The woman's smile turns soft as she shakes her head, seeming to understand this was more than just a simple offer from the aloof man.

"Sweet of you Riley but I'm all set" she replies with an appreciative nod.

"Good luck out there, it's farmers market day so gonna be busy" she adds, waving them off before turning and starting to dig around the lavender, taking Simon's advice.

The two men silently walk back to their driveway, Simon sighing heavily at Johnny's sad attempt to keep all the questions in. He was practically vibrating with the effort.

"Go ahead Johnny, get it all out" Simon said, turning as they paused in front of the truck. He reached up letting his hand card through Johnny's still damp hair, gripping it. Johnny barely reacted besides a small quirk of his lips at the motion.

Simon liked the grown out Mohawk, thought it suited the man more than the buzzed sides did. Besides, gave him more opportunity to tug him around by the strands. But he kept that to himself.

"What were you two talkin about? Did she like ye? And gardening? I kenned you were hiding something Si. What abo-" Johnny's excited rambling stopped short when Simon tugged at his hair.

"Nothing really, I hope not, and I hide lots from you MacTavish" Simon responded to each question easily.

Johnny laughed at his last answer, tugging Simon's mask down and stroking his favorite scar, one long line carving right through the left side of his lips.

It started mid cheek, curving due to what Johnny could only assume was a wickedly shaped knife. Closing the distance between them he pressed a chaste kiss to the scarred lips, letting the rest of his questions go unsaid knowing better than to push Simon too fast.

"Shopping then?" Johnny smiles as Simon lets go of his hair. He steps back, snatching the truck keys from Simon's hand quickly wanting to actually make it to the store alive.

Simon just rolls his eyes at his partner thinking he was sneaky, following the eager man with one last sigh.

Simon knew he was eventually going to get talked into checking out the farmers market.

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toxxtt-kotlc · 1 year ago

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Hello! If I may, would you be amenable to expanding on your "most of you are kinda racist" tag? I do have an idea of what you're referring to with characterization for character of color, and there have been several posts about that in the fandom in the past, but I wanted to ask for clarity to know what you, specifically, have noticed. To be aware of what's happening, talk about it, correct mindsets and actions if needed

Of course, you don't have to answer and can just delete this if you'd like. No pressure. Hope you have a good day :)

hi! mostly i was referring to characterizations of the song twins and wylie and maruca. obviously posts about the issues with linh and tam have been made many times before. for the most part i think that problems with the song twins come from canon itself, but i think people in general need to be more conscientious when looking at their characters and the stereotypes that are already in them :)

and for wylie and maruca, i can't really speak on stereotypes and biases that the fandom has for them as a non-black person, but i just feel like they get put aside by the fandom a lot despite being major characters (wylie in particular)

i really feel like wylie should be an incredibly popular character in this fandom. i mean, he's just got so much... angst about him. you guys love angst. i feel like people take what makes his character so interesting and the hurt and loss that comes with him and just slap it onto another non-black character.

obviously not everyone has to be in love with wylie. but i think the reason such a hurt-and-comfort fic generating machine is ignored so much is because as a black male, he's automatically viewed as more masculine than other characters. therefore he can't be the fandom's "boohoo sad wet sopping cat" character like fitz or keefe, even though HE IS LITERALLY THE DEFINITION OF SOPPING WET SAD GOT KIDNAPPED AND TORTURED DEAD MOM FUCKED DAD WHAT ELSE DO YOU GUYS WANT FROM HIM!!!!!!!!

anyways i wish this was more eloquent but i just wrote this really quick!! these are really specific examples but i don't know how to put the general overall racism that i see into words... i'll work on that!! i also don't know how to explain the issues with fanon maruca that i see so

tldr: the song twin's characters have pretty obvious bias and stereotypes that the fandom needs to be more aware of, wylie isn't popular despite his sad cat-ness because black men are seen as more masculine, maruca's characterization makes me uncomfortable in general but idk how to explain it

please tell me if anything i said was wrong or hurtful! i am not black so you should always listen to black people before me. also i am probably biased as a die-hard wylie fan so take anything i say with a grain of salt :) would love to hear other people's opinions on this!

*also, put this in the tags but i feel like its important to say here too: sad sopping wet meow meow wylie is NOT a good interpretation/characterization its pretty shallow but he still should be getting the same treatment as other characters

#yeah wylie was kinda a dick to sophie SO WAS LITERALLY EVERY OTEHR CHARACTER!!!!!!!#obviously fitz and keefe have their own traumas but i feel like wylie should be on the same level as them #also yeah sad cat wylie is not a good characterization. neither is sad cat fitz or sad cat keefe he should still get that treatment #toe talks #oh and i have stuff to say abt the prentice/tiergan ship too but i have geniunely no idea how to put it into words sorry

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mioyeo · 2 years ago

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8 makes 1 Team

No matter how different, without one of us there is no 8 makes 1 Team

Synopsis : In which 8 boys build a friendship despise of their differences with the help of a psychiatrist

Pairing : psychiatrist! Reader x Ateez (for now )

Warnings : this chapter includes mentions of , depression , crying , yelling , break downs, slapping , secrets being revealed, influential parents , threatening , talks of suicide, arguing , overworking, please tell me if I forget something , and I’m not romanticizing disorders in anyway and this is pure fiction meaning this doesn’t represent Ateez or their families in any type of way

For every new chapter I’ll place this (🟢) beside it in the masterlist so you guys know that the chapter is new and was posted recently

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Word count : 1,5k

San’s backstory

Evening sky deepened into blue and purple as the wind swayed together with the leaves leaving a calm but breezy feeling against his skin

He had just finished his night self-learning classes and was on the way home

The thing is San didn't want to go home yet , he never wanted to return home and have to hear his dad's rambling about his business meetings

Or his parents praising his sister for being a top student and winning all sorts of awards

The boy was tired already, not only were his parents pushy but everyone and everything was to much for him to handle

His mental health hasn't been improving like how he wanted too , and it wasn't easier to get it to improve with many people expecting him to follow their commands

Crying at night to relieve stress wasn't a thing anymore , after being giving a lecture of how he didn't have the right to cry if everything is being provided to him without hesitation by his parents

Never understood why crying and feeling down was basically taboo in his household , he admitted to being weak sometimes but in the eyes of others it was seen as unacceptable

You can't always expect someone to be always on their best , there a good days just as there are bad days

It's been a long time he's been depressed, nobody knew but himself about his condition

He even had a therapist that he had sessions with secretly behind his parents backs

They'd faint if they found out that their so perfect son was crumbling onto pieces each day , having unpleasant thoughts he didn't wish to have

Grabbing the keys he unlocked the front door seeing everyone at the dinner table enjoying themselves chitchatting

" Ah San you're home , how was school? "

His mother asked without even looking at him making him feel invisible in his own house

" I-It was alright "

He removed his shoes and made his way toward his room but was stopped

" Your sister won a award today for the math championship that was held at your school why didn't you participate? "

Unpleasant stares fixed themselves on him

" It was for the advanced class and I'm not advanced in the math area "

" You should've tried, your sister always gets awards for things while your useless sel-"

" Honey , let him be "

San's dad scoffed as he set his utensils down

" How his he going to take care of the family business if he's useless ?! "

" But he's still just a kid honey "

His mom tried calming down her husband that grew angrier the more he looked at his son

" Haneul started since she was little ! There is no exception for him ! "

The boy teared up as he stood there in his uniform listening as his dad badmouthed him

" I-I'm sorry , but I don't want to be like her , all she does is study all the time and it's tiring "

" How will you get successful one day if you don’t work for it ?”

A loud banging against the table was heard

" I want to be able to enjoy my own life and not be bossed around like Haneul "

He teared up looking into his moms eyes who looked away

" I didn't raise you to do some silly job , you will never archive something in life that way ! "

A glass got thrown towards San making him dodge it in shock

" Honey ! Stop this nonsense "

"Dad , leave him alone he'll study I'll help him "

Haneul stuttered rushing towards her brother that clutched his shirt crying

" He's a disgrace! how will I ever trust yo-"

" I don't want to be fucking trusted with something I don't even want to do Dad ! I can't take it anymore seeing your face every day and having to hear this bullshit you call discipline!"

San yelled cutting off his Dad that widened his eyes since he never expected him to yell

" I'm fucking tired of you Dad , I'm depressed and your not helping my mental health the slightest! all you talk about is your dumb ass business that Haneul doesn't even want to take over as well ! Your egoism is making me sick "

" Look how your talking to me boy ! "

" I won't ! , I'm tired I wish I could've jumped from that building that night but I'm weak like you said I'm that dumb useless child right ? "

Tears burned the boys eyes as his Dad stood up angrily

" But do you know who's the useless one between us Dad ? It's you your weak an- "

" I told you to watch the way your speaking to me boy I'm your Dad ! "

His dad charged towards him landing a hard slap across his face

" Dad ? do you call yourself that ? "

San held his throbbing cheek chuckling

" You're just a sad nobody that takes out his anger on his children because they don't seem to keep up with his stupid morals and standards! "

His sister sobbed silently as her mom looked at her

" You make me sick ! Don't you see that everyone else here is tired of you ? Especially mom and haneul who have been keeping up to you like hungry dogs "

" San honey let's stop ok ? "

His mom tried calming him down but was brushed off him

" I don't want to play the little obedient boy anymore I'm done with this game "

" You must have been out of your mind "

" Yeah I'm out of my mind , I'm mentally unstable because of the type of a Dad I have "

The boy laughed and clapped his hands

" I wish I could've jumped that day and give your little business buddies a show on your birthday , how would the news be I ask myself "

" San stop it please "

" The Son of Choi enterprise jumps from roof because of his Dad , doesn't that sound amazing ? "

" Choi San I'm warning you "

" Maybe I'll jump today to ease your pockets about my education since I'm such a failure right ? "

His Dad grabbed him forcefully and shook him

" Honey let him go ! "

His mom teared up while his sister stood up and grabbed San

" Why are you doing this ! I told you I'd handle Dad so you can get out of this "

“ You didn’t handle anything, you just sat there and watched me crumble in his hands "

A harsh slap was landed on his face making everyone look at her as she cried uncontrollably

" Enough San , you will go get help I'm tired to clean after your mess I have my own issues "

The younger laughed and composed himself

" Oh you mean Dad's rival son you've been sneaking around with ? And that you got k- "

" Don't you dare "

She looked at him in disbelief as he approached her again

" Why don't you tell them that their little princess got knocked up and has been threatening me to keep it a secret huh ? Oops now they know "

" Haneul , what is he talking about ? "

“ Yeah Haneul what am I talking about , want me to show them ? ”

San scoffed and went upstairs towards his room as she yelled after him

“ Why are you doing this to me ? ”

“ What is going on here ?! "

Their Dad entered San’s room looking at him as he retrieved a box from his closet before dumping everything on the floor

“ As you guys can see with the both healthy eyes you guys have , Haneul is pregnant "

“ Tell me this is not true ”

His mother trembled in disbelief as she eyed the tests , sonograms and baby shoes on the floor

“ Not only that but when you guys went on business trips , she used to drug me so I could sleep while she threw a huge ass party here at home "

Haneul clenched her teeth as angry tears left her eyes

“ Is it true ? Is what San is saying true ! ”

“ N-No Dad he’s just making bad jokes , tell him it’s not true San ”

She approached the younger as she pleaded with her eyes for him to reconsider

“ You know I’m tired of repeating the same cycle everyday, I’m tired off feeling empty every single time and moment , I just want to be away from you guys a hot minute without having to worry about anything other than myself ”

Everyone looked at him as he pulled up his shirt showing bruises

“ This is what is been done to me because I’m weak , lock me up somewhere or put me in a mental hospital for all I care I just want to be away from you guys I’m tired I can’t anymore "

He fell to his knees begging

“ Please I’m begging you mom "

Mr Choi looked around in disbelief as he clenched his jaw before pointing at his son

“ I’m telling you this , if I put you in a mental hospital you will never be seen as my son again do you understand ? don’t talk to me , don’t even call me the word dad anymore because I didn’t raise a wimpy child in my house mark my words "

His mom teared up following after her husband that shed tears of frustration

“ I despise you , I hope you rot in there ”

Haneul slammed his door leaving him all alone to himself again , but this time with no one to lean on

#ateez #ateez angst #ateez atiny #ateez fluff #ateez hongjoong #ateez imagines #ateez jongho #ateez mingi #ateez san #ateez seonghwa #ateez wooyoung #ateez yeosang #ateez yunho #ateez x reader #angst

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fertilize-my-eggs · 7 months ago

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Lusting after you ch.11

Broken toy getting repaired.

Ch.1 ch.2 ch.3 ch.4 ch.5 ch.6 ch.7 ch.8 ch.9 ch.10 ch.12 A03

A/N: triggered warning: this chapter get heavy noncon and next chapter will have a gangbang so I suggest you don't read the future chapter, you have been warned. Every chapter will be posted on Thursday ❤️

Reader’s pov

“ fuck fuck fuck…. ”

Shigaraki and toga were the worst due last night, toga would bruise my skin by using whips while shigaraki was having intercourse with me. I don't remember how many times he came inside of it, they recorded every single detail until the camera died out.

This morning tomura was having sex with me, I was laying there while my butt was upwards as he pounded into my abused pussy.

I can feel his tips bruising my cervix as I cry for more, my brain feels so mushy and couldn't think straight with his cock and him.

“ you're a good girl baby~ such a slutty whore taking my cock. ” I feel his hand on my neck as he laughs at me, he mocks coo at me.

“ I'm y-yours.. ahh ” I roll my eyes back as I feel my orgasm coming near.

“ yours!!! Tomura Shigaraki makes me feel good~ ” I scream out as he laughs at my pitiful cries.

He chuckles as he holds my shoulders tight, he says.” go on baby, come for me~ I'll give you your reward soon~ ” I sob out his name as I start to orgasm, my toes curl in as I arch my back.

“ yeah~ fuck yeah!! Come on my cock slut~! ” I feel him slap my ass as he goes harder and faster inside of me.

I can feel his thumb rubbing on my asshole as I cry out.” maybe later we're try to play your other hole but next time sweetie~ ”

Tomura groans out, filling my pussy up with his cum as I collapse onto the dirty sheets.

“ I have a special gift for youuuu~ ” I pant softly as I turn my head towards Tomura, he gets away as he goes to his closet, he grabs a small box that has pretty pink ribbon wrapped around the box, it was dark pink paper wrapped as well.

I slowly get up as he gave me the gift, he smirk devilish as I open the box.

“ Since the camera is fully charged this morning, how about I get to show you off to everyone who works at my bar. ” I unwrapped the paper inside as I saw a pink collar, it was a choker but it had two tags.

One is shaped like a heart while the other is shaped like a dog bone, I read the tags.

“ tomura's pretty princess. ” on the heart.

“ shigaraki’s slutty puppy. ” on the dog bone.

I look at the collar as it has tiny spikes and small pink diamonds around it as Tomura grabs the choker.

“ Once you wear this, you'll never take it off. Do you understand me pet? ” I nodded my head letting tomura put the collar on.

“ Will I take it off while I shower or sleep? ” he raises his brow at me as I pout.

“ I don't want to feel uncomfortable while sleeping…. Or have it ruined master. ” tomura smirks as he plays with my hair.

“ I'll allow that but you'll wear it everyday, understand? ”

“ yes… I understand master~. ” his mood changed drastically as he clapped his hands together.

“ great!! I'll have you wear an outfit to show everyone how pretty you look.~ ”

I watch Shigaraki quickly get the items, it's fake white dogs ears and tail, tomura hold the tail part but has a metal bud at the end as he smirks at you.

“ You'll be dressing up as a cute high school puppy for me.~ put this on and no panties because you have to wear your cute tail." Shigaraki starts to dress you up.

Once you're dressed, he pushes the butt plug into your asshole as you sob softly, he roughly pushes you downward onto your hand and knees.

He goes to his knee as he puts a leash onto your collar. He grabs the camera close by as he look down at you.

“ Come on puppy~ we're gonna show everyone how beautiful you look. ” he tugs the leash as you crawl behind him, the door open and closed.

I look downward in shame as Tomura opens the door to the entrance of the bar.

I hear a few gasps and laughter echoes into the bar as he shows off his new prize…

“ awww she's so cute in that school girl outfit tomura-kun!! That was a great pick that you got yesterday. ” Himiko giggles joyfully as she skips towards you.

Shigaraki puffs out his chest with pride as he chuckles.

“ yeah, I've been training on this puppy for days, she's an obedient little thing isn't that right puppy? ” You nod your head as you feel a bit terrified of a man coming near you, his skin looks burnt and he barely has hair as he chuckles at you with blue eyes.

“ hey boss, I'll pay you for that fat puppy.~ I can see why you're obsessed with her. ” tomura tilts his head as he thinks, he puts a hand on chin.

“ I'll get that cop keigo along too for a double payment just think about it, we can have more fun time with you and her~ ” a cop?? That means I can get saved from him, I blink a few times as I watch tomura look at him.

“ mhmm that would be fun.. I'll think about it, I'm still training her to be more loyal, I don't trust her yet. ” I pout my lips as I wag my tail, shigaraki coo at you.

“ kurogiri record us, I want this to be special.~ ” the man bowed his head as he grabs the camera to record the situation.

“ Puppy, can you do tricks? I'll give you a nice treat if you do it for me.~ ” I nod my head fast as he laughs at me.

“ speak!! ” I began to bark as he pet my head.

“ lay down. ” I hear people around me laughing and mocking my behavior as I feel embarrassed by this.

I lay on my stomach as I looked up at shigaraki.

“ Now arch your back and raise your ass for me, yeah? ” I obeyed as I didn't want him to get upset.

“ good girl~ such an obedient puppy there your treat. ” I saw him go around behind me as I soon realized what happened.

He unzips his pants as he pulls his cock out, to shove it inside of me, I cry out.

This is mess up, I thought to myself as I feel him grip my leash as he begins to have sex in front of everyone, I sobbing uncontrollably as I choke out my moan.

“ Dammm, handyman didn't know you're a freak like that. Yeah.~ teach that dumb bitch a lesson. ” I feel tomura pull my shirt upwards as my titties pop into view and the camera can be seen in my view as I whimper out.

“ ahhh~ fuck so tight, I know I know puppy~ you'll get it soon I'll promise you.~ ” I hate it there, I hate everyone and this happened to me.

Toga comes towards me as she begins to pinch at my nipples harshly as I watch dabi pull out his cock as he begins to masturbate.

Shigaraki leans in to lick my ear.” see puppy.~ they love you and want a piece of you.” he growls heavily as he pounded into my pussy harshly feeling his tip hitting my womb fast and eager.

I roll my eyes back as I pant heavily.

I see a blonde man coming towards us as he drops to his knees to suck on my right breast, I cry out.

Kurogiri put the camera closer and caught the details.

“ we're should have a gangbang boss.~ we'll pay for it and we'll get to play with her please? Fuck! I wanna fuck her pussy so bad.” I hear him mumble around my nipples as Tomura sighs.

“ shit~! After I give her a mean creampie then you guys will have fun with her.~ ” I blink a few times in horror… huh? There is no way.

Toga gasps out as she giggles.” really? I get to play with her some more?? You're the best boss~ ” please someone save me from this, I would be happy.

I moan out as Tomura grabs my hips as he roughly thrust into your abuse pussy, I feel like I'm going to faint.

“ I want to eat her pussy!! No, I bet that shit stinks. ” I feel deeply disturbed by this blonde man and his moody personality.

The man masturbating groaned.” I want a piece of her pussy, piss off jin. ” I hear him whimper as he plays with my breasts.

“ ugh you boys are so annoying-..”

“ Everyone shut the hell up, I'm getting close and you guys are making my dick go soft. ” shigaraki growl as he pounded into me faster and harder as he stared at everyone.

“ When I'm done with her, first come first serve so I don't wanna hear any complaints from my group. "It was silent as they all patiently waited for Tomura to finish. I can see their eyes, each one was lustful and hungry as they were like a group of wolves waiting for their meal next to devour a little lamb that you.

Shigaraki growls heavily as he reaches his orgasm, I begin to feel panicked… no no nooo don't stop, I don't want this to happen, I don't know if I can handle a group of people at the same time shit…

Tomura thrust his hips fast and deep inside fucking his cum into your womb as you cry out his name.

“ alright y'all can have her.~ ”

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