#reader is a big ole brat

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‘ BIG OLE FREAK !! ★

𝜗℘ feat. toji, gojo, nanami, geto, choso, sukuna. whipped jujutsu kaisen men who can’t last a second without you or your puśsy.

cw. fem! reader, unprotected, overstim, pussydrunk men, dumbification, ōral (f! receiving) messy eating, car sēx (geto), slight dom choso, manhandling, boob fondling, size kinks, brēeding, phone sēx (toji), fıngering, premature ejac, impact play, dirty talk, praise.

an. thank you megan thee stallion

☆ GOJO: “HE THROW A FIT WHEN I LEAVE HIM.”

“but babyyy,” satoru pouts, pink rumpled lips curling up into a frown once you start to moderater slow your hips down. “hmph. missed you all day today,” and you moan, feeling his hot breath aerate into the inner junction of your neck. he’s so touchy, he’s got two open hands pasted to your active torso as you’re being fucked dumb. as you’re bouncing on his cock, that same canorous drawn out moan that rips from your throat never fails to sound like a harmony. “fuck, don’t go. don’t leave yet. ‘m not done with my pretty girls.”

and as he babbles his pleads for you to stay a bit longer, his hands creep toward your neglected breasts. his ‘girls’ being you and your tits. so rounded and plump. your nipples were all perky and aroused. he just had to skim a fat thumb near your sensitive nubs. as you’re leisurely riding him in reverse, you let off another moan once his reddened tip thrashes repeatedly against your achy clit. “toru, ngh. you do this everytime,” and with each bounce, your brain starts to short circuit. he’s stretching you open so much that your mouth sags open. “fuck, you’re such a brat.”

“your brat, baby,” he coos, correcting you in a sweet voice against your ear. his tone was forevermore cheeky. despite how you were ferociously riding him stupid, he still had a bit of playfulness left in him. vigorously, sharp swats of loose skin smack against each other in desperate hits and you’re feeling yourself start to froth from such elated pleasure. satoru’s broad hands remain cupped on your tits before he squeezes them, licking a wet long stripe near your neck. “but god, you’re so fuckin’ hot. gonna cum jus’ from your voice, angel.”

panting, your hips swivel in a circular rotation before you roll your eyes—hovering the weight of your knees over and into his bulky thighs. “you’d cum jus’ from me breathing, satoru.”

“you know me so well, heh,” the white-haired male sucks against your tender collarbone. so sweet, but even though he’s trying to tease you he’s already about to cum. satoru presses his thumbs into your sides before groaning gruffly. “fuck, i’m not gonna last baby. s- serious.”

“you never last, ‘toru,” you mewl out sweetly, matching the intervals of his pants.

his towering cock pokes and prods in all the right spots of your cunt repeatedly. sloppy strings of slick stick and glue against his cock and your bare ass as if it was some sort of adhesive substance. you grind your hips quicker into him, watching as he leans his head into your chest. with a gasp leaving out of your pursed lips, satoru then grabs ahold of one of your breasts, merrily popping it into his mouth. “ngh, satoru.” you whine, feeling your tender nipple get fondled by his warm damp tongue. within seconds—his licks turn into sucks and his eyes close, savoring the tasteless taste of your breast in his mouth.

with the way you’re frantically bouncing on his lap, you’re barely even steady anymore and he has to hold your tit in place so it can stay in his mouth without slipping out. satoru doesn’t mind though, as long as he gets a good taste.

your knees continue to dig into his thighs as he’s sucking on each of your tits — you whimper, watching as his pretty snowy white lashes flutter close. he’s got the most pussy-drunken grin curving against his face, faint dimples making an appearance near the crevices of his lips. he’s so pretty, you can’t help but wrap an arm around him, holding him close. “s- so good,” he whines, briefly removing his mouth from your plump mounds. with low half-lidded eyes, you watch as strands of thin spit depart away from his lips. he’s so messy, and yet he doesn’t care. satoru catches you staring before he licks near your chin real slow and seductive like. “i know ‘m pretty baby but i didn’t say you could s- stop riding m— fuck.”

he gets crudely cut off by you wrapping a hand around his slim throat, quickening your bouncy hips. satoru moans out a slutty moan and his abs as if on cue, clench and tighten. everything’s so good, he feels like he’s about to break with the way you ride him. he’s in love.

“h- hey, that’s kinda kinky,” he sheepishly says, his cock still thrusting in and out of you. satoru’s just laid back, allowing you to do all the work with your unpredictable hips. you looked so good like this though—straddling on top of him, gradually choking him. he had literal heart eyes in his pupils and your actions only made him ten times more whipped. “shit.”

but you let off a moan once he reached a certain spot after a while. it’s abrupt, and you turn dimwitted almost immediately. satoru ends up getting much closer before you though, because you can tell purely from his body language. with the way your ass circles and throws itself around his pelvis, he’s already done for. that recoil of yours could make anyone hungry for more. “fuck, ‘toruuuu,” you hiss his name, the crude skin slapping of both frail limbs making you bite the inside of your cheek. he’s holding both of your hips before with the rough clashing of rutting bodies, he whines. satoru doesn’t realize he’s cumming until you actually start to feel it pour into you.

it shoots quick into your womb, velvety ropes that make you bite your lip. it’s so so much that you feel hot spurts of it dribble down between your inner thighs. satoru’s panting heavily against your ear, ivory brows curling up together and he’s always got such the prettiest orgasm face.

his mouth remains open and a bit of drool seeps out the cracking corners. you kiss near his swollen lips as he’s dumping yet another load into you. “ughhh,” he shivers, two big hands squeezing your ass for comfort. satoru feels a slimy wad of his cum trickle past your folds and coat onto his base and he stares at it, then at you. he’s got the most feral look in his eyes before he lets off a bashful whimper. “h- have my kids, please.”

☆ TOJI — “AIN’T NOBODY FREAK LIKE ME.”

“c’mon, babygirl. put ‘er on the phone. let me listen,” toji purrs, his voice on the other end of the line raspy yet staticky.

as you sit up on the comforter with your legs prettily sprawled out, you were heavily panting. you missed him, you missed him bad. toji, like usual had work. he never exactly told you what he does for a living nor did you really care to ask. but he’d be away for hours and you couldn’t help but text or call him about your little ‘situation’ whenever you tried to touch yourself. you try to touch yourself in the way that he does but it never works. no one’s fingers could compare to his.

“o- okay,” you swallow, using a thumb to press down against the white speaker button on your phone. pulling the speaker part of the phone down towards your sopping cunt, you grow quiet, letting him get a good listen. right away, you heard the sounds of toji’s heavy breaths. he grows quiet for a good twenty seconds and you’re growing impatient. “toji? are you still th-”

“ah ah. shut the fuck up, baby. ‘m tryna hear my girl,” and you pout, dragging your middle finger down your dribbling pussy. you were a bit overly sensitive, considering. just a few minutes ago, you ended up finishing with the help of your vibrator. his voice was so stern yet you listened anyway. toji feels a strain forming inside the heavy wranglers he wore. you’re so wet, he wishes he was there just as much as you did. toji holds the phone up to his ear before grunting. “spank her for me. tell her i’ll be there real soon.”

you let off another soft moan, bringing a gentle spank towards your weeping cunt. toji hears it all, the sharp contact of your palm that thwacks against your folds goes echoes right through the phone’s speakers. your teeth dig into your bottom lip at the brief pang of pleasure that shortly follows. “toji, please. need you, can’t do this by myself.”

“aw, that’s what you get f’r not waitin’ for me to get home anyway, little girl,” a husky voice replies. you heard the groan trying to wretch from his throat as he spoke. toji was most definitely hard, but you knew more than anything, he hated whenever you touched yourself. especially whenever he wasn’t around, he thinks it’s amusing. “sound so fuckin’ wet though. jus’ pretend y’er fingers are mine, baby.”

slumping back in frustration—you sigh, hearing a gruff cackle follow seconds later. “but i can’t, ‘s not the same, toji. you do it better.”

“damn right, babygirl,” toji snickers, and his voice pitched so deep in a way that you felt yourself throbbing. the creeping timbre that rides his tone makes your toes curl up. you need him bad, it seemed like it’s been years since he’d left but it’s only been just a few hours. by now, two fingers of yours were crumped up in your drooling cunt. you make an attempt at trying to copy how toji usually does it - swirling two fingers around the inside it reaches that spongey texture. you whimper on the phone, invading your gummy walls with twin whirling digits before your pants grow louder against the speaker. “so cute. tryin’ so hard, huh. wish toji was here to spank that pussy right, hm?”

“y- yes,” you chew on your words, chafing trembly pathetic fingers near your needy cunt. you didn’t care how dumb you sounded - you wanted toji to come home. you hadn’t even realized you were now flipped over, grinding against your pillow. technically, his pillow — you were laid on his side of the bed for a reason. in hot sharp breaths, you hold the phone up to your mouth, letting off another elongated moan. toji huffs at your sweet sounds, having to turn his volume down multiple notches due to you being so loud. “toji please, come home. ‘m gonna cum without you again.”

a sly smirk compresses against his lips before he grouses through the phone. “hm. fine, hang up ‘n gimme a sec, baby.”

you didn’t know what kind of trick he had up his sleeve but you hang up. you’re panting so much, it’s almost as if you some kind of dog in hear. your fingers that remain helplessly buried in your cunt felt like they were starting to grow numb. once your thumb presses against the button to end the call, the room suddenly goes quiet.

but abruptly, the front door opens and it’s toji.

you furrow your eyebrows, confused on how he got here so quick but right as you were about to greet him with a hug, he pokes your forehead. “not so fast, baby. y’er in trouble,” and you gasp once he goes toward you, picking you up and tossing you to lie on your chest. with a rude spank, he smacks your ass. “gonna have ‘ta discipline this sloppy pussy all over again. now now, you know the drill. ass up, face fuckin’ down.”

☆ SUKUNA — “NEED YOU TO SPIT MAKE THAT MOTHERF*CKER GLISTEN.”

“tch. can’t hear or are ya jus’ plain stupid, brat? spread ‘em,” sukuna snarls, hovering right over your body.

his dark heightened stare made you gulp - just menacingly looking at you as if you was prey. his prey. crimson red eyes bore into your pretty physique as you left off a shaky breath, slowly spreading your legs apart from him. “good girl. glad ‘ta hear you can follow directions.”

a pout stretches against your lips but that soon switches once his tongue laps against your folds. you shudder, feeling the faint spiky texture of his forked tongue flick down your sobbing cunt in small strokes. from the slit, you’re drenched and he’s been craving a taste for a while. you’re laid back against the mattress whilst your toes involuntarily curl up. when it comes to sukuna, he’s never one to waste his precious time—especially whenever it came to pussy. you let off a whimper the moment he grabs ahold of your thighs, squeezing them in place. “sukuna, fuck.”

you’re met with a rude glower as he’s positioned right between your thighs. he’s moving his head side to side as he creates a long sloppy slurp.

you feel the snapping muscles in your tummy tense as his plump lips then munch against your sensitive clit.

“fuckin’ slut. walkin’ around with a cunt this soaked,” he grumbles in a muffled tone—savoring your sweet taste entirely. your stomach curls up as he’s feasting between your thighs, button tip of his nose occasionally swiping against your slobbering slit. the edges of sukuna’s serrated nails scrap down your skin gently, leaving a few noticeable marks. if it was anything the demon loved to do—it was to mark you, claim you as his. with red eyes meeting yours once more, he growls right against your pussy. “and don’t think about hidin’ those pretty moans from me this time. i wanna hear screams this time, brat.”

“f- fuck,” you whine. using a hand to grab onto the crown of his head, you comb a few fingers through his pink tresses—already feeling the weak pangs of pleasure surge through your thighs. by any second, you just knew your weak legs were gonna collapse. sukuna’s tongue was stupid, swirling everywhere inside of your pussy before his jaw starts to lock right away. “mmm, ‘kuna, spit on it.”

your cunt gets hit with an abrupt smack and you gasp, moaning from the abrupt twinge of throbs before you glance down at him.

“woman don’t tell me how to eat pussy,” he eyes you, voice full of curt. as he’s glaring at you the entire time—sukuna delves two fingers inside your sopping entrance though, scissoring his folds in your core just to watch you squirm. albeit, he does in fact spit on your pussy. it’s a stringy glossy wad, and the way it trails from his pink lips makes you convulse even quicker. sukuna’s eyes remain on you the entire time before he pulls his fingers out, slurping the new lustrous mess clean. “was gonna do that anyway, little girl.”

you almost giggle from his irritation before he playfully bites your clit — you whine, yanking his unkempt strands forward and he groans. “easy on the fuckin’ hair,” he murmurs, and as he pulls his head up a bit for air, you glance at the slick sheet of your own juices streaming down his chin. so pretty, it’s got its own kind of shine. to think that’s coming all from you, you were drenched.

“sorry,” you timidly utter, slumping back against the plump pillows. sukuna rolls his eyes at you in response, creating tender kisses against your soddened folds. with the way your thighs were trembling, it was adorable. you couldn’t stay still to save your life. he was sucking everything out of you, vacuuming all of your juices with just his mouth. the slurps were so lewd and loud that it bounced off the walls. “ohmygoddd.” you squeal, growing more whiny the harder his sucks become. sukuna’s pace of his tongue never falters and every few seconds, he spits against your pussy just to lap it right back up again.

the demon groans, staring at his mess he made. his own saliva pours down your slit and its pretty.

he drags a middle finger down, dipping it inside of your wet folds. the noises you made too were just carnal. sloshes of crying squelches reverberate through his royal chambers and he snickers. how pathetic, getting this soaked for someone like him. sukuna doesn’t care that his jaw tightens and locks. he groans, slowly trailing his tongue everywhere. he even guides it toward your puckering hole that’s drooling with slick too.

“can’t forget about her,” he groans, feeling himself get hard. sukuna most definitely had a boner, he had one every time he went down on you. “fuckin’ sloppy girl. ‘s exactly what you are,” and he moves his tongue back up toward your cunt before starting to tongue fuck you. you moan, still having a hand attached to his hair like it was velcro. “my sloppy girl though. ain’t that right?”

and before you were about to speak again, he spanks your cunt raw, spurts of your wetness slicking another glossy sheet onto his palm. sukuna’s eyes are at your pussy, barely even acknowledging your presence anymore. “keh. thought so. good girl.”

☆ NANAMI — “MY BODY ADDICTIVE IT’S DRIVIN’ HIM CRAZY.”

gentle fawn eyes ogle at you up and down as you’re prettily sprawled out on the bed. nanami can’t help but press a soft kiss onto your forehead as he’s slowly inserting himself inside.

“so perfect,” he murmurs, showering your skin with even more kisses. his lips were tender. you feel the prodding tip of his cock gradually disappear inside of your cunt before you exhale deeply. “mhm, always clamp around me so good. that’s it just relax. eyes on me, gorgeous.”

you look up at him and nanami’s face softens. teasingly, he tilts his head as he sees you biting your lip—making a cute attempt at trying to suppress any incoming moans. “hi, my love,” a gruffly sweet tone utters to you, softly gripping your chin. “there’s those pretty eyes i fell in love with.”

“k- kento,” you whimper, your back involuntarily starting to arch the further he pushes his dick inside. nanami groans, feeling himself being in brief shock by just how warm you were from the inside. whine after whine robs out of your throat before he’s trying to get you adjusted—he’s already starting to feel your slick treacle juices slabber down his lengthy base. it’s a squelching ‘pop’ once he’s finally in and his slender long fingers intertwine with yours. “fuck, kento.”

nanami shakes his head from each swear that comes from your lips. it’s cute. blond brows curl up together before he gently lifts up your leg, making it sling up over his tense right shoulder.

“my my, you’ve got quite the filthy mouth, honey,” and his words were as smooth as silk. as he’s making sure not to be too rough, his body continues to rut into you, respectfully pounding you into the creamy cottony sheets. a thumb of his curls against your bottom lip before he deepens his angle just a tad bit. “m- my love, oh,” and for a split second, nanami’s voice cracks. your cunt’s so good and drenched that he for one was practically speechless. nanami squeezes his eyes shut for a moment. he huffs out individual heavy pants from his full lungs before his hands roam all over your body. you were perfect, his fingers were hot and burning with parched heat - the same kind of heat that radiates against your skin. he’s hovering over your body, tenderly grinding his sharpened hips into you whilst his mushroom tip repeats to thrash against your throbbing clit.

nanami was always respectful when he fucks. missionary was forever his favorite because of the loving eye contact.

he’s stuffing you full of inches while staring right in your eyes, serenading you with a song of all the right compliments. you’d always throb, feeling that same mixture of glutinous slick trickle its way down your thighs. “kento don’t stop, please,” your arms throw around him, using a thumb to strum down his fading undercut. it’s soft, bristles of hair glide against your digit before the screeching squelches of your pussy abruptly snap you back to reality. as the bed wails and dips from the constant jerks and jarring movement - you start to grow dumb. his cock stretches right through you, curling its way into your walls while making its very mark. with the way your mouth was hanging open, he can’t help but silence your sweet forbidden moans with a kiss. “mmph.”

moans, now muffled get poured into his lips as his body continues to shift against you. he’s so warm that it’s almost a burning hot. nanami’s hands gingerly run down your skin, touching you everywhere just so he can feel you shiver from his contact. “i know, i know,” he whispers between sultry kisses, briefly sucking against your bottom lip. his balls were always swollen whenever it came to you. you whine, feeling a few strands of his hair tickle against your forehead—he’s so close. minty breath gets caught by your nostrils as your legs wrap themselves around his waist. “that’s it. jus’ let me love you, let your husband remind you how perfect you are, good girl.”

his words create a school of fluttering butterflies in your tummy. nanami can’t keep his hands off you, literally. he touches everywhere, nipping a few kisses at your skin as he’s whispering sweet nothings into your ear. he’s purring against your nude flesh as you try to match his crazed pace. “kento, ‘m gonna cum. gonna cum, fuckk,” you suddenly babble out, shaking directly underneath him. you were so cute—his eyes soften as you’re stammering about your incoming release. plump soft lips press against your forehead as he’s still sweetly driving his hips into your walls. “please.”

by this point, both lips were departed from each other and he’s got two buff arms resting on opposite sides of your body. the smell of the air in the room was almost too strong. a mixturing scent of sweat and devoted bodies moving together in harmony. he groans into your neck, pressing a few more kisses at your skin. “c’mon, you can make a mess on me,” and he cups your face, witnessing right before his eyes as you’re about to approach your calamitous rapture. it’s like a wave but it’s crashing at full speed. you whine, collected breaths starting to pick up as the crown of his cock steadily thrashes around the shallow depths insides of your swollen cunt. nanami can feel your throbbing intensify and he starts to grow just a bit more relentless with his tempo. “make a mess, yeah. ‘s okay, your husband’s gonna clean you right up like always.”

nanami’s words were so sweet — he’s talking you through it whilst he’s got his hands cupping your face. strangled moans die from your throat before one tap of his cock against that spot was the final straw. your pussy constricts around his thickset base before you whimper. “f- fuuuuck,” a long moan leaves out of you as the build up pressure finally releases. his body lies flat against you as he’s gradually slowing down, whispering all sorts of praises against your ear in a shaky voice as you’re finally coming undone on his weighty shaft. your eyes widen before you bite into his neck, muffling your loud moans as you cream all the way down to his hilting base.

you’re speechless—and with your breath literally being taken away from you, your arms remain fragile, thrown over nanami’s shoulders. again, you’re met with the most kindest fawn eyes and he sheepishly smiles at you, sweat beads racing down the sides of his forehead. “such a good girl. even as a mess you’re still so p- perfect— fuck,”and he chokes up on his sentence, his voice suddenly turning raspy. your cunt grips him tight, never wanting to let go and he grits his teeth at the feeling. mousy dilated pupils flicker back until a flashing color of white could only be seen from his sockets. it was sexy, nanami loses himself for a moment before he slumps into your chest, hiccuping at how he came and sounded so so lewd—so pussy drunken all of a sudden. “oh, forgive me for my foul language m- my love. you really—made a mess out of me too it seems.”

☆ GETO — “THESE WINDOWS TINTED SO NOBODY SAW.”

“that’s my good girl,” geto leans back against the leather driver seat, occasionally using a palm to swat against your ass.

he’s smacking the right cheek specifically, featuring skin against skin sticking amongst each other from the perspiring sweat. he groans at the springy recoil your ass gives him every time before he gives your rear a squeeze. “fuckin’ ride it, yeah. slut this sloppy pussy all over me, sweetheart.”

“s- suguru,” you whine staring deep into his eyes. he’s so pretty, lazily slouched and reclined back with the most smuggest grin on his lips. the only sounds that could be heard in the parked vehicle was the sounds you, your sloppy cunt, and the loud bangs of raindrops that hit against his tinted windows. you continue to grind your hips into him before he spanks your ass again and again. “fuck, ‘s big. you’re always so fuckin’ big.”

“someone complaining?” he raises a brow, although you know he’s just teasing. like always, he’s watching as you struggle to keep up your pace. his fat cock was perfectly tugged into your walls and you felt like at any given moment, he’d split your pretty pussy open. “hm?” he opens his mouth tauntingly, the car’s entire build starting to jerk and judder from the powerful movements. a hand of his cups your chin before he rubs a thumb over your spit-glossed lips. “yeah, no back talk now huh, princess. less talkin’ more riding, uh huh.”

you wanted to roll your eyes but you couldn’t. he’s staring at you and eating up all of your dramatic facial expressions. the way your brows knead together and your lips part — that sweet sweet ‘o’ that forms from your mouth prying open, blissful whines tearing from your windpipe. he’s so thick, it’s almost unfair. the car continues to shake as your bouncing against his dick progresses at a more hurried speed. “s- shut up suguru.”

“ooh,” he hums, teasingly starting to bounce his thigh. even more friction, and both rows of your teeth clench together before you let off a sweet battle-crying moan. right there, his tip starts to smack and kiss up against a stretchy part that’s dug directly into your walls. you feel it and multiple hairs stand up near the nape of your neck. geto watches as your eyelids become droopy and you’re already so dick-drunk. it’s adorable, weak arms of yours toss themselves over his broad built shoulders and you feel a sudden quiver shockwave inside your thighs. “yeah, fuck me girl. don’t slow down. give it t’ me. shut me up with your pussy, how ‘bout that, huh.”

you give him a glare but geto only snickers, bringing another open palm toward your left ass cheek to spank it. you moan, your angered scrunched up muscles in your face relaxing before you whimper. “fuck, fuck,” and his turgid balls resume to pummel all through your gripping walls. there’s a candied taste in your mouth, the quicker you ride him—the more you taste it. it’s salty, bittersweet until your throat starts to leisurely grow dry. geto groans, sliding his foot away from the brake before he grabs ahold of your hips once more. “suguru, ‘m gettin’ close, fuck.”

“yeah, yeah,” he huffs, dark eyes glancing toward your chest — he observes the way your tits bounce, matching your rhythm by slamming you further down on his cock. it’s so cute, you were an entire mess. whilst you’re losing yourself on his dick, he pulls you close into him. “easy. baby. slow down a bit for me. ‘s not a rush, mhm,” and as his husky voice purrs into your ear, your cunt throbs. he even flicks his tongue against the shell of your ear just to hear you whimper louder. his cologne was loud, invading the entire space of the car. it was a mixture of burning leather and geto’s rich manly scent. it was no denying, he smelled so good that it was just intoxicating. obediently, you start to slow your hips crazed tempi to his liking and he sexily throws his head back - adam’s apple bobbing in response. “fuck, yeah. right there, jus’ like that. i gotcha. nice ‘n slow, good fuckin’ girl.”

the sounds of your sopping pussy only get louder before his teeth tenderly bite into your neck. you moan, feeling a balmy chill ghost near the hairs that run down your collarbone. he’s letting you fuck yourself stupid and it’s almost like you were floating. whining, you reach between your legs to feel your convulsing cunt. you’re close, so close.

“s- sugu,” you whimper, feeling that familiar sensation of heat swimming its way toward the lower pits of your stomach. “fuck, fuck.”

“cum with me baby,” he coos to you, guiding your hips with two big hands. your ears felt like they were constantly popping the more you rode him. he’s groaning from your sloppy rhythm and how good your ass thwacks and thwacks. against him. but just as he whispered those words—geto squints his eyes at his rear view mirror. with a hand still attached to your hips, he spots a luminescent light mixture of blue and red. he grows sheepish, realizing he probably shouldn’t have pulled over at this particular spot. .

as you’re still riding him, he grunts as he spots the officer steeping out. slouching back against the driver seat and running a hand through his darkened sable locks, he sighs.

“well shit.”

☆ CHOSO — “I GOT ‘EM ADDICTED HE FIENDIN’.”

“princess, y’know i don’t like when you run from me,” choso groans, reeling your hips back into him.

you gasp, hearing the slight rasp in his tone. his thick cock plummets through your walls and without the support of his hands, you’d have well collapse on the mattress. your limbs were already weak and flimsy enough as it was. he’s been fucking you for hours, nonstop. choso couldn’t get enough. “c’mere, don’t run from me.”

a tiny whine pours from your lips as you feel a few fingers of his curl around your neck. your back naturally arches and you bite your lip. “fuck, ‘cho,” you huff, the sharp smacks of your hips roughly hitting against his pelvis making him hiss. his favorite part. dark irises glance down toward your ass before he spanks you. one spank turns into one, then two, then three. the bed cries from the combining pounds of weight as he’s drilling into you, having the stamina equivalent to a stallion. “ohmygod, choso. right there baby, ngh.”

your lewd little moans alone were enough to get him off. arched thin brows tug together as he drags you back closer into him. he’s still got a hand wrapped around your throat before he pushes his hips further into you at full throttle.

“mhm, good girl. take it, fuckin’ take it,” and you can hear the hoarse in his tone pitching his delivery. your cunt’s weak ily squelching and squealing out all kinds of noises. you were soaked. choso’s droopy eyes continue to stare down your ass, spotting a few sweat droplets race down your spine. “so pretty. all mine, pussy’s all mine,” he grunts through gritted teeth, and your ass gets met with another smack. “c’mon, baby. gotta meet me halfway though. arch better, yeah?”

“s- sorry,” you sheepishly murmur, feeling another incoming moan try to choke its way out of your throat. he’s hitting you so deep, choso’s ravaging your walls and massaging them thoroughly. every part, every corner, every crevice. through and through—you straighten your arch before feeling his hips grind slower into you. with his pace, it’s almost hypnotic. “shit,” you whimper, trying to match his sudden changed rhythm. he’s fucking you slow but deep, tongue already starting to loll out. “choso, ‘m gonna cum.”

you hear a scoff before he leans further in, planting a wet kiss near your back. “nuh uh. not yet,” and with a piston of his hips, he lightly pushes your head into the silky sheets with a hand. “fuck, soakin’ me so good, princess. nasty girl,” he breathes, hearing your gurgled moans escape from your lips. your pussy was almost louder than you — a plethora of sloppy sounds sing out of your folds and he purposely grows quiet just to hear it. “heh, love when she does that. always got so much to say.”

“c- choso,” you squeak, shimmying your hips back into him. the dark-haired male can’t help but press two thumbs into your hips, feeling against the entire curvature - so pretty. you had his entire cock drenched with your gooey slick and he only wanted more. you’re pawing desperately at the satiny sheets to hang on as he’s continuing to jut his fat cock further into you. “ngh, cumming!”

choso holds your hips steadily in place—but he groans, feeling his swollen balls approach its peak at the same exact time. thick fingers of his pierce into your skin before abruptly, a geyser ripples right out your folds. you’re creaming all down his cock, gasping before he shortly follows. it’s runny, pumps and pumps of sweltering hot cum dribbles into your sobbing cunt. choso’s hair was shaggy, few black tresses of strands stick against his skin with the help of clingy sweat before he growls. “fuck . . me,” and his chiseled abs clench with his head throwing itself back. yet as he’s stuffing you full of load, his hips start up again and you let off a moan. “baby, can’t let it go to waste. keep up, need it. need you.”

you let off a moan, ruthlessly being pounded into the fat cushions of the mattress before unexpectedly—you hear a ear splitting crack. choso ignores it, still driving his hips deeply into your core before that’s right when the headboard falls with a blaring shatter. your eyes widen as you flinch at the now broken furniture—feeling the weight of the bed collapse inward. the bed breaks but chcoso’s entirely unfazed. “c- choso, the bed b- broke.”

“so?”

“s- so?” you moan, his blushing tip repeatedly kissing up against your swollen sweetest spots. “the bed’s broken—”

“baby, ‘s okay,” a low voice murmurs, watching with blown pupils as your slick coats an entire translucent colored ring around his hefty base. choso groans, licking his lips before slowly pulling out, only to plug his weeping spilling cum right back into your cunt.

“don’t worry about the bed. gonna break your pussy next, anyway, heh.”

[bbokicidal]

Kinktober 2024 : Schedule

Because of me being quite busy during the month of October, I'll be posting twice a week every week for Kinktober!

There will be 10 posts in total : 1 for each individual member of SKZ (8 total), 1 for the duo of choice, and 1 for all eight members.

Notice: Kinktober 2024 has been discontinued as of 08/22/2024

October 2nd : "Try Harder." - Biting/Scratching - Bangchan When one of your close friends sets you up with his 'best friend' at a Halloween party he's throwing, who turns out to be the man you've been eyeing up at work for the last eight months, the two of you decide to ditch the alcohol and candy for something far sweeter.

Contains : Biting/Scratching, drinking, pining for Chris, rough sex, don't hold back enjoy the ride-

October 4th : "Is That All?" - Wet Dreams / Somnophilia - Lee Know Finding you after a Halloween party asleep in HIS room, Minho decides he doesn't want to bother waking you up and just slides into bed beside you to rest. That was his intention, at least.

Contains : Wet dreams/Somnophilia (sex while asleep), dabbles in dub-con, touching, slow sex (at first), Minho being cautious not to wake you up but failing, dry humping/grinding, clothed sex.

October 9th : "Look At You." - Body Worship / Virginity - Changbin You'd picked out a more risqué costume this year for the party than you had the last, deciding to finally break out of your shell and maybe get a little more than some looks tonight. Though you hadn't expected to find that your best friend - and longtime crush - had also picked something a little more revealing this year as well...

Contains : Virgin!Changbin, body worship, revealing outfits, experienced!reader, shy Binnie, soft sex (at first).

October 11th : "Smile For Me." - Size Difference - Hyunjin There were plenty of cute guys at the party, but one of them had caught your eye. A bit taller than the rest, long hair peeking out from the hooded mask - Maybe it was just your love for masked men, but that was certainly the sexiest Ghostface you'd ever seen.

Contains : Short-ish!Reader, Ghostface!Hyunjin, Mask kink (obviously oops), Hyunjin w/ his big 'ol hands, choking, grabbing/pushing, manhandling, rough sex.

October 16th : "So Bitter, So Sweet." - Hate Fucking - Han Jisung was usually so kind, so polite, so sweet. But you'd irked him multiple times around campus and he gave you bad vibes, which you'd spat in his face before. So he decides that at the Halloween party, he'll show you just how mean he can be.

Contains : MeanDom!Jisung, Switch!Reader, Fighting for dominance, biting/scratching, yelling, face/pussy/ass slapping/spanking, name calling, Jisung being a brat.

October 18th : "Maybe Our Last." - Tentacles - Felix Felix had dabbled in Hentai before - watched some of the more... unique stuff just to see what it was all about. And liked it. Not that he would ever admit it - So he's already flustered when you show up to the party dressed as a hot anime girl he's seen before; But the night takes a turn when an outbreak happens and it's something he could never be prepared for.

Contains : This is some fucked up world bending shit - Dabbles in dub-con!!!, Tentacle monster(s), mutation outbreak, one of the other members mutates and becomes a sick creature, no direct sex between Felix and the reader - just them both getting smothered in slick and touched/penetrated/etc. I've never written anything this wild.

DISCONTINUED

October 23rd : "Enough of That." - Bound/Tied - Seungmin He'd brought up the idea of you being his 'bunny' and him being the 'magician' for your costume multiple times. What he hadn't mentioned was the way he would tie your arms behind your back and have you sit in his lap the entire night. But he needed to keep his bunny attached to him somehow, right? His costume was incomplete without you.

Contains : Protective!Seungmin, MeanDom!Seungmin, BestFriend!Seungmin, BunnyCostume!Reader, Shibari, manhandling, rough?sex.

DISCONTINUED

October 25th : "Run And Hide." - Predator/Prey - I.N Jeongin wasn't opposed to taking what he wanted, when he wanted it. He was the youngest of his friend group - He always got what he wanted. And that included you. (Even if you were his Hyung's newly fresh ex.)

Contains : Still up for debate - Dabbles in dub-con, Greedy/Selfish!Jeongin, MeanDom!Jeongin, rough sex.

DISCONTINUED

October 29th : "Try Something New." - Aphrodisiacs - Seungmin / Lee Know After drunkenly admitting a week prior that you'd had a fantasy once including a certain pill/powder that would heighten your senses and wants, Seungmin takes it upon himself to confront you directly and ask if you wanted it to become real. During the party the following night, he slips a powder into your cocktail while whispering sweet nothings in your ear; And Minho stood close by to monitor the situation. He was just watching - at first.

Contains : For more context the reader mentions having a fantasy about taking an aphrodisiac and Seungmin asks if he can make it come true, so he plans with Minho to slip something in her drink. She DOES know about it. Dom!Seungmin, Dom!Minho, Exhibitionism/Voyeurism,

DISCONTINUED

October 31st : "You are Mine." - Incubi - OT8 Chris had invited you to the Halloween party with sparkling eyes and a shy smile, telling you how it would be loads of fun and there would be drinks, food, and pretty people. But when you walked in the night of the party, his gaze was far different than it had been the moment you previously talked. And seven of his friends - all gorgeous and in daringly-revealing costumes - seemed to eye you up the exact same way.

Contains : Gangbang (obviously), OT8 x Reader, Dom!OT8, Monsterfucking, Incubus!OT8, Chris deceiving the reader, MeanDom!Vocalracha, MeanDom!Lee Know, MeanDom!Hyunjin, Protective!Bangchan, Possessive!Changbin, Protective!Felix, Spanking, Grinding, Slapping, Dry Humping, Double Penetration, Spitroasting, Multiple orgasms, Edging, Rough sex.

DISCONTINUED

Dividers are made by : @anitalenia & @frenchkisstheabyss

[fanaticsnail]

Baby

Masterlist Here

Word count: 1,000+

Synopsis: Eustass Kid wants to treat you like he does with all of his other partners. He wants to top you, degrade you, pound into you like a wild animal. But he can't. Not when you give him praise like that. He's far too in love with the pretty words fleeing from your lips to try.

Themes: Eustass Kid x afab!reader, praise kink, cream pie, Kid is Subby, barely any plot, "baby" term used endearingly for Kid (subtle reader), Kid whimpering, NSFW, 18+, smut, MDNI.

Notes: Stuck in heavy traffic while driving to the beach, other people driving this big ol' car, writing some short debauchery in the back seat like an idiot.

Eustass Kid, as gruff and abrasive as he is, likes to think he is a dominant man. An alpha, a leader of his pack as his crew, and the greatest tamer of brats there ever was. He was so good at putting his intimate partners in their place that he felt as if he was the king of all the seas.

And then there was you.

He wanted so bad to give you the same treatment he had given all his partners. Rolling you onto your stomach, ass up, pounding into you with reckless abandon and slapping at the rippling flesh. Using language like: “Yeah, baby. Moan my name. I want the whole crew to know who this ass belongs to.”

But he simply couldn't.

He couldn't put you into a position beneath him. Not because he treats you as his equal, that is a given as Kid’s partner, but because he becomes too lost in the feeling of his cock being squeezed by the tight grip of your needy cunt. When your pussy grips his cock, he feels the gummy flesh molding into the shape of him and it drives him insane.

He tried so hard to degrade you, tease you, remind you of his position as captain and boss, but every time he opened his mouth, all that exited was whimpers and whines.

“Oh, good boy, Kid. Just like that,” your sweet praises coo into his ear, "You're so fucking good to me." He can't help but release that needy preen from the back of his throat at the feeling. Soft mewls and gasps panting into your neck as he slaps his hips into yours from his position above you. The messy arousal from your pussy between you has him drunk on the feeling. So wet, so welcoming, so warm. All his.

There is no coherence in his thoughts. All he can think about is how tame he was becoming from just his cock kissing at your cervix. Deep into your plush cunt, tufts of his pubic hair grind against your clit. Whining and keening for him, you claw your blunt fingertips over his shoulders towards his neck to tug him away from hiding in your shoulder.

“Don't hide from me, baby. Lemme see your pretty face. I know you're close,” you whine at him, gasping as he increases speed and becomes manic. Chasing his high, he pulls away from hiding in your shoulder and raises his metal hand to hover over your throat. He wanted to choke you, growl at you for babying him, but again, he can't.

He loves it.

He wants to be your baby. He wants to keep hearing your praise as he treats you good. He wants to be your good little puppy, hearing your orders and redirecting him to bring out your largest climax.

Slap, slap, slap; his hips grow manic as he caresses your shoulder and touches his forehead to yours. Brushing noses, his jaw falls slack and shudders as you wrap your legs around his hips.

“C-Can I cum? Can I cum? Let me cum?” He begs, mewling for your permission like a pussy-whipped lover-boy with no experience with a partner. He almost wants to gag on the words, hating himself for asking permission, but immediately finds himself freeing those thoughts from his mind as you whimper your enthusiasm up at him.

“Please, Kid. Baby, I need you,” you whine, “Be good to me. Cum in me. Fill me up with your fucking cum-.”

“FUCK! F-Fuck!” He barks, immediately flooding your pussy with hot spurts of his pearlescent release. Gasping, whining, whimpering and pleading, he again buries his face in the crook of your neck and cries into you while his pace grows frantic.

“Oh-... Fuck-... So good, Kid. Such a good boy,” you praise him, feeling the coil in your stomach grow taut, “Keep going. Keep fucking going. Kid I'm almost-.”

Kid refuses to leave you unsatisfied. He will buck wildly into you until he feels the spasm of your walls contract and flutter around him. He chases himself through the oversensitive waves of overstimulation, his cock twitching and muscles aching as he keeps pumping you full of his hot load.

At one final, deep slap of his blunt tip hitting your g-spot, you unravel around him. Vision sparking white, you whimper and forge yourself to him like soldering metal to an iron rod. Hands locked over his shoulders, you keep up the rapid pace of his manic thrusting by digging your heels into the meat of his ass. He gasps and huffs at the feeling of your pussy wringing his cock of the final twitches of his release.

“Oh f-fuck, Kid. Fuck, th-that was-,” you babble feeling his body go limp as he smothers you by his broad chest. “Oh, baby, you did so good. So fucking good.” He lets out a pathetic little whimper, one that he feels eat at him as soon as it spills from his throat.

But he couldn't complain. Never complain. No matter how hard he tried to bite bark, bark at you, or growl out a gruff curse at the praise you would always coo at him, he couldn't bring himself to do it. All he could ever manage was a soft, barely there whisper of four words in sequence.

“Thank you,” he pants with his head foggy and breath thick, “Love you.”

He will get you back, no matter how long it took. He would make you submissive and pliant just like his past lovers. He didn't care how long it took for him to have you be the one begging and whining for him. But as he pulls away from the crook of your neck to peer into your eyes, his eyes always upturn and a soft pout plays on his painted lips.

“Good boy.”

Fuck.

He'll never be able to have you submit to him. Not when you praise him like that. Not when you look up at him like that, all blissed out and glowing from the etherial afterwaves of your orgasm.

He was a helpless little puppy in a giant body, wanting to continue to please you and cum in your perfect pussy as long as you allowed him to. He was yours completely.

Tag list: @mfreedomstuff @daydreamer-in-training @since-im-already-here @gingernut1314 @writingmysanity @sordidmusings @i-am-vita @indydonuts @feral-artistry @the-light-of-star @empirenowmp3 @racfoam @sunflowersatori @carrotsunshine @skullfacedlady

[f4ggydog]

MASTERLIST (closing requests again for now)

nsfw/smutty content…please view at your own discretion!! (check the reblogs for extra content since tumblr won’t let me fit everything here)

misty quigley (aka the quiggles):

crystal/misty phantom of the opera:

matching misty’s freak

puppy misty

puppy misty with caregiver jackie

misty babytrapping

nat scatorccio (nat scat):

sucking nat’s tdick

smoking with lottienat

period sex with nat

nat getting his hole wrecked by lottie

puppy/werewolf drabble

lottienat noncon

transmasc werewolf nat

nat getting dommed by shauna

werewolf nat back at it again (extra subby)

transmasc nat with transfem reader lottie matthews (lawtie):

transfem lottie

lottie’s breeding kink

lottie being loud in bed

lottie a/b/o hc’s

lottie analysis

needy lottie

lottie taking advantage of you

sneaking off with lottie

whiny lottie moment

lottie as a puppy

lottienat smoking

lottie ritual sex

puppy lottie getting fucked in her cage

noncon with lottie

trans lottieshauna shenanigans

lottie being obsessed with shauna’s pregnancy

obsessive wilderness lottie

lottie fucking her cum back into shauna

you’re lottie’s smol baby

dad lottie

lottieshauna tagteaming you

big dick lottie dicking you down

lottie begging to suck shauna’s tits

lottie comforting you after self harm

puppy lottie with a vibe

knife play with lottie

worshipping lottie's boots

dark wilderness lottie

lottie fucking tai while van watches

lottie acting like a soccer mom

big dick lottie humiliating nat

adult lottie with a mommy kink

puppy lottie holding in her pee at a party

lottieshauna x reader noncon

shauna shipman (feral dog wolf coded motherfucker):

transfem shauna

transfem shauna sucking titssss

bottom shauna

lottieshauna taishauna with shauna being a big ass bottom

shauna’s pussy eating face

shauna’s scent kink

shauna being possessive as fuckkkk

shauna happy trail

wilderness boyfriend shauna

competitive shauna

shauna taking care of puppy lottie

puppy girl shauna

shauna fucking lottie in her cage

shauna the howler

shauna knife kink

professor sadecki

shauna’s big canines

werewolf shauna (again)

overstimulated shauna

whiny transfem shauna

shauna begging for your cum

T4T jackieshauna

playing with shauna's tdick

shauna fucking jackie until she squirts

lottieshauna x reader noncon

van palmer (butch icon):

puppy van

bottom van

reader taking care of van

taivan topping you

van’s kinks

puppy van hcs (along with some puppy shauna)

taissa turner (the best femme lesbian in all the land):

tai hopes for s3

tai tops shauna

taivan topping you

taissa baby trapping is back!!!

tai getting fucked by lottie

jackie taylor (bratty mcbrat brat brat sir brattington):

pillow princess jackie

jackie being loud in bed

puppy jackie

jackie’s a big ol bottom

T4T jackieshauna

Tboy jackie hcs

jackie’s small dick being made fun of

jackie getting fucked by shauna until she squirts

yellowjackets in general:

their body hair

transmasc yellowjackets

wilderness dry humping

yellowjackets christmas

mari (she’s a bully but a massive loser):

mari’s a brat

intercourse with mari

genlissa? (even they get rep):

genlissa as a pairing

[whoreforsexymen]

SMUT | One-Liner Prompt List

Pairings: Anyone x Reader

Pronouns: Mix of GN!, Fem!Pronouns, etc. Will happily make any prompt request specific to your preferences 🤍

Rating: NSFW, 18+, MDNI !! You WILL be blocked!

Notes: Please feel free to send submissions using one or more of these!! 🤍 I can’t wait to see what characters, prompt combos, and ideas you guys come up with!!

Will be updating this list as I come up with more, or will be adding more parts. If you wanna see specifically themed prompt lists, lmk in my ask box!!!!

Will be creating a fluff list, too. Stay tuned 🤍

REQUEST/SUBMISSION INFO

1. “Stop looking at me like that or else I’m gonna cum too fast.”

2. “Don’t act like you didn’t want to end up under me like this.”

3. “Ooh. The cat’s got claws~”

4. “No, no— Don’t let little ol’ me stop you.”

5. “No. Don’t take those off. Those stay on.”

6. “You didn’t seriously think I was gonna let you cum… Did you?”

7. “I’d rather watch you take something other than whiskey down your throat.” “Oh yeah? Like what?”

8. “Don’t mock me while I’m fucking you.”

9. “That’s a bold decision, considering how I’m balls deep in you right now.”

10. “Patience, love. Good girls/boys are patient.”

11. “Lousy manners won’t get you very far. Now. Try saying ‘please’?”

12. “I’d spank you but I think you’d enjoy it too much for it to be reprimanding.”

13. “It really is such a shame that you can’t tell me what you want with a mouth so full of my cock.”

14. “If you want my cock you’re gonna have to do a better job of convincing me.”

15. “Watch your tone. Don’t make me put you in your place.”

16. “Crawl.”

17. “Sorry, love, it’s hard to understand you with your face buried in the pillows like that.”

18. “Shut up and fuck me already.”

19. “Careful love, or I might just eat you alive before you can leave.”

20. “You’re just dripping, aren’t you? How bad are you aching for me to fuck you, huh?”

21. “Shut up and take my fuckin’ cock.”

22. “Then I guess I’ll just fuck you up against the window, hmm? Make everybody watch. Since you clearly want an audience so bad, cause you can’t stay quiet.”

23. “You’re pretty demanding for a brat who’s done nothing to earn the right to make demands.”

24. “You talk such a big game for someone who can’t even put two words together when I’m fucking them.”

25. “If your eyes move from mine even once, I’m leaving. And I won’t come back. I’ll leave you here all alone. Aching. Begging.”

26. “You call that begging? Tsk tsk. You can do better than that.”

27. “You call that moaning? Tsk tsk. You can moan better than that.”

28. “You call that crawling? Tsk tsk. You can crawl better than that.”

29. “I won’t even consider fucking you unless you cum all over my boots first. Show me how bad you want it.”

30. “Lick it up.”

31. “Slow.”

32. “Easy.”

33. “Careful, little mouse. Keep talkin’ like that and I might just have to teach you a thing or two about respect.”

34. “That’s not nearly desperate enough.”

35. “Did I hear a please? My. You’re being so polite for once.”

36. “You’re being so obedient.”

37. “Keep your hands to yourself.”

38. “Don’t make me come over there.”

39. “I’m not pulling out. Want you full of my cum. Want to see that shit dripping out of you by the time I’m through with you.”

40. “So that’s why you had such an attitude, eh? Just needed a good fucking to pacify you?”

[dwaekkicidal]

thoughts on owner channie w puppy seungmin & kitty reader w owner lino  >ᴗ<?

the way i started pacing my room after reading this and waiting for my computer to turn on so i could write something LMFAO-

also u must be in my walls or something because ive been going batshit crazy over hybrids lately but i havent told anybody? get out of my head???

do NAWT ask me how this has 1.4k words... i will not explain myself.

nsfw below the cut» x reader mainly but mxm at the very end

anywhoooo.... onwards!

so lets just say that we have owner!channie who doesn't know what to do when his puppy!seungmin becomes a brat all of a sudden. he's growling at every male hybrid he looks at, not listening when channie tells him to do something, and even humping + cumming on a pillow or two (definitely more than that but channie doesn't have to know that)

and then he's meeting up with his best friend, kitty-owner!lino, who mocks his best friend for not being able to prove himself as the "head dog of the house"

he keeps up this teasing up until channie describes a few more behaviors that rings alarms in lino's head and he realizes that his friend's stupid mutt is just going into heat!! and lil ol' channie didn't think that far ahead so he's absolutely not prepared to deal with his puppy's first heat alone

but then lino reminds him that he has a pretty, well-behaved kitty sitting at home with no mate and her own heat on its way soon~ so they agree to have them meet and plan everything out

the first time you meet, seungmin is absolutely losing his shit >< he can smell you before he sees you and you just so smell so. sweet. his heat makes the smell a million times worse and he just wants to eat you alive. more figuratively than literally but he doesn't think he would mind taking a chomp or two-

and channie is absolutely mind-boggled that the stupid brat he's been dealing with all week is suddenly being good, all thanks to the mere presence of another hybrid.

little does he know it's only thanks to how hard seungmin is biting his cheek so that he doesn't bend you over right here, right now in the middle of this park where everybody would see

after that they move fast, thanks to seungmin's heat starting early, and lino prepares you as much as he can before helping you settle into channie's guest room

channie even put a mini fridge in there- filled it to the brim with both of your favorite drinks+water, put a huge stack of blankets and spare clothes on top of the dresser, and filled a few dresser drawers to the brim with snacks

channie took the week off of work while lino opted to "work from home" and they stayed close by, camping out in the living room together and "reluctantly" listening closely so they could hear any possible calls for help from either of you

but no matter how much preparation they made, they were not in the slightest prepared for how almost feral seungmin became

the first few hours were the most unbearable, it was hard for you to get used to this stupid, insatiable mutt and his unnecessarily big knot. but you did get used to it eventually!

it only took multiple rounds and your poor cunt getting overfilled with his cum, much to his dismay. it only made him angry and pushed him to fuck into you even harder as he whined and complained about how you "need to take it better" so he could fuck a litter or two into you.

& both men could hear the growling as well as the plap plap plap of seungmin's balls hitting your poor, abused cunt >< your moans and cries bleeding through the walls to the point where channie thought for a second he would get the cops called on him for a noise complaint

but he stopped worrying about that when the few seconds of silence were disrupted by even more sobs and begs for seungmin to give you his pups!

though, minnie took such good care of you after each round!! he made sure you drank enough water and was good on snacks until lino came in with the bigger meals for both of you. but, that was all thrown out the window when he found himself rock hard, yet again.

he just couldn't hold himself back from folding you into every position he could think of that would keep you below him, at his mercy, and keep your pretty, puffy pussy ready for him at all times

channie felt like it was constant. like the two of you had spent every minute of those days drooling over each other and fucking each other's brains out.

which to some degree was true... neither of you could deny that, but you both still got... occasional breaks! they may or may not have been short-lived before seungmin was ready to go again, but nobody needs to know that!

all that your owners needed to know was that, by the time seungmin's heat was over, you were well bred and he felt like himself again!

but- oh! would you look at that? your owners came in to help you guys clean up after the fact, but it appears that seungmin managed to trigger your heat... but not to worry! he is very keen on repaying you for your help and is already shoving his cock into you before lino can even get out the door~

so,, maybe you guys weren't exactly done yet.

bonus;

puppy!seungmin realizing he had a lot of fun misbehaving during his heat so, now that you and him are well acquainted and hang out multiple times throughout the week, he goes out of his way to make his owner's life miserable~

fucks you into every surface he can think of: the dining table, the kitchen counters, the bathroom sink, the bathtub/shower, the coffee table, the couch, against the windows, in the middle of the hallway, channie's desk...

channie's bed

& seungmin always makes sure you make the biggest mess possible so that he can see the veins on channie's neck pops out when he blames it on his "instincts"

it pushes ALL of channie's buttons. not only does he have to clean up the insane amounts of cum all around his place, but he also has to smell sex literally everywhere all while he "can't" get his dick wet :((

so i bring you: owner!lino who lets owner!channie fuck you, his eager kitty, into the mattress all the while puppy!seungmin is all but tied to a chair.

lino watches over him and makes sure that he doesn't touch himself, cum, or even look away from the bed, for that matter

double bonus; mxm continuation of ^

lino's got his big, veiny hands jerking minnie off only to pull away and leave him leaking when he almost cums for the nth time :((

& channie's never subjected him to anything like this before so he caves a lot sooner than any of them thought; tears prickling his pretty boba eyes and his cock an angry red as it twitches with each apology that comes out of his lips

but.. oh! their pretty kitty is too tired to go another round? 'oh im sorry minnie.' poor pup. 'what will we do with you now?'

it doesn't take long for channie to fold. he loves his puppy and he would do anything to make those stupid tears go away- even if that means splitting him in half on his cock <3

he'd always thought about fucking his pretty mutt, but never thought it was on the table until those big, begging puppy dog eyes stared up at him all watery and his puppy was sitting there begging him to help him :(

he can't help himself when he lays down and lets seungmin have his way with his cock! but then all of a sudden lino joins in- letting his kitty take a nap and rest while he slides a hand around seungmin's waist and the other in his hair

he controls his hip movements like this and snaps at channie when he tries to tell minho to 'just let him do what he wants.'

no. no. no. absolutely not. 'stupid pup needs to learn his lesson.'

lino makes them change positions so that they can eiffel tower him; lino fucking his throat raw while channie's dicking him down hard enough to make the boy feel him in his tummy <3

& he's making the biggest mess all over the sheets!! a mixture of drool and precum soaking dark spots into channie's previously clean sheets, the realization making something in channie snap hehe

yea. im sick in the head over this. thank u anon i love you so much

[fisshbones]

Obey me nsfw hc’s! Ft: Thirteen, Belphegor, & Asmodeus

Warnings: Nsfw, cursing, somnophila mentioned in Belphie’s (not super detailed,) Thirteen refers to her strap as her “cock,” impact play, Oral (giving (Belphie,) Mommy Kink mention, Degradation, Belphegor is lowkey a freak, choking mentions, maybe ooc, watersports (Belphie,) gn!reader.

A/N: First time trying actual smut so sorry if it sucks lol, also haven’t written in ages 😭

Thirteen!

She’s definitely a switch, though she leans more towards being on top.

When she bottoms she’s pretty bratty, please put her in her place!!!

I personally think denying her would be the best way to punish her.

She would definitely beg and plead to cum ♡

She definitely has a mommy kink (receiving)

She’s also very into temperature and wax play.

When she’s on top, she’s bossy af and expects you to listen to her every whim (within consent ofc) if not, get ready for a good bad time.

She prefers to overstimulate you as punishment, sometimes she likes to deny you of your orgasm as well.

She’s big in dirty talking, she likes to degrade you and praise you at the same time.

Think “such a good little slut, you take mommy’s cock so well.”

Aftercare: is very important to her! Afterwards she makes to gently wipe you down, kissing any marks she left behind. Always runs you both a bath afterwards.

Belphegor

Okay I’m gonna be so fr you’re likely to be on top like 90% of the time.

That being said he’s still the one in charge for the most part.

Man is also a dirty talker, pretty much exclusively degrades you. Unless he knows you need a little extra love rn. (Don’t ask how he knows, he’s more in tune with your wellbeing than he lets on.)

When he subs for you he’s the biggest brat in the history of brats.

He likes his sex feral: let him choke you, or you can choke him, let him pull your hair, smack him, let him bite and mark you everywhere. Honestly all of these things could go either way and he’d be down.

Belphegor is definitely into somnophila, that being said if you don’t want to participate in it (whether it’s giving/receiving/ect) he won’t be upset. He’s cool with whatever, but he wouldn’t mind waking up to some good ol’ sloppy toppy.

This man probably freakier than described here. I could definitely see him being into water-sports, specifically on the giving end. Something about marking you with his piss really fuels his more possessive tendencies. If he was feeling particularly lazy and mean he might just straight up pee in you. 😖

Aftercare us kinda meh with him. He’ll hastily wipe you down with a damp rag before throwing it back into wherever he got it from. (Dw he’ll take care of it and put it in the laundry when he gets back up.)

Belphie does like to engage in pillow talk afterwards before he falls back asleep.

Asmodeus

Switch of course.

You want him to bottom? Done. Want him to dom? Done. Wanna fuck him till he’s too cock drunk to think or vice versa? Done and Done ✔️

Your pleasure is his pleasure ♡

He really doesn’t have a lot of no’s during sex, but he is not a fan of anything that could leave permanent marks on himself.

He would be hesitant to do the same to you, but if that’s what you really want he’ll do it, just don’t expect to do something like that to him next.

Moving on from his no’s , besides praise, I think lingerie would be one of his biggest turn ons.

Asmo loves to go shopping for all sorts of new lingerie sets, both for you and him. There’s just something so classy about it. Lingerie is like the gift wrap on a present, you and him being the gifts.

You can expect aftercare to be nothing short of lovely. He cleans you up with a very soft towel, then starts running a bath the perfect temperature. He has drinks/water in his room so you guys can rehydrate after y’all’s marathon sex.

If you’ll allow it, he will carry and lift you into the bath. He’ll kiss any sore spot and apologize. Normally during this time he likes to talk about stuff, (mostly more intimate/personal esque conversations.)

While you guys are talking he takes his time to massage all the knots in your shoulders, neck, and generally sore areas.

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[i-drop-level-one-loot]

Merry Christmas

Christmas 2023 (Krampus x GN!Reader)

Chains and Whips

CW: Non-con, dub-con, bondage, anal, sadism, monster fucking, mild brat training, bratty reader, pain play, breaking and entering

"So... He's, like, a demon?" (Reader) took another sip of their cocoa while giving their friend a half jokingly judgemental look, squinting their eyes over their oversized mug. For the holidays (Reader) found themselves with nowhere to go, and ended up traveling with their best friend to her hometown. It was a tiny little place, cute, and very strange. (Reader) had, of course, heard about Krampus before but only because of B-rated horror movies, so seeing an entire village of people hanging up pictures of him alongside Santa Claus was a culture shock, to say the least. Stranger than the abundant Krampus merch was the fact that everyone spoke of it with respect, as though the creature was real, a respect not given to Santa.

"Well, no, kinda, but no." Johanna flicked her wrist as she spoke, eyes glazed and unfocused in the warmth of the heated living room. "Krampus is older than Saint Nicholas and Christianity."

It was difficult to stay awake, all bundled up under a mountain of blankets while the TV quietly played a movie in the background. Snow was falling outside, while children played in the setting sun, laughing outside Johanna's window.

"So, does he kidnap naughty children?"

"No, he beats them with a stick." She tiredly waved her hand in a whipping motion to illustrate her point, as though (Reader) didn't know what she meant by "beating".

"That sounds horrifying." (Reader) smiled, chuckling. Their eyelids were beginning to glue themselves shut.

"Yeah. During Krampusnacht boys like to dress up as him and try to scare people. I used to be terrified of him." Johanna rolled over and propped herself up, resting her head on her hand while sprawling out further on the warm couch across (Reader) on the adjacent lounge. "Thank God I was such a good kid!" She said cheekily.

(Reader's) grin grew. "Should I be in trouble then?"

"Why?"

"Because I'm naughty." (Reader) joked, wiggling their shoulders comically.

The young woman sat up. Her face had flipped instantly from silly to frustrated, swapping from a sleepy gaze for furrowed brows. "That's not funny, (Reader)."

Shocked by Johanna's sudden seriousness, (Reader) sat up as well, doubling down on the joke. "Should probably lock your door tonight, to keep me safe."

"Stop!" She whined, looking genuinely nervous.

"What?" (Reader) leaned forward, amused by their friend's reaction. "Are you really scared?"

"Yes!"

"Scared he's going to come punish me?"

Johanna rolled her eyes. "Krampus is real."

(Reader) wanted to push their friend a little further. This was the first time they had ever seen Johanna act in such a way. Johanna was a fearless woman, a badass who was a regular ole adrenaline junkie; the kind of person to jump out a plane without hesitation. And here she was, losing her patience over a mythological creature.

The dramatic young adult launched themselves off the couch and towards a window, swaying their hips theatrically. They threw open the window as far as it could go, cupping their mouth to amplify their voice out into the neighborhood, moaning;

"Oh no! I hope some big, hairy, Krampus doesn't come and punish me for being such a naughty little whore!"

"(Reader)!"

"Please, don't come punish me for being such a tight little cum slut!" (Reader) laughed as Johanna grabbed their arm, now giggling as well, albeit more out of nerves than honest joy.

"(Reader), please! I'm serious!" Johanna closed the window, forgetting to lock it as she was too busy looking over her shoulder at her ridiculous friend. "I swear to God, if I have to wake up in the middle of the night to save your life..!"

(Reader) wasn't done being obnoxious, shaking their ass as they pretended to run away in fear. "Oh no! Don't let him spank me! Oh noooo!"

Johanna grabbed a throw pillow and chucked it at (Reader's) head hard enough to make them lose their balance. "You would get fucking wrecked by Krampus."

"Yeah, my ass-"

"Wouldn't even last a second. You would lose a fight against a marshmallow, you aren't going to go up against an ancient being worshipped for centuries."

After falling back onto the couch (Reader) had chosen for their sleeping spot, they rolled their eyes, dropping the act. (Reader) wasn't actually a naughty person. Not only were they not "naughty" in the innocent definition of the word, being the kind of person to return other shoppers' carts they refused to put away themselves, but in the dirty sense they weren't particularly "naughty" either. (Reader) wasn't a virgin, just suffering from a dry spell. "Goodnight, Jojo."

"Goodnight! I set my alarm for five.'

"Ew!"

"I'll see you in the morning!"

"Nooooooo....."

Johanna left (Reader) for her childhood bedroom, leaving (Reader) in the dark living room, not entirely alone.

.........................

(Reader) wasn't asleep for long when the room became too unbearably cold, causing pins and needles in their legs that forced them to stand up. The time on their phone informed (Reader) that it was only one in the morning. They bundled up in the blanket Johanna provided and slipped into the kitchen to make a cup of decaf tea.

'Why's it so cold?' (Reader) shivered violently as they waited for the water to warm up enough for their drink. It was so warm before (Reader) passed out, that if the Christmas lights on the tree weren't still on they would have thought that there was a power outage. The water loudly began to sizzle in the electric kettle, making (Reader) panic, turning it off. They would have felt like shit if they accidentally woke up Johanna. Her grandparents were out of town, opting to go on a cruise during the holidays instead of hanging around in the cold to visit family, which (Reader) respected. They deserved to enjoy their retirement. Although they had never met, the older couple offered (Reader) their room, which (Reader) politely declined. Although (Reader) said that it was to respect their privacy, it was actually because (Reader) just didn't feel comfortable sleeping in someone else's bed.

The mug began to smell like tea instead of hot water as the bag steeped. (Reader) drank quickly, eager to warm up and get back to sleep. They peaked over at the clock on the oven.

1:00

It had taken almost ten minutes to make one cup of tea, but the time was still one am.

(Reader) felt a shiver crawl down their spine.

Before they could wrap their mind around the time, a rough hand with long, sharp nails, clasped over (Reader's) mouth, dragging them off the chair. The mug went flying, shattering against the tile flooring, along with the wooden chair tipping over and loudly clattering.

Despite the struggle and muffled screams, Johanna did not come down to (Reader's) rescue.

The lights that had been strung up on the tree were tied around (Reader's) arms, securing their hands behind their back. (Reader) fell unceremoniously to their knees.

Above them stood a giant shape in the dark. A tattered red cloak, chains and hooks, black fur..

Hooves sunk into the carpet of the living room. Black fur covered the majority of it's exposed body, and the skin that wasn't hairy was a dark grey with black discoloration. Large horns rose from his skull like a crown. His long, almost human face held a twisted smirk, split open just enough to show off his rows of sharp teeth. Within his primate sockets were goat like eyes, yellow and glowing in the dark.

Despite the heat of the bulbs pressed against (Reader's) arms, the terrified person felt colder than before.

Krampus.

He bent down, gently pressing his clawed thumb into (Reader's) mouth, rubbing his bitter tasting finger across their tongue as (Reader) sat shell shocked.

'He's real.'

(Reader) felt as he played with the wet insides of their mouth, only breaking out of their trance when his nail poked the sensitive wall of their inner cheek.

A surprised cry echoed throughout the house, earning a hand grabbing a fistful of (Reader's) hair, yanking their head back warningly. (Reader) bit down on the disgusting tasting hand as harshly as they could, but it only resulted in an amused chuckle. The creature's laugh was deep, rumbling like thunder in his chest.

He released (Reader) and effortlessly pulled his thumb out from their teeth. One of the many chains with hooks was uncoiled from the demon's shoulder and thrown to his cloven feet.

"Hey, wait-!" (Reader) protested as they were lift up and placed on their feet with only one hand. Their pajama bottoms were pulled down around their ankles, taking their underpants with them. "Stop!"

The hook Krampus had prepared was picked back up, the stench of his body becoming overwhelming as he engulfed (Reader) in his arms, jangling the chain behind their back as he prepared something.

"I don't know what you are, but I swear to God, I'm going to start screaming rape if you don't stop! The neighbors will call the cops!" (Reader) didn't know what they were saying, the adrenaline spike forcing out tough sounding sentences that made no sense, given the fact that this wasn't a normal human home invader.

Another rumble rolled throughout his rib cage as something cold violated (Reader's) ass. (Reader) involuntarily screamed as the hook was lodged into their anus.

They tried to fall to the floor, allowing their legs to turn to jelly, but Krampus tugged on the chain above them, forcing them up onto their toes. Their hands were still tied behind their back, so their balance was depended entirely on the chain.

Krampus seemed pleased, looking down at the teary little human.

(Reader) was not on the naughty list.

They had always been a good person, mindful of others and always attempting to do what was right. So when they opened the window that night, releasing their scent and calling out to Krampus, he knew what they were really implying.

A long, pink cock slick and shiny in the multicolor glow of (Reader's) bindings emerged from the black mass of fur between his animalistic legs. It was thin, but it continued emerging, revealing itself to almost be the length of his thigh.

He grabbed (Reader's) hair again, forcefully pushing their upper half down, bending them at their waist. They couldn't fall because of the chain still holding (Reader) up. The hand on (Reader's) head shoved their face down to his crotch, slipping his slimy cock between their lips as they begged him to stop. Like a sword, the long penis went down their throat, rubbing against their uvula, and poking into their stomach. Vomit rose and threatened to choke (Reader), coughing it up around his thin cock that smelled like his fingers.

(Reader) tried to straighten their back to pull his dick out of their body, but the Krampus yanked up on the hook while laughing, causing (Reader) to fall forward back onto his dick as their feet lost contact with the ground.

The chain was given some slack, placing (Reader) back onto their toes. They were able to pull off his dick long enough to release the bile onto his thighs. It was still in their mouth, but at it's thin tip, allowing (Reader) the chance to breathe. Then he pulled up again, ramming (Reader) onto him like some kind of pulley operated sex toy.

(Reader) felt their muscles burn as their face was mercilessly fucked by the monster, bobbing their head up and down his shaft by the chain still attached to (Reader's) ass.

Krampus dropped the heavy metal chain to grab (Reader's) head, slapping his heavy balls against their chin as his fucking became more erratic, smashing their nose into his thick fur as his chuckles turned to deep moans and pants. Then, (Reader's) face was held against his pelvis tightly as painfully hot fluid shot straight into their stomach.

He pulled out slowly, still twitching with little pumps of cum as he slid the cock out of their throat and over their tongue.

(Reader) left their mouth open, feeling the smelly fluid drip off their tongue and onto the floor, hoping they would vomit up the rest of his jizz they were forced to drink. The appearance of (Reader) with sticky white drool still connected in a long string to the tip of his hard cock, along with the pathetic little sniffles they made as tears dribbled down their cheeks, excited Krampus more, encouraging him to continue.

Still coughing up the suffocating muck, (Reader) was hoisted into the air, this time not by the hook that had fallen out of their rear, but but the Christmas lights around their midsection.

Suspended above the ground, (Reader) frantically kicked their legs. Krampus held the back of the bindings of their arms with one clawed fist, exposing themselves to him. A foot made contact with his knee in the struggle, but Krampus didn't flinch, completely unfazed by (Reader's) strength.

"No more! Fucking stop!" (Reader) squealed in desperation. They knew he could see how aroused they had become from this angle. (Reader) couldn't see his face, but knew he was smirking at them like the bastard he was. They didn't want to, but their body couldn't help it. It felt good to be fucked.

It had been a long time since (Reader) had had sex, but even longer since they had been fucked.

His still wet member pried open (Reader's) clenched hole. It wasn't painful, with how thin it was, but it kept going in, deeper, and deeper. It hit the point where a large human cock would have stopped, but the monster didn't seem to care for (Reader's) discomfort, forcing himself all the way in. (Reader) didn't even know how they fit all that dick inside of them. But the moment they felt his hot hips grind against their ass, their eyes fluttered.

Unable to touch the ground, (Reader) was held up by the Krampus' left hand and his erection. The lights dug into their ribs painfully, scraping against them as Krampus used the decoration as a harness. His thrusts were fast and hard, just like when he was raping (Reader's) mouth. He went deeper into their slutty hole than anyone ever had before, forcibly giving (Reader) unwanted pleasure.

"H- Help!" (Reader) shakily whined as they fought against how good his slimy inhuman dick felt as he pounded them from behind. Each snap of his hips hit their nerves better than any man had before. The building tightness was eroding (Reader's) will to fight.

'This isn't morally wrong.. right?'

'It's like a dream.. no one judges you for who you fuck in a dream you can't control..'

Their stomach contracted as their orgasm built, threatening to release. But just as (Reader) was about to finish, Krampus ceased his movements, holding them unbearably still against him.

(Reader) involuntarily whined. The climax slowly dissolved, losing the momentum. "Please let me go.."

Something hard painfully slapped their ass, cracking loudly like a riding crop. (Reader) cried out before they could bite their lip, earning another chuckle from the goat man as he continued dicking them down from behind.

Just as (Reader) tried to hush the sounds of enjoyment singing out from their own mouth, another slap from the wood stung their rippling ass cheek as Krampus buried his cock into them.

The rising orgasm built faster this time, causing (Reader) to shake as though they were helping rock themselves onto Krampus' long dick. Their thighs quivered and their breaths became ragged. Each thrust was alternated with a stinging whack to (Reader's) behind. And each time that wood contacted sharply against their skin, (Reader) was brought closer to the edge.

But again, he stopped, only keeping himself in as (Reader) lost their orgasm. They moaned angrily.

It seemed obvious that (Reader) was enjoying this, so why did he keep stopping?? Embarrassment filled (Reader) up and spilled out as tears and a cock hungry sob. "Please.." (Reader) squeezed their eyes shut in shame. "Please finish up.."

"Be more specific." A frighteningly deep voice rumbled from behind (Reader). "What do you want me to do, naughty little whore?"

Precum leaked down (Reader's) legs. "Please let me cum.."

The switch smacked them harder. "What was that?"

"Please let me cum!" (Reader) felt themselves tightening around his dick as they raised their voice. "Please fuck me stupid! I want to cum!"

Another harsh slap earned a gasp from (Reader), urging them to continue begging.

"Please fuck me!"

He laughed quietly while pulling (Reader) up so they could see his face. His dick was still buried deep inside of them as he gazed down at them with predatory eyes. "What a good little slut.."

His lips smashed against (Reader's) forcing his tongue into their kiss as he resumed his assault on their tired, raw genitals. (Reader) returned the kiss just as desperately as Krampus gave it. Their kissing made (Reader) light headed as his ramming cock fucked them past the point of no return.

(Reader) came loudly at the same time as Krampus shot another round into their greedy fuck hole. Even after his seed spilled out he continued pumping, slapping his wet hips up against (Reader's) as he rode out his second orgasm. He kept his cock nestled deep inside (Reader) as they passed out, falling asleep in his arms as he weakly continued rubbing himself against their twitching walls.

(Reader) woke up in the morning on the couch, their clothes on and bundled up in a warm blanket. Johanna was awake, making coffee. Their face burned, wondering what they could have eaten the night before to make them dream about something so dirty, and so vividly.

"You awake yet?"

(Reader) quickly sat up, sore, presumably from sleeping on a couch. "Yeah, I'm getting up."

They stood, but almost immediately felt their knees buckle as cum poured out of them into their pants so quickly (Reader) thought they pissed themselves. (Reader) squawked, pulling open their bottoms to find their underwear missing, and the insides of their pants painted with someone else's fluids, still leaking out of their swollen hole.

"Haha, what was that?" (Reader) quickly pulled up their pants as their friend entered the living room with the mug (Reader) broke the night before.

"Nothing."

"You sure? You look kinda feverish.."

"I'm good!"

"I was just thinking about how to get on the naughty list again next year~"

[sexlapis]

ᡣ𐭩 nanami x gn!reader

nsfw drabble. no sex - just spanking, soft dom!nanami, gentle “brat” taming, d/s dynamics, praise, petnames, reader is stressed & anxious, crying (not sad)

-> synopsis: sometimes you just need a good ol’ spanking!

wc: 1.5k

a/n: i rushed this a lot, i was tired and wanted to post. this is filth and sweetness <3

masterlists

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a gargled groan crawls up your throat as you fiddle with the top button of your crisp, white shirt, biting the inside of your cheek and throwing your head back.

nanami, sitting right beside you, gives you a look.

the first warning.

“now, what’s that for?”

you huff, purulent, sagging into the plastic seat and crossing your arms tightly over your chest. you pout.

in the back of your mind, you know you are being irritable, but you cannot help it. the white lights in the room are far too loud, the whirling of the air conditioner rings in your poor ears and the shirt that graces your body is too tight too tight too tight.

“my shirt is too tight.”

nanami sighs.

he looks good today. not that he doesn’t usually, but this was something else. his three-piece suit is a dark navy that’s snug on him, fitting him almost too well. your eyes trail down to his slacks - tight over his thighs and the bump of his bulge does not go unnoticed. one single strand of blond hair hangs over his forehead. it makes you dig your toes into the soles of your shoes.

the meaning of this meeting you and nanami are attending? you have forgotten. in fact, you don’t think you even knew in the first place. probably just some bullshit complaints about your teaching methods or your blunt nature. or both. when you learned that just nanami was going to be there with you, thinking was a foreign concept. because you know he would handle it all for you.

he glances at his phone, reading a notification. “i thought you said you wanted to-”

“‘wear the green one’, yeah, well that just didn’t happen, did it?”

nanami glances at you again, squinting slightly.

a second warning.

“what have we said?” nanami asks, moving closer to you. “what do we do when we’re stressed?”

“…we take three deep breaths and stay grounded in our surroundings…”

he speaks the last part in unison with you, nodding with just a small smile on his lips. “that’s right. how about we try that, see how you feel? hm?”

“ugh!” your upper body quite literally collapses onto the table. knots thaw in your chest, your hands are clammy and your heart bangs in your ear. “I don’t wanna do that crap anymore! i’d-”

the sentence barely even leaves your mouth.

hands are on your biceps in a second, essentially dragging you up out of your own seat, a gasp just leaving your mouth as you’re dragged out of the meeting room and into the nearby restroom.

the ordeal is so fast, so quick you feel winded. before you know it, you face the mirror, heavy breathes leaving your soft lips. your hips are pressed up against the ceramic sink, your fingers clutching onto the rim to stabilise yourself. nanami larger stature stands behind you, looming over, his arm wrapped around your waist keeping you still. if he’s worried or cautious about anyone walking in, he does not show it on his face or in his actions. he leans down, lips to your ear.

“what did i say? you know what the rules are.”

you whine, teeth gnawing on your poor bottom lip, looking down at your own fingers. your body is winded up, tight and tense like a spring, unable to get it to relax and give in.

your leg shakes.

nanami’s big hand slithers down your arm, cupping over yours, “the rules are there for a reason. to help you, to keep you safe. you know that. look at me please.”

you look to him immediately despite your previous disobedience. you can’t help it, can’t help but do everything he tells you. nanami is safe, he is comfort, protection and guidance. he’s what you need.

his umber eyes meet your glossy ones, gentle yet stern. soft yet firm. by this point you already know what is happening, feeling your mind and body already sinking into the place where no worries or fears are present.

nanami hums, caressing his thumb over your cheek, almost losing his mind at the dazed look in your eyes. his hands slide down further, to the front of your trousers, fiddling with the button, “i know just what you need, sweetheart,” the button is undone, along with the zip, “…just what you need.”

your knees knock together, trapped by your trousers and underwear as you are bent over the sink slightly. you moan at the position change alone.

“hmm…” nanami looks downwards, biting his lip as he admires the bare flesh of your ass, soft and just waiting to be tainted red by his calloused hands. he shifts, standing adjacent to you now.

he does not bother to warn you before he strikes.

the first one has you crying out into the empty restroom, lurching forward and clawing onto the counter. it is sharp, sudden and hard, the string already prevalent, the control you once held over your mind rippling away and all you want is more.

“that’s one,” nanami states, groping your raw cheek with one hand, “look at you, already so responsive and we’ve barely even started...

he checks your face, eyes closed, mouth open, already gone, head in the clouds from that one hit alone. “tell me your colour, sweetheart.”

“green…’s green.” your voice is breathy, weak like your limbs. being at nanami’s complete mercy, under his guidance and control does that to you.

“good. you’ll tell me if that changes.”

what follows next is a series of swats and slaps, not too hard but with just enough force for you to know that you will feel sore for a couple of hours.

each strike leaves you breathless, frazzled, your grip on the counter the only thing keeping you from going insane as the ache at your core only grows and grows. the swats are loud in the quiet of the bathroom, the sounds making your face warm and arms wobble. your falls forward between your shoulders.

it does not help that nanami keeps on talking, more than he usually does in situations like these. he rambles on about how good you’re being, how well you’re taking it for him, how soft you feel, how pretty you look with your teary eyes, how sweet you sound, how badly he wants to take you right in the restroom where anyone could walk in and see.

it’s clear that nanami is in a talkative mood.

“fuck, look at you…” he momentarily pauses his assault on your welted, reddened ass, gripping one cheek and pulling it to the side. “you’re perfect. so, so perfect.”

you grunt at his praise and your head swells up. the juxtaposition of candy-sweet words and his continuous cracks landed on the crux of your thigh and ass has your kind reeling.

small whines and whimpers escape your mouth, and with the single tear that falls down your face, nanami knows it is time to stop.

the last hit he lands is heavy, stinging, it has you garbling right as it happens.

more tears drip onto the counter as a sob takes hold of you. and then you’re being flipped around and into nanami’s embrace, prodding your face into his shoulder, trying to catch your breath and come down to earth.

nanami caresses the middle of your back, kissing the top of your head while he coos, “shh, sh, sh. you did so well. you’re so good for me, sweetheart…see how good it feels to take the edge off?” he closes his eyes. “that’s all you needed, hm?”

you shake your head, not yes or no, but nanami understands all the same.

“yeah, i know, i know.”

you both stand like that for a little while, recovering from the scene you have had with him, soothing and shushing you until you’re back to him. it is only slightly awkward for you as your pants and underwear are still at your knees but whatever. you forgot that you are even in a public place.

“we should get back to the meeting.” nanami suggests, then looks at the watch on his wrist. “i think we’re the late ones now.”

you huff, chuckling a little. nanami pecks your lips and croches, pulling up your trousers and securing them around your hips. he fixes up your obvious ruffled, messy appearance, straightening your shirt and smoothing down your hair.

nanami holds your face in his hand, swiping away tears with his thumbs. he admires your wet eyes and bitten lips, thinking that you’re at your most beautiful when you look like this - blissed out and falling back down from your high.

“how do you feel?” he asks you.

it takes you a few seconds to respond, to find the words. “…’m good…yeah, i feel- i’m good.”

“alright.”

“i want to go home now.”

“okay.”

“i also want a lot of unhealthy food for my stomach.”

“you got it.”

nanami is smiling softly at you while you try to think of any more demands you may have. when it seems to be nought, he begins slowly guiding you out of the restroom, holding you close. he is warm.

you speak, “so not meetings today?”

nanami just sighs, shaking his head, half hearted, kissing the top of your head, “no meetings today.”

[tightjeansjavi]

The Rite of Movement | drabble

“Daddy’s not bluffing, baby love”

A/N: you know you’re super dedicated when you find yourself at home ✨practicing✨ just so that the smut makes sense and is easy to visualize 👹 and just when I thought that Joel and baby love couldn’t get any nastier…😮‍💨 oh, and just in case anyone gets confused with the addition of Ellie, this is after she’s adopted (spoilers, but not really bc she’s Joel’s kid in every universe let’s be real)

~word count: 2.0k~

Summary: Ellie is away at Dina’s for the weekend leaving you and Joel with the house completely to yourselves

Pairing | pornstar!joel x pornstar!female reader

Warnings: smut, established relationship. reader and Joel are pornstars, Joel is in his 40’s reader is in her 30’s, big ole fat daddy kink, fingering, unprotected piv, big dom energy from Joel, baby love is acting like brat, sexual punishment, spanking, degrading language but it’s hot, okay?, use of slut, brat, etc, semi-public sex, voyerism (Tommy), language, mentions of alcohol, Ellie exists in this universe!!, reader has no physical descriptions, readers nickname is baby love, +18 minors dni!

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Ellie was away for the weekend with Dina and her family leaving you and Joel with the house completely to yourselves…which was a rare occurrence these days.

You and Joel have since then moved the home studio back to the Miller-Co office. You aren’t doing much filming these days, anyway. This was a mutual decision, and this also gave Tommy the opportunity to show Joel that he could handle the business on his own come the day that you and Joel would eventually retire. But with Ellie gone for the weekend, you and Joel had the time to relax and that’s how you found yourselves spending the morning by the pool.

Joel was comfortably laying poolside, cheaters perched on his nose that was buried in the book he was reading that Ellie had recommended to him. Artemis was laying by his feet, bathing in the sun while you were lounging in the pool. You had discarded your bikini top to the pool's edge to avoid any tan lines while you were lounging on your stomach along one of the extremely comfortable, and extra durable inflatables.

Artemis had grown curious of the water as she watched you float by, and before Joel could stop her, she hopped down from the chair and trotted over to the pool's edge. She was an agile little thing, having no problem jumping right onto your bare back and curling up against your warm, sunbathed skin.

Joel shook his head, muttering under his breath as he reached for his phone so he could take a picture while you reached one hand behind your back to give her a few gentle pets.

He posted the photo to his instagram with the caption: my two sun babies 🌞💓

Ellie had texted the family group chat immediately when she saw the photo:

I hope you’re disinfecting the pool before I get home 🙄

Joel: shouldn’t you be off your phone and paying attention to Dina, kiddo? 🤔

Ellie: u text like an old man lol

Baby Love: lol. He does

Tommy: where was my invite?

Joel: I do not text like an old man 😡

-to Tommy: inappropriate

Ellie: do too 🤭

Tommy: inappropriate that I wanna come over and swim?? Get ur head out of the gutter lol

Joel: do not

Baby Love: you’re not gonna win this one, baby.

Ellie: see, even mom agrees!

Joel: there’s too many gals in this household 🙄

Ellie: yea, man! Ur outnumbered lol

Joel: don’t I know it

Tommy: I’m coming over

Joel: no you’re not

Baby Love: can you bring a case of Modelo’s?

Ellie: I don’t think Tommy knows what those are lol

Joel: how would you know what those are? 👀

Ellie: did I say something?

Tommy: why can’t u just be normal and drink Coors Lite lol

Joel: don’t start gaslighting me young lady

Baby Love: because unlike u, I have taste

Ellie: ooooh burn

Tommy: ouch 😓 I thought we were friends!

Joel: 😒

Ellie: I’m more of a Modelo gal myself

Joel: ELLIE

Baby Love: that’s my girl!

-to Tommy: we are friends 🩷 you just have shit taste in beer

Joel: where are u getting beer from

Ellie: that’s none of your beeswax

Joel: Ellie Miller, I will ground your ass so fast the second you get home

Baby Love: it was me. I’m the culprit

Tommy: I don’t forgive u

Ellie: don’t punish mom! She said I can drink as long as I’m safe 😇

Tommy: lol I’m not coming over, I changed my mind!

Baby Love: but my Modelos :(

Joel to Baby Love in a private chat:

“Who the fuck do you think you’re callin’ a pussy?!” He growled from the chair, completely sitting up now with his legs swung over the side just as you quickly tucked your phone underneath your left boob and looked over your shoulder at him with a faux innocent expression on your face.

“I am, pussy.”

“Wanna say that a third time?” He challenged you, standing up with his hands planted on his hips as he approached the edge of the pool. Even Artemis sensed the tension rise so she quickly hopped off your back as soon as the raft was close to the pool's ledge.

“Artie.” You frowned, “come back. Daddy’s only messing! He’s not actually gonna do anything!” You grabbed your phone from under your boob and carefully placed it on the pools ledge so it wouldn’t get wet, and just as you were about to push the raft back to the middle of the pool to float away, Joel hand crouched down and grabbed ahold of the corner of the raft, yanking you towards him.

“I said, wanna say that a third time?” He snipped.

Oh he’s mad now, alright.

You let out a huff, rolling over onto your back so your bare tits were on full display with your arms languidly crossed behind your head as you peered up at him through your sunglasses, smirk plastered on your pretty lips, “daddy’s a pussy and he’s not gonna do anything about it.” You chimed.

“Fuckin’ little brat.” He muttered as he pushed your raft away from the ledge before he dove in underneath it.

You quickly flipped over onto your stomach, pathetically attempting to paddle away just as he resurfaced with his face inches away from your dangling ankles. You let out a playful squeal when he nibbles on your calf as his big hands and broad arms easily slide up your thighs, thumbs looping through the flimsy strings that are barely holding your bikini bottoms together. Even in the deep end of the pool, Joel is standing, more like…looming over the raft and casting a dark shadow over your bare back.

“Don’t think ya heard me the first time, baby love.” He rasps, yanking your bikini bottoms down swiftly over your ass and thighs, “said that you had ‘bout five seconds to take these flimsy ass bikini bottoms off before I did it for you.” He tuts, grasping the outside of your thighs as he pulls you further down the length of the raft as if you’re just a measly rag doll. “And then what do ya do?” He asks, not needing a response.

“You call me a fuckin’ pussy.” He bends over, harshly biting at your left cheek, leaving visible indentations in your skin from his canines, “slutty little brat my girl is, hmm?” He teases, biting down on the right cheek as you let out a squeal.

He pulls back, marveling at his work before he brings the palm of his hand down against the meatiest part of your left cheek hard enough to send your back arching in surprise. He watches your plush skin recoil before he does it again, and then the same to the right cheek.

“I’m—I’m sorry, daddy! You aren’t a pussy! Not even close to being one!”

“You ain't sorry, baby love. Cus’ this is what you wanted all along, right? Wanted your daddy to come in here and teach his bratty little slut a lesson? Well, your wish is comin’ true!” He chuckles, using his thumbs to spread your cheeks apart before he spits a glob of saliva between them, watching it drool and drip between your ass and thighs. “Show me your fuckin’ pussy, baby love. Be a good girl now for daddy.”

“Yes, daddy.” You mewled, “you got me. It was my plan all along.” you suppress a giggle, lifting yourself up on your elbows as you spread your thighs apart, arching your back further so he had a clear and direct view of your pussy. “You gonna give my pussy a kiss daddy? I’m really sorry.” He doesn’t need to see your face to know that you’re pouting.

He scoffs, dropping his hands down from your ass to spread you open further. He intently watches the way your little hole pulses under his harsh stare, begging for any form of stimulation. “You think I’m gonna give your pussy a kiss, baby love? Think you deserve that?” He snickers, leaning in to drag his nose right through your slick folds, inhaling deeply before he pulls back, “think you oughta just take whatever daddy fuckin’ gives ya, sweet girl.”

“Oh, fuck.” You whimpered, dropping your head between your shoulders, “Daddy, please. I’m so sorry for calling you a pussy! I’ll—I’ll never do it again, I swear!”

“Hush up, baby love. Quit your whinin’ and take what daddy fuckin’ gives you.” He growled. It was a miracle that even with his added weight to the float, the damn thing didn’t pop from the pressure as he wasted no time to slip two of his thick fingers inside of your pussy till they were knuckle deep with his palm pressing flat between the apex of your thighs. You felt the weight of his chest and shoulders pressing into your back while his fingers shallowly thrusted inside of you at a merciless pace, scissoring you open with each thrust, creating ripples in the water below the raft.

O—oh—oh fuck! Fuck! Fuccck!” You cried out, lurching forward as his fingers pistoned inside of you, “daddy, please! Please! I’m sorry!” Your eyes rolled back in your skull when he crooks his fingers, curling them against the spongy spot inside of you that has you seeing spots of stars cloud your vision.

He’s leaned over you completely now in a possessive manner. His lips at your ear, teeth nipping and biting anywhere they can, “if you’re a good fuckin’ slut for daddy, maybe he’ll reward you with his cock, because you and I both know that’s what my girl wants is her daddy’s thick cock splittin’ her in fuckin’ half. Ain’t that right, baby love?”

“YES!” You yelled, voice strained and on the verge of cracking as you started to roll your hips back against his hand, meeting the harsh thrusts of his fingers just as the back gate opened—

“Hey! I brought the Modelos—OH FUCK!” Tommy yelled in surprise, nearly dropping the case of beer in his arms at the sight of you coming undone around Joel’s fingers.

“GOD DAMMIT, TOMMY! I FUCKIN’ SAID YOU COULDN’T COME OVER!” Joel snapped, thrusting his fingers faster as he briefly glanced over his shoulder at his brother, “can’t ya damn well see I’m a little busy punishin’ my girl for bein’ a fuckin’ brat?!”

You weakly waved in Tommy’s direction, before completely giving into the pleasure with a blissed out look plastered on your face, “pass me one of those when we’re done! I’m parched!”

“Yeah, you’re fuckin’ parched alright.” Joel growled against your ear.

“Some things never change, ain’t that right Artie?” Tommy snickered as he attempted to crouch down and pet her, but she hissed and swatted at his hand.

“TOMMY!” Joel snapped, using his freehand to push his swim trunks over his hips so that he could replace his fingers with his cock. “Make yourself useful and gimme one of those beers, would ya!” He spit into his palm as his cock sprang free and slapped up against his stomach. He gave the base of his cock a few quick pumps before he slipped his fingers out of you, your pussy made a wet squelching noise as he slowly fed you his cock, inch by inch, stretching you open till he was bottomed out with his hips firmly pressed against your ass. The float had deflated considerably, but man, it was a trooper.

Tommy walked over, beer in hand, doing his best to not smirk at the scene unfolding before him as he held the beer out in Joel’s direction. “What did she do this time?” He mused.

Joel snatched the beer from his hand, twisting the cap off with his teeth before he took a swig, bringing his freehand down against your ass.

“I called him—fuck.” You moaned deeply, lip harshly taken between your teeth when he stretched you open. God, did you love your man’s cock.

“She called me a fuckin’ pussy.” Joel snapped his hips forward with his hand acting as an anchor around your hip. He took another swig from the bottle, blunt fingernails digging into your skin, “now fuck yourself on daddy’s cock like the good little slut that you are, baby love.”

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Title: The Cursed Prince

Author: Trolley

Artists: Yad (Twitter: naiad_r) and Zarth (AO3: Zarth)

Beta Reader: do_sugar

Rating: Mature

Warnings: temporary MCD

Word Count: 35k

Posting Date: Tuesday, October 1st

Summary:  The reigning council of Regines hires a disreputable mercenary fighter to protect their prince from a demon’s curse. It goes well for all of two days.

Stupid spindles. Stupid princes who argue curse semantics. Now Wade’s got to go rescue his brat of a charge from the tower guarded by a seemingly invincible spider demon. It’d help if he could figure out why the demon’s acting so strange, but the council is too busy breathing down his neck to listen and Spidey is so gods-be-damned cryptic.

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Title: Enchanted to Meet You

Author(s): @mscaptainwinchester

Artist: @gensyz

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Minor Violence, A/B/O dynamics

Word Count: 40k

Posting Date: Friday, October 4

Summary: Peter is an omega who only wants to read his science journals in peace, but his orphaned status means he must marry. He could marry Baron Osborn’s son, Harry, but Peter isn’t interested. Enter Duke Wade Wilson, werewolf recluse, returning to the ton for the first time in a decade. The rumors color him as a brutal murderer, but Peter only sees a handsome, kind, funny alpha who looks at him like the stars are hung in his eyes. Can the two of them survive the season long enough to find their happily ever after, or will the pressures of societal expectations and the threat of ruin tear them apart before they’ve begun?

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Title: Survive the Horde 101

Author(s): sparkstarthetrashcan / sparkstar-trash

Artist: ScrapBunny-Art / Scrapbunny_

Rating:Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Word Count: 11,111

Posting Date:October 7th

Summary: Peter’s first day teaching at Brooklyn Visions Academy couldn’t go any worse than a Sandman attack… or could it?

A tacky choker collar trend goes viral, but it’s not as innocent as it first seems. More and more students are pulled into its clutches, until even the Ultimate Spider-Man, Miles Morales, is part of the Horde.

Trying to survive the Not-Zombie Zombie Apocalypse isn’t all bad, though. Especially when he finds a certain survivor, the hot P.E. Teacher

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Title: A-Romantic Attraction?

Author: babyboysnek

Artist: n07marvel

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Word Count: 10,000

Posting Date: October 10, 2024

Summary: Peter Parker is in love with Wade Wilson. In any other universe, Wade Wilson would be ecstatic. But this is not one of those universes. In this universe, Wade is aromantic and despite a passionate night they had years ago, Wade is just not romantically interested in Peter. It’s not like he doesn’t love the guy. But it’s complicated. They, of course, have never had proper communication. Ellie thinks they are big ol idiots that need to talk like adults. She would be right.

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Title: make no sound

Author: bisexualbarry

Artist: violettavonviolet

Rating: mature

Warnings: Depictions of violence, minor character death

Word Count: 14,600

Posting Date: October 13

Summary: When seven teen counselors get the opportunity to have another night at Hackett’s Quarry summer camp without any adults or kids around, they want to have fun with it. A simple bonfire to signal the end of summer and bring on what will come next. But there’s something lurking in the shadows that the camp leader failed to mention. And it may make or break them.

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Title: The Second Secret

Author: Mythicaltzu

Artist: skelet0andro

Rating: Teen

Warnings: No warnings apply

Word Count: 16,800

Posting Date: October 23, 2024

Summary: Wherein Peter grapples with the age-old question: If you can’t trust a semi-reformed mercenary strapped with dozens of weapons, who can you trust?

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Title: So Glad (I Stuck Around)

Author: @chiayhorchata

Artists: @xpyne & @thepossumcore 

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Word Count: 17,052

Posting Date: October 26 

Summary: Wade Wilson is aware of who and what he is. Thank you very much. 

He knows he is issues upon issues all wrapped up in the nastiest package anyone has ever seen, he’s a violent, suicidal mess, he’s unlovable and destroys everything and everyone he touches. He knows he used up all of his good luck when Spider-Man allowed him to follow along for his patrols and dried up the well when Peter became his friend.

So, forgive him if he’s a little shocked when Peter asks him out on a date, a real, totally serious, no joking, romantic date. He’s a lot more shocked when the hero actually wants a romantic relationship with the mercenary.

It seems that Peter Parker is determined to prove Wade wrong on everything he believes about himself. Fuck.

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Title: New Beginnings

Author(s): LoaDyron

Artist: ten9th

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Body Dysmorphia, Schizophrenia, Bipolar2, BDSM (biting), Masturbation.

Word Count: 74,706

Posting Date: October 28

Summary: Since Peter and Wade made the decision to give their relationship another chance, everything is going well for them. Love is in the air, and they are both really excited to make their feelings official, even if they still need to work through some issues to maintain their relationship. They rent a new house since they are ready to live together.

But there are secrets that each of them must confess to one another.

Still terrified that Peter may reject him, Wade faces the dilemma of showing his face despite his promise to Spidey to finally reveal his appearance.

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Title: The Alpha Choice

Author(s): Giddywords

Artist: Littes

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Charles Xavier/Erik Lehnsherr, Slavery, Mildly Dubious Consent , Modern Days

Word Count: 25,095

Posting Date: October 29

Summary: Wade doesn’t want to mate – he has a mansion full of omegas to take care of already. But because of his ruts and social pressure he goes to an Omega Orphanage to buy an expensive good-behaved spouse mate for life.

Instead he looks at this cheap one, glaring at him, smelling of fury and disdain, that is clearly rebellious: Peter Parker doesn’t know how to cook, has a bad temper, is too smart for an omega, and hates Wade’s guts – but beside all that, he’s still the Alpha choice.

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He whimpered as he reached your waist to pull you off his overly sensitive pulsating cock, your wet folds sinking down on him with another breathy moan Tumbling from your lips.

His attempts were good for nothing as fat tears rolled down his flushed teal cheeks, your hands on his chest, chasing your upteenth orgasm as he begged to go slow, fucking him low and slow, drawling out the climax as much as you can, making him suffer in immense pleasure.

He looked up at you with teary eyes, mouth agape as he panted heavily leaning against the palm tree, the bark digging into his back but he didn't care, all his attention was on the way your pussy swallowed his cock like a snug glove designed for him, but the overwhelming sensation was making him go CRAZY as he watched your hips roll over his, your lewd moans were music to his ears, the jiggle and bounce of your tits were just enough to make him loose himself in you.

His tail thrashed like a wild cat, biting down on his lip to stop himself from moaning out loud, your Siren eyes knew everything, your submissive little plaything loved it when you-

"what happened, big boy? Go on, scream out my name, say my name, let them know who you belong to"

You crooned in his neck as he moaned, his grip on your waist tightened as he felt himself getting closer to another nerve-wracking orgasm "um'ma please- please go slow, yawne, fuck!-"

he groaned loudly as goosebumps spread through your body when he came and painted your red walls white, thick ropes of cum coating your pussy, not long before you came after him, gushing over his twitching cock still buried deep inside you.

You laid on top of him, both of you a panting plie of mess as his breath staggered, your face in his neck, planting soft kisses on the smooth skin of his chest and neck, sucking playfully time to time, his hands roaming on your back and hair.

He whimpered softly holding your hand softly and brought his braid forward for you to see, the pink tendrils of his queue dancing together "y- yawne- pha- please" begging you desperately but be was cut off by your kiss on his lips, silencing him into oblivion as his lips moved against yours, pulling you closer.

"shh shh~ I know I know" you whispered, your breath fanning over his lips, resting your forehead on his as you brought your kuru over and connected them, both of your gasps filled the air around you, your minds intertwined together on a level above a physical understanding.

"Ole nagti kameie" he whispered, tail wagging behind, forehead to forehead, nose to nose as he smiled softly.

"Ole nagti kameie"

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SENDER Reader (Fem) RECIPITENT Beast!Dazai (BSD) CONTENTS 17+ CONTENT NSFW, dub-con, usage of 'daddy', fem pet names, dry humping, grinding, bratty impatient reader, implied sugar daddy dazai, dirty talk, degradation, implied unsafe bindings (stay safe during bondage guys!), no lube/dry penetration, maso/sadi, jealous dazai, slight edging, orgasm denial,mean dazai but slightly sweet dazai during aftercare NOTE It's not your fault. It's not your fault there's nothing better to do. It's not your fault daddy promised to be in bed with you soon. You needed him, and he was too busy with the work he promised to have finished earlier! You wouldn't let him get away with this. But - who really has the upper-hand here? COMPANY Lolita

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This was a dangerous game to play.

How you were going to go about this was a gamble, one that could either go in your favour - or horribly otherwise.

Danger thrilled you. And perhaps maybe that is why you paraded right into Dazai's office wearing nothing but his black trench coat.

" Oh? "

His pen was placed on the desk gently. Gaze eyeing you up and down with an eyebrow quirked up in curiosity. " What are you up to, bella? "

You stood there at the entrance with cockiness written all over your face. He knew what you were up to, he knew all too well what you wanted and he decided to play cruel.

Displaying yourself to him in such a teasing manner was the dangerous game. Your bitchiness that will follow will be more reason for him to punish you. You wore your favourite black-lace panties that hung low on your hips, your pretty pussy nearly peeking from the fabric as it hung loose. Dazai's coat was much too big for you, which described why the sleeves covered your hands entirely and you left the jacket unzipped purposefully, the coat just barely covering your nipples, enough to tease - but not enough to satisfy.

" I'm bored. " You hummed, as innocent as an angel, making your way over to his desk.

You twirled his signature red scarf around your hands, pulling the coats sleeves up your forearms to reveal your fingers, adorned with the expensive finger he had bought you.

" I told you I was almost done, did I not? " Dazai stifled a small laugh, sucking in a nervous breath. He wore a white blouse and some black jeans while working in his second office. There had been an incident he needed to look over and the last thing he needed was a distraction.

Dazai really did love you, but it seemed that no amount of training was able to keep a brat like you in one place.

" You're taking too long! " You pouted, hands slamming on his desk as you bent over just slightly, the coat yielding and allowing him to peek at your perked nipples. " My butt hurts waiting for you in our room, so..! "

Standing back up straight, you swayed your hips around the table and - pap! Sat right on his lap, sliding in between his legs very soon after with your back pressed to his chest. " ..This is much more comfortable. "

You emphasise so by wiggling your hips left and right before his hands clamped down on the sides of your hips to stop your ass from digging further against his crotch.

" Princess. " His shaky breath earned a grin from you. " Now's really not the time, okay? I'm almost done, I promise. " He tried to pick up his pen but you kicked your legs, your body moving with the force of so, " But daddy! Please! " You cried out. " At least let me sit down until you're finished! "

Giving in, it was probably for the best knowing you'll bother him either way. " Then I expect you to not move. " Rubbing your hips as his iron grip relented, " Am I clear? "

Of course you weren't going to behave. You deserve to act out every now and then, especially when mean Dazai left you waiting for so long!

" Mhm! " Your head idly rocked with a childish tune playing in your head, leaning back slightly to allow Dazai some movement. He picked his pen back up and began to write while you tried to focus on the fast, cursive writing but just couldn't.

The many words had your brain jumbled and you kept on yawning before daddy even had a chance to tend to you after promising he would.

" Daddy, this is boring. " You complained only to be given a small 'tch, tch' as a response.

Even you talking was enough to distract him. It made you upset, and when you were upset, consequences weren't something you worried or even thought about.

You tried singing, he'd pinch your thigh. You tried humming, he'd pinch your thigh. You repositioned slightly to get more comfortable, he'd pinch your thigh.

It was torture to be kept here waiting especially after you spent so long not only anticipating him meeting you tonight but also convincing Chuuya why you needed Dazai's trench coat and scarf.

You reached over to pick a pen from the cupholder just almost out of your reach and leaned back after. Dazai must've thought you wanted to keep your hands busy since you began to twirl the pen in your fingers. But oh, no.

Because while he was busy on yet another useless paragraph, you scribbled a small little heart in the corner of the page. He didn't seem to like that.

" Princess. " He warned, but you only giggled in the face of his growing anger. " Whaaaat? I'm not doing anything bad! " You threw your head back and looked up, Dazai's head turned down to look at your stupid little smirk. He wasn't impressed, but you both knew deep down he was enjoying this. If that hard thing pressing in between your ass wasn't any indication.

" You can keep acting like a bitch as much as you want, but you know how this is going to end. " He left it at that, knowing you well enough to expect you to continue until he has you flipped over, choking back your words.

" Mm-mm, " You shook your head, scribbling more love-hearts into corner of the page, small little doodles, " I'm only being nice. Daddy's being unfair. " Your legs kicked back and forth as you drew away on the page as though it were your sketchpad.

With Dazai's patience running low, he put his pen away to gather his sheets to read over, his head peering over your shoulder at his notes. Organising information was hard. It was even harder when he had his princess humping back into his half-erect cock.

You could swear that he was reading slow on purpose just to piss you off. You needed his attention now. In a bold move, the next words spoken would end up changing a night that could've ended on a much nicer note.

" Would've just gone to Chuuya if I knew you were gonna be this mean. "

You didn't even have enough time to gasp before your head was pushed down onto the desk, your body bent suddenly and it ached with the unprepared stretch. Your whine came late, but the palm shoving your cheek down made your words muffle until he pulled back , tearing the red scarf from around your neck and bringing it behind you where your vision couldn't see. You didn't dare move from the new position he put you into.

" Ow, ow, daddy! " Your overreactions didn't earn you any pity as he bound your wrists together behind your back securely. It was a little too tight, but that's just how you liked it.

" Can't wait at all, can you? " He huffed, your head still resting on the table, on top of a few of his beloved documents that he spent so long researching for and writing.

" My fault for spoiling you so much, isn't it princess? Lettin' you run the show how you like it. " Unzipping his fly with haste, he let his cock spring free while his other hand pulled the trench coat belonging to him that you were wearing over your bottom, pulling your panties down and letting them pool down at your feet. " Baby got too greedy, now she's gonna be reminded just what she is. "

" But you-! " Your mouth shot open in a gargled cry as he shoved his rock hard dick into your unprepared hole. You were barely wet enough for it to slide in and out comfortably. There was only so much your pussy could give when you had to go through about an hour of being denied. " Daddy! Hurts! Hurts! " You wailed, your legs kicking back and knees buckling with the horribly uncomfortable intrusion. Daddy's cock was thick and long enough for you to feel it push against that certain organ deep around your plush walls. You felt a stabbing pain in your lower abdomen that surged through your body and you thought that maybe this had not been worth it after all.

Hooking a hand under your stomach to keep you from completely falling to the floor, Dazai held your hips and began to thrust as he pleased, picking up pace into something deep but slow.

He would have happily slammed fast if he wanted to, but you only now were beginning to provide him with some self-made lubrication. " Fuck, baby. " He groaned, watching how your cute pussy would stretch around his cock as he'd slam in and how it'd return to it's small plumpness when he'd pull out to the tip only.

It was such an addicting sight, he could silence out your little begs and apologies in favour of watching your pussy instead.

" Dah-ddy! " You squealed, trying to gain his attention, to alert him of the pain.

" Hurts, it hurts, really, for re-al! " Your voice cracked with a hard thrust that made the desk inch forward.

" If that were the case, you wouldn't be getting so wet over this, would you? "

Dazai acknowledged the pain you were allegedly feeling but made no effort in helping soothe.

" Good girls get rewards. Bad girls get punished. Those are the rules. " Dazai was so, so mean. Your tears did not sway him to go easy. " No bitch of mine is bringing up Chuuya while she grinds down on my dick like a cock-hungry whore. "

" I'm sorry that I said it! " You tried to apologise but knew that ultimately, daddy's word was final.

You had no option but to stay still and take daddy's idea of a fit punishment for today.

At this point, your body had given in to the abuse your pussy was given and finally, that pain evolved into something more hot and arousing as precipitation pooled between your legs.

" Then you've learned for next time, hm? "

Dazai was grateful feeling himself slip in and out easier. His thrusts became more brutal and he seemed to care more about his table that kept moving in sync with his thrusts than you.

You were being used as a cocksleeve.

" Aah- aa-a-aah.. " Your body bounced and rubbed against the polished wood all while you tried to form coherent thoughts.

You thought that maybe, just maybe, you preferred this over daddy's usual spanking.

" G'nna..! Cum! Daddy, think I'm gonna! " You cried out, drool wetting the sheets.

" Hold it. " The command alone made your body seize up with fear. " No! " You choked on a mixture of a sob and a moan. " I'm gonna die, daddy! I'm gonna die, please, please! "

He relished in the way your feet raised to pull his thighs in closer into you, begging him to cum inside you and to give you the early orgasm you wanted so bad.

" Just be a good girl. Just this fuckin' once. Can ya do that? "

You really did sob this time.

Unsure how long you could hold back your orgasm, just before you were pushed over the edge - Dazai pulled out entirely and you shrieked.

Rubbing his cock on your soft ass, you felt thick, hot ropes of his seed squirt lines over your plump behind, wiping away any excess on your inner thigh, just about touching your neglected pussy.

" Noo.. no.. " Your voice was hoarse from shouting, small body hiccuping little sobs at the orgasm stolen from you.

" I said bad girls get punished. " Dazai replied coldly, taking a seat back into his chair after undoing the knot keeping your wrists tied.

At first, you couldn't move, and he watched his cum trickle down your thighs and onto the floor. You stayed crying quietly for a while on the desk until you pulled yourself together - enough to stand up (albeit shakily) to take the two steps forward to be held in Dazai's arms.

" Daddy, daddy, sorry, 'm sorry, I am, I am! "

You held onto his shirt with shaking fists, shivering like you were left out wet in the cold.

" Shh, shh, I know you are. I know you are, princess. "

Cheeks and nose flushed red from tears, his hand rubbed up and down your thigh, squeezing the flesh when he could.

" You can be a good girl when you want to. "

" Y-eah. " You cleared your sore throat, breath hitching every now and then with a hard inhale.

" Daddy had to be mean today, you know why, don't you, my brave girl? " Dazai cooed to you, tucking strands of your hair behind your ear so he could get a better view of your tear-streaked face.

" I was bad today, never again, not gonna be bad again. "

" That's my good girl. "

You say it and promise it. You swear it up and down and daddy will give you what you want soon after.

And even then, it'll barely be another two weeks before your next punishment.

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Geto Suguru Masterlist

Fics:

Childhood - Angst WC: 6.6k Leaving so soon? - Yan!Geto The Assistant Program - Yan!Geto The Host - Host!Suguru x Foreign!Reader

Blurbs/Thoughts:

Entertainment - Cult leader Geto Thoughts Blurb - Haibara's Senpai Aftercare - blurb Geto is not a brat tamer always - blurb Suguru taking care of curls - blurb Geto with someone tsundere - blurb College Student!Geto -blurb General Doctor! Geto - blurb Little Lamb - Cult leader geto blurb Big ol napper sugu Mean tongue kisser Suguru lets his pet have a taste Geto is an acts of service husband How Geto says your name How Geto does your babygirl's hair Geto is a clingy man Doesn't do the whole video game thing Hard to argue with him But he makes it up the way he knows how

Asks/anon yaps:

Little lamb ask - Little lamb ask - sex a punishment? Little lamb ask - ribbon Little lamb - Cult bullies Little Lamb/Eldritch Geto Little lamb returns - punishment Geto giving piercings as punishment Geto w/ so/o relationship w/twins Nerd!Geto

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Three’s Company - Wednesday Addams x Joel Glicker x Fem!Reader

Summary: As Becky’s daughter from a previous marriage, you’re forced to spend your summers at Camp Chipewa. This year, your long time friend (and crush) Joel Glicker has been forced to attend. He’s got eyes for the new girl, and you’re not one to fight for a boys attention. Will you make friends with the strange girl, or will you envy her?

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 9,183

Warnings: underage smoking, thinly veiled racism, mostly canon compliant, slow burn, unrequited love (but not actually), full on spoilers for Addams Family Values, friends to lovers, bisexual reader, bisexual wednesday

Disclaimer: Reader is meant to be the same age as Wednesday and Joel. Trans fem, poc, and plus size reader friendly. You are Becky’s biological daughter but I didn’t specify any defining characteristics nor anything about the bio dad. If you feel like I’m wrong please feel free to tell me. I had a big ol crush on these two as a kid and after learning Joel is played by the same guy that plays Bernard, another childhood crush, I knew I had to write something for my younger self.

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The year was 1993 and it was summer once again. Unfortunately for you, that meant the next few months would be spent cleaning up Camp Chippewa owned by your mother and step father and then “helping” the campers have a good time. Yeah, right. For years your mom and Gary have tried to get you to be a camp counsellor, but you would rather be burned at the stake. You think they’ve given up, thinking you’re in your “moody teenager” phase and will grow to love the place. Fat chance. This place has been your prison since you were young.

The camp had finally opened and the campers and their parents starts pouring in. Old friends greeted each other again as you sat on a stump near by smoking a cigarette. You actually hated cigarettes, the taste and the smell was disgusting to you but it pissed Gary and your mom off and that’s more satisfying. You planned on only smoking of a while but unfortunately, you got hooked. You knew it wasn’t fair to the other kids to be around that but they were all spoiled little rich brats anyway.

Speaking of, you watched as Amanda Buckman introduced herself to a young girl and her family all dressed in black. You had been watching them for a while, you liked their style and thought they were odd against the sea of pastels.

Amanda was definitely your mom and Gary’s favourite. You could tell they wished she was their daughter instead of you and she ate that up. Whatever, they’re all shallow and boring anyway.

“Why do you look like that?” You heard Amanda sneer. God, you could just punch her.

“Like what?” The daughter of the family responded.

“Like you’re going to a funeral. Why are you dressed like somebody died?” It’s called ‘being cool’, Amanda. Look it up. You rolled your eyes as you took another drag of your cigarette, finishing it off before dropping it on the ground and stepping on it to put it out.

“Wait.” The girl replied, almost threateningly.

You snorted as you passed by them and said under your breath. “God, I hope it’s me.”

You could hear Amanda’s parents start to introduce themselves as you walked away. You noticed a familiar face in the crowd and made your way towards them, your spirits lifting knowing you won’t be alone this year.

Before you could reach them, your hand was grabbed by your mother and she turned you around and forced you to stay put, one of the fakest smiles you’ve ever seen on her face. It also held a secret warning ‘don’t embarrass us’.

Gary blew that god awful whistle which made you want to rip it from him and throw it in the lake. Everyone quieted down and turned towards you. God, this is torture.

“Attention! Hey, listen up everybody! I’m Gary Granger!”

“And I’m Becky-Martin Granger! And this is our daughter, (Y/N) Martin-Granger.” She held your shoulders to keep you still as you scowled. “(Y/N) Martin…” you huffed, causing your mom to tighten her grip on you as a warning while everyone clapped.

“We’re the owners and directors here at Camp Chippewa. America’s foremost facility for, privileged young adults!” Gary explained. More like privileged little white middle class kids…

“And we’re all here to learn, to grow, and to just plain have fun!” Your mom squawked next to me.

“Because that’s what being privileged is all about!” Gary finished for her and they started clapping and jumping like toddlers. They were so delusional.

As everyone started going back to greeting their friends and talking, You slinked away from your mom and Gary and went over to where you were trying to go in the first place.

He seemed distracted as his parents fussed over him, his inhaler hanging out of his gaping mouth. “Joel?” You managed to snap him out of his daze and he looked over at you.

“(Y/N)! Hi. I-I forgot your parents owned this place.” He nervously stuttered. He always was shy and anxious, that’s what drew you to him in the first place.

“Wish I could say the same. Hello Mr. And Mrs. Glicker.” You addressed his parents.

“Hello…” Mrs. Glicker reluctantly replied. You’ve known the Glickers for years. Pretty much since you were a kid. You go to the same school as Joel and you were in the same class a few times in a row. You became pretty good friends pretty quickly and you started to harbour a little crush on the boy. His parents liked you when you were younger, but now that you’re older you think they disapprove of how you live and act but they also don’t want to ban Joel from seeing you due to him not having many friends. It’s just been you and Joel for years.

“Come on, Joel. I’ll show you around. It’s not gonna be as unbearable now that you’re here.” You smiled at him and lead him away from his overbearing parents.

“Hey…do you…know who that girl in all black was?” Joel nervously asked as he fidgeted with his hands.

“Uhhhh…” You tried to think back on who he may have been talking about and remembered the family that stuck out like a sore thumb. “Oh! Uh no, I don’t know her name but I know who you’re talking about. Why?” You had a feeling you knew why, but you wanted him to say it.

“Oh uh…” He hunched in on himself, something he does often. “Well I just…oh it’s nothing.”

“It’s not nothing. You like her don’t you. You think she’s cute.” You elbow him playfully. You didn’t get a good look at her but she seems to be close in age to you and she definitely wasn’t ugly.

“She’s not cute! She’s…she’s beautiful.”

That stung a little, not going to lie. But…you’re not going to fight for the attention of a man of all things.

~

Gary was out on the dock with a group of campers split into boys and girls. Wednesday, as you soon learned her name, and her brother Pugsley were the ones that stood out the most with their black swimsuits as per usual. Joel…well Joel looked like an idiot sported a huge mask and snorkel along with those huge flippers on his feet.

You were sat too far away on shore to hear what he was saying but suddenly Amanda jumped in the water and started flailing about and screaming for help in the most fake way possible.

You needed a cigarette.

As you got up and left, Joel watched you from the dock, feeling a little dejected that you left. Wednesday cocked an eyebrow in interest.

~

You were laying in your very uncomfortable bed as the girls told ghost stories. They had no idea what real horror was. They’d probably cry during a Halloween movie.

The girls let out a fake scream at Amanda’s shitty storytelling before she set the flashlight on Wednesday who was laying in her bed reading a book. How she could read that in the dark you couldn’t figure out.

“This is dumb.” She said, uninterested.

“Well if you can’t do it…” the blonde teased.

Wednesday shut her book and sat up, facing the others. “And so the next night, the ghost returned to the haunted cabin. And he said to the campers ‘None of you really believe in me. So I’ll have to prove my power.’ And the next morning, when the campers woke up, all of their old noses had grown back.”

You jumped as the girls started screaming bloody murder. You laughed at their horror of a rhinoplasty being undone. How pathetic.

Wednesday glanced over at you, amused that someone saw the dark humour in her story.

~

The next morning before breakfast, everyone was dressed and talking amongst themselves.

The door to the cabin opened and in walked Pugsley who immediately went for Wednesday’s bed in the corner.

“What are you doing in here?” Amanda screeched. “Get out! This is the girls cabin!”

“Shut up. He’s allowed to visit his sister.” You used your authority for once to make her drop it as you flicked your lighter open and closed.

Wednesday silently appreciated it as Amanda huffed.

About 10 minutes later the door opens once again with Gary coming through with Becky behind him.

“Mail call!” He announced. “Addams.” He handed Wednesday a letter.

“Barkley, Castleman, Callaway, Dexter, Dunman, Edwards, Evans, Finley, Fischer” Becky listed off.

“Oh no.” Wednesday stood up.

“What is it?” Pugsley asked.

You glanced over at them.

“This is unspeakable.”

“Is something wrong Wednesday? Bad news?” Your mom exaggerated a frown.

“This is the worst thing that has ever happened in the history of human events…” She turned to her brother. “Uncle Fester is getting married.”

“A wedding? But that’s great news!” Gary chimed in.

“Speak for yourself, homewrecker.” You whispered to yourself.

“To who?” Amanda sat up.

“The nanny.”

“Get out of the cabin!” She stood up. “I mean, I’d kill myself. The help?!” Holy shit you wanted to punch her.

“I’m sure she’s a very nice lady.” Becky said, although you could tell she agreed with Amanda.

“I think that’s disgusting.” The girl sneered. “I think their whole family’s like some weird medical experiment. I think they’re like, circus people.”

“Amanda!” You quickly sat up and shouted at her. Your mom made a face at you and made a gesture for you to calm down.

“What did you say?” Pugsley got defensive and stepped forward.

“Campers!” Becky yelled out and clapped to get everyone’s attention. “Group hug!” Everyone got out of their bunks and went to Becky and Gary to join in. Gary and your mom looked over at you expectantly.

“If you touch me, I’ll stab you.” You said as you had laid back down and were filing your nails.

Gary grimaced as your mom glared at you before they turned their attention to the Addams kids.

“Wednesday…” Gary broke from the group hug and made his way over to the two. “Pugsley…will a hug hurt us?”

“We don’t hug.” Wednesday replied.

“Ohh they’re just shy.” Becky reasoned.

“We’re not shy.” Pugsley started.

“We’re contagious.” Wednesday ended.

Gary and Becky retracted their hands awkwardly.

“I’m sensing some friction here. Something not quite Chippewa.” Gary said as a few of the girls nodded and agreed verbally. “But hey no problemo! All they need are good friends, good fun, and a little time in the Harmony Hut.”

Oh god…the Harmony Hut.

After the siblings were shown to the Harmony Hut you decided to go after them. You made your way to the small cabin away from everyone else, cigarette lit between your lips. You were going to need it if you were going back there.

When you finally got there, you dropped your cigarette and extinguished it. Before you could open the door, you heard screaming.

You quickly opened the door and looked to your left where Joel was pressed against the wall screaming in terror at a Michael Jackson poster on the opposite wall.

“Joel!” You hit his shoulder trying to get his attention. “Relax! It’s not like he’s actually here.”

Joel finally managed to calm down and reached in his pocket and pulled out his inhaler. You rolled your eyes and gently patted his back.

“What are you in for?” Wednesday asked as if she already asked this question.

“Nothing. I came here on my own free will.” You walked over to the white wicker seat that didn’t have a bunch of stuffed animals on it and sat down, spreading your legs and leaning back as you crossed your arms.

You looked around the place, a wave of nostalgia coming back. It held some good memories, but was also where a lot of trauma happened.

When you were younger, younger than the average campers age, your mom didn’t know what to do with you. She didn’t want to look after you and there wasn’t anyone else to watch you and she didn’t trust nanny’s. So, she had oh so graciously let you stay in the Harmony Hut. That’s mostly why it was so childish inside and why all the movies were Disney. You spent your whole summer in this cabin. Left alone for hours on end, only seeing someone if it was your mom or Gary coming to bring fetch you for mealtimes or if they stuck a “disobedient” kid inside with you. Most of the time those kids were nice and just misunderstood. It wasn’t until you were older that you were allowed to roam the campground freely if you promised to help out. You were excited at first, but quickly realized how awful your mom and Gary had been treating some of the kids that “weren’t normal”. Funny how they always ended up being the fat, non-white, non-able bodied, lower income kids. That really ticked you off. And anytime you tried to bring up their prejudices, they would brush you off and say you were too young to understand. That’s when you started to become defiant. And that’s when you started looking out of the little guys, the weirdos, the misfits. That’s why you had to watch over Joel. You knew he was going to be eaten alive.

“Why?” asked Pugsley.

“To watch you suffer…and to make sure Joel doesn’t go crazy.” You replied.

“We won’t suffer.” Wednesday retorts.

“Oh no? Why’s that?”

“We’re Addamses!” Pugsley grins.

“Right….” You flopped your head back.

After a few minutes of silence Wednesday spoke up. “Are they really your parents?”

“What?” I lifted my head and looked at her.

“Gary and Becky. At orientation they said you’re their daughter. Is that really true?”

You sighed. “Unfortunately, yes. Well, Becky is my biological mother. Gary is my step dad.”

“What happened to your actual dad?” Pugsley asked.

“I don’t know. I was an accident. My mother is too pro-life and refused to abort me. Although I think I would have preferred that. She never talks about him so I have no idea who he is or how to find him. Gary came into the picture and married my mom when I was 4. I never did like him. Life was alright until he came around.”

Joel fidgeted from his seat, he had taken the stuffed bears out of the other chair and threw them on the floor so he could sit down. He knew how much you didn’t like to talk about them.

“Speaking of marriage. Your uncle and the nanny, huh? That’s interesting.” You changed the topic.

“It’s awful.” Wednesday corrected.

“Right.” You sighed.

~

“(Y/N). (Y/N)!” Someone was shaking you awake.

“Ugh…what?” You opened your eyes and looked over your shoulder, it was close to bedtime for the campers but you had fallen asleep sooner. You saw Amanda hovering over you.

“The weird kids and that nerd boy are trying to break out.” She snitched.

“So? Good for them.” You turned back around and closed your eyes.

“Ugh! You’re no help. I’m telling Beck and Gary.” She stomped off with her entourage of blondes.

You sighed and decided to get up and see what was going on, at least for Joel’s sake. The Addams kids could probably handle themselves.

You finally caught up to group as they were getting chastised.

“I have allergies.” Joel whimpered. Damn it…he was cute.

“Oh you’re allergic?” Becky mocked. “To sunshine, and archery, and crafts?” God she pissed you off. She knew he had actual allergies.

“Yes.” Joel snapped back. You had to hold back a snort.

“I think they should be punished.” Amanda smirked. “Punished! Punished! Punished!” She chanted, which caused other kids to step in.

“No! NO! We are not here to punish.” Becky corrected. “We are here to inspire.” She put her arm around Amanda’s shoulders.

“Campers…do you know what I think our little ninja friends here need?” Gary asked the group. “Do you know what just might turn their sad and potentially wasted little lives right on around?”

“What?” Joel asked timidly and he moved from side to side.

Gary was handed a guitar and he strummed a tune before everyone started to sing ‘Kumbaya’. You immediately turned around and left. They were on their own now.

~

It was later in the night, you were unable to go back to sleep so you decided to have one last cigarette for the night. You really needed to quit but damn did it help.

You were walking around close to the lake. It was always quiet and peaceful at night. You noticed Wednesday never returned to the cabin. You suspected another trip to the Harmony Hut. That was, until you saw her, or at least the silhouette of her sat on a bench looking towards the lake next to Joel. You could faintly hear their conversation.

“Are you really allergic?” She inquired.

“Uh huh. To almost everything.” He replied

“No, you’re not.” She challenged.

“Am, too!” He defended. “I can’t have dairy products, or wear wool, or drink fluoridated water. Do you know what happens if my mom uses a fabric softener?” His mom had to be some kind of hypochondriac because you really don’t think he’s allergic to everything.

“What?” Wednesday asks.

“I die!” Joel says dramatically.

You watch as Wednesday scoots over to sit closer to him and sigh as you drop your cigarette on the ground and put it out before walking back to the cabin.

This sucks. But if she wants him, she can have him. She seems cool enough anyway, and Joel really likes her. It’s not worth getting in a petty cat fight over.

~

It was the next day and you were avoiding everyone. You didn’t even eat breakfast or lunch. You actually went back to the Harmony Hut since you knew no one would find you there. You had to mope around and mourn any chance you may have had with Joel. The sooner you do that. The sooner you can get over him.

You decided to cheer yourself up by getting back at that little blonde brat for all the shit she’s pulled so far.

You walked deep through the forest, a basket and thick rubber gloves on your hands. You saw what you were looking for just up ahead. Poison Ivy bushes.

You were covered to protect yourself from plant as you harvested some of the leaves, putting them in your basket. Once you had enough you stood up and stretched before picking up the basket, holding it in your elbow.

“What are you doing?” A monotone voice called out behind you causing you to jump and turn around.

“Jesus, Wednesday. You nearly scared me to death.” You huffed.

“Pity. That would’ve been a good show.” She tried to joke.

You huffed a laugh and answered her question. “I was picking Poison Ivy.”

“What for?”

“I’m going to rub it all over Amanda’s bed. Want to help me?” You asked.

Wednesday gave something sort of a small smile and nodded.

You both walked back to camp in silence until you spoke up. “So…you and Joel, huh?”

“What about him?”

“You like him.”

“I don’t hate him. But I don’t hate you either.” She clarifies.

“I don’t hate you either. I think you’re odd, but I like that. You’re different from everyone else and I enjoy it.” You smile.

“Thank you. I asked him to come with me to my Uncle Fester’s wedding. I have a pass and I’m allowed one guest.”

“I see. Well I hope you have fun. Or well…I suppose you won’t. So I hope you’re extremely unhappy.” I chuckle.

Wednesday smiles slightly at your understanding of her feelings. “You can come too if you’d like. Pugsley is allowed one guest too and he hasn’t chosen one yet.”

“Oh! I…I wouldn’t want to impose…” you stuttered. You were flattered that she offered it in the first place.

“You won’t be. No one will mind. They’re very understanding.” She assured.

“Thank you…” You both walked in silence a bit longer before Wednesday broke it this time.

“You like him don’t you?”

“Who?” You asked, although you had an idea who she was referring to.

“Joel.”

“Oh…um…well yes. He’s my friend. Has been for a very long time. Of course I like him.” You tried to deflect.

“You know what I mean.”

You sigh. “Yes…I do like him. I have for a while now. But it’s ok. I know he likes you and you like him as well. I’m not going to fight for his attention, he made his choice and I respect it. And if he were to have a crush on anyone, I’m glad it’s you.”

Wednesday felt this strange feeling inside. She didn’t know what it was and she hated it. It felt weird. She respected your stance on the situation though.

~

It was the day of the Addams wedding. You were shocked that your mom actually let you go. Anything to get you away from her you guess.

Luckily you had an appropriate dress for the occasion, even luckier, you were encouraged to wear black which took up most of your wardrobe.

You sat next to Joel, who had put on a yarmulke for the occasion. He rarely ever wears it so you often forget he’s Jewish.

Wednesday walked down the aisle first, throwing dead flower petals on the ground followed by her brother holding a pillow which had a severed hand holding the ring on it. You wondered if that was a real hand.

Your answer came soon enough when it moved on its own which surprised you. But looking around at the family gathered around….You shouldn’t have been.

The only one that stuck out among the crowd of odd people dressed in black was the bride herself. Debbie you believe her name was. She wore a classic white wedding dress and she looked stunning.

As odd as everyone seemed to be…you really enjoyed being there. You loved how weird everyone was. You even got to meet Wednesday and Pugsley’s parents and wow…they were both so attractive.

You loved how attentive and loving they were to each other. You could feel the passion and respect radiating off of them. It made you yearn for a family as fun and accepting as this one.

The time came for the bouquet toss and you got lumped together with the other ladies although you had no interest. They fought over the pile of flowers before it was revealed that Wednesday had caught it.

“Now you have to get married.” Joel looked nervous.

“It’s not binding.” Wednesday replied, actually sounding a little embarrassed.

When the wedding was over, Joel and I were allowed to stay the night and Mr. And Mrs. Addams were gracious enough to give us our own rooms.

You were sat on the bed that was surprisingly comfortable despite looking all beat up. You were thinking back on how different your life could’ve been if you had a family as loving as Wednesday’s.

You wanted to smoke but felt like it was disrespectful to smoke in someone else’s house despite seeing Gomez and Pugsley sporting cigars earlier, this was their house after all, they could do what they wanted. You’d open the window but…it had bars on it for some reason.

You heard a soft knock on your door before it creaked open and Joel popped his head in.

“Hey, can I come in?” He timidly asked.

“Yeah, of course.” You moved over to make some room on the bed for him. “What’s up?”

“Nothing…I just wanted to come say goodnight.” He sat beside you. “And…well…what do you think of their family?”

“Honestly? I think they’re really weird and kinda intimidating. But I like them. I find their weirdness endearing.” I sighed.

“Yeah…” He sounded a little distracted. “Wh-what do you think of Mr. And Mrs. Addams?”

“What don’t I think of them? They’re like the perfect couple. They love and respect each other, they have passion and affection that they aren’t afraid to show no matter the company. I hope to have something like they do one day.”

“Yeah, me too.” He sighed. “And you will too. I know you will. There’s a lot to love about you.” He likes over at you and smiled.

You felt a blush heating up your face as you looked away from him.

“What about Wednesday? What do you think of her?” He pried.

“I like her. She’s different. But a fun different. I hope I can keep in touch with her after summer. I’d like to stay friends.” I sighed.

“Yeah. Me too.”

“I know you like her, Joel.”

“Huh?! N-no I don’t!” He defended. I gave him a look.

“Ok ok…yes I do. The wedding got me thinking that I’d like to spend the rest of my life with her.” He confessed.

“Oh…” I wasn’t exactly expecting that.

The clock struck midnight, twelve long gongs sounding out across the house.

“Well…I guess I should go to bed now. See you tomorrow.” He said as he stood up and walked over to the door.

“Goodnight, Joel.”

“Goodnight, (Y/N).” The door clicked shut behind him.

You sighed and laid down on your side, quickly wiping away a stray tear.

~

The next day, back at camp, Wednesday, Pugsley, Joel, and Amanda were doing archery taught by your mom and Gary. Most of the other campers were out on the water in canoes or doing other activities.

This was one of the sports you actually enjoyed doing and were pretty good at. You had your own station all to yourself next to the one where Joel was struggling to load the arrow into the bow as Wednesday was reading aloud a letter that was written to her and her brother by their Uncle.

“Glicker, gooo.” Gary impatiently moaned.

Joel stared at him and threw the arrow on the ground which caused you to snort.

“Good try.” Becky tried to sound supportive.

Joel handed the bow to Pugsley and went to the back of the line. You listened to Wednesday read the letter as you loaded your own arrow and pulled back the bow, taking aim, and then letting it go hitting a perfect bullseye. You looked to your parents hoping to get a little praise but they didn’t even acknowledge you. You heard clapping and looked over towards Joel who was smiling at you. You smiled back shyly and looked away. Wednesday had paused her reading as she watched the interaction.

“Gooo.” Gary impatiently whined as Pugsley drew the bow back and aimed upwards. A squawk was heard before a giant bird fell to the ground.

“It’s an American Bald Eagle.” Becky said is awe.

“But aren’t they extinct?” Gary asked.

“They are now.” Wednesday answered now holding the bow.

“Impressive shot.” I said.

“Thanks.” Pugsley beamed. I liked Pugsley. He was a little different compared to his family. But he was still loved all the same.

~

You were sat behind the bleachers with the Addams kids and Joel. You sat a little bit in front of them smoking. You made sure you sat in an area where the smoke would be carried away from them because you didn’t want to trigger Joel’s asthma. You didn’t like smoking in front of him for that reason but also because he’s made it known how much he hates that you do it. You wouldn’t normally do it but…you were itching for it.

You were watching as Joel opened up some mail he received earlier. He seemed pretty excited for it and told us about it as soon as he had it. Gary and Becky were currently on the little stage that overlooked the lake telling the campers about Gary’s “vision”. It was things like this that made you think your mom was Gary’s beard. He was just a little too fruity.

“Look at this! I got ‘em. Schizos and serial killers. I almost have the whole series. I’m only missing Jack the Ripper and that Zodiac guy.” Joel opened his envelope and pulled out a stack of cards. You know his collection well. You got him a few cards for his birthday once. “But look, The Black Widow.”

“It might be Debbie.” Wednesday chimed in.

Ah right, they suspected their new Aunt has nefarious intentions with their beloved Uncle. You thought they’d love something like that. It seemed to fit in with their aesthetic.

“At least three rich husbands…all dead.” Joel said dramatically.

“I’ll trade you.” Pugsley offered.

“For what?”

Pugsley reached into his pocket and took out a card. “Amy Fischer.”

“Sorry, man. I already have three of her.”

Pugsley shrugged and put the card back in his pocket.

You were going to say something when you were cut off by girls screaming in joy.

You rolled your eyes.

“(Y/N) put that out!” Joel chastised you.

“Or what?” You teased.

“Or this.” He took the cigarette from you and put it out on the ground before throwing it away.

“Aw come on, man!” You whined.

“No! They smell awful and they’re bad for you.” He glared as I groaned.

While you were bickering you didn’t notice Wednesday stand up and peer over the top of the bleachers. She looked spooked, which you’re pretty sure has never happened to her before.

“What’s wrong, Wednesday?” I asked as the others turned to look at her.

“They cast me as Pocahontas.”

“Oh god don’t even get me started on that stupid play.” You huffed.

“What’s so bad about it?” Joel asked, clearly he had no idea.

“It’s racist as hell and an excuse for Gary and my mom to play favourites and pick on the kids they don’t like. They act like they love Native Americans but wait until you see the script. It’s going to be racist as all hell.

~

You were sat in the bleachers reading a book, actually it was Joel’s nerdy little science book. You understood some of it but it got pretty technical and advanced pretty quickly and you lost track. You know Joel would be able to explain everything in a way that made sense, he’d be a good teacher one day if he wanted to be one. The thought made you smile.

On the stage, Becky was choreographing a dance number for Gary’s gay little play. When it ended, Amanda came out in her pilgrim costume causing Becky to gasp.

“Look at you! Oh, Amanda you look perfect!” She squealed. “You’re just the prettiest pilgrim I’ve ever seen, Gare! Come and take a look at this!”

Amanda was eating up the attention causing you to roll your eyes and scoff.

“Here they are!” A boy shouted out. “We caught em by the pay phone.” He and another boy marched Wednesday, Pugsley, and Joel onto the stage.

“We were calling the FBI.” Wednesday stated.

“Their uncle is in trouble, we were running a check.” Joel explained.

“And you are late for your fittings.” Becky accused.

“I don’t want to be in the pageant.” Wednesday’s statement caused Becky to gasp.

“Don’t you want to help me realize my vision?” Gary asked.

“Your work is puerile and under dramatized.” She continued. “You lack any sense of structure, character, of the Aristotelian Unities.”

You snorted trying not to laugh.

“Young lady, I’m getting juuuust a tad tired of your attitude problem.” Gary seethed.

“Everyone! Campers!” Becky jumped and clapped. “I have a wonderful idea! Wednesday and Pugsley and young Mr.Glicker here, well, they have just never quite latched on to the Chippewa spirit. Not have some of their little comrades.” She looked accusingly towards the “misfit” kids.

“Isn’t that sad?” She asked the campers who all replied in unison.

“Yes!”

“Don’t we just hate that?”

“Yes!”

“Don’t we wish they would just DIE!”

“Yes!”

“Oh no we don’t. But you know what we’re gonna do with them? We’re going to make an example. We are going to show that ANYONE, no matter how odd, or pale, or chubby, can still have a darn good time! Whether they like it…or not.” She finished.

“What are you gonna do?” Joel asked timidly.

You saw where this was going and you’d be damned if you had to stay around these people alone any longer.

“Nothing. They’re cowards.” You said.

“(Y/N) how about you join them? You have been a Debbie downer since the beginning.” Gary said.

That’s how you found yourself sat in a chair in the Harmony Hut once again.

“Yes, indeedy, just the ticket!” Gary said condescendingly. “Bambi.” He held up a VHS tape.

“Lassie Come Home!” Becky held up another.

“The Little Mermaid.” Gary gasped.

“Stop it.” Wednesday demanded.

“He’s only a child!” Joel reasoned, referring to a scared looking Pugsley.

Gary ignored him and popped a VHS in.

“Don’t worry, we’re getting out of here.” Wednesday whispered to Joel.

“But…it’s Disney.”

When one movie ended, Becky or Gary would come in and pop in a new one. It’s almost like they had the runtime down to memory. You didn’t mind the movies. You did grow up on them after all. They were a guilty pleasure. But, that doesn’t mean you didn’t fall asleep halfway through the second movie.

Soon it was night time and Wednesday had hatched a plan to put an end to everything once and for all. Joel shook you awake and got you up to speed before Wednesday opened the door and walked out, you all following behind her to see all the campers crowded at the door with Becky and Gary at the front.

“Well, good evening. Is there anything you’d like to say to everyone?” Gary asked.

“And just what that might be?” Becky added.

Wednesday took a step forward. “I’m not perky.”

“That’s for damn sure.” Amanda scoffed.

“But I wanna be.” Wednesday continued.

“You do?” Gary asked unsure.

“I want to smile, and sing, and dance, and be Pocahontas in Gary’s vision.”

“Oh darling, do you really mean it?” Becky asked hopefully.

Wednesday did her best to smile sincerely but you could tell it was hard for her.

“Isn’t she pretty!”

“She’s scaring me!” Amanda whined as Gary and Becky put their heads together.

You sighed and walked away to go to bed.

~

Today is the dreaded day. The Thanksgiving play that Gary put his whole “heart and soul” into. As if he had either one of those.

They tried to rope you into it and give you a role but you refused and they’ve dealt with you enough to know that no amount of Harmony Hut visits or bullying could get you to bend.

They’re still riding the high of getting Glicker and the Addams to join. At least…that’s what they thought.

All the parents were here except the Addams, something to do with their Uncle you presume. As you looked into the crowd of adults sat on the bleachers, all you saw was a sea of white people. There was one black couple and they stuck out like a sore thumb. They must be Jamal’s parents. Good kid. Really funny too. Could probably get a good career as a stand up comic.

You were standing off to the side, leaning against a tree. You could see the stage from where you were and you were excited to see how Wednesday’s plan goes.

Gary and Becky took the stage which caused some applause. After it died down, Gary leaned into the mic, a stupid pilgrim hat on his head. “Each Summer, we take this occasion to celebrate a seminal event in American History.”

“This year we depict perhaps the most important day in our shared past, the first Thanksgiving!” Becky, who had a stereotypical feather headband on, continued.

Honestly…Thanksgiving is months away, why are they doing it now? Probably their obsession with their Native American prejudices.

“A day for maize, the Native American word for corn, a terrific turkey dinner, aaaaaand brotherhood! So, white meat, and dark meat, take it away!” Gary finished. Both him and Becky quickly retreated to their spot under the stage in front of the bleachers to watch and direct.

You watched as kids dressed as different vegetables ran around the stage before they were joined by more kids dressed as turkeys who started to sing some awful, and quite frankly, racist, song. Poor Pugsley was the main turkey. He looked miserable. Only going along with it for the sake of the payoff at the end.

You were going to need a cigarette.

After a quick intermission to put more props on the stage, Amanda finally got her moment.

“I am so glad we invited the Chippewa’s to join us for this holiday meal. Remember, these savages are our guests. We must not be surprised at any of their strange customs. After all, they have not had our advantages. Such as, fine schools, libraries full of books, shampoo.” She recited. A few chuckles came from the crowd.

Wednesday entered the stage with the “misfit” kids behind her. “How, I am Pocahontas, a Chippewa maiden.”

You had to hold back a laugh at how fake she sounded.

“And I am Running Bear, betrothed to Pocahontas!….In the play.” Joel started out strong then got nervous. What a nerd.

“We have brought a special gift for this holiday feast.” Wednesday continued. Pugsley then waddled on stage towards the centre before facing the crowd.

“I am a turkey. Kill me!”

“What a thoughtful gift! Why, you are as civilized as we. Except we wear shoes and have last names.” Amanda addressed the crowd causing a few more privileged chuckles.

“Welcome to our table, our new primitive friends.”

“Thank you, Sarah Miller. You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen. Your hair is the colour of the sun, your skin is like fresh milk, and everyone loves you.” Wednesday replied.

“Stooop. Sit.” Amanda said.

“Wait.” Wednesday held out her arms and finally dropped the fake smile.

“What?” Amanda was confused.

“We cannot break bread with you.”

Amanda looked over to Gary and Becky in confusion. You stopped leaning against the tree, standing straight in interest.

“Huh? Becky what’s going on?”

“Wednesday!” Becky whispered harsh enough to be heard.

Wednesday turns to the crowd to address them. “You have taken the land which is rightfully ours. Years from now, my people will be forced to live in mobile homes on reservations. Your people will wear cardigans, and drink highballs. We will sell our bracelets by the roadsides. You will play golf, and enjoy hot hors d’oeuvres. My people will have pain and degradation. You were people will have stick shifts. The gods of my tribe have spoken. They have said ‘Do not trust the pilgrims, especially, Sarah Miller.’”

You coughed, choking on your smoke, at the cold hard truth bomb Wednesday just dropped. It’s obvious her parents took proper education seriously.

“Gary, she’s changing the words.” Amanda whined.

“And for all these reasons. I have decided to scalp you, and burn your village to the ground.” Wednesday finished which prompted Joel to give out a stereotypical war cry, you’d have to get on him for that later. All the ‘Indians’ scattered, causing chaos. Two dropped from some zip lines and took Amanda away while others set fire to the backdrops.

Amanda was forcibly tied to a pole as you noticed Joel go behind the bleachers, he looked over at you and gave a thumbs up before pulling a lever, causing the whole back row that had his parents on it to tip over, making them fall backwards. You couldn’t help but laugh.

More things were set on fire as Pugsley shoved an apple in Amanda’s screaming mouth. Flaming arrows were shot at Gary and Becky, a girl dressed as a pilgrim went flying into the lake, pies were launched from makeshift catapult’s tied to some kids backs, Michael steered his wheelchair around Amanda as he held the rope, continuing to tie her up. What looked to be gasoline was poured on the wood by her feet. Things were hectic and you were loving it.

Wednesday slowly approached Amanda before pulling some matches out from where it was tucked in her headband and lit them, making Amanda scream harder. She didn’t actually set her on fire, but the scare was enough to make the blonde pass out.

Some of the kids had cornered your parents and you didn’t feel the need to help them. Instead you went over to Joel.

“That was…insane. I can’t believe you did that. Good job, man.” You patted him on the shoulder which made him blush and look away.

“Thanks…” he muttered. “But, it was all Wednesday’s idea.”

Wednesday approached you two silently, a satisfied look on her face.

“Absolutely incredible, Wednesday.” You complimented. She smiled.

“Wednesday…do you…do you want to go on a canoe ride?” Joel asked, biting his lip, a constant nervous habit of his.

“Sure.”

Joel pushed the canoe that was on the shore further into the water. Wednesday started to walk towards it before turning around and looking at you. “Are you coming?”

You were taken aback a little bit. Not expecting the offer. “Do you want me to?”

“Yes.”

“Okay.” You blushed slightly. You thought maybe they’d want to be alone. Knowing your presence was wanted was a nice feeling.

Wednesday took the front of the boat and you got in the middle, Joel holding out his hand and helping you in. Ever the gentleman he was. Once you were sat he pushed the boat into the water and got in the back and started to paddle out. Once you were a few yards out, you carefully laid down sideways so your feet dangled off one side and your head was on the other.

You closed your eyes and listened to the sounds of nature and the nearby chaos on shore. This was a surprisingly fun day.

Later that night, Wednesday and Pugsley enacted their escape plan. You lost track of them but you knew where they were going and you wanted to say goodbye.

When you finally found them, Wednesday was in the other side of the fence, back in her normal clothing. Joe was still in his costume.

You were too far to hear what they were saying but you definitely saw them both lean in and share a kiss through the fence, both wiping it away seconds later.

You stopped as you felt your heart crack a little. You weren’t sure why. It’s not like they liked you like that. Wait…they? You meant Joel. Unfortunately, you didn’t have time to dwell on that as you accidentally stepped in a stick causing it to break. Both Joel and Wednesday looked over to you, relaxing when they saw it was you.

“Sorry…I just wanted to say goodbye….” You winced as you walked towards them. You stood next to Joel and looked at Wednesday as her brother pulled up behind her in a van, honking the horn and telling her to hurry up. “Keep in touch, ok? You’re too weird to let go.”

She nodded before looking between you two and turning around and heading towards the van. As they drove off down the dirt road you sighed.

A moment of silence went by before you looked down in front of you.

“Is that Amanda’s retainer?”

~

It was a year later when you got the invite from Wednesday to join the Addams in celebration for her little brother’s birthday.

Just like she promised, she had kept in touch, you would send letters to each other all the time.

Your parents had shut down the camp due to major damage caused by the fires and their general fright of this happening again. Word also got out on how they treated any kids they didn’t like.

Becky finally divorced Gary, and while your relationship never fully healed, it’s taking baby steps. Gary really brought out the worst in her. And you were right…he was not straight at all, and funnily enough. Neither were you.

You figured it out over the last year that you had feelings for Wednesday. She made you feel the same way Joel still does and man did it send you for a loop. Joel and Wednesday never seemed to become a couple, but the same feeling was there, Joel had gone on and on about her until you banned him from the topic due to him not talking about anything else. It also hurt double to know the two people you liked were into each other. But as long as they were happy, or in Wednesday’s case, ‘unhappy’, then you were content.

It was a small intimate event and you had bought something nice to wear that made you feel good and got you a few compliments. For people that had unconventional standards and practices, they were still so kind.

Little What seemed to like you as well and would stick by you a lot causing you to grow fond of the little mass of hair with a pacifier. Thing was your favourite, he was so fascinating and you found ‘talking’ to him quite easy.

You were all sat together in their living room, or would they call it a dead room? Gomez clinked his glass with Morticia’s and raised it.

“A toast! To the glorious mysteries of life. To all that binds a family as one. To mirth, to merriment, to manslaughter.”

A few noises of agreement went through the room as you softly giggled.

“To dear friends,” Gomez continued, gesturing towards Cousin Itt and his wife Margaret who had their baby on her lap.

“To new friends,” He gestured towards Fester and Dementia, What’s nanny.

“To youth!” He looked towards Wednesday, Joel, and you.

“How do I look?” Joel asked smugly. It was obvious he was trying to emulate Gomez, especially with that ridiculous fake pencil thin moustache. You tried to tell him he was being a little too obvious but he didn’t take the hint.

“Disturbing.” Wednesday replied. You knew that was a compliment.

“Ridiculous.” You muttered as you took a sip of whatever was in your glass. Wednesday softly elbowed you in the arm.

Gomez turned towards his wife. “To passion.”

“To paradise.” Morticia added.

“To pain.”

“Tonight.” She whispered seductively.

They leaned in to share a kiss but were interrupted by Grandmama.

“Make way for the birthday boy!” She cried as she carried little Pubert out in her arms as Pugsley rolled in a huge cake behind her. It had a guillotine as the topper with a single candle in the middle.

“Thing, will you do the honours?” Gomez asked. The sentient hand picked up a match and struck it with his thumb, jumping up to light the candle. Once lit, Lurch started to play Happy Birthday on the organ.

Sometime later, Joel and Wednesday were sat outside on a bench in her families graveyard. You were a couple feet away, smoking your last cigarette of the day. You’ve started to cut down, you went from multiple a day to only two or three. You think it’s because your stress has gone down over the past year considering Gary is no longer in your life and you have more positive people in your life. Despite your distance, you could hear their conversation.

“Your family is really…interesting.” Joel started. “Your parents are so involved with each other.” He scooted slightly closer to her.

“Wednesday. Do you think like maybe someday you might wanna get married and have kids?” He asked. He’s become less shy and more confident over this past year.

“No.” Wednesday replied sharply. You knew that would be her answer. She’s talked about it before with you, how she has no desire to be pregnant and she doesn’t see a point in marriage. You were inclined to agree somewhat. Although you would like a wedding. A day all about celebrating the love between you and your spouse sounded nice.

“But…what if you met just the right man who worshipped and adored you, who’d do anything for you, who’s be your devoted slave? Then what would you do?” He tried again.

“I’d pity him.” She answered. God, he was hopeless. He doesn’t understand what she wants at all.

Joel nodded solemnly and kneeled on Debbie’s grave, some dead flowers in his hand. “Poor Debbie. She was sick.”

“She wasn’t sick. She was sloppy.” Wednesday corrected.

“What do you mean?”

“If I wanted to kill my husband, I’d do it, and I wouldn’t get caught.”

“How?”

“I’d scare him to death.” Wednesday stood up.

Joel scoffed. “No you wouldn’t. We’re all very sorry, Debbie. We wish you only the best.” He leaned over to place the flowers on her grave when a hand shot up and grabbed his wrist causing him to scream in terror.

Wednesday smiled as you started laughing hysterically.

~

It was late now and you were getting ready for bed. The Addams had been kind enough to let you and Joel sleep over once again and you were currently on the bed reading a book when suddenly there was a knock on the door.

“Come in.” You called out. The door creaked open and Joel popped his head in. He washed that stupid fake moustache off and the gel out of his hair, bringing back his soft curls. He looked more like himself now.

“Hi.” He whispered.

“Hi.” You replied. You sat up on the edge of the bed and gestured for him to sit next to you. He walked in fully and closed the door slightly behind him but left it ajar, he wasn’t planning on staying long.

“You look nice.” He stuttered as he adjusted his glasses, a nervous habit.

You raised an eyebrow. “I’m wearing pyjama’s. You’re the one that looks nice. You finally look like yourself instead of a knock off Gomez.” You teased.

“Yeah…about that. I really thought she felt the same. I mean…we kissed back at camp before she left! Did it not mean anything?” He whined.

“Oh my god…you’re so clueless.” You sighed. “She does like you back. You just don’t understand. You’re trying to be her dad because you see how in love Morticia is with him, but Wednesday is not Morticia, and she never will be. Gomez isn’t some devoted slave like you think he is. Their relationship isn’t based on ownership, it’s based on mutual respect. Wednesday doesn’t want a slave, but she wants something similar to her parents in her own way. You’re looking at the surface level, you have to dig deeper and see what it really is.”

“You’re correct.” The door opened fully which revealed Wednesday standing in the hallway.

Joe stood up. Shocked and embarrassed that she overheard that. You slowly stood up too, feeling awkward.

“You may not have noticed but…I’m not big on affection the way my mother and father are. I respect their relationship and they way they express themselves but I don’t want that for myself. I do like you, Joel. And I’d like to continue with you but I want it to be in our own way.” She explained. Joel nodded and smiled.

You looked to the floor and scratched the back of your neck, feeling odd at being in the middle of this.

“I want that with you too, (Y/N).” Wed essay continued.

“Huh?!” Your head snapped up towards her.

“I like you too. And I know you like Joel, I not only observed that myself but I remember that you told me back at camp. And I know Joel likes you too. I’ve seen the way he looks at you. I hope you like me as well.” She said matter of factly.

You looked to Joel who couldn’t look at you, looking to embarrassed that his secret was out.

“I…Joel…is that true?” You pried.

“Y-yes. I’ve had a crush on you for a long time. Years. I just…thought you were out of my league and I didn’t want to ruin our friendship.” He confessed.

“Oh my god….” You didn’t know what to say.

“I’d like for us to figure something out. I don’t want to choose one. And I don’t want you choosing either. I think we could make it work.” Wednesday took one of your hands in hers and one of Joel’s in the other.

“M-me too.” Joel agreed. They both looked at you for your answer.

You stood there shocked. This is not what you expected at all. “I…uh.” You looked down at your hand in Wednesday’s before you felt Joel pick up your other hand and rub his thumb on the back of it. “Y-yeah. Okay.” You nodded.

~

It’s 20 years later and you’re cooking dinner while Wednesday sits at the table reading a biography written by some serial killer. She looks so much like her mom now.

You heard Joel walk through the door before he came into the kitchen. He grew his hair out slightly, still curly as ever. His style didn’t change much, still a nerd but a more gothic nerd now.

“Hi, darling.” He kissed Wednesday’s hand that she held out for him, a small smile on her red lips as she never took her eyes off her book.

He came over to you and hugged you from behind, kissing your shoulder. “My love.”

“Hello, Joel. How was work?” You asked.

“Hectic as always, you know those kids, always making a mess during a lab.”

Joel had become a science teacher at the local school, just like you thought he would and you couldn’t be more proud.

“Where’s Morty?” He asked as his hands migrated to your hips, pulling you closer and kissing your neck.

“With Lucky. He’ll be staying the night.” Wednesday replied, watching you two. Considering she wasn’t very affectionate, she enjoyed seeing her two lovers interact.

Lucky was Pugsley’s son. Morty, which was short for Mortis, wasn’t actually biologically any of yours. He showed up on your doorstep one day as an infant in a basket with a note asking for him to be loved. And loved he was. You all adored him and so did the rest of the family. No one cared that he wasn’t born into the family, he will always be an Addams.

“Dinner will be ready soon.” You reached up and lightly scratched at Joel’s scalp as he hummed, careful not to get your ring stuck in his hair.

You and Joel had gotten officially married as you both desired to do so, Wednesday still wasn’t keen on marriage but that didn’t mean she wasn’t any less in the relationship. Everyone was so supportive of your odd arrangement and you couldn’t be happier.

For once, you finally had the life you’ve always wanted.

[fairlyabookie]

Sand

Author's note: Is this where we say: "I hate sand"?

Content: wholesome | say hi to Cheka :3

Sands sprawl across an empty realm gusts licking up grains and dispersing in a myriad of directions. This isn’t Sunset Savanah, Leona speculates, feeling a dry wind pick up his locks, drifting more grains of sand. 

Not a soul to be seen, save for him in this barren land, no sign of life or any vegetation for that matter. He braces himself for the onslaught of wind, an arid breeze shuffling sands by his feet. 

Whatever this is, I’m alone and have no resources for any subsistence. 

He ventures once more into the desert; his foot hovers over air and not the texture of sand. Peering down, he sees a gaping black hole below him. 

Oh. 

Leona jolts from his slumber, his heart beating against his chest. Moonlight spilling tendrils of white in his room, the familiar sight quelling his anxiety. What was this dream? 

He’d rather go back and sleep once more, but that dream. 

“Ojitaaaaann~” 

Oh no, Leona groans to himself. Why did the accursed child have to come in at such a late hour? He needed to mentally prepare himself.

“Ojitannnnnn~” 

A fiery ball of hair enters into Leona’s abode, a teary-eyed Cheka dragging along a lethargic [Reader] by their finger. 

“I couldn’t sleep.. I tried sleeping with [Reader]-obaa-chan, and I can’t sleep.” 

What the hell {reader] has been doing, then? 

“What about a bedtime story?” 

Leona begrudgingly prepares a side of the bed for the two. 

“It didn’t work..” 

Leona lets out a sigh. 

“What about your papa?” 

“Papa is asleep.. I wanna sleep with Ojitaan~” 

Leona almost cursed Farena for a second, but he doesn’t, his irritation reaching to its peak.

Your kid is truly a handful, Farena. 

“Come here,” 

He coaxes his nephew and his lover over, [Reader] taking the child by the hand, all the while gently carrying him to the bed. Once the little one lands on the bed, he lurches over to his uncle with a tight hug. 

“Ojitan~” 

The fiery-haired cub nuzzles himself against his favorite uncle, his figure heaving from a sigh. Leona couldn’t help but perk an eyebrow at [Reader]’s direction, as if wondering what happened to have Cheka in this state. They give him a sheepish smile in response. 

“Well, Cheka, you had a nightmare?” 

The young cub nods. 

“I had a nightmare that I lost you, Ojitan..” 

Big droplets appear at the corner of chocolate-brown eyes as Cheka looks up at his uncle. 

“Lost me?” 

Cheka nods, holding his uncle tightly.

“I saw you fall into this big hole.. I don’t want you to get lost..” 

Leona looks helplessly over to [Reader]; all the while, a grim realization dawns upon him. He had the same dream? It had to be a coincidence. 

“Did you wake up after that, Cheka?” 

Leona asks once more, peering down at his nephew. The younger cub nods, burying his face once more against Leona’s frame. 

“I got so scared, Ojitan! I had to call [Reader]-obatan over..” 

Leona gestures his lover over to his side. 

“Leona ojitan is here, Cheka. The both of us are here for you.” 

[Reader] begin to run circles on Cheka’s back. 

“Ojitan..” 

“Does sleeping here make you feel better, then, little brat?” 

Cheka nods, still clinging onto Leona. 

“Do you want to sleep with Uncle Leona, Cheka?” 

He nods once more. An affectionate smile makes its way to [Reader]’s lips. 

“Alright, I’ll head back to my room.” 

Just as they were about to depart, [Reader] feels a tug on their wrist. They turn back, noticing a troubled look on Leona’s features. 

“C-can you sleep over as well?” 

[Reader] felt a tease roll from their lips. 

“What, Leona had a nightmare?” 

Emerald orbitals glare daggers to [Reader]. 

“Not a word.” 

Oh, this big ol’ cat. [Reader] thinks to themselves as an affectionate smile crosses their lips.

“Of course, my prince, whatever you wish.” 

With a slumbering child suckling his thumb and [Reader] singing lullabies to lull Leona back to sleep, Leona no longer dreamed of a sandy landscape; he sees splashes of orange and yellow painting a familiar rock formation in warm hues. He sees a sea of familiar faces: Farena, Cheka, [Reader], and the royal court. 

Home. 

Fatigue weighs heavily upon [Reader]’s eyelids as they sing one last note before a slumbering Leona. They glimpse a smile upon Leona’s lips.

“Sweet dreams, Leona.” 

[reader] imparts a gift upon the second prince’s forehead, a delicate touch that encompasses a spell of warmth upon his being.