Asthetic Feet That I Drew

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Dumb B*tch Syndrome - Derek Goffard x Female Reader - Chapter 2: The moon rises from the west.

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I wrote this jokingly 😉TPOF spoilers, Machete x reader- Sucker ending

▪︎ Warning: Oral technically, death, machete being machete, gender neutral reader, desperation. Word count: 1474. - 10th june 2022

You were slowly dehydrated. Oh that wasn't all.

Throat painfully parched when swallowing, grimness all over your skin, the air was unbearably hot and humid as the morning sun, there barely any strength left in you as you continued huffing and running, probably looking like a fish out of water, across the desert sand.

Blindly going in any direction for cover, to survive, to escape, to find a place to hide; from them. The hunters.

You've been lucky so far while waiting it out in the fissure, cooling yourself down, doing breathing exercises that did little to help but distracted you at least. Everything was going to be fine. So you hoped until nearby, a bone chilling scream ripped through the peaceful silence, closely followed by a man's rugged laugh.

Squeezing your eyes shut to the world and noises of struggles, you felt yourself shaking. 'I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry–' the only mantra you recited over and over in soft breaths, a crushing guilt weighing in your heart at the fact you didn't do anything.

'You knew you could've save someone, instead you chose to be a coward': said the furious voice inside. You chose to unhear it, automatically blaming yourself for everything that happens was just going to chip away at your sanity— so you willingly became a coward. Surviving suddenly became a top priority.

You stayed a little longer in a fetal position, long enough to see the sky dyed orangery with trails of yellow and red. Not knowing the screams had stopped at some point in time, the footsteps too. Yet you still hear it from time to time on repeat in your head.

One prey down, meaning including you, 3 was left. Mentally speaking, with each passing heart beat, hour or minute or however much time had passed by, you practically could feel your luck was running out.

In trying to get up to check whether you were truly alone, you fell accidentally onto your butt from your knees buckling. Hah. Is this how a heatstroke feels like? A grimaced smile appeared on your face as you stifled a laugh, It was morbidly comedic in a way.

From the dusty sand beneath your fingertips, the cooling breezes whipping by, and the pulsating dryness in your chest, dried sweat on your forehead. Reality couldn't feel any more realer as you stared into the setting sun.

Nothing felt real to you in that moment. A small blessing.

The outdoors was never an option you'd consider, too terrifying to imagine even camping; the unpredictability of nature and many dangers of the wilderness, the idea of not being alone in the middle of anywhere unsettled you to no ends— noisy bugs and critters at night, no doubt waiting to crawl inside your safety tent when left unguarded— those thoughts made fear rush through your blood that would've kept you up from enjoying any activities.

It wasn't just a preference to stay within your comfort zone in a cozy air-conditioned office or to spend your vacation days lazing inside with some books and family bonding, this introverted lifestyle chose you and you couldn't dare imagine it changing… But sometimes, a cruel part of yourself lets your mind wander off to the "what if?" scenarios— a torture to think about, an absolute nightmare.

Though running for your life in the desert, legs heavy, burning feet digging in the sand and dirt for leverage, there was no denying you were having a nightmare right now. Then you just need to wake up.

Simple.

Impossible, in your current exhausted condition, it's not as if you had any choice as you woke up less clothed than the night before, being auctioned off like an object in the dark then waking up once again in the worst place possible. The desert.

Ever since you were little you never liked the heat, to be fair that wasn't the only thing you disliked. Somewhat of a personal vendetta against the sun and anything related to the outside world.

You couldn't help it, comfort had been your priority, always. Maybe you've been spoiled for far too long.

Involuntarily you shivered, whether from the gut wrenching hunger or thirst, all sensations within your body blurred together. And in another moment, you realized at the same time as the icey-chill seeping into your bones, it was already night. Though looking around, no one was in sight, it wouldn't be wise to stick around one area.

With that in mind, you groggily got up, arms cramping, thankful your appetite had disappeared and your entire focus shifted to making it across to the camp site where it all started. Surely there should be some water and food stored if the hunters bothered setting up a shelter, right?

Your mouth salivated at the thought and a drool slipped past the corner of your dry lips before you hurriedly sucked it back into your mouth, desperate not to lose anymore moisture. This strengthened your resolve to push through the dark and sneak

right into the empty campsite despite the crepting fear of being caught slowing down your pace.

It didn't matter to you anymore the second you entered the ring of campfires light, basking in the warmth unfreezing your entire shivering body and reviving inside you, a new hope.

Your head felt clearer than ever and with a stronger hold onto what's left of your sanity, you objectively went to finding something to drink; scrambling through the opened wooden boxes, digging past rolls of rope that left scratchy souvenirs on your hands, unbranded bottles of alcohol and beers that seemed untouched. 

Hurry, hurry, find it. Time was tiking and you felt watched by the shadows around you, even your own, casted by the campfire ominously. Where was it?!  Water. Water. Wa. . .

A rustling of the tent fabric emgered in the precipice of your vision, and instinctively you ceased all actions immediately. Like a frightened animal, flight was your very first response. That slight movement startling you backwards and made you tripped over your own feet pathetically. Falling onto the cold sand on your side, the awkward angle numbing your arm in crushing pain.

"You won't be able to run." The plain masked man said, no, stated it like a set truth. 

It probably was when your state was a heaving tired animal, maybe it was best to surender. . . You saw how cleanly he chopped a head off, it guaranteed a painless death, and so you turned slowly in his direction. And shakily looking up, saw him.

Machete. The only hunter without an animalistic themed mask, a blank slate covering his entire face. 

His nickname was fitting, considering that his weapon is a machete, the very one he used to demonstrate his bloodlust at the beginning of the hunt. You'll never be able to forget that silver glint shinning in pure sunlight before severing a poor girl's head clean in the middle of the other hunters' 'fun,' disrupting them from further indulgence.

And when you made eye contact, the bright moon shone behind him, and that predatory look in his almond eyes drove you crazy right there and then. A burning hatred in them, starving and . Warming your cheeks as you closed your thighs subconsciously, the fluttering in your chest grew too much beyond a deafending amount. The feeling way too familiar for you not to recognize the signs.

Damn it. You just had to get a crush in the worst timing, in the worst situation in the history of your life. 

He gave you nothing more than blank stares, then a finale look over before dragging his weapon over to you. The game of cat and mouse was over. You were dead meat, literally if you don't do something. 

"P—please! I'll even su—suck your dick," you yelled out clinging to his pants, half in frustration and pleading. "I—I want to live." You became a blabbering mess, puffy swollen eyes and helpless tears and hiccups. 

For the sake of self preservation, in that close second you experienced to death's door your brain folding into itself panicking to come up with a solution. Sell yourself. Whatever it takes to stay alive. Your body was useful.

Something in that weak plea of yours must've worked since the masked man stopped dead in his tracks, body language almost shocked at your desperation on display. You took it as a good sign and with the strength of adrenaline in you, you fiercely tugged and pulled down the side of his pants till his mid-thighs were exposed while he was still frozen, revealing the flaccid of what you wanted in the moonlight. 

The shock must've wore off of him when you saw his large rough hand try to grab your head. "Sto—"

But you were quicker, faster than he expected as you blindly latched onto his penis like a starving leech, stuffing your mouth full of him. Mouth stuck to him, breathing finely though your nose while vacuum-sealling his fate. 

In hindsight you really should've offered your own body instead of forcing yourself onto him— maybe that would've changed his mind.

The last thing you heard before seeing the g the sky upside down was a raggedy exhale of pleasure. ". . . For your sake, it's better this way." 

-The End: You died(Joke Ending): You sucked-

👀👍 The irresistible charm of an older Eddie Munson is impeccably written by this amazing writer!!!

𝐰𝐡𝐨'𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐲 | 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: your father, jason carver, promises you one thing and can’t deliver it to you. you decide to get back at him and it him where it really hurts: eddie munson. 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: older!eddie munson x carver&cunningham!daughter!reader (READER IS JASON AND CHRISSY’S DAUGHTER) 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: age gap (reader is 18, eddie is 56), brat!reader, mentions of birth control, genital piercings, smut (MINORS DNI): p in v sex, unprotected sex, spitting, blowjobs, slapping, choking, pain kink, praise kink, master kink, daddy kink 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: PLEASE REMEMBER THAT READER IS JASON AND CHRISSY’S DAUGHTER, WHICH MEANS THAT READER IS IMPLIED TO BE WHITE! if you do not like this, then this is not the fic for you. however, i worked super hard on this and many people want to read it, so i'm reposting it. thank you, and peace and love <3

Why the fuck were you here? The trailer park was dark and quiet in the nighttime, and you crossed your arms over your chest as you walked from your car to the front door of the trailer. You kept repeating it to yourself— what the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck— as you knocked on the door of the trailer, and you heard a rustling from inside as the occupant moved around. You had certainly woken him up, and your palms felt sweaty. You were being stupid. You should just turn around and apologize to your father and forget the entire thing, but, just as you were turning on your heel to get back into your car, the door flew open. 

“Umm,” the older man started. “Can I help you?” 

You sighed. You knew Eddie Munson from a distance, solely as the mechanic who worked on your car from time to time— time to time meant at least once a month because, even though your dad had bought you a nice car for your 18th birthday present, he hadn’t bought you a good car. The cherry-red Porsche sat behind you, the very same car that Eddie fixed often, and he peered over your shoulder at it. “Is something wrong with your car?” he asked. “It couldn’t wait ‘til the shop opened at 8?”

“No, no, nothing’s wrong with my car,” you mumbled. “Well… Actually, it’s started making this weird noise when I start it up, but that’s— That’s for later. No, um, my dad’s pissed me off super bad tonight, and I just, umm, figured you could… help…? Maybe?”

“Your dad, huh?” Eddie asked. He leaned back inside the trailer for a moment, and you nearly thought he would slam the door in your face, but all he did was grab a green-and-white carton of Newports and a lighter. He slotted a cigarette between his lips and gestured at you to talk, and you watched his tattooed fingers flick the Zippo and light up his cigarette before you swallowed thickly. “What’s he done?”

“Well, um,” you started. “Do you know who my dad is?” 

“No clue, sweetheart,” Eddie said. He blew out a mouthful of smoke and plucked the cigarette from between his lips, and he rubbed his big hand down his salt-and-pepper facial-haired chin. “Who is he?” 

“Jason Carver,” you said slowly. “You went to high school together?” 

“Carver,” Eddie spat. “Yeah, I remember Carver.” He crossed his arms, the sleeves of his wrinkled shirt tightening around his muscles, and you bit your lip as his tattooed skin pulled with it. Eddie had tattoos everywhere, on his neck and arms and hands and fingers, behind his ear and on his throat, and you wondered exactly where else he had tattoos. “He made my life a living hell.” 

“Yeah, he’s doing the same thing to me,” you grumbled. 

“No way, wait,” Eddie laughed incredulously. “You’re Carver’s daughter? The valedictorian, captain of the cheer team, that’s you?”

“Well, jeez, don’t make fun of me,” you pouted. “How do you know that?” For all that Eddie seemed to know about you, you knew very little about him: he had a smoking problem and an ex-wife problem, you were sure of that, but anything else was a mystery to you. 

“Heard it around town,” Eddie shrugged. “I didn’t think that Carver could make something as pretty as you. You don’t even have his big ears or anything.” 

You couldn’t help but laugh, and you covered your mouth as you smiled. “Dad does have big ears,” you said softly. You almost missed how Eddie had complimented you, and you pushed your hair behind your ear as you chewed your lip. “But Dad’s fucked up, and I’m really pissed.” 

“What did he do?” Eddie asked, puffing on his cigarette again. “Took away your vape or something?” 

“I’m not that shallow,” you huffed. “It’s just that… It’s a little stupid. I mean, it’s a lot stupid, it’s the stupidest thing in the world, but, umm, I have a bunch of friends that are going to Paris for their graduation trip, and Dad said that I could go, but, tonight, he just hit me with this whole thing of, like, ‘oh, it’s too expensive, we just bought you the Porsche’, but I didn’t ask for the Porsche and he told me I could go before he even bought me the stupid car, and I’m just—”

“Hey, easy,” Eddie said, reaching out and putting a hand on your shoulder. “Take a breath. So, he told you that you could go on this trip, but now he’s saying you can’t?”

“And he promised me!” you whined. “He said I could go, but now he’s-he’s being such a dick! He said that he can’t afford the trip and the car, but I didn’t even want the car in the first place! It’s not fair!” 

“Oh, sweetheart, calm down,” Eddie said, and he steered you into his trailer, shutting the door with his foot once you had crossed in. The trailer was messy but clean, smelling like laundry soap and cigarette smoke, and Eddie fell back onto his couch and patted the empty space next to him, inviting you down. You knew that, once you sat next to him, your plan would fully be in motion, and your heart beat quickly. “C’mon, sit down, tell me all about it.”

“Aren’t you angry I’m bothering you this late?” you mumbled. 

“Not angry,” Eddie said. “I’m just… Your dad pretty much ruined my life in high school, and it’s petty of me, but I wanna make sure you know that you’re not alone. Your dad’s been a bully since day one, and it’s not fair, you’re right. If he promised you something like this and then rolled back his promise, that’s not fair. But, sweetheart, I mean this in the nicest way, but you’re also acting like a huge fuckin’ brat.” 

“I am not!” you said quickly. “You just said it, you agree it’s not fair!” 

“Yeah, but why’re you here?” Eddie asked. “You couldn’t, like, call one of your friends to cry about it? You had to come to me? Baby, I was asleep, it’s one in the fucking morning.” 

“Well, God, sorry it took me so long to get ready!” you snapped.

“Get ready for what?” Eddie asked. “Don’t tell me you did all of this—” he wagged his finger up and down your body, obviously talking about your dress and shaved legs and perfect makeup, “Just to come out to the trailer park to talk to me.”

“Alright, I won’t tell you,” you said quickly. Eddie’s eyes widened for a moment, and he started to ruefully laugh, pushing himself up from the couch. 

“I see what this is,” he said. “You’re pissed at your dad, so you think that if you, I don’t know, sleep with me or something, you’ll be getting back at him. Right?” He looked at you, and you clenched your back teeth. He had hit the nail directly on the head, but you didn’t want to give yourself away that easily. What’s the fun in that?

“I just wanted to talk to someone else who understands how awful my dad is,” you spat. “I’m not a slut, Mr. Munson! And you’re more than twice my age, probably three times my age, I bet you can’t even fuck anymore anyway! As if I’d wanna fuck a freak like you!” 

“A freak, huh?” Eddie said. “Apple fell in a straight line from the tree.” 

“Fuck you,” you seethed. Now he was seriously making you mad. “I am nothing like my dad.” 

“Oh, really?” Eddie asked, narrowing his eyes. “‘Cause all I see in front of me is a little princess who’s throwing a tantrum ‘cause she didn’t get her way. Aw, the rich girl can’t go to Paris with her friends ‘cause Daddy bought her a Porsche? Boo-fucking-hoo, cry me a river, sweetheart. Your dad got everything he ever wanted, and you’re exactly like him.” 

“Fuck you,” you said again, and hot tears needled at your eyes. No. No crying in front of him. Absolutely not. 

“Is that all you can think about?” Eddie asked. “Fucking me?” 

You huffed and stood up, stepping forward to leave and to try to forget the entire interaction, but Eddie’s inked hand shot out and grabbed your arm. His grip was tight, his eyes dark and hard, and he rolled his cigarette in-between his lips. “Wait just a second, baby,” Eddie said. “Listen, you are being a little princess and a brat and a total pain in the ass, but… I’d be lying if I told you that you weren’t a pretty little thing. Sometimes I wonder how Carver’s daughter could be so pretty, then I remember you’re also Chrissy’s kid. God, baby, I had such a crush on your mom in high school.” 

“Ew,” you sneered. “You’re gonna fuck me ‘cause I look like my mom?” 

“No,” Eddie said. “I’m gonna fuck you ‘cause I know it’ll make your dad so angry, it’ll probably kill him.” 

“So you are gonna fuck me?” you asked. 

“You’re 18?” Eddie asked, and you nodded. “Show me your license.” 

“I’m not lying,” you said, but Eddie raised his eyebrows at you. “Fuck, fine.” You tugged your wallet out of a pocket on your jacket and flipped it to show him your driver’s license, and he scoured it until he found your birthday. Eighteen, as of five months ago. Questionable, sure, but not illegal.  

“Are you on the pill?” Eddie asked next, and he shifted to stub out his cigarette in a nearby ashtray. 

“Yeah,” you said, then hesitated before you added, “And I brought condoms.” 

“Of course you did,” Eddie chuckled. “This was your plan all along, huh? I fuckin’ knew it.” 

“Okay, can you blame me?” you asked. “I just… I’m really pissed at him, and I know how badly you wanna get back at him too.” 

“You don’t have to convince me anymore, baby,” Eddie said. “You’re not a virgin, are you?” 

“Virginity is such bullshit,” you said. “It’s a social construct meant to cage and restrain people—”

“You can knock it off with the morality lesson, kid,” Eddie said, and you felt a gush of wetness cover your thighs. Why did him calling you kid turn you on so badly? “‘Cause I’m not fucking you if you’ve never had sex before.” 

“I-I have,” you stuttered, and your cheeks flamed with embarrassment as Eddie raised his eyebrows at you. “I have!”

“What was his name?” Eddie asked. 

“You wouldn’t know him,” you said quickly, and Eddie laughed. 

“His name, baby,” Eddie said. “If you’ve fucked a guy before, you should be able to tell me his name.” 

“John Sinclair,” you said finally, after a few long moments of silence. 

Eddie started for a moment. “Sinclair?” he said. “Lucas’s kid?” 

“Oh, God, don’t tell me you know his dad too,” you groaned. 

“We all went to high school together,” Eddie explained. “Sinclair was in my DnD club. Is Max this John kid’s mom?” 

“Yeah, his mom’s named Maxine,” you said. “What’s DnD?”

“Way to make me feel old,” Eddie mumbled. “If I go up to him and ask him if you guys have fucked, he’ll say yes?” 

“Yeah,” you said. “He will, I promise. It was right after prom last year, he was my friend’s date—”

“Oh, wow,” Eddie laughed. “Fucking the friend’s date, not even your own. Jesus Christ, you’re just used to getting what you want, aren’t you?”

“Can you blame me?” you asked, batting your eyelashes at him. 

“No, baby,” Eddie grinned. “Guess I can’t.”

And with that, he leaned down and grabbed you by the sides of your face, and he kissed you. You squeaked with the taste of him, all cigarettes and skin and man, and you grabbed hard at his shoulders, letting him slide his tongue between your glossy lips. Sure, John had been nice to you and respected you when he had taken your virginity in the back of his car, but you didn’t want Eddie to respect you. You wanted him to fuck you, to leave bruises and hickies that your dad would see and ask about. You wanted Eddie to take out 40 years of anger against your dad on you. “Mr. Munson,” you gasped, your tits swelling with breath and pressing against his chest. “Fuck me, please.” 

“I will, princess,” Eddie said softly. His hands fell from your face and traveled down to your hips, stopping for a moment to squeeze and paw at your tits, and he finally rucked up your dress and huffed out a laugh. “No panties? And you say you’re not a slut.” 

“I’m not,” you whined, and Eddie laughed. 

“Seems like you are,” Eddie said. “Coming to my place, chasing older cock just to make your dad upset. Sure seems like something a slut would do.” 

“I’m not a slut,” you told him, but you were struck quiet when his big, inked hand cupped your wet pussy, letting his middle finger pass along your slit. 

“So fucking wet,” Eddie whispered. “You like to fight, don’t you? Gets you all hot and bothered, huh?” 

“All the better for you,” you replied, and Eddie landed a kiss on your neck. 

“Yeah, fuckin’ better for me,” Eddie said. “You’re gonna be so good, I know it. Get on the bed, baby, take off your dress.” 

You toed out of your sneakers and did as he told you, traveling to the back of the trailer to a half-open door. You pushed it open and looked at the room for a moment— clothes everywhere, a vintage guitar hanging on the wall— before you focused on the large bed, and you sat down and smoothed your skirt over your thighs. Eddie followed you in, kicking the door closed, and his hand drifted down to his crotch, palming himself through his plaid pajama bottoms. “I told you to take off your dress,” he said. 

“I want you to do it,” you said. “Daddy.” 

“Oh, yeah?” Eddie asked. “Girl’s got daddy issues, huh?”

“F’course I do,” you shrugged. “Look at who my dad is.” 

“I don’t wanna,” Eddie said. “All I wanna look at is your pretty little face as I pound into you. Or maybe I wanna look at the back of your head. I haven’t decided yet.” 

“Better make up your mind quick,” you told him, slipping off your jean jacket and dropping it on the edge of the bed. “As long as you mark me up.” 

“You want marks?” Eddie asked. “You want all those hickies and marks and everything? Want me to be rough with ya?” 

“Yeah,” you told him, slipping the straps of your dress off of your shoulders slowly, teasingly. “As rough as you want.” 

“What if I don’t wanna be rough?” Eddie asked. He knelt on the bed, his big thighs caging around your waist, the bulge in his pants inches from your face, and your mouth watered at the smell of him. “What if I just wanna treat you nice and be all gentle and cute with you?” 

“You don’t want that,” you told him. “You wanna ruin me.” 

“I sure do,” Eddie said. “You suck cock good?” 

“Not really,” you mumbled. “Only ever done it once before.” 

“John?” Eddie asked, and you nodded. “And that kid was probably just happy to have your mouth on his dick, he wouldn’t tell you if you were doing bad. Want me to teach you?” 

“Just want you inside me,” you told him. Eddie was holding his dick now, and the shadow of it inside his pants was driving you crazy. The outline was big, intimidatingly so, and you reached out and hooked your thumbs in the elastic of his pants, tugging it down to let his cock free. He was half-hard, his cock extra-thick and heavy, the thatch of hair at the base showing grey and black, just like the long curls that he pushed behind his shoulder. His balls were thick too, hanging deliciously, and you sucked your lip between your teeth as your mouth watered even more. You had never had the desire to suck dick before, not even with John— you had really only done it because he asked for you to— but something about Eddie’s thick, cut length made a fire erupt in your belly. 

“What’s this?” you asked, your eyes locking on a small silver ball protruding from the head of his cock. “Is your… Do you have a…?” 

“It’s called a Prince Albert,” Eddie explained. “Got it so long ago… You probably weren’t even alive yet.” 

“Did it hurt?” you asked, cringing slightly at the thought of it. 

“A little,” Eddie shrugged. “But it looks good, doesn’t it?” 

“Looks really good,” you mumbled. “Looks… Looks really yummy.” 

“Oh, yeah?” Eddie chuckled. “You wanna suck it?” 

“Yeah,” you whispered, and you instantly wrapped your lips around the head of his cock, feeling the warmth of the metal ball bearing of the piercing against your tongue. Eddie jolted, his cock throbbing in your mouth, and a tattooed hand grabbed at your hair quickly. 

“Fuck, baby!” Eddie laughed. “Gettin’ right to it, huh?”

You nodded, letting your tongue swirl along the piercing greedily, and you took more of him in your mouth, feeling him harden in the soft warmth of your mouth. He took a heavy breath and groaned softly as you started to suck on him, hollowing your cheeks to tighten around him, and your clit throbbed as you watched him lean his head back, the inked skin on his throat stretching as he did. “Good fuckin’ girl,” Eddie whispered. “Take me deeper, baby.” 

You let his cock fall from your mouth, a string of spit connecting your bottom lip to his piercing, and you gasped in for air. “Don’t think I can,” you told him. “You’re just too big, Mr. Munson.” 

“Jesus Christ, call me Eddie,” he chuckled breathlessly. “I think we’re past the whole ‘mister’ business.”

“Alright,” you agreed, and you tugged his pants down a little further before you captured his cock in your hand, slowly jerking him off as your lips went to his fat balls, kissing them gently and kitten-licking at the seam of them. 

“Yeah, baby, lick my balls,” Eddie mumbled. “Fuckin’ bitch of an ex-wife wouldn’t go near them, s’like she was allergic or some shit. Suck on ‘em a little, show me how much you love ‘em.” 

You took one of his balls between your lips, stroking his shaft as you sucked gently on him. Eddie moaned softly, almost like he was afraid of you hearing, and your pussy tingled at the sound. Your free hand fell down your body and went up your dress, and you rubbed at your clit, trying to get any pleasure as you switched to his other testicle, sucking on it as well. 

“Touching your clit?” Eddie asked, and you nodded, flashing your best doe eyes up at him as you suckled at his sack. He leaned back, drawing himself from your mouth, and you whimpered as you started to chase him back. You weren’t done yet. You wanted to always have his cock or balls in your mouth, you wanted nothing more than that, but Eddie had other ideas. He quickly dragged his shirt over his head, exposing his inked chest to you, and his hands went to your dress, tugging it up over your head and off of your body. You were completely naked for him, your body thrumming with excited energy, and he grabbed at your hips, kneading your skin between his hands. 

“God, baby,” he said. “Your body’s a fuckin’ A. Perfect tits, perfect ass, perfect pussy… Open up your legs, let me see you.” 

“I-I shaved,” you told him. “I didn’t know how you liked it.” 

“I can see that,” Eddie laughed. “For future reference, I like it however you like it. Whatever you wanna do with your body, that’s your business. I’m just here to fuck you.” 

“How feminist of you,” you giggled. 

“I’m nothing if not a people pleaser,” Eddie said with a wink. “Open your legs, I need to put my fingers inside you.” 

“Oh, wow,” you rolled your eyes. “So romantic.” 

“Well, if my fingers don’t fit, how is my dick supposed to?” Eddie asked, and he was right. His fingers were thick, all inked up with barbed wire on his top knuckles and various little drawings of candles and crosses and skulls and hearts on his lower knuckles, and you wanted them inside you so badly. 

“Right,” you said. You carefully opened your legs, exposing your sopping wet cunt to him, and Eddie moaned at the sight of it. 

“Look at that,” he said. “All wet and I haven’t even touched you yet.” 

His fingers danced from your hip to your pussy, and he lightly traced the lips of your cunt before he pressed his middle finger, all inked up with a skull, inside you. You gasped and grabbed at his hair, squeezing your eyes shut, and you moaned softly at the stretch. God, his finger was deliciously thick inside you, and you weren’t sure how you were meant to take more than one, let alone take his cock. “God, Eddie,” you whimpered. “So big.” 

“I know, baby,” Eddie told you. “Poor thing, can’t even take my fingers. You’re gonna be so tight, it’ll be so fucking good.” 

His second finger nudged your hole, threatening to slip inside you, and you tugged on his grey and black hair, earning you a breathy chuckle. “Found my weakness,” Eddie told you, his cock rising up to rest against his tattooed belly. “Fucking love having my hair pulled.” 

“Really?” you asked, and Eddie shoved his second finger in. You groaned at the burn of the stretch of your velvet walls around him, and he instantly started to curl his fingers up, searching for that magic spot inside you. “Eddie, it hurts.” 

“Aw,” Eddie pouted. “Can’t take it?”

‘No,” you said quickly. “I-I can take it. Just hurts.” 

“If you need me to stop, just let me know,” Eddie told you. “Alright? I might be a mean old bitch, but I care about you.” 

“You’re not mean,” you told him. “Or old. Or a bitch.” 

Eddie laughed. “Honey,” he started. “I’m 56 years old. I think that’s on the other side of middle-aged. I’m about to be geriatric.” 

“That’s not old, though,” you countered. “It’s not like you’re, like, 80 or whatever.” 

“That’s your cut-off?” Eddie asked. “If someone’s 80, you won’t fuck them?” 

“Yeah, that’s my cut-off,” you laughed, and Eddie groaned softly. 

“When you laugh, your pussy gets tighter,” he mumbled. His fingers were still moving inside you, thrusting in and out and fucking you as he curled his fingers up, and the silver ring on his middle finger pressed up against you with every thrust. He was quick it with, fucking you on his hand faster than you had ever imagined, and you tugged his hair again and whined and whimpered as he finally drove home in that spot inside you. 

“Fuck, Eddie!” you cried as your legs shook. “Fuck me, Eddie!”  

“Hey,” Eddie said sharply, and he grabbed you by the chin hard. “Not so loud. Don’t want you waking up half the trailer park ‘cause you don’t know how to shut the fuck up.” 

“I can shut up,” you told him quickly. “I can, I promise.” 

“We’ll see about that,” Eddie said slyly. He looked down at you, where your pussy swallowed his fingers, and he said, “Fuck it.” He quickly withdrew his fingers from you, earning him a hiss at the sudden emptiness, and he stripped off his pants to be fully naked for you. You were right before; he had tattoos everywhere, lining his legs and hips and sides, and you smiled at the small devil illustration he had just above his pubes. “You ready, baby?” 

“Yeah,” you said. “Don’t forget about those marks.” 

“Oh, baby, I haven’t forgotten,” Eddie said. “Just thinkin’ about where all I wanna give ‘em to you.” 

“On my neck,” you told him, and Eddie swooped down, attaching to your throat in an instant. He bit at your skin, sucking it between his teeth and breaking the small blood vessels under your skin, and he only stopped when you mewled in pain. When he pulled away, he grinned down at his work, and he said, “I’ve gotta get inside you, my dick’s gonna fall off if I don’t.” 

“You dick won’t fall off,” you said with a roll of your eyes, and Eddie just smiled. 

“Wanna bet?” he asked as he nudged your legs open wider, and he worked up a mouthful before he spit down on your waiting pussy. He took his cock in his hand and used the pierced head to spread his spit around, and you gasped at his piercing caught on your hole, still all open and throbbing for him. 

“Oh my God,” you mumbled. “Oh, fuck, just fuck me.” 

Without another moment of waiting, Eddie pushed his cock inside you, letting you adjust to just the size of his head, and your head fell back. You had never felt anything like this before, anything so big and perfect, and the piercing dragged against your gummy walls as he pushed in even further. You worried that the piercing would hurt, but it was the thing you enjoyed the most about him, and you wrapped your legs around his waist, urging him deeper. “More,” you told him, digging your nails into his shoulders. “More, Daddy, more.” 

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Eddie chuckled. “That shouldn’t turn me on as much as it does.” 

“Turns me on too,” you told him. 

“Man, you’ve got some serious daddy issues,” Eddie laughed as his balls hit your ass, fully inside you. You felt like the breath had been pushed your of your lungs and you struggled for a breath, and you couldn’t stop the fuzzy feeling in your head as Eddie started to withdraw, fucking you slowly. “Next thing you know, you’re gonna be asking me for the money to go to Paris.” 

“Daddy,” you whimpered, lifting your hips to meet his thrust in, and you gasped in pain as he buried himself so deep inside you, his head kissed your cervix. “Fuck, ow.” 

“Oh, Jesus, you okay?” Eddie asked. “Do we need to stop?” 

“No, it’s not your fault,” you told him, wincing at the pain. “Fuck, that just hurt really bad.”

“What did I do?” Eddie asked. “Is it the piercing? I can take it out really quick if you want—”

“Eddie—”

“Yeah, let me do that, hang on just a tick—”

“Eddie!” you laughed, dragging him down into a messy kiss to shut him up. For as rough and gruff as he was acting before, he let his true self shine through for just a moment, and you saw the guy in those yearbook pictures from back in ‘86, smiling and throwing up devil horns. He was just a goofball, plain and simple, and that wasn’t something that people grew out of. He cared about you, even if it was just for the night. He readjusted his arms around you, holding you close to his chest, and you felt his erratic heartbeat against your chest. “Hit me.”

“What?”  Eddie asked, breaking the kiss abruptly. 

“This is getting too lovey and soft,” you told him. “You’re supposed to be hatefucking me ‘cause I’m Jason Carver’s daughter. Remember? You’re supposed to be taking out your anger on me. You promised that you’d fuck me and not make stupid love to me, so do it. Hit me.” 

“I don’t wanna mess up your pretty face,” Eddie protested. He still fucked you as he spoke, going slow and shallow, and you frowned. 

“Oh, so you’re breaking your promise to me too?” you asked. “First, it was Dad and Paris, and now it’s you. I thought you were better than that.” 

“Fuckin’ low blow, sweetheart,” Eddie chuckled darkly. “You don’t know what you’re asking for, wanting me to be rougher.” 

“Do your worst,” you bit at him with a wicked smile, and Eddie’s dark eyes went black, setting his jaw. 

“Fine,” he said flatly. “Was gonna take it easy on you, but you don’t leave me any choice.” 

He slapped you, hard, across the cheek, forcing your head to the side, and you gasped in pain as your cheek lit aflame. “Oh, shut up,” Eddie snapped. “You wanted rough, you’re getting rough. And don’t you fuckin’ complain either, you wanted this.” 

“Fuck, Daddy,” you whimpered, and you held on as Eddie started to fuck you harder. He was deep inside you, but not enough to hurt you again, and you peered over his shoulder to see a small mirror hanging on the back of the door. You watched as his lithe body moved, his taut ass flexing with every fuck inside you, your heels digging into his buttocks, but your eyes were glued to the giant bat that covered his back, the wings crawling up the back of his neck and into his hair. 

“Nuh-uh,” Eddie said venomously, grabbing hard at your throat. “Call me Master.” 

“Master?” you repeated, and Eddie nodded. 

“It’s an old song from when I was in high school,” Eddie said. “Come crawling faster, obey your master… Whatever. Doesn’t matter.” 

“Yes, Master,” you said, and Eddie smiled. 

“God, you’re so good,” he told you. “You like when I tell you you’re good?”

“Yeah,” you said softly, and Eddie pulled out of you. He used a strength that you didn’t think he had to throw you onto your stomach, manhandling your hips in the air as he sent a hard smack to your asscheek. It hurt, not as much as your face did, but you jolted anyway, crying out. “Make it hurt, Master, please!” 

His palm cracked against your ass again, and you mewled, pushing your ass out further to him. “Got a little pain kink too, huh?” Eddie asked. “Praise and pain, you’re doing so good for me, gonna make me cum so hard, sweetheart.” 

He used one hand to slide himself back inside your slick and waiting pussy, and his other hand tangled in your hair and tugged your head up. You were face to face with that mirror, forced to watch yourself get fucked, and you laughed, watching Eddie in the mirror. The hand in your hair readjusted to your throat, grabbing you hard and pressing his thumb into the vein on the side, and he used the leverage to fuck you hard. The angle was new, a lot better than the old one, and you moaned in time with his thrusts. 

“Yeah, this perfect pussy…” Eddie muttered, smacking your ass again. “Sucking me right in. You’re so good, y’know, most perfect pussy I’ve ever had.” 

“Thanks,” you giggled, and Eddie smacked your ass again. 

“Love the way it bounces back against me,” he told you. “Fuckin’ fat ass you’ve got, fuck. Might have to keep you, won’t let you go to Paris or anywhere.”

“Keep me,” you gasped. “Mark me, make me yours! Please!”

“You said you’re on the pill, right?” Eddie asked, and you gave him a quick “uh-huh”. “Good girl. Gonna cum inside you when we get there.” 

“Alright,” you giggled. You felt euphoric as Eddie fucked you, all the chemicals in your body making you smile and laugh, and you shrieked when his hand came to your clit, rubbing it in quick, small, focused strokes. “Master!” 

“Aw, your legs are already shaking,” Eddie cooed. “You gonna cum? My fat cock too much for you?” 

“Just so big,” you cried. The knot in your belly was bordering on splitting, electricity running up the back of your thighs and into the soles of your feet and the very top of your tummy, and your arms gave out from under you. Only your ass remained in the air, and Eddie dropped your throat from his tight grip in order to grab your hips and shove you back onto his cock. It took your breath away, and you whimpered into the bedsheets as he pounded into you. The bed underneath you creaked loudly, obviously never having seen this level of action before, and the sounds of it hitting your ears made you feel funny. It was ugly and slick, sticky and wet, smack-smack-smack of his heavy balls hitting your clit with every fuck, but it was the best thing you had ever heard. “Master! Wanna cum, let me cum!” 

“You think you deserve it?” Eddie asked. “You’ve been a big fuckin’ brat tonight. I don’t think you deserve to cum. I think I oughta fuck you until the sun rises and Chrissy and Jason notice you’re gone. Haven’t they noticed yet?”

“Th-They’re probably asleep,” you stuttered out. “They would have called me if they noticed.”

“Well, let’s see,” Eddie said, and he reached behind him for your phone, tugging it out of the pocket of your jean jacket. “Fuck, I’m not wearing my glasses, I can’t see this tiny writing…” 

“Alright, Grandpa,” you chuckled, and Eddie grabbed your hair and tugged hard, making you yelp. 

“Keep that attitude and I won’t let you cum,” he snapped quickly. “Missed call from Daddy. Missed call from Mom. Text from Daddy: Where are you? Another missed call from Daddy. Another text: Just called Tara’s mom, you’re not there. Come home now or you’re grounded. Another text: Is this about Paris? Jesus Christ, get a clue, Jason. Guess we don’t have any time to waste, do we?” 

“Please stop talking about my dad,” you panted, anxiety growing in your chest. So what? Dad takes your keys away from you? You’ll hitch a ride to school. Takes away your computer, your phone? None of it mattered. You weren’t going to Paris like he promised. “It’s a real turn-off.” 

“Whatever you say, baby,” Eddie told you with a small sigh. 

“Are you sad this is ending?” you chuckled. “Aw, Eddie.” 

“Don’t aw at me,” he said. “I’m still your master, baby, and I will be until I cum.” 

“Even after, I bet,” you told him. “I bet, the moment I call you, you’ll come running.” 

“You bet I will,” Eddie laughed. “Sweet pussy like this, I’ll do whatever you want me to if it means I get to fuck you again.” 

“You old perv,” you smiled, and Eddie smacked your ass one more time. 

“Yeah, but I’m the old perv that you fucked,” Eddie chuckled. “I’m about to cum, baby, and I want you to cum first.” 

“An old perv and a gentleman,” you said, and Eddie rolled his eyes. 

“What can I say? Mama raised me right,” Eddie said. His hand resumed its quick rotations on your clit, and that electricity returned, and you yelped as the pleasure returned full-force. 

“Master,” you whined. “Wanna cum, please.” 

“You’ve been a pretty good girl,” Eddie considered. “Been a little brat, but not naughty. You can cum, baby, cum all over my cock, make it all messy.” 

“Fuck!” you cried. “Eddie, oh my God!” 

“C’mon, baby,” Eddie said. “Good girl, c’mon.” 

You grabbed the bedsheets hard enough that you thought they might rip, and you came suddenly and hard. Your whole body shook as you pushed back onto Eddie, trying to get him deeper, and Eddie groaned as your cunt went tight as you came. “Fuck, honey, just like that,” Eddie said, and he reached up, rubbing your back as you gasped for air. Your head felt fuzzy and your body gave out underneath Eddie, and, luckily, you didn’t have to wait long for Eddie to finish. 

You felt him painting your walls almost in time with you, a deep moan drawing from his chest as he filled you to the brim with his hot, thick semen. “Fuck, yeah, baby,” he said on shaky breaths, and he molded his front to your back, breathing in time with you. “Don’t wanna move.” 

“Then don’t,” you whispered. His weight on you felt good, like the best weighted blanket you had ever had, and you clutched a pillow to your face as Eddie started to slowly kiss your neck, his lips resting just against your pulse-point. 

“Was that good for you, sweetheart?” Eddie whispered, and you nodded, humming softly. 

“So good,” you whispered. 

“You wanna stay ‘til morning?” Eddie asked. “I make a mean fried egg.” 

“Yeah,” you mumbled. You searched the bed for your phone as Eddie got up, and you quickly tapped out a message to your dad as Eddie redressed and retrieved his cigarettes from the front room: hey dad, i’m fine, just staying at a friend’s. you really upset me and i couldn’t stand being in the house with you. we can talk tomorrow when i get home. 

“Who’re you texting?” Eddie asked as he went to his closet, and he pulled out a t-shirt and a pair of pajama pants and tossed them in your direction. 

“My dumb dad,” you said. “Telling him I’ll be home tomorrow.” 

“Cool,” Eddie said. He sighed as he laid down next to you, and you tugged the shirt over your head as you curled up into his side. 

“Thanks for… This,” you said softly. “It means a lot.” 

“I know, sweetheart,” Eddie said, drawing at his cigarette. “Go to sleep, you’ve got a big day tomorrow.” 

And he was right. When you woke up, Eddie was already awake, the hood of your car opened as he fooled around inside it, grease up to his elbows. The morning was cold as you stepped outside, frost biting under your feet, and you called, “Eds? What’re you doing?” 

“You said your car made a funny noise when it starts up,” Eddie said. 

“When did I say that?” you asked, wrinkling your nose. 

“At the top of the night,” Eddie told you. “You hadn’t even come inside yet.” 

“Neither had you,” you said with a smile, and Eddie rolled his eyes. 

“Yeah, well, your connector cables are corroded,” he said. “Your battery is all fucked up. I’m not sure how your car even started to get you here.”

“Oh,” you mumbled. “Can you fix it?” 

“Not here,” Eddie said. “I’d have to take it into the shop, call a tow truck to bring it in. It’ll probably be $300 to fix it, too.” 

“My dad will pay it,” you told him easily. 

“Or, you could trade this piece of shit in,” Eddie offered with a chuckle. “Maybe then you could go to Paris.” 

“How am I supposed to get home?” you asked. “I told Dad I’d be home soon.” 

“I can drive you,” Eddie offered. He wiped his hands on a towel that hung from his shoulder, and the flame of attraction grew in your belly again. How had you never seen it before? Eddie was hot. “I mean, I’m headed into town anyway. I bet you guys live in Loch Nora, huh?” 

“Yeah,” you said. “Umm, thanks.” 

“No problem, baby,” Eddie said. “Just give me some sugar and we’re square.” 

“Sure thing,” you giggled, and you threw your arms around Eddie’s neck and kissed him softly. He chuckled and grabbed your hips as he kissed you back, and you smiled into his mouth. 

The drive was pretty quiet, all things considered. His van was nice, as far as vans went, and metal music played quietly from the speakers. He held a hand on your thigh as he drove, and he said, “You’re still wearing my clothes.” 

“Yeah,” you said. “Didn’t feel like putting my dress back on.” 

“I’ll need those back, y’know,” Eddie said. “I only have so many shirts that aren’t stained with grease.” 

“I’ll give them back,” you told him. “Maybe later today when I see you at the shop.” 

He rolled up in your driveway, and you sat and stared at the house for a moment before the front door opened and your dad stepped out. “Look at me,” Eddie mumbled, and he put his hand on your face and gently turned your face to see him. “You’ve got hickies on your neck, a handprint on your throat, and you can hardly sit ‘cause your ass is all bruised up. Want me to give you another hickey real quick?” 

“No, it’s fine,” you told him. “Maybe a kiss?” 

“Gotta show off for your dad,” Eddie smirked, and he leaned in and kissed you softly. 

“Kiss me like you mean it,” you mumbled against him. “Master.” 

“Fuck, honey,” Eddie said. “Making my dick twitch.” His hand softly cupped your cheek as he kissed you harder, and his tongue snaked inside your mouth. He tasted just the same as last night, and you grinned into the kiss. 

“Alright,” you said, and you gathered your things before you jumped out of the van, slamming the door shut and waving at him. “Bye, Eddie!” 

“Eddie?” your dad shouted. “Eddie Munson? Why’s Eddie Munson dropping you off at 8AM?” 

“My car broke down again,” you told him, brushing past him and into the house. 

“And you called Eddie to pick you up?” your dad asked. 

“No, I was already at his place,” you said casually, and you watched your father’s eyes widen as he finally saw you fully, the marks on your neck and your clothing. 

“You didn’t,” your dad said, his eyes narrowing. “You wouldn’t.” 

“I wouldn’t what?” you asked. “I wouldn’t sleep with the guy you bullied in high school? I might; who’s to say?” 

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Yandere Emperor x Gender Neutral Reader Oneshot (🥺 Smutty)

▪︎Warnings/Trigger: Light degradation, READER IS A WEAK AND QUIET PERSON, fluff(?) + smut, reader gets fingered, reader has a burnt scar on bottom half of face(read the manhwa if you interested in the actual romance story of why I put this detail), Mild yandere tendency, psychological,.

▪︎Words: 2612

▪︎Manhwa: The tainted half (ITS NOT COMPLETE, dont worry this oneshot is spoiler friendly!!!)

😭👏 Author's note: apologies everyone, for some reason when it comes to smut, the universe keeps making tumblr shut down whenever I copy paste the words. . . So screenshots to the rescue!

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Being one of the many descendant of a loving union between a goddess and a human, you were born in the Yul clan, who were blessed with such incomparable beauty that was like a curse as your people were exploited, sought after by man’s greed and trapped with no way out. It was difficult to be living in a time of his majesty’s endless tyranny, enduring the scorning of fellow concubines, the disapproval of courtiers and not seeing your cousin, a fellow concubine, was incredibly isolating to you. . . Luckily or unluckily for you, the Emperor has graciously been showing interest in you. You can only hope things will go well from now on.

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😩👍Gona be busy these days with more studying!! Hope you all enjoy this!! Bless you and as always, remember to never give up, it doesnt matter whether you believe in yourself or not -- JUST TRUST YOURSELF!! The situation will always be better than you expect ♡♡♡

Lady Pearlescent - Free Art

My light. My wife. The queen of my life.

Once more for those in the back.

Oooo omg 🥺😳😳 Love the pregnancy part, just wow–

Baby Addams.

Pairing: MaleWednesday x reader.

Warning: Mention of kidnapping, Mention of forced marriage, pregnancy, Yandere Male Wednesday. Gomez and Morticia from 1991. (poor transition Spanish and Italian) If you speak any of these languages feel free to correct me nicely thank you.

Summary: You were Wednesday's wife, with a baby on the way. (sorry summary sucks)

A/n: This is inspired by the story Yandere male Wednesday , by @teresalace I asked her permission so yea. Check out the story.

Three years, since you met Wednesday, Three years, since he took you away from everything you knew, Three years since you were married into the Addams family, and finally Wednesday had got what he wanted like he always did. You were pregnant, carrying a new addition to your husband's family. Gomez and Morticia were overjoyed about the news.

It was a dim, gloomy morning, and the massive black blanket lay on your growing stomach "Mi alma, wake up." a monotone voice whispered in your ear as you slowly opened your eyes, his plump lips kissed your shoulder, tracing down your arm to your wedding ring, sweet nothing whisper in Italian in Wednesday's normal deadpan voice "My parents are coming." he said getting out of the king bed.

You sighed and sat up as best as you can with a six-month baby bump, the room was dark in aesthetic and semi-normal, with hints of white and a little red amongst the black. The only thing that was out of the ordinary was the large custom guillotine that hung above the bed, which luckily was unable to move, You had to convince and seduce Wednesday for that to happen.

Getting up from bed was somewhat difficult, but you managed to waddle to your shared walking closet, black and bright, warm colors were separated down the middle of the metal bar. You quickly showered and threw on a blue maternity dress, earrings to match, and a necklace. The walk downstairs was a little hard even when Wednesday helped, your home was gothic victorian style like your in-laws but less big. Swords, old timely guns, and torture devices littered the walls as while as mirrors, the rugs were dead animals. The furniture was you guessed black and white with red, and some armor and statues stood around the living room.

You both headed to the kitchen, It was a modern kitchen that your husband allowed you to decorate the only rule? It had to be in his aesthetic which you took. Wednesday leads you to the kitchen island and helped you onto the dark wooden counter stool "Good morning Wednesday" you smiled at him tiredly ready to break the silence "Yes, it is quite a bad morning today." he hummed and sat a glass of water down in front of you and began to make you breakfast. Despite being tricked into this marriage he was a good husband dare you say the best, Yes his..well him, he never made you feel unloved and was surprisingly romantic. The apple didn't fall that far from the tree, though he wasn't over-expressive with his displays of affection. A loud shriek rang out making you jump "I hate that doorbell." you whispered as took a bit of your breakfast that he put down. "I will get it, Mi Alma" he walked out of the kitchen to the front door, Wednesday inhaled, and opened the door. His dad held a brown box and his mother smiled at him "Our boy." She cooed, opening her arms in a grand gesture "Mother, Father. It is a displeasure to see you." Wednesday acknowledged looking boredly between his parents then sharply turned and walked back to the kitchen, Gomez and Morticia headed to the living room the door eerily closing behind them.

You swallowed the last bit of food when Wednesday walked in "Come." he offered his arm, you locked your arm his and hopped off the stool.

"There's the woman who stole our son's black, dead heart and hunts his every tortured thought!" Gomez exclaimed loudly as you walked into the living room, earning a threatening "Father." from Wednesday which Gomez ignored. "Hello dear." Morticia gracefully walked to you, almost appearing to be floating "How far along now?" She asked smiling at you "Six mouths." You smiled back "We wanted to give you this." She looked back at Gomez who held up the box "Shell we look through it together?" She asked pulling you away from Wednesday and to the floor where Gomez sat the box. Morticia opened it and took out stuff one by one "Here's Wednesday Teddy when he was just a little boy." She cooed and passed you a black teddy with stitches, the head ripped off "Cute.." you grimace, sitting it beside you. She pulled out kid-sized knives and swords "Oh this was his favorite toy!" She pulls out a toy guillotine, big enough to chop off a finger or a Barbie's head. 'So the obsession started during childhood. great.' you stared at it hopelessly.

"Son." Gomez touched Wednesday's shoulder both of them watching their wives interact with each other one with joy and the other hiding her disdain poorly. Gomez only got a side-eye look from his son, letting his father know he was listening, eyes back onto you "Let's talk." Gomez pat Wednesday's back and walked across the living to the hallway. Wednesday huffed and walked out.

"What do you so desperately need to talk about?" Wednesday stared his father down, wanting to be back within your essence "Son..are you sure she's the one for you? She doesn't scream...Addams material." "Are you saying you disapprove of her?" "Not exactly-" "Because if you are," Wednesday took a step closer to the older Addams "You will never see me or my children. She is my every soul, she cut open my heart and made me bleed for her. I would walk through heaven and back to please her. I would kill for her," his eyes narrowed "Even if it means you." a pregnant silence fell upon the two. If it was a cartoon you would be able to see a row of dots typing above their heads. Gomez grinned and shook his son back and foe "You have truly found your own Morticia!" he laughed, swung his arm around the tensed Wednesday and walked back into the room.

You yawned as laid back into the bed, your in-laws stayed until the dark of the night arrived. Though weird they were a joy to be around, the love they shared, you had wished for since you were little you had got it from a man who rarely showed emotion but love doesn't have to be over the top, love could be quiet yet meaningful and coming from someone like your husband. It was more special.

"Are you ready Mi alma?" Wednesday asked, pulling you into his embrace, his chin resting on your head, you tried nodded as the lights of the room were turned off by themselves, in the stillness of the dark and at the edge of sleep you whispered a "Te amo." Wednesday allows his lips to curl upward just a bit in the safety of the night "Ti amo"

Transition

Mi alma.

My soul.

Te amo.

I love you.

Ti amo.

I love you in Italian.

😩Wrote this while happy/sad ♡ Derek x G.N reader (A sweet moment) TPOF SPOILER. Bless yall!

▪︎Warnings: Cuteness, Derek comes home from a long day, Gender neutral reader.  

Word count: 625 words ♡12.6.22 early in the morning ♡

You got up fast, ears perking up at the sound of rushed footsteps. It's him. He's home.

Derek came back in a raggedy state unlike his normally composed appearance of slicked-back blonde hair and his wrinkle-free suit. 

This time he looked tired and messy, barely clicking the door shut or sparing you a glance, his red tie loosely hanging sideways and his cufflinks were folded up his arms.

Looking at him you couldn't help but feel a bit sympathetic, besides, who doesn't have bad days? 

All of a sudden he plopped himself on 'your' bed, startling you with a gruff laugh. "You're probably thinking of running out, try it. I'll make you cry tenfold." His threats weren't just empty though it didnt scare you as you'd think. It was clear that he was on edge from. . . Something.

Slowly you spoke carefully, and knowing he was listening intently, your voice softened nearing the end, "I'm not thinking of escaping this place. . . I wouldn't leave you."

"Afterall, I'm... your property." You said confidently with such conviction, you sounded entirely convincing and convinced of that label, at this point maybe you were already brainwashed but you had little to complain about it. 

Derek blinked clearly surprised, then looked sideways at you in mixed equal amusement and satisfaction. His blue eyes glowing a vibrant sea-green against warm skin in the orangey rays of sunlight from the half-closed curtains. 

If you were to die right now, you'd have accepted that fate after witnessing a beautiful sight.

Your throat dried and closed up. 

The ocean was staring into you deeply and intensely, its unpredictable waves were calm and sparkling at this very moment. You wished this moment would last a while longer; wishing to believe that you and him were just two people sharing their company to each other, omitting any circumstances.

Derek almost seemed compelled to keep staring at you widely before in a split second his signature smirk reveals itself as he glances off, a dusky shade pinching at his cheeks though it could've been your imagination— You'd think he was blushing if not for the sun shinning in his face.

The view of the sunset infront beyond the glass veils took the spotlight away from the moment you were having with him. It took a few minutes, or at least that's the amount of time that you thought had passed by before you heard a deep breath being taken in by him. Then came a response that unexpectedly delighted your heart.

"You're not so dumb," he finally says after what felt like a long pause. 

He fully turned his head away from you though not moving away entirely, his body-heat radiating across to you from the small distance inbetween. And silence has never been sweeter, you smiled slightly at the growing warmth in your chest, breathing in the cool air mingling with hints of expensive cologne.

Knowing there couldn't be a next time as things would just go back to the usual routine of waiting around for him to return and enduring his painful out lashings. You enjoyed the moment with him.

So if this was the closest thing you could get to human touch. So be it. He's using you and you are using him. There's nothing more to it, you surely thought to yourself as you felt your eyelids weighing more and more and until you drifted off, falling sideways onto something warm and firm, you felt a light slap on your cheek before blacking out in exhaustion to the sound of a deep chuckle.

"Sleep tight, pet."

Strangely you didn't hate it, hearing his voice lowering to a whisper in almost consideration. A small part of you slightly wanted to listen more. . . As darkness took over too soon.