#hyperactive knuckleheads

[wing-ed-thing]

Happy Birthday to everyone's favorite Hyperactive, Knucklehead Ninja!

[sketchfanda]

Commission One Shot:Foxy Fucking

Now never it be said that Hinata Hyuuga wasn’t afraid to stand uo for herself, especially and particularly when it came to men who assumed she was a whore who’d be pretty much ready to bend over and cheat on her man. Really just because she was a kunoichi and happened to luck oint big time on puberty didn’t mean she was an easy lay but some guys just got the wrong idea. Which really put a damper on her good mood coming to this hot springs resort with Naruto and wouldn’t you know it, the Raikage happened to be in attendance along with Samui escorting him as is bodyguard. And the arrogant bastard sent her an invite to a private coed springs to discuss what he called “diplomatic relations”.

Which much to her annoyance and shock as well as the shock and confusion of Samui, consisted of the arrogant bastard flashing his naked body and demanding they service him like the bitches they were born to be. Or to put it bluntly, he liked them and he wanted them and they could do this the easy way or the hard way, the choice was theirs but really who was he kidding? It was going to be the hard way either way but Just so happened date had other ideas for this attempted cuckolding. You see this particular resort’s hot springs, especially this private one had a little secret in its waters, due to only having special properties for healing and relaxation…but a rather unusual affect on the bodies of women as the two kunoichi were about to find out first hand.

Neither of them was sure how or why it happened, was it their chakra mixing with the water or just some kinky, bizarre twist of fate but before the raikage knew it, Somethjng began to happen to the two Kunoichi’s bodies. Their thick curvy frames first beginning to grow in height and their Super model toned proceeding to grow slightly in muscle mass. And by slightly, I mean they began to bulk up and hulk out, going from fitness model athetoid tone into veritable woman mountains of muscle who did a lot more than lift, bruh!! Firm pecs ideal for supporting their juicy milk tank tits, tree trunk thighs capable of popping melons into juicy pulps, arms that needed a vet because they were some sick pythons and a set of washboard abs so cut that you could grate cheese off of them!!

They weren’t sure how or how it happened but they knew for sure just the sensations in their core alone made them orgasm so intensely that their thighs were soaked with sticky nectar. The lewd and cloud kunoichi recovering from their spontaneous sensual muscle growth to find they now towered over the stunned speechless raikage…and remembered just what the arrogant bastard had intended mere moments before. What followed was a sequence of violence so severe that this beatdown can’t be described in detail for the faint of heart but he was alive at the end. Albeit he’d be in traction for a while in the intensive care unit to say the very least, as he laid behind a clutch of rocks looking like a bruised and battered human pretzel.

As Hinata and Samui dusted off their hands, they couldn’t help but finally take notice of one another’s bodies and suddenly found themselves performing a showdown of pose offs. Crunching those six pack abs, flexing those biceps to make them pump and swell and clenching those firm powerful thighs while making those well toned bubbly booties clap. Only to pause when they were interrupted by the door to the private spring opening, revealing none other than Hinata’s husband, the whisker faced orange fox boy Naruto Uzumaki himself, standing in the frame slack jawed and bug eyed at the sight before him. The muscular amazonian beauties feeling no shame or embarrassment being caught in the nude, rather their gazes were drawn more to the raging hard tent being pitched under Naruto’s towel, sensually licking their lips as if some switch in their brain had been flipped.

Before the hyperactive knucklehead could ask what was going on and what had all that commotion had been that drew his attention to here moments ago, he suddenly found Hinata and Samui strutting over his way. For some reason he was hearing some heavy techno beat and the words by “Death! By Snusnu!!” over and over in his head like a mantra, as the amazonian kunoichi’s glorious titanic tires bounce and jiggled. The statuesque stunners making those delicious muscles ripple and flex with their silky movements as they squatted down to kneel before him and grabbed that towel. Pulling it off to expose the prize they sought, shuddering erotically as their pushes quivered with growing wanton need and desire at the length and girth that stood rigid before them and pulsed with a promise to fuck them so hard that no other man would ever suffice.

The next thing the knuckle headed hokage knew, he found himself laying on the cool marble floor as he was experiencing heaven on earth in the form his wife and the busty ice queen kunoichi performing a tandem fellatio on his cock. His length becoming soaked with a heavy coating of drool as they licked and kissed it, taking turns sucking and blowing on it as they deepthroated him with abandon. Their eyes burning with lust as they massaged and squeezed his balls, as if coaxing the baby batter contained within to come forth and give their thirst for his potent protein. Their pussies quivering as sticky juices flowed forth, making their intent to have that dick come fill them snd rut them deep and hard, wondering which of them woild be the first horny bitch to get some first.

Naruto of course made his answer clear as this lewd, slutty tag team blowjob caused the fox within him to take the helm, making his libido kick in as if primal instincts recognised the presence of bitches in heat who desired a virile alpha male to mate and breed with. Finding his arms moving on stint as they made a familiar hand sign, as in a massive burst of smoke, seven shadow clones stood around the muscular ninja girls. Looking around them in awe as they beheld those firm, stiff cocks just ready, waiting and able to grant their desire to destroy them. If Jiraiaya was watching from the afterlife, he’d likely be inspired with so much material for his icha icha books, that is after recovering from drowning in a puddle of his own blood from the nosebleed he’d be having.

Hinata and Samui of course wasted no time in seizing this wonderful opportunity presented to them by the former’s ever obliging husband, each having themselves four Naruto’s to service and pleasure. Starting things off with a little blowbang as as they shifted between stroking off a pair each while moving their heads back and forth to suck and blow them off, their mouths and throats becoming glorified oral pocket pussies for those bitchbreakers. Those lengths and girths pulsing in their silky palms and fingers as they deepthroated so intensely that those heavy balls were smacking their chins. But of course Naruto was never one to leave a lady to do all the work so it was omly right he begs to return the favour and bring a little of his foreplay A game to these muscular female works of art.

So to Hinata’s delight, she found her foursome working over her amazonian frame which had its quite gifted flexibility still available to her being put to its limits. One Naruto having her sit in his face as he ate her out, tongue probing her slit while another stood in front of her to hold her juicy tits between his shaft, pumping and thrusting into her cleavage like a man possessed as her naughty mouth and licked and sucked what came her way. The third knelt beside her as rubbed snd ground his cock along and against her abs, shuddering as those muscles ran along his length with massaging strokes. While the fourth squatted behind her, holding her glorious muscle booty as he thrust between those meaty cheeks to stroke his own cock off with them, pre flying and spraying her sculpted backside and painting her porcelain like skim.

Samui meanwhile was moaning with sensual delight and abandon as a pair of Narutos squeezed her tits as they licked and sucked on them, as if wanting to drain them of rich, delicious milk. The third had her sitting in his lap as his shaft pumped and thrust between her powerful thighs, her slit costing it in her sloppy flow of nectar. While her fourth stood beside her and her her curling and flexing her arm with his cock trapped by her bicep and forearm to stroke him off. To say he was clearly aroused by their newfound musculature was clearly an understatement.

Now if you’re wondering, not that you should really give a fuck but yes the raikage was still a human pretzel, unconscious behind some rocks and right about now eben in his comatose state? Had a feeling he was getting shown up and majorly, rightfully cuckolded because hey that’s karma baby!! But back to the real reason you’re all here right now which was seeing two hot buff ninja girls get the best lays in their entire lives by a one man gangbang. Rutted and fucked to such a degree thst quite frankly it’d be surprising if they didn’t wind up pregnant after this, the duo aroused at the idea of their washboard abs becoming round and full with the growing life of Uzumaki babies. Speaking of which, naturally the 8 deviant knuckleheads’ foreplay soon lesd to them getting some intense, hard and deep dicking as Hinata felt the rush and thrill akin to her first time and her honeymoon while Samui found any and every prior man she’d ever been with out to shame. Starting off with taking it from behind doggy style, their asses clapping every impact as those balls smacked their clits. While a pair of Narutos each knelt down in front of them holding their hair in firm grips as they performed powerful facefucking piston motions, the horny ninja muscle sluts taking it to their oral pussies like champs as those seed loaded balls smacked their chins. That of course was just the opening sequence to what was followed by an intense pornographic montage.

One moment Hinata would be held up in the air, the muscular filling of a Naruto sandwich as one hammered into her tight, naughty ass as the other hammered away into her sloppy, slutty pussy. While Samui rode one cowgirl style as she bounced and rode that Uzumaki dick with nymphomanic desire as another pounded her juicy ass, slapping those twin buns like besting a bongo drum. The next, the hokage wife was riding a Naruto in reverse cowgirl, stroking and sucking of a pair while Samui was on her back, taking it in a missionary position as she was getting fucked hard and fast, another Naruto straddling her shoulders as he pounded into her naughty mouth with vigorous lust. Her big tits bouncing and smacking his backside as the momentum of this particular spitroast was working her over hard.

The muscular Kunoichi Amazon duo relished each and every orgasm of course, especially the raw undiluted thrill of Naruto cumming on and inside of them. The rush of his white seed flowing and pumping into their wombs, intent to ensure there would be sum buns in those ovens. A constant tangle of limbs and bodies as they shifted between taint one on one to two or more, relishing being the centrepiece of their own combined orgy and gangbang. A new clone made whenever one poofed out or they wanted more Naruto cock to satisfy their erotic thirst. The hyperactive, unpredictable knucklehead truly making the most of that boundless stamina of his, was it all due to the newfound physical upgrade the kunoichi duo got or something that really motivated him today?

All he knew was eventually even after a constant round the clock stream of clones, Hinata and Samui were still ready and willing to go eben as the sun was starting to set. Now able to focus solely on the original himself and relishing his attention, coaxing him to keep mounting them like the bitches in heat they were and mark his claim and territory, whatever these springs had done to him also seemed to make their stamina a match for his. Not that he minded of course, his libido was still pretty much at the helm, telling him to keep at it as he had the muscular babes lay atop each other, watching them make out as he thrust his raging cock between their slits before fucking them in turn. Even after all the orgasms he had given them, they still yearned for his seed, intent on being bred.

Stil they showed no signs what so ever of stopping, even long into the night as they took it back to the hotel room the Uzumaki couple were staying in. Now driven to see to it that the bed would be destroyed and to keep at it until sunrise and perhaps even the rest of their stay. Meantime of course one of the staff had finally found the raikage, confused and shocked at the state he was in as he was doing in bandages and casts from head to toe. They’d never know what hit him, not even he could recall the how and why of it all, Hinata and Samui had beat the 7 shades of shit out of him so bad he suffered amnesia in regards to the before and after.

Not long after this vacation, Samui had herself transferred from Cloud to Leaf village as a live in ambassador , but unofficially she was the Hokage’s second wife. Her and Hinata turning heads with their newfound statuesque stunning muscles which they showed off with all manner of new outfits, only the more naughty or revealing stuff for their foxy man behind closed doors of course. As their bellies began to grow with new life, promising sweet little Himawari a few new brother or sister in the months to come. But of course they wouldn’t be the only kunoichi’s to get some from their whiskered baby daddy.

You see, Hinata and Samui maybe might have spread and shared details to certain fellow kunoichi friends of theirs about the private hot spring and it’s secret upgrade trick. Friends who happened to share equal parts admiring lust and love or their Uzumaki alpha male, having had many a sleepless night of intense wet dreams, being his personal bitches and baby factories. And who began to waste little to no time booking themselves some sessions in that spring as hey made p,and to give their favourite fox boy, or man rather, a little Amazonian surprise. When bitches wanted their Uzumaki, ooh you bet your ass they’d get their Uzumaki….

[pokemegha]

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✨HAPPY BIRTHDAY NARUTO UZUMAKI!✨

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The Sunshine ball of happiness, The cute cheeky lil brat, The Number one hyperactive knucklehead Ninja, Have a absolute blast of a Birthday!!!!🥳🥳🥳🔥���🍜✨

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Here's the textless version of my Artwork too~

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[beneaththetangles]

First Impression: Uzumaki

Do you ever feel that your life is spiraling out of control? Like things are just swirling downwards into an endless pit of despair towards a void of horror? Well, spare a thought for the citizens of the small town of Kurouzu. It appears that quite a few of the townsfolk are falling victim to uzumaki. And no, I’m not referring to the Number One Hyperactive Knucklehead Ninja we all know and love; these are literal uzumaki or spirals. Some people are obsessed with spirals, some use them for their own nefarious purposes, others are physically infected by them, and still others are so terrified of the spirals that they will mutilate their bodies to eliminate them. The story follows high school girl Kirei as she struggles to live in her town surrounded by people who have fallen victim to the swirly subterfuge of the uzumaki.

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[hellcifrogs]

I think you should go with Uzumaki Sai, here's my reasons why.

A) Sasuke still has his family since there was no massacre and thus he still is on great terms with his aniki.

B) Sai is incredibly proficient at that art thing which in my eyes could *easily* be a form of fuinjutsu and the Uzumaki's are well known for their fuinjutsu.

C) Sai could potentially actually be an Uzumaki! I've stuff where someone created a seal to alter what someone looks like so that could very well be the case for Sai (plus I think it would be very funny that when Sai is learning how to feel stuff he gains ears and a tail)

D) Sai deserves family too and if I'm understanding that he's still in ROOT at this point in time then who better to guide on him how to live life then our beloved 1# hyperactive, knucklehead ninja Naruto?

Okay okay you're right BUT I just sat for an hour here doodling Uzumaki Sai ideas... So just hold on!

It's another AU entirely at this point 🙃 why am I like this

[nabimachi]

The number 1 hyperactive knucklehead ninja! 🍥 I love all of Naruto's different looks throughout the series, especially sage mode (that eye makeup!) and six paths sage mode. ✨ From my stickers though I liked the paint and genin ones most so I had to turn them into charms too. 🥹💖 Sh0p announcement coming soon! 🌱

[raphs-rhapsody]

lil cousin at the family function likes naruto so i drew him as the number one hyperactive knucklehead ninja >;D

[magicgurljhonnie]

Naruto Uzumaki 🥷🍃

Number One Hyperactive Knucklehead Ninja

[luffythinker]

OH since we are sending fics can i show you my Naruto fic?? Im Zeroswaifu on Ao3 i was thinking about putting this in my main Shikanaru fic somewhere tell me what you think!

this is LEE-NEJI my babes

Admitting to Lee that he somehow burrowed his way into his formerly stoned heart turn flesh and blood, by none other than a certain hyperactive knucklehead was going to be harder than he expected at first glance. Neji knew this, he knew this before he even thought about putting his feelings into words. The deed has already been done, he'd already asked him if it’s okay to ask him a question, to which he agreed unknowingly what it was going to be. He cannot go back now. Neji he takes a deep breath the world isn't ending this is not the end. "Do you.. want to go out?" Lee blinks at him tilting his head a little. “Of course Neji I we can go out, you do not have to be afraid to ask me that.” This was easier than he initially thought it would be almost too easy. “Lee do you understand what i am asking you?” “Yes, it is a very simple question. You are asking me if i want to engage in training outdoors are you not?” Neji’s shoulders sag in despondency. It was as he suspected. “No i mean go out with me like on a date.” “You mean like rivals?” Bless his foolish heart it’s only because of their childish sensei he’s like this. “Explain.” Lee crosses his arms in thought. “Not like rivals, just two people who want to get to know each other better.” “What more is there for me to know? I know everything about you Neji.” Apparently not. “You don’t want to train? You want to just relax?” For him not to understand what he was hinting at this whole time was beyond Neji. However he couldn’t or rather he wouldn’t blame the poor thing for not knowing. The majority of their former classmates thought him an oddity among shinobi because of his unorthodox behavior. The near ability to replicate their senseis idiotic personality to a tee. Not to mention his inability to do any other jutsu except taijutsu. Neji digressed. He'd have to stop being subtle with him and try a more direct approach. “Lee, I want to go on a  date with you. Do you know what a date is?” “I know I am slow at some things but do not think of me as someone who doesn’t because I do.” There was uncertainty in his tone. “G-guy sensei and Kakashi go on dates all the time so of course i know.” Neji narrows his eyes. “I mean.. Yes they do, that's one example of what dating could be i suppose..” An unappealing one at that. “It’s not the kind of date I was expecting from you and I. I wanted us dating to be,” He clears his throat. “Different.” He feels the urge to fix his hair even though he brushed it thoroughly this morning. Nothing is wrong with it, he just wants to hide in it because now that he’s getting to the point it’s becoming somewhat of intimidation to look Lee in the eyes and he wants to back down. Neji Hyuga doesn’t back down from anything ever. Period. This is a thing and he isn’t about to back down. “Different how?” He’s left him waiting for too long. It's time to take a plunge. “Let me take you on a real date, please” He almost forgets to add "please." please is polite. Lee frowns. “I am actually busy today. I have to do one hundred loops around the village because I failed to do fifty jumping jacks while going up stairs. However if you were to accompany me would that count as a date? ” The idea of becoming sweaty and dying under the sun was repulsive to Neji BUT taking a walk with Lee did count as a date in his book sooo- “I accept. But can we take it down a few notches to just taking a walk in the forest?” He would make an exception for Lee and Lee only.

hiiii anon, glad to see you back!!

"engage in training outdoors" KJCDKJDKDJF WELL... NOT QUITE LEE

i love this anon, i really do!!

this pairing is so fun to me, because both of them don't have normal social skills and neji is trying his best but lee is so clueless about everything, it's fun to see them trying to find their footing in the world of dating

i think this is very well written btw!!

[floripire]

P sure you followed first- so that made me check your blog out. What drew me in was the good fucking soup. The way you make her feel like a real person. The detail you put into her. Honestly all of your ocs are good soup so im glad to know thats just your skill and not a fluke. All your blogs are an integral part of my dash.

what drew you to my oc? / @malka-lisitsa

really? i followed first? i always thought you followed first! heh, goes to show how aware i am, lmao! all jokes aside, though, thank you. i was getting a bit fed up with the job searching process and needed a lil bit of serotonin and you more than delivered!

good soup right back at you because n.aruto? my favorite hyperactive knuckleheaded ninja with a heart of gold? ten out of ten. a+, no notes.

the same goes for your e.lena. it took me three times to get through the show because i didn't like her much at the start, but i do now. i like her a lot actually. and part of that is your portrayal of her because you showcase the good, the bad and the ugly.

ditto with k.atherine: with each layer you unveil, good, bad or ugly, i grow to appreciate her more.

you keep your characters real, too. and i appreciate that as well. that is to say, you're also an integral part of my dash and i wouldn't have it any other way! <3

[skykashi]

Kakashi was right to give him the nickname "Konoha's number one most unpredictable, hyperactive, knucklehead ninja" 😂😂

✨️ Iconic ✨️

[woman-child91]

your honor more on the case

Yes! Naruto is definitely into boys. He’s going to continue being a boy magnet even in Shippuden. I mean, it’s not only human males he attracts.

There’s a hilarious episode where he actually makes an armadillo. Yes. An armadillo fall for him.

I think he was just born too cute and irresistible.

[foxseald]

LIKE / REBLOG this if you’d like to interact with a BRAND NEW, SELECTIVE, NARUTO UZUMAKI from NARUTO. adopted by mak / kai. est. 10/8/22.

[thecopycatninja]

“And look. There’s Naruto, too. My day just keeps getting better… ”

No, no reading will be done this day. Unless he can get him distracted, of course…

@omneinfinitus​

[backintheblackparade]

#1 Hyperactive Knucklehead Ninja Babey 😎

My personal headcanon is that Naruto is brilliant in battle tactics because he doesn't care about certain rules like decency or what is appropriate.

We're talking about the little prick that tricked Kaguya with the sexy jutsu, that threatened Kakashi with icha-icha spoilers, that won one of his Chunnin Exams fights by farting. A complete idiot, but brilliant nonetheless.

So it takes some time but eventually people start to realize just how creative he is and how well he uses the resources at hand. Kakashi says he must have got it from Minato.

Sakura is a genius with theories and concepts, with the technical implications and the facts. Sasuke is a more traditional battle tactics prodigy, preparing himself before the fight and evaluating the situation with critical eye, in order to decide how to act and what is the best path of action. Naruto? He's Mr. Wild Card. You never know what he'll throw at you and he use that to his favor.

That's how the "losers team" is actually balanced in terms of intelligence and skills.

[sleepinthrumyalarms]

— to tame a demon

pairing: wednesday addams x fem!oni!reader

warnings: none

summary: a new mid-semester arrival in the face of the gloomy addams girl meets the resident demonic student who's all witty remarks and tusked grins, and something inhumane draws her in

word count: 4.8k

"There are many flavors of outcasts here," Enid began, hands behind her back as she guided Wednesday through the yard, "but the four main cliques are Fangs, Furs, Stoners, and Scales," she counted, pointing to the table where a group of neat-looking students sat, sipping at some bottled red liquid, "Those are the Fangs, a.k.a, vampires. Some of them have literally been here for decades."

The girl moved on, and Wednesday's unimpressed glare flicked to another group of students.

"That bunch of knuckleheads are Furs, a.k.a, werewolves. Like me!”

The fuzzy-haired teens sitting at the table howled at the mention, greeting their kin.

"Oh, you see that girl? That's (Y/n) (L/n). She's not a werewolf, but a close thing. An oni demon.”

The young woman was sitting at the table next to the Furs, hitting her werewolf friend in the shoulder to get him to stop with the loud noise. She didn't really stand out — the girl wore a set of the standard issued uniform, her jacket and a few top buttons of her shirt unbuttoned. But one thing about her appearance really did catch Wednesday's eye — her canines, both top and bottom, crooked at the ends and big enough to protrude from a small slit between her lips. Despite the effect they had on her mouth, the tusks didn't make her face look inhumane, and, as the demon looked up to wave at Enid, Wednesday noticed a pair of snake-like slits in her (e/c) scleras.

The ravenette caught herself thinking of how pretty those eyes were.

"A close thing?" She wondered out loud, making a show of gazing somewhere away from the face of the oni girl, as if she was asking the question out of sheer curiosity.

"Yeah, well, she doesn't exactly "wolf out", per se. Think of her as... a girl with unresolved anger issues who lets her inner demons out every Blood Moon. So like, basically all of us," the blonde said, giggling at her own joke, "Dunno if it affects her looks, though... No one has ever seen (Y/n) during one of her demon furies."

Wednesday looked back at the oni, catching sight of the girl talking with her friends, a small grin on her face as she listened to their energetic rambles with amusement.

What an interesting creature.

Wednesday wasn't extremely enthusiastic about botany lessons. Thanks to her mother, she was practically an expert in the field of carnivorous plants. But skipping just wasn't her style, and she walked into the classroom, hoping the disinterest she had in the subject was clear on her pale face.

As the girl looked around the class to find herself a seat, her eyes quickly traveled above the heads of her classmates. She noticed Enid next to Yoko, so sitting with a person she was at least a bit acquainted with was off limits. Wednesday felt far from sad about the fact - having to neighbor with the hyperactive blonde in the dorms was enough excitement in her life.

Her gaze then suddenly fell on the two half-empty desks in the second row. One of the vacant seats was right next to Xavier, and mulling her decision over she realised she would prefer to sit next to a wolfed-out Enid rather than the miserable artist. Quickly making up her mind, Wednesday walked up to the other desk, and felt Xavier's gaze on the back of her head as she sat down, taking her backpack off to place it at her feet. She still had a few minutes before the class started, she could indulge in some macabre reminiscings of hers before the actual torture began.

"Oh. Hey," the gloomy girl heard a voice call out on her right, and turned to look up at her neighbor. Her breath hitched as she realised it was the oni girl, her cheek leaning against her fist as she smiled at Wednesday lazily, her top lip rising to her gums slightly to bare the intimidating tusks. If she was trying to scare Wednesday away, it certainly didn't work, "You're Wednesday, right? Enid wasn't exactly secretive about her new sombre roommate. I was hoping I'd get a chance to meet you."

The girl offered a clawed hand as a greeting, "I'm (Y/n)."

Wednesday took a moment to look the demon over. Her (h/c) hair was put up in a messy ponytail, some of the locks falling in front of her pointed ears, framing her face, and her (e/c) cat-like eyes were staring down at Wednesday with a playful glint. She was wearing the same uniform as the rest of the class, and the undone buttons exposed the top of the girl's collarbones.

What an annoying habit. Didn't she know what formal dress code was?

“Huh. The teeth don't seem to affect your speech, despite their uncomfortable positioning,” the ravenette noted, shaking the taller girl’s outstretched hand, finding it rather warm in contrast to her own dead-cold skin. If the demon found the temperature or the rather rude comment off-putting, she didn’t show it, “I hope I didn’t intrude.”

“No, no, you’re good,” (Y/n) reassured, leaning her elbow back against the seat, “And those? Yeah, I’m not an orc, you know. You should see how big they get when I... on second thought, you probably shouldn't." She stopped her rant bashfully, cheeks warming slightly at the realization of a rather sensitive topic not being suitable when meeting someone new.

"Not a pretty sight?"

"Outrageous."

"Hm.” Wednesday looked away from the other girl’s face, staring at the board in front of the class.

“I think I'd love to see."

That made (Y/n) chuckle, “You do seem like the type to enjoy outrageous and hideous things.”

Their conversation came to an end when Ms. Thornhill entered the classroom, holding a big pot in her gloved hands, and both girls turned their attention to the teacher.

(Y/n) had to admit that hers had seemed to switch to her new intriguing neighbor a few times. She watched Wednesday from the corner of her eye, taking in the girl’s frigid expression as she listened to the lecture without any interest, and found it hard to refocus on the lesson again.

It was the early hours of morning as Wednesday walked to the dining hall, completely devoid of any appetite but having nothing to do in this ungodly time. Most of the students were still asleep, and the halls were empty, letting the gloomy girl enjoy her solitude, her platformed shoes the only sound accompanying her.

Seemingly enjoying the peacefulness too much, she didn’t notice another person coming down from the other side of the stairs, and bumped into them, the collision powerful enough to tear her out of her thoughts.

Ready to put the culprit into the hospital for the rest of the school year, Wednesday looked up, and her emotionless gaze met the (e/c) - colored one.

“Good morning, Wednesday. Up to tackle people to their deaths so early?” (Y/n) chuckled, straightening her jacket before looking the smaller girl up and down, “You alright?”

“Peachy.” Wednesday deadpanned and turned around without another word, continuing on her path to the cafeteria. Much to her disappointment, she heard the other girl follow her, catching up to her smaller strides with ease.

“Were you walking to breakfast too? What a coincidence. A perfect morning for an early snack, I’ve been feeling hungry myself.”

Wednesday didn’t answer, and it was silent again, for which the ravenette was thankful. She could even say she enjoyed walking in the presence of the demon, as long as the latter kept her snarky toothy mouth shut.

"So, do you prefer your human flesh rare or straight from the limb?" The smaller girl asked suddenly without looking at her companion.

"Why, you got some to share?" (Y/n) chuckled, "Nah. I'm more of an animal meat kinda girl. Some of my ancient ancestors did have their man-eating tendencies, but they didn't exactly wear uniforms or went to school either."

"Sounds about right. Otherwise Nevermore would be an all-you-can-eat restaurant for you. Maybe even the whole Jericho town."

The oni laughed at the statement, a loud rough guffaw that almost made Wednesday’s ears bleed. Except it didn’t.

Wednesday found herself standing in the center of the dorm of her demon friend, hands dutifully by her sides as she looked around, catching the smallest details of (Y/n)’s lair. Her bed was made neatly, and some of her notebooks and papers seemed to had been hastily put in a messy pile on her desk, an obvious last-minute measure to make her working space look presentable.

Before she left to get the textbooks she had forgotten at Yoko’s the last time she had a sleepover with the vampire, the girl pulled up a stool to the desk, inviting the other girl to sit down and make herself comfortable, then, before Wednesday could utter a single world, sputtered some nonsense about her awful hospitality and gestured at her own, admittedly much bigger and softer chair, kicked the stool away, and left the room as fast as she could, promising to be back in a flash.

The girls had agreed on studying for the upcoming exam period, and, considering Wednesday was in no need of preparation, let alone tutoring, she made it the most heartfelt gesture to help the (h/c) – haired demon not fail any subjects. The ravenette told herself that she had no choice, that the oni wouldn’t stop whining and pestering her about how much work there was to be done and how little time she had left, but in reality (Y/n) had to only ask once.

Wednesday agreed, but not without grumbling about how annoying and tiresome the demon’s presence was.

Addams moved to take off her backpack and placed it on the desk, taking some books out of it before she took a seat in (Y/n)’s chair. She looked up at the opposite wall, examining the different posters and trinkets hanging on it. A small bonsai tree was sitting on the table that stood against the wall, obviously tended to caringly every single day, if the flourishing green leaves were anything to go by.

Noticing a much more imposing decoration, the girl stood up to get closer to a stand where two samurai swords were displayed in a matching daisho set, a katana and a smaller wakizashi sword. The sayas were of black waxed wood, golden kashiraes mounting both in peculiar bows. Wednesday moved to take a closer look, noticing a face of an oni demon neatly engraved into the scabbard of the katana.

"Something caught your eye?"

Wednesday turned around and away from the sword stand to look at the oni who had managed to sneak up on the other girl, but didn't scare her in the slightest.

"It's nice craftsmanship." Wednesday deadpanned, staring up at her.

(Y/n) looked somewhat pleased with the comment.

"I'm glad you think so," her slitted gaze moved from Wednesday's face to the kake, and the (h/c) - haired girl sighed, her hands behind her back and her shoulders tense, "It's been a while since I've last touched the blade. Don't exactly have a reason to train right now. Peaceful times." She said, almost with a hint of sorrow.

"Why didn't you join the fencing club?"

"Because I deem my swordsmanship a resemblance of my bloodline's ancient traditions, not a sport or a hobby." She answered firmly, but her tone held no offence.

"Strange. I'd see it as an opportunity to be undefeatable at something."

And to outdo Bianca again, no less. What a pleasurable thought.

Wednesday watched the other girl chuckle sheepishly and move her hand up to scratch at the back of her head.

"Well... My thrusting speed has been slacking lately. I'm more into powerful crushing slashes, you know."

"Hm." Wednesday seemed lost in thought, her gaze distant, before she turned to the taller girl again, "You and I should fence sometime. To keep you in shape."

The demon looked taken aback, both at the proposal and the intensity of the ravenette's gaze that wasn't there before. Then she smiled, her eyes warm.

"That'd be an honor. And you know I how I feel about that thing."

Wednesday stared up at the top shelf, aggravated, as if the glare adorning her face would make the book budge and fall into her hands.

She was at the library, looking for the Nightshades book, or anything that would lead her a step closer to the mysterious society. She wished she had brought Thing along. Tall bookcases wouldn't be a problem for him.

Frowning deeper, the ravenette tried to raise her hand a bit higher and jumped, the tips of her fingers barely grazing the spine of the book she assumed was the one she was looking for. She huffed, crossing her hands on her chest and looking around the room for some stool or a ladder.

"Wednesday, good evening. Up to some late night reading?"

Wednesday looked up at the entrance of the library to see (Y/n) going down the stairs, a smirk on her toothy lips as she observed the scene in front of her.

"Yes, I am, actually."

"Which one do you need? I'll get it for you."

Wednesday pouted for a few seconds, then pointed at the top shelf where the dark - purple book was sitting, taunting her.

The demon raised her hand to reach for the book, "Honestly, how are you so tiny?"

"(Y/n), I'm at a perfect height for breaking your kneecaps. I won't hesitate."

"Mhm, I'm sure you won't," grabbing the book, the taller girl took it off the shelf, but didn't hurry to hand it over to Wednesday, "Now, what's the magic word?"

"I don't have time for -"

"Wrong, Addams. Try again." The oni grinned, clearly enjoying herself.

Wednesday glared at the girl, her gaze murderous, but after a few moments she complied.

"Would you give me the book, (Y/n). Please."

"There, was that so hard?" (Y/n) pressed the book into the ravenette's hands, and the shorter girl quickly looked over the cover, exasperated when she realised it wasn't the one she was looking for, "Are you up to a research or something? Do you need an extra pair of hands, maybe?"

"Why would you want to help me?"

"Isn’t that what friends are for? And maybe it's the lack of anything better to do."

"You're such a slacker. I have no idea how you're still in this school," She put the book on the first shelf she could reach for, then turned around and headed for the exit, "Let's go."

The (h/c) - haired demon shook her head with a small smile before moving to follow the busy girl.

"I want to punch Xavier in the face," (Y/n) grumbled, her hands folded on her chest, a brush covered in yellow paint sticking in between her clawed fingers as she stared daggers at the pair of young people a few feet away from her.

"Huh? Why?" Enid looked up from the boat she was painting on, crouched on the ground, confused at her friend's sudden violent statement.

"Because he's a creep and he has a stupid face with that pitiful look of his." The oni muttered, furrowing her brows as she watched the young man bother Wednesday, the ravenette's expression and body language doing little to tell whether she was irritated by his presence, which pissed (Y/n) off even more.

Enid followed her gaze and smirked when she realised what the source of the demon's sour mood was, "If you think he's giving her a hard time, why don't you come over and talk to him?"

"I'm pretty sure Wednesday isn't the type to be sly and subtle when someone's vexing her." The oni huffed in reply.

"Well, doesn't that mean that... On second thought, I shouldn't be the one to judge the situation," the werewolf quickly stopped herself, noticing (Y/n)'s scowl now directed at her, turning away to continue painting the boat nervously.

The (h/c) - haired girl sighed, "You're right, actually. Maybe that means she doesn't mind his company. Or maybe she doesn't want to kill a guy in broad daylight," the brush the demon was holding finally snapped under the pressure of her grip, and she gnashed her teeth, seething, "I could."

"That's the third brush today, (Y/n)," Yoko chided from Enid's side, clearly tired of the oni's behavior.

"Sorry," (Y/n) turned her gaze away from the scene she was watching, her eyes like that of a kicked puppy's as she sat on her knees next to the vampire, taking a new brush from her outstretched hand, "Thanks."

Yoko hummed and resumed painting, "You should really talk to her, you know. Before it's too late and she's snatched from under your nose."

"Yoko's right. You jealously watching her like a hawk won't do either of you good. It's kinda weird that Wednesday herself hasn't noticed the heart-eyes you constantly have whenever she's around."

The demon grunted, trying to busy herself with lining out a yellow cat eye on the side of the boat.

"Seriously, (Y/n). Tell her. What's the worst that could happen? You don't seem like the type to be afraid of rejection," Enid grinned at her friend, winking, "Personally, I'm rooting for you. I’m sure you can make my roomie happy, well, to an extent, you know.”

Except the demon was afraid of rejection her whole life. And considering Wednesday wasn't the type to give any signals, (Y/n) wasn't sure where she and the gloomy girl stood.

She tolerated her presence, at least. That was a start. But she seemed to tolerate Xavier’s, too. God, what an enigma Wednesday Addams was.

The Rave'N Dance was at its peak. The music was loud, and most of the students had long since hit the dance floor, enjoying their time in groups and pairs.

Wednesday herself was feeling rather out of breath, the collar of her black vintage dress clinging to her neck uncomfortably as she stepped into a closed-off room to escape the noise of the party for a bit.

She was alone as she sat down on one of the couches, a sigh of relief escaping her mouth as she felt the pressure leave her sore feet.

Well, despite the abruptness of it all, Wednesday would lie if she said she wasn't having at least a bit of fun.

“Hey.”

Wednesday looked up to see (Y/n) come into the room, moving the blinds out of her way carefully. She smiled at the smaller girl, and the ravenette realised she was seeing the oni for the first time that evening.

The demon was wearing a black and white haori over a crisp white high-collared blouse paired with black hakama pants, and the combination of formal wear in different styles made the girl look very dapper. She had winged eyeliner on her face, (f/c) eyeshadow framing her lids gorgeously, and her lipstick was smudged on her canines just a bit, no doubt from all the talking and drinking the oni had done throughout the evening.

(Y/n) walked over to take a sit next to the smaller girl, letting her back slump over the couch with a grunt.

“Out of your notorious inhumane stamina already?” Wednesday asked teasingly.

“Uh-huh. Thought the girls were gonna dance me to death. I needed a breather,” the oni opened her eyes and straightened in her seat, looking around the small closed-off space, “Where’s your date?”

“You could say I needed a breather too. These shoes are killing me, and not in an enjoyable way.”

The demon hummed, her eyes moving from Wednesday’s legs up her face. Their gazes met, and (Y/n)’s didn’t falter.

“You look deadly beautiful yourself, Wednesday. Very much so.” She muttered quietly with gentle admiration, and Wednesday felt her stomach flip.

I couldn't tear my eyes away from you this whole evening, was what the demon wanted to say. I wish I was the one to share the dance with you, wish I could tell you how much I adore you, and how badly I want to hold you close, to feel your touch. Me, not anyone else.

The girl averted her gaze again, moving to stand up, "Gotta go before they think I've ditched them. No patience with the vampires. Ironic, huh?" She smiled, though it didn't reach her eyes, and went to the exit, looking back at Wednesday one last time.

"Have a good night, Addams."

"Is there something on your mind? You've been very quiet for the past hour, I've gotten a lot done. It's getting unnerving."

(Y/n) smiled slightly, huffing out a laugh through her nose, her elbows resting on the stone railing of the balcony as she turned her head to look at the ravenette, "Nothing much. Just... things, I guess."

"Are they bothering you?"

Never. When I'm thinking of you, it's never a bother.

"I think I'm in love with you, Wednesday."

For the first time ever, (Y/n) saw the gloomy girl get caught off guard. Her eyes were wide open, but she didn't say anything. Her gaze traveled up to the face of the demon girl, and she stared at her, unblinking, like a hunting cat expecting a sudden attack.

"You'll get over it."

"You think so?" (Y/n) chuckled, looking out at the dark scenery in front of her, "I never thought I'd get to say that you might be wrong."

It was silent between them again. Wednesday seemed to be lost in thought as she observed the side profile of the taller girl, noting all her features lit by the dim moonlight.

"When have you started to feel this way?" She asked at last, as if a doctor examining her sick patient.

"A while ago, I guess."

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"I was afraid of... how you'd react. And I didn't want to overwhelm you. You seem to have a different type of obsession going on." (Y/n) looked at Wednesday, eyes gleaming with honesty.

"I hate you." Wednesday deadpanned, unconsciously moving closer to the taller girl.

"Really? Why?"

"I hate the way you make me feel. Your mere presence is what constantly overwhelms me."

Barely any inches were left between them as their gazes met, electicity going through the sudden connection.

"Do you want to stop feeling this way?" The oni whispered, barely audible through her heart thumping in her ears.

"No."

(Y/n) froze, and Wednesday leaned forward on her tip toes to meet her, pressing her plush lips against the demon's. The kiss was soft and warm, and (Y/n)’s stomach was instantly swarmed with butterflies, the heaviness leaving her shoulders. She felt the hand of the smaller girl move closer to hers, and Wednesday pressed a finger on top of her palm gently, before the cold touch engulfed the whole hand of the oni as their fingers entwined.

“It’s been an hour already, Wednesday.”

“I know.”

“It’s getting late. We should get to bed.”

“Do as you wish, (Y/n). I’m not finished yet. Good night.”

The demon groaned at the words, standing up from the bed to walk over to the smaller female where she was typing away, the clicking sounds almost enough to lull (Y/n) to sleep. But she couldn’t, not without the presence of the other girl.

Draping herself over Wednesday’s shoulders, she watched the typerwriter print the letters at a steady pace, Wednesday’s brows furrowed in focus.

“Come on,” the oni whined quietly, “This can wait until tomorrow. You have to rest.”

“(Y/n), I’ll suplex you out the window if you don’t stop bugging me.”

(Y/n) sighed, burying her face in the smaller girl’s shoulder, “You’re so mean. You know I can’t sleep without you.”

The typing paused, and Wendesday turned to face the demon who was still mumbling something into the fabric of her sweater, blunt tusks scratching at the clothed shoulder as her mouth moved. The shorter girl exhaled tiredly before turning back to the typewriter, finishing her last sentence and taking the paper out before putting it into a neat stack next to the device. Then she turned to (Y/n) again to press a light kiss on top of her head.

“Fine, you big baby. Let’s go to bed.”

Raising her head, the demon smiled, straightening her back and taking Wednesday by the hand, pulling her up and to the bed they shared now that (Y/n) was allowed to sleep next to Wednesday instead of the hardwood floor. It was a long process, but the ravenette was able to get used to the presence of the other girl, comfortable enough to push her boundaries to an extent.

“Want me to do your hair?”

Wednesday nodded, and (Y/n) sat down on the bed, taking a black brush from the nightstand before motioning for the smaller girl to sit between her legs. When they were situated comfortably, the demon started to unbraid Wednesday’s dark hair, careful not to tangle her claws in the tresses, before brushing it gently. Wednesday closed her eyes at the feeling of the oni’s hands in her hair, goosebumps raising up her neck as she leaned back into the bigger girl’s body.

This was nice. She could get used to this.

Skipping was never Wednesday's style. She was a responsible student, dutifully attending every single class and never missing on her extracurricular activities. Not like she'd ever want to, anyway. She liked spending time with the bees, even if the girl herself would never admit that.

So what was Wednesday doing, away from her class during school time, hidden inside a barely lit broom closet as she pressed her mouth against the resident demon's, kissing her feverishly and licking over her tusks?

Oh, if only her parents could see her right now. They'd probably be ecstatic.

"Fuck, Wednesday," (Y/n) sighed against the smaller girl's mouth, hands on her waist as she pressed the ravenette closer to herself, wanting to leave no space in between them.

"Make no sound," Wednesday scolded the (h/c) - haired girl, biting at her lower lip and sliding down to place a chaste kiss along her jawline, "We don't want to get caught, now do we?"

The only response she got was a quiet whine, and she smiled against (Y/n)'s neck, pressing a few kisses there, right by the jugular, and feeling her pulse quicken under the cold touch, the demon's clawed fingers digging sharply into her hips.

The ravenette moved away, and the taller girl breathed in sharp sighs through her mouth, skin tingling and positively on fire.

Wednesday kissed her again, just for the lovesick look in her eyes.

"I'm afraid we have to go before someone notices our absence and thinks I've kidnapped you to torture for fun."

The oni girl huffed, running her hand through her (h/c) hair both to fix it and to relieve the tension that was clearly still there, her other hand resting on Wednesday's waist, rubbing her thumb against the cloth of her uniform affectionately.

"You're such a tease," she sighed, lowering her face a bit, slitted eyes glowing and hopeful, "One last time?"

Wednesday pressed her palm against (Y/n)'s cheek and got on her tip toes to gently kiss the other, lingering there before pulling away completely, leaving a small but noticeable mark of her dark lipstick color.

"There. Let's go."

The oni grinned, cheeks still red, and Wednesday couldn't fight the warm feeling bubbling in her stomach at the way the taller girl looked at her.

"Let's hope Ms. Thornhill doesn't get too mad," (Y/n) chuckled, moving to open the door of the closet, letting some bright light in through a small slit. Then she closed it with a sharp twist of her arm, eyes wide and panicked.

"Wednesday, we've skipped the whole period here."

"And?" The ravenette deadpanned.

"The class is over!"

"And?"

"What do you think! The halls are filled with people right now. There's no way in hell we're getting out of here unnoticed."

"Why would we need to do that?"

The demon girl tore her gaze away from the door, looking down at Wednesday as if she was mad, making the ravenette roll her eyes.

"You're stupid. Come on."

Grabbing (Y/n)'s hand, she opened the door and led the girl forward, tugging when she felt resistance and heard the oni groan.

"I can't believe you sometimes," (Y/n) muttered, embarrassed.

"For someone who seems to always act so cocky and aloof, you care too much about what others think. Besides," she turned around to glance at the frustrated girl, a small smirk on her lips, "the color looks good on you."

(Y/n) didn't answer, too busy avoiding the amused stares of her fellow students passing by.

Oh, they were certainly not going to let her live.