#jenna writes

[theonethinginlife]

A Rollisi 26x08 coda, part one.

[jennagrinsoverml]

Title: A Father’s Love

Chapters: 5/?

Rating: T

Relationships: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir & Gabriel Agreste | Hawkmoth, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug

Summary:

The next chapter of my Good Parent Gabriel AU where Gabriel’s still a jerk and supervillain, but also actually cares about his son.

This is the second half of this universe's version of the Bubbler episode!

[olympain]

I was helping.

[poisonlove]

Wednesday Addams x F!Reader

• Reader is about to leave for work. Wednesday asks her if she's forgotten anything, and Reader gives her a kiss. Wednesday turns red and opens her hand to reveal Reader's keys/wallet/etc., saying

'I meant this, but it's appreciated.' Or smt like that!

forgetting something ?

Pairing: Wednesday Addams X fem!reader

Words: 4k

Warning: fluffy

Author notes: I've received a lot of requests, I'll try to do them all!

Happy reading

"Love, what's the password for your phone?" I ask curiously as my eyes glance at the smartphone in my hand.

I found myself in Ophelia Hall in Wednesday's room with Enid, wanting to spend some time with my girlfriend. Enid was doing Things' manicure while sharing some gossip about some outcasts at school. Meanwhile, Wednesday Addams was making the most of her writing time.

Ignoring me.

The tapping of the keyboard abruptly ceases and Wednesday slowly turns towards me. Her brown eyes turn cold and dark as they meet Enid's, who visibly trembles in the face of that icy, penetrating intensity.

"Things, I'll finish later..." Enid whispers, her nervous smile betraying the fear inspired by Wednesday's gaze.

Without saying another word, Enid jumps up from her bed and hastily exits the room. The door slams behind her, resonating in the silent air as Wednesday watches her pass with an impassive expression, lips pressed in a subtle smile of satisfaction.

"How many times have I told you not to scare her?" I say with a small smile on my lips, and Wednesday looks at me without batting an eyelid.

"I didn't scare her," her voice is calm and controlled, without any hint of remorse or concern.

"You did," I sigh at her comment while absentmindedly playing with her phone.

"As you wish," Wednesday replies calmly, showing no particular emotion.

I smile shyly at her response.

"I told you not to use vulgar nicknames in front of others and you keep doing it," Wednesday justifies herself, looking at me curiously.

I raise an eyebrow in confusion.

"Vulgar?" I ask, feeling puzzled.

Wednesday nods timidly, without a hint of a smile on her lips.

I sigh loudly.

"Anyway... Could you tell me the password?" I ask again, wanting to change the subject to avoid ruining the atmosphere.

Wednesday tilts her head to the side and scrutinizes me with her gaze.

We've been together for a month, but I don't know if I'll ever get used to her quirks.

"My favorite plant" Wednesday replies in a monotone voice.

"Of course" I reply sarcastically as I type in 'Belladonna.' The phone unlocks, and I smile as I see the background: me and Wednesday embracing during the Poe Cup. The brunette had a stoic look while she look at me smile at the camera.

"Nice background," I say teasingly and Wednesday rolls her eyes at my comment.

"I know," she replies monotone.

I could see a small smile threatening to emerge at any moment.

"But don't you have any games?" I ask disappointedly, and Wednesday stares intensely at me.

"I barely use it to write to you," she justifies herself, and I nod understandably.

Wednesday and technology were two completely different things and couldn't fit in the same sentence.

"So you only have WhatsApp?" I ask curiously, looking at Wednesday.

"You're distracting me unnecessarily," Wednesday mutters annoyed by my questions. She turns her back on me and starts writing her story again.

"Thanks, Wed" I say sarcastically, and Wednesday continues to press the keys of the typewriter ignoring me.

"Why am I with her, I don't know," I mutter to myself, turning my gaze to her phone. I scroll through some pages and look at the apps.

I  choice YouTube.

"Because you love me," Wednesday replies loudly without looking at me "and anyway, I can hear you, be careful," she adds in a cold voice.

Was that a threat?

"Right" I reply aloud.

I start searching for what interests my girlfriend. Hundreds of horror stories and interviews of real murders, true photos, and thousands of hypotheses about monsters, unsolved murders, and much more.

Creepy but Wednesday's style.

"Y/n?" I raise my head from the phone and turn my attention to Wednesday who had once again interrupted her writing hour.

"Tell me, darling" I ask with a smile on my lips.

"Shouldn't you be going to work at the café?" Wednesday asks with curiosity.

My smile fades and I widen my eyes in realization: I had forgotten.

I quickly get up from the bed in a panic

"shit shit" I put on my shoes and look around the room in concern. "Where's the jacket?" I wonder, and I look around the room with worry. "You threw it on Enid's bed," Wednesday exclaims disapprovingly, and I smile hugely.

I internally thank Wednesday for her incredible memory.

I walk towards the door, but Wednesday's voice makes me stop.

"Forgetting something?" She asks seriously.

  I sigh at the unfortunate moment of being romantic. "You're right" I walk towards her and lean down towards her face to unite our lips in a sweet kiss.

As we separate, I notice that Wednesday's cheeks were completely flushed.

"You were forgetting the car keys, idiot," says Wednesday embarrassed, showing me the keys.

I had left them on her desk an hour ago when I arrived.

"Oh, thanks," I say embarrassed, and Wednesday smiles widely making my heart race a mile a minute.

"But I appreciated it" she confesses quickly and I smile back getting lost in her deep brown eyes.

Yes, definitely, now I remember why I'm with her.

[gothmoes]

𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐉𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐎𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐠𝐚 𝐡𝐜𝐬

pairing: Jenna Ortega x fem!Reader

wc: 2,2k

warnings: long, rambly, and self-indulgent 🫶 no actual ending to wrap this up, will just come back to this when I get new ideas to add.

Jenna is spoiled rotten, and it is no one else's fault than yours. She wants your touch, warmth, kisses, and attention—and she knows she will always get them.

Jenna tries not to be so needy (not really), but now that you’re hers to claim, she can’t help but want to be in your bubble constantly. That girl would live in your skin if she could.

Jenna is highly affectionate. Not only is she hungry for your affection, but she also freely gives you hers. You name it: hugs, kisses, cuddles, bites, licks (she is particularly fond of licking your face and biting you wherever she can reach, for some reason). If it means she will touch you somehow, she will do it.

Velcro girlfriend, in other words.

If Jenna lies somewhere, she calls you over to lie on her. Your weight is like a heated blanket; she loves playing with your hair and caressing your face as you drift to sleep on her chest or soft tummy. It’s a good way to bond when she's reviewing a script or reading a book.

She has a habit of coming up behind you and nuzzling into your back, prompting you to turn and scoop her into your arms. 

Height difference is a huge plus! Jenna loves to be smothered by you when you hold her, to drown in your fragrance and melt into the safety of your embrace.

She is very touchy. Not only affectionate-touchy but “will grope you as she passes by you with no particular purpose than to make you squirm” touchy.

She loves to play with your hands. No reason; she loves how your hand envelopes hers and your fingers fit together like puzzle pieces. 

Not a napper, or rather, was not a napper until she discovered paradise in your arms. Now, being held by you triggers an instant rush of oxytocin and melatonin that, coupled with the thump of your heartbeat and your warmth, knocks her out within minutes.

Jenna is kind of a baby when sick, but it's your fault. She wasn't like that until you came in and started babying her. She used to be independent and treat her illnesses in a very mechanical and detached way because it was nothing more than a setback from work. Now, she can't imagine having a cold and spending her quarantine without your tender touches. 

Same thing when she’s PMSing. The more time you spend caring for her, the better quicker she feels.

Jenna has an insane staring problem—always has and always will. She can’t help but stare at you like you hung up all the stars in the sky; she’s so lucky she has you. Her adoration is ever present in her eyes. It’s one of the reasons it’s so tricky for her to have you around when she’s supposed to be focused. She looks too giddy and happy to hide. 

Don’t get her started on your smell—she’s one of those freaky women who inhales you any chance she gets. She loves the way you smell so much. It’s like her entire nervous system instantly relaxes whenever she catches a whiff of you.

Jenna is not huge on stereotypical nicknames. She prefers to have a few significant ones for each other that you probably come up with after an important experience or memory. Hell, she even takes inspiration from her favourite songs. However, she is partial to how “Angel” rolls off your tongue, and she will occasionally slip up with a “Babe” now and again.

Jenna lives in your clothes. The majority of your wardrobe is with her at all times. You might wonder where your favourite hoodie is just to get a photo of her lounging in it five minutes later.

Jenna is a certified yapper with you. She naturally is, but most people don’t get this version of her because she doesn’t feel uncomfortable being herself around them. You are more than happy to hear her speak her mind about any topic she can think of, finding peace in how her eyes light up and excitement laces her voice when she realises she has your undivided attention. 

This woman will babble about the randomest topics, even as she drifts to sleep. It’s incredibly endearing, and she never fails to make you laugh with the strange things that endlessly pop into her pretty little head. She doesn’t even need to try to be funny most of the time; she just is.

Jenna is very supportive of you and your goals. Ideally, she wants you to travel the world with her, which is doable if you study through an online program or work a remote job.

If, due to your goals, you don’t have the availability to go with Jenna for long periods and you’re mainly doing long-distance, things get a bit more complicated. Still, Jenna is 100% invested as long as you are. 

She is a terrible texter, BUT she does try for you! You can't say she doesn't. The problem is that she doesn’t typically send text messages. Instead, you receive a constant stream of photos updating you on what she’s doing, where she is, who she’s with, what she’s eating, what she’s wearing, what she’s not wearing, etc, with no follow-up. Most of the time, she sends them in faster succession than you can keep up with.

The second common way of communication between you is FaceTime. It’s simply more convenient than texting, given her lifestyle. AND she needs to see you constantly for mental health reasons. 

When she does text, Jenna makes your heart swoon. She might not be the best at sending you a “Good Morning” text every day at the crack of dawn (those timezone differences have her fucked up). Still, she never misses an opportunity to show you how much she loves and thinks of you. Sometimes, her messages are a little poem she came up with while thinking of you or a song and some lyrics she heard that remind her of you with no explanation other than “this is you <3”.

She often sends you voice notes and videos to make you smile. Hearing her lovely voice and seeing her angelic face is always a delightful surprise.

This woman is incredibly cheeky. She loves to flirt with and tease you. Sometimes, she does it to get a laugh out of you, and other times, she does it to get a rise out of you. (She gets a big head about eliciting your reaction every single time without fail.)

Jenna is not a great cook, although she grew up with delicious homemade meals. The main reason is that she simply doesn't have the time to hone her skills in the kitchen. Lord knows she tries, though! She expectantly stares at you with those sweet doe eyes and hesitant smile, and you never have the heart to shoot down her efforts. 

Despite Jenna’s chatty nature, one of the things she deeply appreciates about you and your relationship is that she takes repose in your silence. She can talk until she tires but knows that she can also exist near you quietly when she needs to without you expecting her to fill in the silence out of discomfort. Her tranquillity with you is unlike anything she’s ever felt. She cherishes those moments as much as any other because your silence is just as precious.

You are the subject of lots of photos! Jenna photographs what she loves, so roughly 30% of her storage is photos of you, while another 30% accounts for photos you’re in, like couple selfies and other lovey-dovey stuff. (The rest has been quickly overtaken by Fig.)

Jenna loves driving, but she also loves being your passenger princess because it’s peaceful sitting beside you, your thumb rubbing small circles over her thigh or her hand clasped in yours with the hum of the car lulling her into a nap. 

She loves taking baths together. To melt into your body and forget the pressures of the day. 

Date nights are random and spontaneous. Jenna’s schedule is too erratic most of the time for you to nail something down permanently. Regardless, they are enjoyable, a great time to bond and let the world disappear. You both love to explore new cities and get lost together. It’s an excellent way to discover new hang-out spots and restaurants, but you also have homebody moments. Sometimes, all you really need is to be in your bubble, sharing a warm meal, wine, and ice cream. Either way, you always laugh and make out wherever you are. 

Movie nights CONSTANTLY. If they’re not your thing, then they’re simply something you do to indulge Jenna, which becomes a bonding ritual you relish.

Jenna worries about you when you’re apart from each other. She likes to be updated when you have important things going on to avoid overthinking and getting anxious for you.

You’re her madness and peace all wrapped into one, and Jenna is not shy about showing you her true colours; you get all of her, and she expects to get all of you. 

Jenna is not a morning person. If she has a day free, she expects to enjoy being able to sleep in; otherwise, she wakes up cranky and glaring at everything and everyone. Nothing a long cuddle and some well-placed kisses can’t fix. Even when she wakes up for work, she stays quiet. It takes her a while to fully wake up, but by the time she gets to work, she’s usually her bubbly self again. 

She’s not a big spender on herself. She is not interested in things but loves spending money on you. 

Jenna low-key tries to impress you, not with her acting, because she dislikes you seeing her act, but with her outfits. You’ve never gone to her fittings because she loves to get your first reaction the day of.

She loves to make you laugh, and it's very easy for her because she's odd. She is absolutely delightful, though, and her unique sense of humour has always been one of the things you most adore about her. 

She loves celebrating you in any way she can, but she prefers to do it privately and intimately. Birthdays, holidays, Valentine’s Day, National Girlfriend Day, she never forgets those dates, and she takes pride in showing you her appreciation for you. She also loves to be on the receiving end of your celebratory plans for her. You go all out and have never let her down. (Things might be becoming a bit competitive, though.)

Jenna makes you endless playlists for all sorts of events and moods, but she gets emotional when you do the same for her. It makes her feel vulnerable in the best way that you know her as well as you do.

When she’s upset, she’s not a huge talker. The main thing she needs is your physical comfort, to know that you’ll hold her and let her soften into you, and she can lose herself in your embrace because you’ll shield her from the world. She does open up eventually when she feels more regulated, but normally, she stays in your lap while you discuss her issues. 

People know you’re dating. It’s easy to hide if you’re doing the long-distance thing because no one but her sees you, but when you start travelling with her, Jenna can’t hide how happy it makes her to have you around. You blend in easily with her crew, but a few detectives start putting 2+2 together and scrutinize you until she slips up. Which she does. It might be much later than expected, but it still surprises people. 

Jenna is not huge on PDA because she doesn’t like sharing your thing with everyone, but that doesn’t mean that she’s good at avoiding it. She prefers to keep you and your relationship out of the spotlight because you’re precious to her, and she values your wish to keep your relationship private, but sometimes, she can’t help herself. The few photos circulating the internet where you’re holding hands or kissing are all due to the fact that she couldn’t keep her hands to herself for long enough to avoid it. 

When Jenna gets anxious, she needs you. It doesn't happen often, but it does. A hug, a handhold, just you. It’s not that she expects you to automatically “fix” her; she would never burden you with that responsibility. It’s just that your presence truly is that comforting. Being around you gives her the strength to regulate herself, especially when you’re being closed in by paps or invasive fans. That foreboding feeling that triggers her to be in survival mode feels less menacing and overwhelming when you squeeze her hand or shield her from prying eyes. 

Jenna is not a jealous person, but she does get jealous. She trusts you wholly and knows you would never intentionally make her jealous or disrespect her. Still, other people don’t value your relationship the same way. More often than she’d like, Jenna has had to deal with people who are so drawn to you that they’ll openly flirt with you in front of her. She begrudgingly has to admit to herself that she can’t blame people too much, though—you are remarkable and magnetic and so breathtakingly gorgeous. She understands why people want your attention so much, but damn if it doesn’t make her blood boil.

She is very playful and such a tease, but she cannot take what she dishes out for the life of her. As soon as you give her a taste of her medicine, she simply... shuts down and stares.

𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭: @freakshow2501

[thoughtkick]

You may be slow to warm up, but once you do, you light up the whole room.

Jenna Evans Welch

[brainddeadd]

Accidentally calling your girlfriend "wife"

Jenna Ortega x fem!reader

You’re both out shopping, and Jenna’s busy trying on sunglasses at a little boutique. You’re chatting with the cashier while waiting, just making casual small talk, when she asks, “So, are you two together?”

Without thinking, you reply, “Oh, yeah, my wife and I are just doing a little shopping today.”

It takes a second to realize what you’ve said. The cashier doesn’t seem to notice, but Jenna’s head snaps up from the sunglasses display, eyes wide and cheeks instantly turning pink.

“Your… wife?” she echoes, a mix of surprise and something unreadable in her expression.

You stumble, suddenly flustered. “I—I meant girlfriend! Slip of the tongue, just… wishful thinking, I guess,” you say, rubbing the back of your neck, feeling your own face heat up.

Jenna bites her lip, trying to hold back a smile. She wanders over to you, slipping her hand into yours and giving it a squeeze. “Wishful thinking, huh?” she murmurs, her cheeks still pink but with a sparkle in her eyes.

You nod sheepishly, and she lets out a small, happy laugh, leaning in close. “Not opposed to the idea,” she whispers, just for you, sending your heart racing all over again.

[the-thing-withfeathers]

princess has a request (m.m + j.o)

a/n: extremely rough not at all proofread quick & short smut shot! written on vacation so very rushed. inspired by my annoyance at the start of my ovulation week today 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ and i also have been writing a seperate three-way fic for these two so i might as well keep it going.

pairing: jenna ortega x f!reader x mikey madison

warnings: SMUTTTT!!! strap on usage, cursing, pet names.

—

ping!

you received a notification on your phone. rolling over to your bedside table, you squinted at the screen.

damn it. fucking ovulation week.

you groaned and threw your phone over to the side of the bed. you noticed that both your girlfriends were gone, they must have already ducked out for work.

the smell of food in the kitchen proved you wrong though. you walked out to see mikey & jenna cooking breakfast.

you sleepily wandered over. mikey caught sight of you first as she was bringing plates out to set the table.

“hey sleepyhead.” she greeted you. jenna turned quickly and waved with a wooden spoon in her hand.

“morning…” you grumbled out. mikey snickered softly at your voice, you were still slowly waking yourself up. she made her way back to jenna.

you made your way over to where they were both standing, directly in front of the stove.

it didn’t take very long for your mind to lock in as your half-open eyes shot open when you realised exactly what was in front of you.

oh no. no. no. no. now was not the time. not when your senses were heightened. not when you basically had no control of your body.

mikey was in a skin-tight top, it highlighted the best of her physique. her waist was lined perfectly, and her chest was defined more than ever. she was in a pair of linen pants, a belt holding them up. a belt that you knew very well, the image of it tightened around your wrists from another night flashed through your head.

and jenna? just in a sports bra. she had a jacket covering up her shoulders but her abdomen was right there, for your perusal. as she twisted and turned, finishing up your breakfast, you watched as the lining of her stomach flexed at every small movement. her headphones were around her neck and her legs were covered by leggings, showing the strength in her calves, you were practically drooling.

why did you have to date goddesses?

“hey baby, what’s wrong?” mikey asked, noticing your hard stare. she furrowed her eyebrows at you.

“need you to fuck me.” you mumbled, absentmindedly. you didn’t even realise you said it.

“excuse me?” jenna spun around, food flying out of the pot with how fast she turned.

“hm?” you asked, turning your head between the two of them.

“our princess has a request for us, huh?” mikey teased, turning her attention to you. with ease, she picked you up and sat you on the kitchen counter.

you couldn’t even register what was happening fast enough. you heard the clicking of the stove turning off, jenna joining the two of you. mikey was already in the process of taking your sleeping shorts off. before you knew it, your bare ass was on the cold counter.

“what brought this on, baby?” jenna asked you. she pulled your left leg to the side while mikey pulled your right leg in the opposite direction. you were exposed for the two of them.

“you two just… looked so good.” you licked your lips, the two of them pinning your knees to the edge of the counter. you couldn’t even move if you dared.

“looks like we’re going to have to wear these more, darling.” mikey said to jenna, who nodded in agreement. mikey ran a finger up your cunt, your thights shook slightly, threatening to close. but the weight of your girlfriends was enough to hold them open.

“f…fuck…” you stuttered out, your bottom lip quivering at the touch. you felt a heat rush straight to your core, feeling yourself drip onto the wood.

“you’re glistening, babes.” jenna moaned softly. her finger prodding at your hole, trying to gather your arousal.

“jesus…” you muttered. you couldn’t take the teasing anymore. “c’mon… c’mon…” you pleaded with your girls.

“impatient, are we?” jenna asked, you couldn’t even get your answer out before she shoved two fingers into you. you let out a gasp at the intrusion.

her fingers pumped in and out of you, but slowly. you whined at the chosen pace, you wanted more.

but you got it in the form of mikey’s fingers circling your clit. the bumps from each of her fingers hitting your swollen bud with each rotation.

you cried out from the stimulation, your hands tangling themselves in both their hairs. they both leaned in, both their faces were buried in your skin. jenna was nipping at your jaw while mikey left wet kisses on your neck.

the stimulation on your soaked pussy had your eyes rolling into the back of your head. soft moans fell from your lips as your hands tightened in their hair.

you pulled jenna up first, connecting your lips. her kiss was gentle but passionate. her other hand landing on the small of your pack. she moaned softly as she tasted your lips.

you then did the same to mikey, capturing her lips. she was a bit rougher than jenna was, but you loved both their kisses just the same. her kiss was full of fire, her tongue licking across your bottom lip.

before you could give her access, jenna curled her fingers inside of you, earning a soft groan from you. your legs started to shake, pushing against their weight again.

“you can keep them open, baby.” mikey pinched your clit, you hissed at the pain but it only spurred you on more. your hips started to lightly roll against their hands, gaining more friction.

“fuck… mikey.” you moaned out at her stimulation on your clit. you doubled over, but jenna pushed you back up.

“jenna. faster, please.” you begged. your girlfriend obliged, her fingers moving faster.

you felt a white hot fury build in your stomach, your orgasm was building faster than the speed of light. you watched as they pulled away from your neck and connected their own lips, that tipped you over the edge.

“mmph, cumming!” was all you managed to get out before spilling your climax onto the kitchen counter. your legs threatened to close again as they shook, your orgasm washing over you like a volcanic erruption. “fuck…” you whispered out.

mikey & jenna released your legs, allowing you to clamp them shut, reeling from your high. mikey picked you up again as jenna jogged into the bedroom.

“we’re not done with you yet, pretty girl.” she said, pushing the plates off the dining table. they shattered all over the floor. you whined in protest, you had bought those plates.

“stop whining, whore. we’ll fucking replace them.” she spat out at you. you knew you were in for it now.

jenna came running back, stepping over the pieces of glass littered across the dining room. mikey pushed you down to lie on your back, you were now sprawled across the dining table.

you turned your head towards the two women standing at the side of the table. they were securing themselves into the strap-ons that you bought together. you sighed, your eyes fluttering at your view.

thank god.

you were lucky your dining table was so heavily reinforced. mikey pulled you to the edge of the table by your thighs, situating herself in between your legs. she ran the tip of her cock down to your hole, slowly pushing herself in.

you let out a loud moan, feeling yourself stretch out. it was like your cunt was molding into the shape of the fake, silicone dick. she started with gentle thrusts, letting you adjust. you gripped onto your tits, playing with your nipples with every thrust mikey gave you.

jenna mounted the table, her legs straddling the space just above your head. she slapped your hands away from your boobs.

“my job.” she scowled, “open.” she ordered you? tapping your lips with her own cock. you opened your mouth, looking up at her. she slipped the strap into your mouth, rutting into your throat while groping your tits.

she toyed with your nipples, they were hardening under her cold touch. she rolled them in between her fingers, pinching at them as she fucked your face.

“good fuckin’ girl. taking our cocks s’good.” jenna muttered but it was loud enough for you to hear. she watched as mikey rammed herself into you, her slow pace turning merciless.

mikey mounted both your legs on her shoulders. she was pounding into you, bottoming out completely. her thumb quickly added to the mix of pleasure as it flicked against your swollen clit.

your moans were muffled by jenna’s cock, tears starting to form in your eyes. you were gagging as jenna forced you to deepthroat her, the end of her cock poking through the skin of your jugular.

the overwhelming sensation of having both your girls fuck you with their cocks allowed for your orgasm to build quickly again. you tried to speak around jenna’s strap, signalling that you were getting close.

“gonna cum for us again?” mikey asked through her grunts, nearly pulling herself all the way out then slamming back into you. you nodded, your head bobbing on jenna. “okay you filthy fucking slut, cum on my dick.”

“yeah baby, you can fucking do it.” jenna reached down and took over rubbing your clit so mikey could focus on fucking you.

you cried out softly as you released. mikey kept her pace, so did jenna. they helped you ride your high out. you whimpered with jenna’s dick still in your mouth. they both pulled out at the same time.

“switch?”

“yeah.”

wait! switch?

jenna hopped off the table, taking her place between your legs. for a smaller girl, she had surprising strength. she flipped you over so you were on all-fours. she hopped back on the table and placed herself behind you.

mikey was already on the table when your eyes adjusted after being turned around. her cock standing proudly in front of her. jenna lined her cock up with your entrance, she entered you and started working on fucking you from the back.

mikey caressed your chin gently, opening your jaw up to make room for her strap.

“you taste yourself?” she asked and your eyes met hers. you nodded frantically as she gathered your hair into a ponytail, forcefully moving your head to suck her strap. “good.”

jenna pushed the small of your back into an arch. you were too weak to hold yourself up so your back followed her direction without question.

“such a good fucking whore.” jenna raised her hand, driving it down to deliver a slap to your ass. you groaned in pain, feeling yourself clench around her cock. “those noises are so cute, baby.”

saliva started to dribble out through your lips with how rough mikey was being to your mouth. not that you minded, you loved being manhandled by them, it was euphoric.

“just gotta fuck you til you’re dumb, okay baby?” mikey looked down at you, still forcibly bobbing your head up and down. you made an audible noise at her, almost like you were speaking, except you didn’t actually know what you were saying.

“looks like we’re almost there anyways.” jenna teased, you just had to take it. there were no words coming to your brain, you were reaching that point of being fucked out.

jenna’s nails dug into the skin of your ass, she fucked your hole aggressively, wanting you to reach that peak again. since you were reaching orgasm number three, it wasn’t very hard for her to achieve that.

mikey giggled as she fed you your arousal. your eyes were rolling into the back of your head as jenna delivered another slap to your skin. the sharp, stinging pain drove you insane.

mikey reached out to jenna, the two started to make out above you. you couldn’t see them, but you wish you could. the sound of their lips meeting made you even wetter.

“you can give us one more, can’t you, darling?” jenna leaned over, pressing kisses to your back. she mocked your whines, repeating after you as she coaxed them out of you.

“cum, baby. it’s just one more.” mikey yanked your head off her dick, forcing her to look up at her. she stroked the silicone strap as she looked into your soul. she kissed your lips, you could taste jenna on them too. their tastes mixed together made your brain turn fuzzy.

you felt your walls start to clench, jenna was struggling to thrust into you. she smirked and looked over at mikey.

“there it is. c’mon baby, you got it.”

“a— ah!” you let out a choked out moan as you came all over jenna’s cock. you slumped against the table, feeling your body turn into putty. jenna thrusted into you a couple more times to make coming down from the rush a bit easier. she slowly pulled out of you to avoid overstimulating you too much.

“so pretty when we fuck you.” mikey released your hair, planting kisses to your scalp. the pain lessened gradually as she rubbed the spot she pulled on.

ping!

you heard their phones go off at the same time.

“ohhh…” they said in sync. what was it?

“baby’s ovulating!” mikey chuckled, mocking you.

wait, when did they get your cycle on their phones?

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author’s journal

okayyy, truth be told, this is so fucking messy, i don’t think i’m a massive fan of it. but call it practice! i’m writing another threesome with mikey & jenna and this is my trial run for it.

i wanna incorporate more passion, this is kind of a rushed one just cause i’m on vacation for a few more days. but i wanted to write this out cause i would lose motivation if i didn’t.

i always feel sooo unproductive when i’m not writing so i try to write something even if i know it won’t be up to par with my other works.

this is so far from proofread and edited but i just wanna know how i feel about posting it. i hope you guys enjoy it as well!

kisses xx

[spidermanstealyohoe]

Hi, I love the way you write ♡. You could do some smut with Jenna or Tara, whatever you prefer. If it makes you uncomfortable just don't do it, don't worry.

wet dreams || t.c.

“now i'm in your wet dreams, said you don't know what it means”

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pairings: tara carpenter x gn reader

summary: tara starts having these… certain dreams about you, her enemy and roommate

warnings: language, smut

a/n: first time writing smut 😭 also send request guys i’m out of ideas

words: 1.0k+

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tara woke up from her nap in cold sweat, heat between her thighs, ragged breath, and lustful eyes. she looked around the room to make sure you weren’t around.

but that only lasted a couple seconds until you came back in playing something on your phone, you noticed her weird demeanor and raised an eyebrow.

“you good?” you scoffed softly, sitting down on your desk chair. tara rolled her eyes still hot and bothered, her core aching to be touched as she squeezed her thighs together.

“i’m fine.” she responded with a huff as she wiped her forehead. you raised an eyebrow but shrugged it off, turning back to your computer, which had the brightness all the way up.

“do you have to have the brightness all the way up?” she asked annoyed, rubbing her eyes since her vision was still pretty blurry.

“because i can.” you shrugged making her groan softly, she slumped back down onto the mattress with a huff.

“someone’s moody…” you mumbled then all of the sudden you felt the back of your head get smacked with a pillow.

“hey!”

“you deserved it…”

you rolled your eyes in annoyance and turned back to the computer, tara on the other hand was still pretty well… lustful. she felt her heat grow more every time she thought back to the dream she just had.

her hand played with the strings of her sweatpants, folding with the fabric as she bit her bottom lip. you were too focused on whatever was on your computer, your back was turned to which made her desire to do something, she’d probably regret since you’re in the room.

her hand slipped down to the waistline of her sweatpants, her hand aching to go further down but she didn’t considering you were literally 10 feet away from her.

she could feel her heartbeat through her ears as she slowly went further down, she really tried not too but it was hard since she could feel her sensitive core throbbing. her hand made its way to her upper thigh, she bit back a whimper still making sure you were still focused on your computer.

her fingers slowly moved to her slick wet folds as she gasped softly then immediately covering her mouth, her gaze went to you to see if you were looking but thank god for those loud ass headphones you bought.

tara slowly moved her fingers in a circular motion trying not to make noise, she bit her lip and closed her eye, keeping one open in case you turned around. she’d probably die from embarrassment if she was caught touching herself and to you.

just as soon as she felt a knot in her stomach, you decided to turned around. she removed her hand from under her pants, her cheeks flushed and acted as if nothing happened.

“what?” you asked obvious to what she was doing as you raised a confused eyebrow at her and stood up to get something from your drawer.

“nothing…”

“you’re weird.” you mumbled lowly as you rummaged through your drawers, looking for something that tara didn’t care about right now. you found what you needed and went to go back to yourself desk until you saw tara giving you a glare.

“you look weird.” she scoffed, rolling her eyes as you glared at laying figure and flipped her off, “go fuck yourself.” then tara said something she’d probably never say in a million years, especially to you.

“fuck me yourself, you coward.”

you had to do a double take to make sure you hear right, at first you thought she was joking but when you took note of her serious expression, your heart sped up.

“what are you-“

“you heard me.”

you couldn’t tell if she was pranking you, you looked around the room for a camera or something but nope, nada.

“uhm…. oh.” tara stood up, walking towards you and grabbed the collar of your hoodie, pulling you down to her eye level, your noses brushing slightly against each others.

“you heard me… fuck me…”

“what’s gotten into you-“ before you could finish, she cut you off with her lips coming in contact with yours, her arms around your neck pulling you impossibly closer.

somehow you two stumbled onto her bed, rolling sound making out. the sound of lips smacking and her quiet sounds were heard around the room. you didn’t really know why you gave in so quickly, maybe because you could feel the tension since the day you met but who knows.

she grabbed your hand and lowered it down to her lower stomach, you instantly got the message of what she wanted and slowly moved your hand down to her waistline.

“please.” she begged softly, your eyes widen slightly since you’ve never seen her this submissive or vulnerable.

your hand trailed down to her upper thighs as she gasped loudly, clutching onto your shoulders, finger nails digging into your hoodie. you slowly moved to her slick folds, before she could let out a moan, you moved your lips together, teeth clashing as you felt her hips buck up to your hand.

your fingers moved in a circular motion as she let out little moans into the kiss, her hips rocking back and fourth into your hand as your pace slightly increased.

you could feel her body start to shake slightly in your hold as you kissed her neck, nippling on her sensitive skin. her hands tangled in your messy hair as your pace was fast and steady.

you could feel her body start to convulse as she let out a loud moan, her grip on your hair and back tightened as you helped her come down from her climax.

you two laid there for a moment as she was panting in your hold, you rubbed her belly softly as her breathing slowly went back to normal.

“we should do that more often…” she whispered softly as you raised an eyebrow and picked your head up to look at her, “are you high?” she smacked your shoulder at your words.

“ow, i was just asking…” you grumbled as you rubbed your shoulder, she raised an eyebrow with a slight smirk on her face.

“just shut up…” she grabbed your collar again and pushed her lips on yours again.

[theonethinginlife]

"The baby gurgles, a happy little sound that Sonny’s already in love with, but the curiosity on his face stays, just as Sonny realizes that there is, in fact, a lot his son doesn’t yet know about his mother, because Amanda Rollins has never been very good at talking about how wonderful she is.

Luckily, Sonny’s got that covered."

Sonny Carisi tells a newborn Nicky Rollins-Carisi about how he fell in love with his mother.

[angelflms]

so sabrina carpenter and jenna ortega just said "what if we did deadpool & wolverine for the sapphics?" and act like we weren't gonna notice.

like.... hello???

[writingsfrombeyondthegrave]

Opposites Attract

Astrid Deetz x Fem!Reader

Summary- You had been a psychic ever since you were a child, but recently you had been overwhelmed by how many spirits were contacting you, giving you no time to yourself anymore. Seeking out Lydia Deetz, you go to her home for advice.

Requested by @perfectartisanwerewolf

Warnings- Ghosts, probably some timeline issues, morbid facts, talking about the afterlife, more of my ghost facts (Tell me when you're getting sick of them)

When you met the Deetz family, it was several years after the whole "Ghost House" incident. They had always been kind to you and your family.

The ghosts in Winter River were more plentiful than most people knew. It happened to be a very quiet and uneventful town, but your life never had a dull moment here. You were constantly sought out after Lydia had moved. Now the deceased flocked to you for guidance.

Apparently, they described your psychic abilities as "A shining light in the never-ending darkness". Which would be flattering if they hadn't always been around you for every second of your day. Some spirits followed you to the grocery store, to school, and even sat at your desk while you were sleeping, waiting for you to awaken.

You wanted to help them; you really did. It was just that the only privacy you got now a days was when you excused yourself to use the facilities.

Recently there had been a death in the Deetz family, so Lydia had returned to town with her daughter to attend the funeral and help her stepmother, Deelia. It was like a saving grace to have someone else help with the spirits around the place.

Walking up the giant hill to their home with a stack of books in your hand was proving difficult, but you needed Lydia's help desperately. You waited patiently after knocking on their door, shifting your weight from one foot to the other.

Lydia welcomed you into their home with a smile. After making your way to the couch and placing your books on the table, you took a quick look around the room. There were still many of Deelia's sculptures, most of them unsettling to say the very least.

Your attention shifted back to Lydia as she sat across from you. Talking about ghosts with anyone else might have been awkward, but not with her. She was almost like a second mother to you.

Even now as you sat in the house, you could sense spirits lingering just outside your line of sight.

"I agree, it can be overwhelming, you just need to learn how to set boundaries with them." She explained simply and you nodded.

"I thought I did, but I guess I could try and be sterner with them?"

Her smile grew and you both turned as you heard footsteps descending the staircase. Astrid was in the middle of putting on her sweater to leave the house when she stopped and stared at you, as if in a trance. You smiled and offered her a small wave, trying to be polite.

Your smile awakened something in Astrid. Like a light at the end of a tunnel. A breath of fresh air, or a missing puzzle piece to finally complete a part of herself that had been missing for years. The world faded as all she could focus on was you. She snapped out of it with a cough, finally making her way to stand in the living room with you both.

Lydia introduced you and in turn introduced her daughter, Astrid. It took a moment for her to regain her composure before she muttered an almost completely quiet "Hi."

On the inside, her heart pounded against her chest, but she fought to remain uninterested in anything that involved her mother. Especially now that it seemed like a complete stranger could easily occupy her mother's attention without even trying. It was frustrating.

It was an odd experience, how you made her heart pound. She wasn't sure if it was from jealousy or something more, so she opted to ignore it and continue her journey out the door.

A frown grazed your lips, confused by her behavior before you shifted back to continue your conversation from before. Lydia spoke up first. "Astrid can't see ghosts like we can. The living ignore the strange and unusual."

That didn't seem to brighten up your mood even in the slightest.

"You're saying Mrs. bright eyes can also supposedly see ghosts? Great, here I thought she seemed normal. Is there anyone normal in this town?" Astrid scrunched her nose and picked at her food as she sat at the kitchen table.

"Whatever makes us more money, maybe she could be on your show Lydia!" Deelia smiled as she continued eating, only half paying attention to their conversation.

"Maybe you would be more interested if you talked to her about it, Astrid. It could be good for you to have some friends in this town." Lydia suggested, trying to stray away from yet another argument with her daughter.

"Ghosts are everywhere, you may even see one without even realizing it. Have you ever seen someone walking on the side of the street, but when you look back they're gone?" You smiled; your books open in front of you as you spoke enthusiastically to Astrid.

You sat in her room, a stark contrast from your own. While you liked the paranormal and macabre, her room seemed more... gloomy.

Did you know how much light you radiated? Or the shimmer that appeared in your gorgeous eyes whenever you spoke about this mumbo jumbo? Astrid didn't care for spirits or the paranormal. She believed it was all fake, but the way you spoke to her and the way you looked, she swore she would follow you anywhere.

She simply nodded, trying to snap out of that trance you put her in. Sometimes she believed you must've been a witch instead of a psychic, because how had you possibly gained so much power over her cold heart?

"Are there any here now? You know, ghosts?" her eyebrow raised curiously, just thinking of an excuse for you to speak more.

"I know there is one here, but I haven't been able to place it. It's a male energy."

"Do you use candles or sprinkle some paprika on stuff for rituals?"

Her enthusiasm was great, if not a bit misplaced and incorrect. Your smile widened as you laughed, a freeing sound.

"I've been talking forever, how about you tell me something you're interested in? I know you don't care about this stuff"

Astrid froze, fearing that you caught her. She cleared her throat and blushed softly, looking away as she wracked her brain for anything interesting to say. "Did you know that Mount Everest has a certain area called 'Rainbow Valley' because of all the multicolored jackets and climbing gear that's still attached to the mummified corpses of those who failed to get to the top and froze to death?"

Your head tilted and silence loomed between you both before she spoke again.

"A cult leader named Jim Jones poisoned 918 people by forcing them to drink Kool-Aid mixed with cyanide, chloral hydrate, valium and Phenergan. It was considered one of the largest intentional losses of life since 9/11." She continued talking, trying her best to fill the silence.

Your giggles made her stop digging a deeper hole for herself. You looked amused and not terrified in the least. "Why Kool-Aid?"

"Probably because it was the cheapest" Astrid smiled wide at you, happy that you didn't see her as some sort of creep.

The next morning, Astrid was determined to gain more information about spirits, wanting another chance to spend time with you. She even went as far as to ask her mother for help, which she would deny until the end of her days.

Surprisingly, it wasn't as painful as she thought it would be. It was actually nice to have a common interest. Or so Lydia thought at least. Meanwhile she was interested in you, and not in fact her mother's psychic abilities.

By the time you showed up at her house, she opened the door to you and smiled softly, gesturing for you to come inside. She soon regretted that action as if you would think she was a dork for gesturing like a ringleader in some cheesy circus movie.

You didn't seem to notice her inner turmoil, simply enjoying the fact that she invited you back, saying she had something to share with you.

Sitting on her bed with your legs crossed, you leaned your head in your hand as you gave her your full attention. Everything you did seemed to light a spark in her chest.

"I learned some stuff about ghosts and wanted to run it by you. Maybe I could add it in with my history facts" Astrid spoke with a little more enthusiasm, as if excited to share with you.

She took a deep breath as she tried remembering all of the things her mother had previously told her. "Is it true that there are different types of ghosts? And that they're not all humans?"

You nod your head and sit up a little straighter. "Yes. There are many different classifications of ghosts, including non-human ghosts that never had a soul. Those may include poltergeists, which are simply manifestations of negative energy in a certain space. Thats why you can't communicate intelligently with a poltergeist, because they have no soul or sense of being. They're just energy."

That actually caught her attention, maybe the paranormal wasn't as fake as she thought it was. How could someone possibly come up with a lie that detailed in such a short amount of time? She sat beside you and resisted the urge to kiss you right there and then. Never in her life has she been attracted to someone simply because of their interests and passion when speaking about them.

"Will you go uh... ghost hunting with me at Dracula's castle this summer? I was planning on going there alone after... after my dad passed away. But I'd like you there."

You smiled brightly and wrapped your arms around her shoulders, hugging her tightly. "I would love to"

Bonus:

Lydia stood a careful distance away from Astrid's bedroom door. She wanted to give her daughter some privacy, but she was overjoyed to see the smile return to Astrid's face. The one that had been lost since her father.

She argued that it was to see what about you made her so happy. As she leaned in closer, she heard a gruff voice behind her, making her jump.

"Thats our daughter alright" He spoke, munching on a bucket of popcorn. He leaned against the wall smugly, watching Lydia with a smirk.

Her smile vanished as she stared him down. "Beetl-" She began to utter before he waved his hand dismissively.

"Alright, alright. Your Kid" He huffed out an annoyed sigh before vanishing.

A/N- I finally finished writing this one and I hope that it's to your liking! I tried my best. Usually, I base the reader off of myself to make writing it easier but I tried to switch it up a bit this time.

Thank you all for your patience with me writing this, and I'm sorry for the delay.

Please send in more requests! Next I will be working on a lost boys fic and the second part to the tom riddle series

Credits-

Book Divider- @firefly-graphics

Green swirl divider- @anitalenia

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Taglist: @mirage018

[thekittyokat]

you ever just have a lot, a LOT of feelings all at once about a character and not even remotely enough words or brainpower to FORM the words to describe everything you're feeling. so it feels like you may explode. yeah

[plaguespacebird]

☁︎ Working with your co-star Jenna leads to the most beautiful night of your life...

(smutish)

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As exciting as filming had been, you couldn't deny how happy you were to finally reach the last couple months. Everything about the production was incredible, especially the part were you work with your celebrity crush. Jenna was every bit the radiant person you had fallen for. Part of you had hoped you'd get over it upon meeting her but it was the exact opposite. You couldn't get enough of her.

For better or for worse, you two had ended up in similar leading roles and this film sparked a lot of buzz. Magazines propping up fake rivalries and twitter in its overzealous nature, had flown with the accusations with every possible take until it had made it's way back home. Now you two were instructed to play good friends and stick close to each other.

Pretending like you weren't the least bit concern over the direction this had taken should've won you an Oscar. You went straight back to your trailer that day and beamed like flower seeing the sun after a long, treacherous night. Actually, that was the perfect analogy; Jenna is the sun and you are a flower who desperately needs her far more than what she'll ever know.

You walked the halls of the studio, filming had just finished for you today and your co-star, Evelyn, had kept you company.

"So then, I freaked out, that roach was so huge- I like- ugh," Her face contoured with a series of disgusted and exasperated faces, as her hands flew in pointless directions. You laugh at her plight, bringing a hand on her shoulder, you stop.

"Seriously! It was so embarrassing, I totally thought I bombed the audition. Hey! Stop laughing!"

Evelyn pokes your side, sparking a jolt down your body. You pause, hands instinctively in defense mode. "Okay, okay, my bad!"

She eyes you playfully, having caught on to your little secret but before she can continue, a voice snaps both your attention's away.

"Hey,"

The angelic calling of your very sun reaches your ears, you feel your heart pick up in natural response. If you really were a flower, you imagine this is where you'd start photosynthesizing, greedily soaking up every sun beam you possibly could.

"Hey, what's up?"

A knowing smile graces Evelyn's face, the change in your voice was so obvious to her. She briefly wonders if you knew your inflection was so telling when Jenna was around.

"Oh, I forgot I left my lip gloss back there. See you tonight!"

And like that, Evelyn leaves. You would've pondered about her seemingly clear lie but when Jenna was around, all gears shifted to her. She had her regular clothes on, a blue long sleeve with ribbed details and a pair of jeans. She looked so lovely, so perfect, and her hair was so-

Jenna's eyes follow Evelyn's retreating form, before looking back at you. "Are you two dating?"

Like a splash of cold water after waking up, your sun halts all thoughts. You blink, rising your eyebrows, "No, we really are just friends."

However small of a question that might have been for her, she unknowingly just lit the entire house of your delusions on fire.

'Why do you care? Are you interested? I am. I swear I'm available. Why did I answer like that? Did I give myself away? Should've just said I like you at that point.'

There it was, like a dash in a racing game, your heart catapulted threatening to leave your body entirely.

She hums, eyeing you down like she could see if you were lying. Maybe she could see all the inappropriate thoughts you had about her or all the daydreams of holding her as a lover would. She might even stumble upon the library of paintings and poems you had made for her. Or maybe she caught on to the idiot mess she could make you. Either way, you hoped you didn't look anywhere near as panicked as you were. Crap, did you wait to long to say something?

She shrugs, "I'm just making sure you don't forget to arrive at 7 and not 8. They want cast photos before actually going to the invite."

You nod. Of course you knew, it was stressed out all week. And even though it had been 8 months since filming and being around Jenna, you still planned at least three outfits before picking one. You were not above changing or overthinking clothes in hopes she would like you. Was that bad?

"Right, of course 7pm it is. You bringing someone?"

You froze. Where did that confidence come from? The thumping in your chest now being the only thing you could feel, hear, and swore you could see.

She smiles, raising an eyebrow.

Where you seeing things? Granted, your vision was clouded in the softest shade of pink that perfectly highlighted every feature of her existence but...

"Maybe, I don't know yet. You?"

You shake your head, returning her smile, still trying to compose yourself.

She hums again, you love her sounds, her words, her face, everything actually.

"We'll have to do interviews right after the photo-shoot. So, don't bring someone clingy."

You hadn't realized you weren't blinking, until you followed her out of sight. She had left as if you weren't beaming at the thought of having scheduling time together; now and for the entire press run. As if she hadn't just added a mountain of delusions to get you by, she walked away.

You sighed. Bringing your hands to your face, biting your check to hide your overwhelming joy.

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After what felt like hours and yet also minutes, you finally reach the illusive event at, "...6:50 exact."

Ten minutes so that you wouldn't try to escape the choices you made tonight. The choices being the provocative dress you had gone back and forth between choosing for the evening. Your stylist had rolled her eyes, watching you pace around the room in a bathrobe asking pointless questions, 'Does it suit me? What if they think I'm trying too hard? Should I go for the other? But I love the color on this one...'

Whatever. What's done is done. Now you just need to act like you have all your puzzle pieces together and perform. You step into the studio, recognizing dolled up co-stars and trying not look too obvious in your search for a certain someone. You feel a tap on your shoulder, your swivel on your heels instantly.

"You look so hot," Not-Jenna dampens your hopes. You smile regardless, "Thank you, Evelyn! You look really great too!"

She made debuting from model to actress look easy. Tall, slender, kind and of course attractive. Nothing on Jenna though. Respectfully. Speaking of, where was she?

A small commotion turns your attention around, a gathering of people had crowded around the jewel of your life- Jenna Ortega. She looked radiant, glowing, anyone around her could see the appeal. Her smile was effortless, the lights bounced around her in such a fascinating way, you were drawn to her. Plant to sun. Moth to light. Stars to sky. Moon to night. She only consumed your entire world.

Your heart stops when her eyes meet yours across the room. Breathtaking. A small look of realization glosses her eyes before looking away.

You tilt your head, mesmerized.

A pinch rips through your body as you look for the source. A sour look morphs your features as Evelyn shakes her head. "Talk to her instead of staring. She probably has enough of that."

She was right. You didn't want to be another groupie to her, you wanted her to see you. You'd never know if you didn't put yourself in her radar...

She was a vice you had to break through, rip her away or completely indulge in. A flower with too much exposure can overwhelm it and kill it. Maybe you were an idiot. 'At least I'd die a happy one.'

You walk over, the slit in your dress exposing lace clad leg with every movement. Eyes danced to see you, acknowledging, scrutinizing, admiring, maybe all at once. People move slightly, inviting you to bask in the sun rays you crave the most. You look at her for seconds too long, your sure they notice but the fact is irrelevant. Her warmth soothes you, you start,

"Hi, everyone! Love seeing you all dressed up!"

They laugh, the conversation flows and questions get asked about something or another but every time it reaches her you selfishly take her in. Your eyes linger on her features, you take your time memorizing her like a poet falling in love with life. Like every detail had to be in-scripted on your skin in order to go on. You wonder if you were being clear enough.

Jenna had noticed. She was sure everyone did. Looks that invited hidden conversations were not hard to miss, it only takes one sultry up'n'down look to ask. No, she didn't imagine it, not when you looked so fixated on her, like she was the pinnacle of art and had spoken words of epiphanies to you. She's thankful for her foundation, your attention had surprisingly sparked a girlish reaction from her.

Even as the phootshoot starts and a team works quickly to poise and correct, her thoughts keep coming back to you. At some point you're posed together, the two leads of the film, close enough she can smell your perfume and let herself relax.

It doesn't help that the photographers are intentionally making you lessen your personal space. Hands on each others shoulders, waist, leaning on one another...

"Come on Jenna, I won't fall if you lean all the way."

She laughs, trying to keep her nerves from seeping out of her voice. She's done this millions of times before, but her heart races when you touch her so casually. When you're laughing and being so carefree like you weren't practically eye fucking her earlier.

"Okay, I'll hold you to that!"

So she does. Leans her head onto the valley of your shoulder, your perfume is stronger here. Her hands reach to hold your biceps, toned. She thinks, as though she hadn't ever indulged in looking at your bare arms during scenes. The cut of you dress allows the softness of your mounds to peek through, she tries not to think of how close her face is.

"See," you whisper above her head, "Wasn't so bad, right?"

She hums, suppressing the shiver your voice caused. You were warm. Truthfully her intentions were only to flirt with you tonight, maybe keep you around for intsa pictures, but your lingering gaze had invited a different attention. How far would she go tonight?

There was only so much she had gathered from you after working together and it wasn't enough to quell her thoughts. Thoughts she shouldn't be having about a co-star but she was too lonely at night to stop her from thinking of you. But if your attention made her feel nice, surely there were others?

Jenna walks as she talks to you, voice loud enough to understand even in the whirlwind of spotlights and cameras. The fluttering of your heartbeat was still there but it went down easier and lighter like butterflies. Basking in your efforts, combined with the glamour, and Jenna's constant presence made you secure. This was your element, you were made to be seen.

"Please, tell us what it meant working with each other in this film?"

Jenna's hand lands on your arm, signaling her lead, "I had an incredible time learning from her," she gives out an airy laugh. Her perfume had circled you, her warmth soothing and her voice angelic. Still, you continued to entertain, "That's too kind, Jenna has so much skill and precision. It was a a wonderful time..."

You look at Jenna, her make up was so nicely made around her eyes it completely locked you in. A siren's eyes. Dangerously beautiful with all the potential to suck you in if you weren't careful. "Aww," Jenna leans in, her hand encircling your arm, "She's so sweet."

The interviews come and go, Jenna- wonderfully, does not leave your side. You were certain her perfume was more prevalent on you than your own. Even when you step away slightly, entertaining guests and other members of your project, Jenna's presence lingers. Her hands find placement on you until you take the initiative and link arms.

"You smell nice."

Jenna doesn't glance your way but continues walking with you towards the showing room, the last leg of the night had approached. The room inside bumbling with more people to greet and take pictures with. She stops walking, a few feet away from the entrance, your arms still linked. She turns her head slightly, finally looking at you, "You like it?"

You nod, "It suits you," You had allowed your eyes to generously take her features in at every opportunity, now she levels with you, "What else?"

You swallow, smiling a teasing and telling smile. You look away from her, eyeing the show room on your right. You look at the floor, "Your platform heels are amazing," She watches your eyes trail over her exposed leg, her breath hitches.

"I like the slit on your dress, we kinda match.."

Her arm was still loosely linked to yours, allowing you to see her more of her. "Kinda,"

Longing eyes trace her hips and climb upwards, continuing, "The bodice of your dress hugs you nicely and your neckline," Jenna's tongue lingers over her teeth, hanging to every word.

"... is so delicate," Your eyes fixed on each other with a silent ripple finally overflowing your yearn.

She's silent as she pulls you in, guiding you away from the loud noise, you let her. Looking around, you're glad the few people left are too busy to notice the leading stars walking away. The frame of your night was changing, Jenna leading you to a much more secluded area, the first you've seen all night. The safety of the moonlit corner allowing for a private moment that felt intimate and not the least bit casual. You had seen a catalogue of emotions grace her features since working together but this one was different. You'd guess you probably looked at her similarity earlier and nothing could've prepared you for such a turn out.

The glamour of the night is still there, or rather here, slowly backing onto the wall. With Jenna looking as attractive as she's always been, the moonlight favoring her in similar awe. A sultry smile graces her painted lips, eyes still locked on yours, tauntingly raising a finger, gesturing you forward.

Her gesture falls straight down to your core, calling you to her circle. You walk forward, watching her sensual smile and inviting eyes. Once your close enough, Jenna traces the fabric of your dress, the shape of your figure, her eyes sink everything in, "You haven't been subtle all night, miss co star."

She looks at you, hand resting just below your breast. You smile, humming before giving her an answer, "I'm glad you had time to notice, very observant."

You bring your arms forward, pushing your hair back and exposing more skin to her wandering eyes. The actions emboldens her as she gently traces your collarbones, down to the plunging neckline on your chest. You let her do as she pleases, waiting with bated breath. "Who didn't?"

Her arms encircle your neck, flushing your bodies together, she wastes no time before pressing her lips on yours. You do everything in you not straight-up moan, and quickly reciprocate her embrace. The kiss is hot, messy and she is promptly letting you know how worked up she was. For all her unbothered glaces and causal touches, she was a lot more eager than what she had let on. Her tongue pokes through and explores your mouth, unable to hold off any more, you moan. Squeezing her waist and kissing her deeper. She pulls back just as quickly as she had initiated the kiss, letting you chase her slightly before pulling back.

"Not bad," seductive wisps reach your ears, "You're kinda needy though..."

She gives a breathy giggle, teasing. You feign an offended gasp, low whispers even with no one around earshot.

"Remind me again how we got here?"

Her gaze was making your knees weak, though, she didn't need to know that. Needy was only the surface.

"Someone had been eye-fucking me all night,"

A small, pleased, sigh escapes your lips, her beautiful eyes making your whole world, "I sure was..."

Just as you leaned down to kiss her once more, her hand halts you. Her eyes suddenly holding a grain of seriousness, "You're not using me to cheat, right?"

Jenna seems to carry enough water and not just sun ray's to keep you well nourished. "No," you laugh, abrupt and empty. Shaking your head in confusion, "Why do you insist on such?"

She stares at you, eyes darting, looking for her own answers but all she receives is your genuine look of amusement.

"You look like you have lovers..."

You eyes widen. Your mouth falls open. Shaking your head at her apologetic look, she chuckles, bringing you closer once more. "I can't believe you think I get around like that!"

Light, airy, and still shocked at her reveal your hold on her waist moves her closer. You press her to you, gently moving her hair from her neck before murmuring in her ear,

"We can be lovers tonight, if you'd like."

Jenna drops her head on your shoulder, hiding her smile. A part of you still has time to hope she likes your perfume, your dress, your figure, heck- even your voice. You wait for rejection but she keeps her arms around you instead. Your world stills, waiting for her. Waiting for anything she'll give you.

Finally, after long thought, Jenna looks at you, taking in your pretty eyes, "Let's fuck like lovers."

An airless gasp leaves you, a brew of desire lightens what had been steeping all night and the drive to the hotel room wasn't far.

Your hands were attached the entire time until you stumbled straight to her room. The kissing resumes instantly, this time, you take the lead. Just like you proposed, you start gently, soaking every trace of her figure and imprinting it to memory. As eager as you were to look for her tells and likes, you slowly guide her to bed. You break the kiss, kissing the corner of her mouth and the top of her hands.

"You're pretty committed," Jenna muses as she watches you kneel and carefully begin to unclasp her platform heels. It's too early to say but having you kneeled before her in such a dress might be her new favorite view.

"I can do more," you grab her bare foot, while looking straight into her eyes, you kiss her ankle.

Her eyes follow every action you make, the way you worship her with every kiss, every caress to her skin, your eyes following her exclusively. There is no one but her in your refection and she's sure your entire existence is solely for her in that moment. Her chest had began to tell on her sharp breathes, heaving with excitement that had been brewing for so long finally being allowed to flourish. She sits with anticipation, following you just as closely as you are, waiting. The warm lamp light illuminates half your kneeled figure. It dips with your curves and exposes the skin under your tights. Did she tell you know nice you looked? She couldn't remember, but she certainly wouldn't miss this opportunity to show you. She swallows the lump in her throat, "You look so pretty like this,"

Your head gently leans to one side as you look up at her, pretty doe eyes transfixed. A knowing smile graces your features, you taunt, "Kissing you or did you mean on my knees?"

Slightly, you lean forward placing your weight on your hands. The slit of your dress stopped just shy underneath your hipbone and allowed Jenna to take an ample view.

"How scandalous of you.." Jenna trials off, hungrily taking in the sight.

"You know," you start, still on all fours and kissing upwards her leg. "If you were a guy, this is were I'd start sucking you off..."

You raise you eyebrows, amused at your own behavior. Jenna momentarily stops looking at the curve of your ass to look straight at you. "You can suck something else."

You smile, unafraid of hiding in your performance. This was about to be the best night of your life and you couldn't wait to chase the crashing relief in her arms.

Boldly, Jenna rests her leg on your shoulder leaning her weight on her hands behind her. There'd be time to relax and lay on the silky sheets, right now, she wanted to watch.

With the reigns effectively out of your hands, you lean further into the swell of her thighs. You kiss and bite her gently, she was your lover for the night after all, but Jenna had other plans. A soft, unexpected pressure sits on top of your head. She let's you look up,

"Harder."

You hum, shaking your head, "Lovers are gentle, sweet,"

You'd be lying if you said you didn't want to fucked by her like a cat in heat but you had already promised soft. Jenna doesn't take her hand away from your head, instead begins to cradle the side of your face. You lean in, eager to please her.

"Lovers do what the other wants, right?" Whispers that beckon you closer.

"That's dangerous," Too close and you'll come out with burns.

"And you're not running," Maybe, only, straight to you. You might be the idiot that flew too close to the sun but at least you'll have the taste of sun rays on your tongue.

The high rise hotel she invited you back to casts the perfect backsplash for your marvelous encounter. All giddy and high off her already, you feel the heat of your core seeping out. Or perhaps it always out of your control- she was the sun after all. Is it not natural to burn with heat the longer you bask in her?

୨୧⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ ᡣ𐭩

You wake up first, the moon light had peeked inside her room too loudly. Blinking away the sleep in your eyes, you focus on the woman next to you. Her make-up had smudged on the pillows and on her face but all you could see was beauty. She's really next to you. You actually slept with her! To think you weren't imagining the banter, the innuendos, her touches or all the flirting. But it was only for one night. Your smile morphs into a smaller one, crestfallen that this was it but still grateful it happened.

Before you could linger on her exposed shoulders, you bring the blankets to her chin. 'I should go...'

Careful and slowly, you reach to pull the blankets off of you. The cold night instantly sparks you alert but you remain cautious and continue moving methodically. Once on solid ground, you look back, already reminiscing on the dream of night you had. Reaching for your clothes closest to you, but a muffled sleepy whine pulls you back to her.

"Noo stay, I'll get cold..."

Her hand had found yours again and well that was that.

Laying back down, Jenna invites you back into the warmth of the thick blankets. She's quick to cuddle into you, face squished into your chest. Unlike you, trying to push away the implications of staying over, your arms hoover above her for a bit before finally resting on her. You feel her breath even out once more, steadily winding down again except this time, it all feels more intimate. You try to ignore the outline of her body pressed so closely to you before your heartbeat makes her change her mind.

The night leaves to quickly and this time the sunlight had coaxed Jenna awake first. She had slept so comfortably she had woken up relaxed. Her eyes lazily look up to her co-star, you, still asleep even after trying to escape last night. After giving her a blissful rest, how dare you? Honestly.

It's not enough for Jenna's eyes to follow your features, her fingers start to lightly trace your nose, your cheeks, your lips... Her mind replays her words from last night.

"Let's fuck like lovers"

It was so much more exciting than what she originally imagined it be. You were so raw, so desperate to please her and it brushed her in all the right ways. The sultry and loving whispers left her so excited, so eager to have your attention. She hums, lips pressing against each other, mind beginning to send sensations through her body.

The teasing way you would slip your fingers in and out, the way you chuckled in her ear at her pleas and the sounds you made when she started eating you. Her body was shivering with memories, her excitement taking over, she needed more.

Not-so carefully, Jenna moves on top of you straddling your hips. Your body had began to respond slowly, as the light pecks hit your face in tiny sensations. "Hm,"

"Good morning," You hated the way you smiled so quickly. Gosh, you didn't want her to think you were desperate, especially after last night. "Mornin'.."

Your eyes adjusted to the lovely sight in front of you, Jenna. Her hair slightly tickling you as she moved to kiss down your neck. A few laughs leave you, to excited to touch her again your hands are unable to find placement on her body. You soothe her lightly, giving her all the freedom to do with you as she wished.

"Ah! Hey!"

Her marks from the previous activities still fresh, but it doesn't stop her from sinking her teeth for another bite. The startling action causing you to squeeze her hips, accidentally pushing her down. You hadn't mean to be so bold, she's literally on top of you what are you on about, but she responds enthusiastically. Grinding her bare hips onto yours and continuing to make paintings on your neck.

"Aha, Jenna," your breath quickens, hands steeling themselves on her as she continues to build off her high on you. Closing your eyes, you relish her warmth, the prickly cold of the morning had vanished, she smelled so wonderful and wanted you again. Gosh, this was everything.

"Jennaa.."

She looks up, briefly, and you swear your heart dies. Those mischievous eyes were gleaming again, framed by the ruined eyeliner you caused, telling you unspoken thoughts. Your hand reaches the back of her neck and lead her to kiss your lips instead. So hungry and wanting but your kisses are slower, as if testing how far she was willing to go. The tip of her tongue holds the answers to your questions and leads them as far into your mouth as she can reach.

That's all you need.

With you hand still cradling her neck and the other now wrapped around her waist, you flip her over never once disconnecting her invitation. Quickly, she settles into her new position by wrapping herself around you no need to ask for more. Who are you to deny her?

The sunlight drapes your bare forms as you tussle in the sheets of her hotel room, witnessing the entanglement of two stars seeking each others warmth. Jenna's laughs and moans fuel your own fire, somehow emitting an equally salacious desire to drown her in your love. It's not like the sun could be wash away so easily, she was made to handle a lot of desire. After all, she would only be taking responsibility of her heat inducing sun rays...

[gothmoes]

𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐚

❥ pairing: Wednesday Addams x fem!vampire!Reader

❥ wc: 3,7k

❥ summary: Wednesday had taken the initiative to surprise you with an date evening together. You, however, were nowhere to be found, and the loss of your presence made Wednesday miss you threw a wrench into her carefully thought out plans. Unacceptable.

❥ warnings: terrible, entirely self-indulgent writing. lots of swapping between povs

❥ a/n: thank you to my wonderful beta readers! your efforts and input were much appreciated xx

It was late at night when you hauled yourself up your balcony and finally made it through your window. One glance at the grandfather clock read 1:46 am; okay, you thought, grimacing, so it’s early morning the next day, Saturday. Great.

Under normal circumstances, the halls would have been abuzz with secret parties and sleepovers to welcome the weekend, starting Friday night. Due to your busy exam week, even the few students who had the energy to celebrate on Friday were now in their rooms, trying to recuperate some of their lost sleep and accumulated exhaustion. It seemed you were the only one awake on school grounds now. You would’ve been more appreciative about this if you weren’t so worn out yourself.

Your shoes squelched with each step you took further into your bedroom, and the sensation of the cold water pooling in your soles made you cringe and shudder with discomfort. 

A wide puddle from your jacket, heavy and drenched with rainwater, formed beneath you. You peeled it off, cursing it beneath your breath as you did, so much for a raincoat. You did nothing to protect me from the unforgiving elements. You tossed it through your bathroom door and into your bathtub to wring out later, revealing your equally soaked-through second layer. Being thoroughly wet from the rain made the ever-present coldness in your bones seep even more profound, almost freezing. Your bloodstained shirt, jeans, and, finally, your boots followed swiftly, hitting the tub with a booming thud. 

Most of that outfit is ruined for good, you mused as you pulled a clean hoodie over your head, too exhausted to wash up properly, but that's a problem for future me. 

For a moment, you considered your reflection in the mirror. The only light in your room was that of the moon, illuminating the centre of your chambers with its phantasmal glow. Beyond the centre, however, pitch black consumed the room. Shadows cast by the furniture stretched and bent around you in strange shapes, enveloping you with their cold and unforgiving embrace. 

You sighed quietly, the serenity of the night like the comfort of a dear friend, and some of the tension you amassed from the day lifted from your shoulders. 

Despite the darkness, the dried blood on your hands and the specks on your face were visible to you. With your hunger sated, the smell of the blood was no longer appetising. Instead, something in the pit of your stomach churned, disgust curling your lips as you scraped the crust off your knuckles. 

“Welcome home.” 

You heard the voice before you saw the person, which was especially impressive when considering your perfect vision in total darkness and inhuman auditory capabilities. The magnitude of this accomplishment ended as soon as you considered who the culprit was. If any human could sneak up on a vampire, it would be her.

An unnatural warmth bloomed from the cavity in your chest at the thought, something akin to pride, spreading like wildfire to your extremities.

The figure shifted from the farthest corner of your room, rising from the leather chair behind your desk. It took shape as it moved through the shadows slowly and deliberately. The form that stood before you had the appearance of the most darling earthly creature in all the realms—your ultimate weakness. If you had a heart, it would have leapt straight out of your chest and into Wednesday’s hands. 

Oh, how you’d missed those reproachful eyes. 

“Well, hello.” You greeted them with disgraceful breathiness and glimmering eyes, “My beloved blood drop, you should be in bed.”

If looks could kill, you would’ve been six feet under already. As Wednesday stared you down, the thought that she would not entirely be against driving a stake through your heart crossed your mind. Again. It was undoubtedly her go-to threat for swift correction, and she always kept hers on hand. So cute.

“Don’t tell me what to do,” Wednesday said tersely, ignoring how your stupid nickname caused a hitch in her breath. You did not react. Wise. “You missed classes today. Where were you?” 

“Hunting,” was the only reply you could muster as you gazed upon her with that sickeningly tender look. 

Wednesday’s hands clenched into fists at her side, nostrils flaring almost unnoticeably. That’s it? That’s all you had to say? 

Wednesday couldn’t quite describe the wretched emotions that drove her to madness throughout the day; too many had happened too fast for her, but she cut you an affronted glare all the same. At the end of the day, the fact was that you’d thrown her wildly off balance with your sudden shift in routine. You forced her to notice your absence. But worst of all, you made her feel and weren’t there to help her deal with those strange and overwhelming emotions. 

Now, she was standing before you, and those unbearable feelings continued. 

That was simply unacceptable.

“You…” Wednesday stopped and pursed her lips, her gaze sliding from your eyes to roam across your face. She’d spent the better part of the night sitting alone in the shadows of your room, going over all the creative ways to make you regret abandoning her for a whole day with those idiots you called friends. Still, she had failed to mull over how to ask her interrogative questions without sounding so damn needy. You didn’t deserve to hear how desperate she was to see you. 

Not yet, anyway. 

“You failed to notify me of your absence today,” she gritted between clenched teeth. Her eyes, black as obsidian, bore into yours unflinchingly through her lashes. “I-You were supposed to be there, yet you left me alone with all of them.”

There was an edge of irritability to Wednesday’s tone, which became even more apparent by her rigid stance and the unusually rapid drum of her heart. Still, something was just under the surface that you couldn’t quite place. Her brows met with the tiniest crinkle, her lips set straight. She tilted her head the slightest bit, chin angled up—her eyes a raging fire.

That atrocious flip-flopping in your belly returned with the vengeance of a dozen bats wreaking havoc in your rib cage.

“I know.” You eventually acknowledged her words with an apologetic smile. You dared to rub circles over her crossed arms with a feather-light touch. Thankfully, she didn’t attempt to hack off your hand (this time). The lack of Wednesday in your day and the space between you was abysmal and all-consuming and had obviously taken its toll on you. You needed to feel Wednesday’s warmth against you or feared you might disintegrate right where you stood. 

“I didn’t anticipate needing to go hunting today,” you continued, filing those alarming desires away for inspection later. “It just… happened. I had that ravenous hunger when I awoke; the blood bags did nothing to satiate it. I needed to feed from something raw and unprocessed as soon as possible.” Your fang caught on your lip, brows furrowed. 

A hungry vampire loose at a school would have been catastrophic. No matter how annoying, those students were your friends, not food. Even worse was the possibility that you could have hurt Wednesday. You shivered; the idea that you were merely one wrong decision away from being responsible for something so horrific froze you from the inside out with a bitter coldness not even death could match.

As you explained, Wednesday took an imperceptible step closer, pressing more of herself into the weight of your hand as her eyes studied you again from head to toe. She was undeniably seething, but her eyes had softened. She knew the exact moment it happened because the emotions that had driven her for most of the day, which were as robust and tumultuous as the ocean, gave way to an equally strong sense of unease.

Wednesday’s brain computed your unspoken concern. She hated how fast she deflated at the flash of fear that crossed your eyes. You were never easily frightened, less so than herself, so seeing that agitation on your face made the pit of her stomach heavy with lead. 

Wednesday’s hand shot out to fist the front of your shirt, effectively breaking you out of that train wreck of a notion before you could truly get lost going down that path. She yanked you down close enough that your noses brushed, with so much force you would have knocked into her if it weren’t for your vampiric reflexes. She ignored your small huff of complaint and cupped your jaw sternly, thumb stroking the dried flecks of blood from your cheeks with uncharacteristic care. 

A stray thought wandered into Wednesday’s mind as she regarded you, something wholly distracting involving the sight of you with the blood of your prey still on your body and the elongated fangs still peeking out between your teeth, further proof of your successful kill and your capabilities as a top predator. She forced the thought away with a slight shake of her head.

“You should have told me.” Wednesday’s palm flattened over your cheek, her eyes glinting. Her voice had lost its edge as she closed the space between your bodies, stressing, “I would have helped.” 

You shook your head immediately, pulling a frown from Wednesday’s lips.

“I know,” you murmured, pulling her hand from your cheek to lace your fingers through hers. You delivered a kiss to the slender fingers, and the tender gesture pulled an involuntary shiver from Wednesday, her traitorous body spiking with heat that crawled up her neck. “I know you would have helped if I’d told you, Wednesday, but I couldn’t risk hurting you. I was out of control. Seeing you before I fed was absolutely out of the question.”  

Wednesday’s jaw clenched. She felt like she was five seconds away from stomping her foot. 

Your decision was level-headed, and your actions had been driven by reason. You’d done what was safest for the school and, most importantly, Wednesday. However, you had ripped out the part of herself that she’d carefully hidden away behind the safety of a concrete tower reinforced with steel and forced her to face you—to face the feelings for you that had taken root in her heart and continuously grew like a parasitic infection; that part of her still held your decision against you because you left her for a whole day. 

Not for the first time, Wednesday had to acknowledge that she was well and indeed done for. You’d spoiled her rotten, and now she couldn’t even bear the thought of being without you for one day without wanting to rain retribution down upon you. It-no, she was pathetic. 

Wednesday breathed in deeply through her nose, eyes fluttering closed. “I understand,” she said tightly, “I just—” the rest of her words lodged pathetically in her throat, growing thorns that prickled her skin. She didn’t speak again, though. She swallowed hard, brows furrowing with annoyance as her eyes roved across your face wantonly. 

“I know,” you spoke for the two of you, and your eyes conveyed your understanding. You reached out to bring Wednesday close, guiding her into your space by her hand. “I missed you dearly, my blood drop.” 

Wednesday stiffened for a moment, out of a lifelong habit more than anything, before slackening. She wrapped her arms around your middle and burrowed her face into you, her cold nose finding home in the cool flesh of your neck. Instantly, the raging sea of emotions in her chest quelled, tempered by your soothing embrace. With the familiarity of your scent, the noise in her mind quieted. 

“I would never leave without telling you first unless the situation was dire. You know that, right?” Your words were muffled, spoken into Wednesday’s temple, but she heard them clearly.

Wednesday nodded slightly and sighed. Of course, she knew that. Hearing you say it to her was reassuring in a way she couldn’t verbalise, but she was glad you understood that about her; she was glad for you. 

“No matter what, I’ll always come back to you. I promise.” You ended your promise with a chaste kiss on her forehead, the freckled space between her brows. 

Wednesday abhorred how effortlessly, thoughtlessly, she leaned into your lips, chasing more of your affections. Her fingers dug into your sides, lashes fluttering shut as she mumbled, “I know.”

“I’m still sorry I left you,” you carried on, an edge of mirth in your tone. “I can’t imagine how dreadfully joyous your day without me was.”

“You should be.” Wednesday sneered, but there was no weight to her words. She couldn’t make herself fake it through her unsuccessful attempt to crawl into your hoodie. “Enid tried to make me smile.”

“How dare she!” you responded with appropriate appallment. 

“She almost managed to when she tripped over Thing.” Wednesday sighed, giving up for the time being. You weren’t particularly helpful in her endeavour, but she swore she would be back in her rightful place nestled on your chest for bedtime. “It was awful.”

“Ghastly. Would you like me to maim them for you?” you asked as you wrapped your arms around her again.

Wednesday was glad for the protection of your chest. She couldn’t hide the smile that curled her lips at your earnest offer. She weighed her options carefully. 

“Not unless you can do that without leaving again.”

“A later time then,” you said. “Just say when, and I’ll be on them like a vulture on a carcass.”

For a while, you stood in the middle of your room, underneath the moonlight, with Wednesday tucked securely into your chest. You swayed gently from side to side, making a thick fog roll over the edges of Wednesday’s mind, your steadying breaths against her cheek lulling her deeper and deeper into an enticing abyss. 

As you moved, you faintly hummed an eerie and reposeful melody, your mind fuzzy with contentment. You periodically nuzzled your cold nose into Wednesday, breathing her in with an animalistic instinct until you had her scent committed on a cellular level. The specific flutter of her heart and draw of her breath was ingrained into you already; you could pick her out of a crowd of a thousand blood bags by that alone, but you never tired of feeling her heartbeat, hearing her breaths, and smelling the scent that was unmistakably hers—all signs of her liveliness and health.

You were making gentle circles over Wednesday’s back when suddenly, you stiffened. “Wait a minute,” you muttered, breaking the silence. 

Wednesday lazily opened her eyes to peer at you. She hummed in askance, an adorably feline noise, and blinked blearily, big eyes glossy with sleep. 

“You're wearing your outdoor clothes.” You pulled back, creating a space between your bodies, much to Wednesday’s chagrin, and assessed her outfit thoroughly. She was bewitching, as per usual, but she was dressed in her ‘investigation’ outfit, something practical but wholly uncomfortable. You arched a brow. “What were you doing in my room when I came in? Did you stay up… waiting for me to come back?” 

Wednesday’s face turned passive at your question, eyes sliding away from yours to tack onto something beyond you on your desk—Oh, look. That’s where she left her stake. No wonder her pockets felt so light. 

Truthfully, she’d forgotten about this part of her day after you delved into your explanation for your absence. It took her a long minute to answer, but the sweet smile on your lips never faltered. 

“After classes,” she began, pursing her lips in the way that made her dimples visible for a fraction of a second, “I thought you’d be back by then. The weather forecast for tonight was prime for a night out. Cold rain and thick fog.” 

Wednesday paused as you stroked your thumb over the crease that had formed between her brows, loosening the tightness in her face. She could feel the intensity of your gaze on her. She had your undivided attention. She bit her bottom lip, forcing her eyes to meet yours, and let herself freefall into the sentiments that the utter devotion in your eyes conveyed. 

“After this week of exams, I believed you might fancy spending the night together in private. I thought you might appreciate it even more if it came unexpectedly.” 

Wednesday would never know how the countenance of a creature as impure as you could regard her with such affection and devotion. All she knew was that her parents would be beside themselves with pride and joy at what she’d found here at Nevermore. She’d never live down the humiliation of eating her own words. Damn you.

“A date.” Came your breathless whisper, eyes widening. Wednesday could practically see the moment the stake of realisation pierced through your undead heart. “W-Wednesday,” you murmured, voice cracking, “What did you have planned?”

“Grave digging,” she muttered, ears growing hot. 

“Grave digging—your favourite. You wanted to do it together?” your grip on Wednesday tightened so much it was almost painful. She welcomed the ache. It gave her something other than the downright devastation in your eyes to focus on. Wednesday returned her head to your neck and nodded. 

The blood you’d consumed earlier bubbled up your oesophagus. You weren't there when Wednesday wanted to take you on a surprise date—the first she’d ever planned for you. The stake twisted deeper, cutting through you like a serrated knife. Your eyes gleamed with something Wednesday hated to see. 

Vampires weren’t supposed to be able to do that. Right?

Still, something about your reaction warmed Wednesday from the inside out, and she scoffed to hide the slight sound of amusement that threatened to leave her lips. You were as theatrical as you were romantic. You were such an Addams. 

“Wednesday,” you croaked ruefully, “I’m so sorry. I would’ve never missed out on such an important—”

Wednesday cut you off with a finger to your lips. “I know.”

“I’m here now,” you continued, kissing her finger as you spoke. Your eyes were pleading. “Would you still like to go? We can leave right now if you wish. Just say the words.”

Wednesday sighed, curling a hand around the back of your neck to mash your lips together, effectively silencing you. “Shut up,” she muttered darkly against your lips. “You’re rambling.”

“M’kay,” you said weakly.

Wednesday’s hand released you, but neither of you moved to separate. She smoothed her hands over your shoulders, mapping out the powerful muscles underneath your annoyingly enticing skin. 

“No,” she said, the shake of her head making her bangs bounce. “Grave digging can wait. I want to be here,” she stabbed her pointer finger into your chest. “Where I belong.”

“In my… heart? You already stole it,�� came your cheeky reply.

Wednesday rolled her eyes, unable to hide the pleased curl of her lips. She didn’t bother reminding you that you didn’t have a heart, a beating one, anyway, and pressed on, braver now that you’d made a fool of yourself more than she ever could. 

“In your bed, in your arms, on your chest.” Wednesday purposely enunciated every word with another forceful poke of your chest, her gaze assured. 

“Oh… Well, aren’t you a demanding little thing?” you chuckled and took Wednesday’s hand in yours. 

“I could kill you.” 

“I know.” Your eyes had that soft look again, and your smile was delicate. It was, dare she say, adorable the way your fangs poked into your lips. “You don’t need to keep wooing me. I’m already yours.”

“An Addams never stops,” Wednesday quipped, brushing past you. She shed her jacket and toed off her boots, leaving them folded on a chair by your desk as she made for your closet with the air of a girl who was right at home. “Get used to it.”

As Wednesday rummaged through your wardrobe, you sat on the edge of your bed with a lovesick grin. Wednesday had such a way of livening up your room that it no longer felt like your home without her. You lived here, and you had for years; the objects in this room were all yours, from the enormous canopy bed to your clothes and books and the tiniest miscellaneous trinkets adorning your shelves. Yet, everything here undoubtedly belonged to Wednesday—everything, including you. 

Wednesday knew that. It was evident how she moved throughout your room like she owned the place. You were more than satisfied with this.

Seeing her reemerge in your sleep clothes to take a seat at your vanity table made the ghost of something warm and heavy, a heart, or maybe a soul? Thump swiftly against your ribcage, sending an electric shock through your veins. You appeared behind Wednesday in a flash and stilled one of her hands from their work of undoing her ties. You fingered the end of a braid and met her curious eyes through the mirror with a hesitant smile. 

“May I help?” you asked with unexpected shyness. 

Wednesday froze, evidently taken aback by your question, but nodded, the corner of her lips curling up the slightest bit. Your touch was featherlight as you removed the bands securing her hair, each touch purposeful and gentle. She nearly closed her eyes as your fingers nimbly undid her braids before raking through her scalp with the brush to loosen the waves. She did several times briefly, but she couldn’t bear missing the way you so delicately touched her. It had been long since anyone else had handled Wednesday’s hair. She nearly purred. Shameful.

“Breathtaking,” you whispered, awed at the sight of the raven hair cascading down Wednesday’s back in silken, inky waves. You kissed the top of Wednesday’s head, cold hands cradling her jaw reverently. Wednesday shivered. She angled her chin high, a hand coming behind your head to pull you into a kiss. “Bedtime now?”

This time, Wednesday had nothing to say, but she clung to your neck and let you pick her up.

Once you were both finally in bed, Wednesday wasted no time burying into you, just as she had promised. Wednesday released a deep breath as her eyelids grew heavy and her limbs relaxed. Your cold lips were pressed against her forehead, and your fingers carded gently through her hair. Your touch was cold like ice and gentle as death's embrace, more soothing and comfortable than any morgue she could ever sneak into. She fell asleep promptly with a final murmur of your name and admission of affection on her lips.

[expelliarmus]