#wensday x reader

[fleetingvow]

‘ DEATH BY A THOUSAND CUTS .

Wednesday Addams x Female Reader.

SYNOPSIS. wednesday said crying never does anything, but why did a tear fall? will you never wake up?

NAVIGATION. part one - part two. masterlist.

WARNINGS. character death ( reader’s ), just slight faint angst. more thoughts, less plot. countless usage of parallelism in sentence structures.

NOTE. written in second person’s point of view.

𝗧𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦 𝗠𝗘𝗧 the ground. One after the other. Wednesday’s eyes slightly blinked, staring at her trembling hands stained with the essence of your life ebbing away in horror as she realised how much time you’ve spent with your eyes closed on the courtyard.

‘Tears,’ she thought. She looked away from it and continued to put her attention to you. She didn’t have to try that hard to do so, for everything that filled the arteries in her body all had something to do with the most damnable you.

It was all you.

You on the floor without a sardonic remark to catch her off guard. You and your pursed lips without a breath of exasperation from her antics. You and your cold hands that slipped away and lied so still. You and your pale appearance that shouldn’t be. You and your pulse that she couldn’t feel any longer. And mostly you being gone.

You were the reason that pulled the strings at the back of her mind and caused the salty disturbances to her sight. As she processed what had happened, she couldn’t look at you now. She furrowed her eyebrows and averted her gaze to the door that led to the inside of the school.

Wednesday could just walk away and leave you here. She could do that. But her feet betrayed her when she tried. Her heart — God, her abhorrent, distasteful, black cold heart; The crushing and tearing of it, although how intoxicating the pain may be, she felt defeated. Maybe you won the life-long challenge between you and her after all.

“I will kill you,” she mumbled to herself. She didn’t know what would make it feel better. She knew she had to do something to stop herself from feeling. She was feeling, the live creature kept in her ribcage was racing, her mind was spinning, and she could feel a wash of heavy emotions drown her. She needed to do something.

She wanted to do something. Wednesday clutched your uniform, tighter and tighter to the point that her nails almost dug through the fabric and cut her palm. This rage, it was something new. She wanted you. The tension that even the knives hidden under your bed couldn’t cut always screamed something like this. Like you were the most foul creature to ever walk the Earth. Like you were the tiniest little speck of dust on her shoe. Like you were the colour in her void making her want to scratch her eyes out.

Like you were — Like you’d be the reason she’d tear the world apart.

Wednesday wanted to deny it, but the thought made her notice a strange sensation again. She knew her disdain wasn’t truly disdain solely because of you, but it was scarier to admit now. She had lost her chance, her sanity, her will — Would you just wake up? She was tired of screaming at herself internally. She wanted to rest.

The damage the arrow had left her earlier was starting to take a toll on her, making her slowly and dubiously lay her head on your chest. She was tired. She wanted to lay down, and you couldn’t be the only one to enjoy peace, could you?

No. She couldn’t stand idly by as you enjoyed the tranquillity of what came after life and death. Wednesday could not bear it. She refused to, and she always will.

That’s when her ear touched the centre of your chest, and — Thump! Thump!

Her eyes widened at the sound. She frowned and fixed her position, shifting so she could still get a good grip of you and hold herself in place on the spot where she heard something she never thought she could again.

And there it was! A beat of your heart. Two, three. She didn’t hesitate once she heard it. Your heartbeats were faint, but she trusted whatever it was that existed that you had a chance.

She had a chance.

Wednesday quickly sat up and fixed herself alongside you, removing her jacket as she rolled her sleeves up in haste, positioning her hands in a way that she believed she’d never seen coming in her entire life. Years of believing she only cut the head of those unwilling to live a life. Years of torment as her favourite pastime, and now she had her hands fixed in a CPR position to revive a life she had long-resided to be unworthy and irritating.

She did not care. She wanted you alive so she could kill you herself.

The round of the first pumps and she already felt as though she was going to replace herself in your position due to her desperation.

“You're not going to die on me, I dare you.” She mumbled and resumed.

Once you’ve gotten yourself involved with Wednesday, she was sure that you’d never find a way out to escape her grip. She had poured whatever she had outside the lines of the usual her — the real her. She had run around frantically for you, had her mind run a million miles just to think about anything that correlated to you. She feared. She’d never been scared. Only for you.

Once she got to the third round of the CPR, Wednesday had gone back to zero, thinking you weren’t going to wake up again, but she was more stubborn than that.

You weren’t dead, you were just sleeping. That’s what she hopelessly believed. She lived in-denial. Breathed in denial as long as she was around you.

��If you don’t wake up, I’ll set this school on fire. Wake up, Y/N!”

Again.

You will die with her, but not now. At this point, Wednesday was aware of herself. Why she hated you, why she thought about you, why she wondered about your lips, why she looked at you up and down so hesitantly when you taunted her about the person she tolerated the most. It was ironic seeing you in a burning light but never truly wanting to set you on fire. In fact, she’d watch the world be set on fire by her own doing.

As long as she was watching it in your eyes.

Wednesday faintly grunted. “We’ll fight everyday, if that’s what you want. We have a deal, but I want the end of your bargain. Wake up. Do you hear me, L/N?”

“We’ll stab each other until we don’t see another spot in our bodies in which we could occupy with wounds. Just — ” The young Addams tried to stop herself from saying it. How she hated herself. Hated you for making her this way.

You were a crime, yet she didn’t mind committing it again and again.

“Wake up.”

Her braids were swinging back and forth with beads of sweat scattered on her forehead. “I look so utterly stupid because of you.”

“You will wake up, do you understand me?”

She didn’t know how long she’ll have to keep doing it, but it was a great relief when the door to the courtyard had been busted open and more people than she needed rushed to the courtyard, pointing their flashlights to the girl who never stopped doing the CPR on the unconscious you.

Everything seemed slower. Wednesday couldn’t hear anyone. She felt as if it was finally maybe alright if she let go of her composure when her relief washed over her that the help that she wanted was finally sprinting over to you.

Every movement, she felt like the time slowed on purpose, because once she looked at you once again, she felt her heart break once more when she spotted the man who checked your pulse shake his head solemnly.

Fuck, were you gone?

“No,” she absent-mindedly whispered, breaking from the gasp of the people taking her away from you. “No, she’s not dead!”

The man couldn’t look at her, sparking the vexation in Wednesday. She briskly grabbed him by the collar as her breath hitched, “She’s alive. I heard her heartbeat. You better do your job and start reviving her or I will put an end to this whole school with all of you in it.”

The others looked at each other, frightened by a threat made by a delinquent Nevermore kid before nodding. Another chance, and maybe you’d open those eyes again.

Another chance, and maybe this time, she’d tell you for sure just what it is that you do to her.

* * *

Static! Blood! Knife!

Those three words kept replaying like a broken record. The metallic smell of your blood had become so vivid you feared it would latch onto you forever. You were cold. Too cold you felt like you were dead.

Maybe you were.

You remembered the suffocating feeling. You recalled not being able to breathe, but what was it that you felt now? Nothing.

Nothing?

You winced. Oh, that’s what you felt now. That’s when your senses came back but almost too tired to fully function. You could still feel the familiar object buried deep in your abdomen, and fuck, how much it hurt!

“Wednesday saved her life.” Bianca? Was that her? You couldn’t open your eyes fully, but once it was half-up, the only things you saw were blue and red, blurry lights and blurry heads.

You wanted to fall asleep.

“If — girl hadn’t — CPR — hopeless.”

You didn’t care whatever the full sentence was. All you knew was you were about to slip back into your peaceful slumber, not knowing what had been happening the moment you woke up again.

Yet before you embraced the warmth of slumber, you saw the figure you hated on your side, staring at you so emotionless, making you ponder whether you were cared about or perceived to be stupid.

Maybe this was the last time you’d ever see those braids again, but it was okay to smile passive-aggressively, right?

You believed it to be a great way to die.

* * *

The knife plunging into you with the face of the evil staring tight at you in the face inflicted the pain of acid burning your insides. You couldn’t erase that.

The object kept appearing. Your blood kept flowing. Your gasps kept continuing to emit from your lips.

It kept repeating. Again and again and again.

You wanted it to end. You desired to scream. The fire that accompanied the scene in the courtyard danced around you, glad that you were meeting your end. Your family stood before you when you turned around, each one chanting the same thing, telling you never to return home again. Your past lover wishing they’d never met you joined in on the fun of tormenting you. Saying that you were their greatest regret and shame.

A storm soon started, and the pain was felt all over again. All you could see was the fire, the faces, the drops of the sky, and your blood everywhere. You spun around to look for a way out.

God, you wanted to live!

You didn’t want to die!

You wanted to breathe!

You wanted to feel!

You wanted to make more memories!

You wanted to dance under the rain!

You wanted to steal the English crown!

Your subconsciousness kept craving for more to life than walking around at the school, staring at people without another thought. Just that you were absolutely jealous that they had what you wanted.

Genuine love.

The moment your eyes met a certain pair peeking through her long lifted eyelashes, you almost believed in the thing called attraction. You resided in the faith that the attraction was because you were polar opposites and she kept standing out because she made you feel so irritated.

Yet you had the urge to touch her, feel her hands and touch her pale cold cheeks.

You wanted so many things, and why couldn’t you have that now?

You saw a blinding white light, a place in which you were unaware. There were things you were familiar with yet never familiarised yourself with before at the same time. You scanned your surroundings, the flash of colours now starting to appear. The blue, the green, the spectrum of refracted lights. You kept seeing the cursed smile, the blood on your hands, and the dagger in your flesh. You wanted to scream.

And then — and then there was Wednesday.

The Wednesday who sat beside the bed patiently, careful not to let the support of the chair touch her back. Her who pursed her lips without yet again any emotions peeking through her dead eyes. Her who stared at nothing. The Wednesday who swore to bring you down one day, and now holding your hand on the bed. You thought this was impossible. This was a hallucination for sure.

Her face was etched with fear and worry.

Wednesday never looked like that.

What was she doing following you in the afterlife? Didn't she have any better plans of holidays, dancing on top of graves somewhere?

You didn't believe it and almost laughed, "Wednesday Addams, as I live and breathe! You know you look terrifying when you zone — "

That’s when you realised it was all real. When the girl’s eyes gaped at you and her clutch tightened more that made you feel the full living of her you had hatefully adored. “You’re actually awake.”

“I am?”

“You will never do that to me again.”

“Do what again?” You playfully asked, playing the clueless card as if you weren’t just stabbed.

“Make horrible puns.”

“You missed me.”

“Barely.”

“I heard you saved my life.”

“I did not. I left you at the courtyard to bleed out to death.”

How come you even had the audacity to smirk at her right now after the heart attack she’d been experiencing since you were shown around with a knife to your abdomen?

“When can we throw knives at each other until there’s no spot in our bodies to torment again?”

“I won’t let you do that.”

“Wednesday!”

She emotionlessly looked at you before looking at the bunch of roses without the petals yet adored with thorns on the bedside. “You’re the most idiotic person I know.”

“I’m aware,” those roses. You knew those were her mother’s favourite. You almost diverted your gaze to shy away the smile that was twitching to form on your face, but instead, you returned the gesture of holding her hand. “But I’d do anything for you, Wednesday.” You looked away from the sudden confession.

A sigh. There it was. Were your feelings unreciprocated? Did you misunderstand her cues? You couldn’t understand.

But that was when she mumbled, unwavering like sturdy tree in the eye of a storm.

Wednesday gazed down at your hands, joined together without dirt and blood.

For a moment, she thought she’d never see that sight again. That she won’t ever lay her eyes upon the lively annoyingly missed you.

For a month she suffered silently, dismissing her writing hours in lieu of thinking about how you were and what had happened.

But you were here now. You were awake on the bed you’ve been sleeping in without wake, holding her pale hands with her painted fingers gripping yours desperately trying to remember the feeling for the later eternities to come. You were warm and alive.

Breathing and well, making her slightly pull her lips upwards. It was a good feeling. The poison in her veins she knew were spiked by everything about you.

You were stuck with her now. Forever is a really long time. Will you comit when she finally said it?

“I almost burnt the whole school for you.”

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[shslbunnylover]

★★★𝘼𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙠𝙮 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙨 (12 𝙙𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙁𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛𝙢𝙖𝙨 𝘿𝙖𝙮 9: 𝘿𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙣𝙤𝙬)★★★

Character: Larissa Weems

Taglist: @inlovewithgreta @lilfartbox1 (Message me to be a part of the taglist until I get a page set up!!)

Trigger warnings (DL, DI): N/a

Genre: Fluff

A/n: 3/4 of the way there! Time always flies, doesn't it?

Word count: 1.3k

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"Sweetheart, it's time to get up," Larissa tickled your sides softly, waking you up to thousands of snowflakes falling from the sky out the window. "It's snowing outside and I've made hot cocoa,"

"Wait it's snowing??" You quickly sat up, swinging your legs off the side of the bed to go look closer at the beautiful sight outside. "Larissa, look!" You beamed, placing your hand up against the cold window, leaving a slight print in its wake.

"I noticed that," Larissa chuckled, walking swiftly to stand next to you as you looked on with childlike wonder, secretly adoring your endearing nature.

"Ohhh I have an idea! We should wear those matching sweaters and go outside! There's enough of the stuff to make footprints!" You explained your idea, sharply and excitedly turning your head to look at your wife lovingly.

"I love that, that sounds delightful," The platinum blonde placed her hand over her other, holding her hands in front of her chest in the regal manner she always held.

"I'll go get them!" You beamed, running over to your closet and pulling out your matching Christmas sweaters, tossing the larger one to Larissa whilst you quickly got changed.

Larissa simply laughed as she caught the sweater, putting it over her tank top and slipping on a pair of leggings after removing her shorts.

After a couple of minutes of you two changing your clothes, you both walked into the kitchen to get the hot chocolates that Larissa had made.

"This is so good 'Rissa!" You smiled as the warmth of the cocoa filled your body, smacking your lips when you had finished your swig.

"I made it just how you like it, I'm glad it was up to your standards," Larissa looked at you, nodding softly in your direction.

"Anything you make is up to my standards, you know that," You laughed, taking another sip and relishing in the warmth that the drink brought you.

Larissa smiled, drinking out of her glass before placing it on the counter and looking at you.

"Hm, I must thank you, sweetheart," She said, taking a marshmallow in between her nimble fingers and placing the soft confection in her mouth, making sure to swallow before continuing to speak. "You've allowed me to take a break from my work, and that's helped me more than you'll know,"

"It's no problem 'Rissa, I wanted to make sure your Christmas was as good as possible, that can't happen when you have a bunch of work that you're forcing yourself to do," You replied sincerely, your eyes never moving from your hot chocolate.

Larissa smiled, glancing out the window to observe the snow before changing her vision to look at you.

"The snow has piled up, and I've checked the weather. It's not going to stop until tonight. Would you like to go outside now, sweetling?" The older woman asked, holding her gloved hand out for you to take.

You nodded excitedly, wrapping your hand around your wife's and using your other hand to open the door, shivering slightly at the cold blasted in your faces.

"Chilly," You giggled, stepping into the snow, watching with excitement as you and Larissa left a trail of footprints the further you walked into the white blanket that magically covered the yard.

"That it is, but I think the cold is beautiful," The platinum blonde spoke, her British accent as alluring to you as sugar is to a fly.

You remained silent, preferring to gaze up at your wife with an adoring expression, your eyes focusing on every beautiful detail on her.

The small crow's feet that formed at her eyes, the smile lines that formed around her supple red lips, her ice-blue eyes that sparkled at the beauty of the falling snow, her soft and regal hands that caught the snowflakes she admired, and the expression of pure joy on her face felt like something magical to you.

"Sweetling?" She broke you out of your thoughts, "You're staring again," Larissa smirked, bopping you on your nose.

You squeaked, your sudden noise turning into a full-on laugh as you covered your nose with one of your hands.

"You're adorable, you know that darling?" The blue-eyed woman remarked, lowering her hands to hold yours.

You chuckled.

"Well thank you, baby," You replied, squeezing her hands softly before pulling them away.

You ran over to a nearby tree, making a tiny snowman out of the piles of snow around the plant. You shivered slightly as some of the tiny crystals melted in your palms, leaving them wet and chilly, but not enough to stop you from enjoying the creation you were making.

Larissa walked up behind you, watching each of your movements closely.

'They're such a dear,' The blonde thought, tapping you on the shoulder once you were done building.

You turned around with a curious expression, only to see your wife holding her hand out to you.

"May I have this dance?" She asked with a soft smile.

You nodded eagerly, grabbing her hand to pull yourself up, giggling as she spun you around and held you in her arms.

"Of course, M'lady," You chuckled, your feet moving in synch with hers, the snow falling around you as graceful as your movements.

"You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, you know that?" Larissa hummed, spinning you around gently and gently, watching with sharp eyes as she took in all of your features that were highlighted by the snowflakes dusted on top of them.

"You know that you're the best thing that's happened to me, right?" You asked in reply, twirling the taller woman around before dipping, causing her to laugh (and for you to blush).

"I guess we agree then," She laughed, pressing your lips together with a smile.

"I guess we are," You looked at her, twirling yourself into her embrace.

The two of you swayed in the wind, your cheeks reddening each time she placed a kiss on your forehead.

You laid your head back against her chest, feeling her heart against the back of your head.

"I love you, Rissa," You sighed, shutting your eyes.

"I love you too Y/n, more than life itself," Larissa replied, spinning you to face her before kissing your nose.

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-Akira

[avengerslittleone]

Meeting the family

You have been at nevermore for a few months now

Y/n:runs down the hall of ophelia hall)

Wednesday:get back here y/n

Enid:(leans on door frame out of breath)why do they have so much energy

Xavier:y/n baby don’t run away from us right now because I don’t want you getting hurt or lost ok

Ajax:I think we should use the leash hear me out I just don’t want to chase after them over and over

Bianca:I think it’s a good idea and that one of us stay with y/n at all times

Y/n:(jumps on bed up and down)

Enid:ah y/n cullen/volturi you get off of that bed right now it’s not made for jumping on (picks y/n up off of bed)

Xavier:hay y/n sweetheart will you look at dad please I have to ask you are your parents going to come this parents week

Y/n:esss they timing

Wednesday:who else’s parents are coming I know maybe mine Enid what about yours

Enid:oh yes they are they want to meet our little one

Ajax:mine I don’t think so

Bianca:mine’s is a definite nope

Miss thornhill:hay guy’s I just came to check on you all (holds Tyler’s Hand)you want to say hello to y/n for a minute we’ll I talk to her mama’s and dada’s

Tyler:(runs and hugs y/n)wook I gots this (holds out candy )ants share

Y/n:(nods)esss we hare thisss

Miss thornhill:Tyler hunny come on we have to go great the parents

Tyler:bye bye friend (hugs y/n runs off)

Wednesday:what is that on your face y/n (wipes y/n face)

Y/n:tandy titi givs me

Xavier:oh boy I have an idea let’s go on a walk put’s toddler leash safety backpack on y/n alright little one you ready to go

In the center yard

Enid:slow down sweetie ok oh no there here already

Wednesday:great there here why can’t I just hide from them

Xavier:so are we going to ignore that the little one is trying to run off again

Enids mom:hay hunny oh my god is this the little one you have been talking about

Enid:yes but they are having a sugar high right now because of a other little gave them some candy hay y/n sweetheart will you say hello

Y/n:hewo *hides into xavier*

Enids mom:well aren’t you just adorable

Morticia:and this must be y/n hello little one

Gomez:ahh my little death trap and who is this lovely little one

Wednesday:ok let’s not gloat here about y/n they have family too

Y/n:hewo’s

Bianca’s mom:well I never thought that you were the motherly type

Bianca:oh but I am and I love y/n to death

Carlisle:there they are (runs over and picks y/n up)hay sweetheart I am so happy to see you

Esme:oh I so happy to see you and thank you for the newsy letters back home

Rosalie:what smells like mutts

Aro:ahh there is my little witch

Caius:why do I smell mutts

Xavier:ok well you probably smell the wolves and the other vampires

Emmett:and who are you because I want to know if my little y/n has a boyfriend

Xavier:no I am Xavier I am one of y/n caregivers

Wednesday:and I am Wednesday y/n other caregivers

Ajax:I am Ajax y/n other caregivers

Bianca:and I am Bianca one of y/n other caregivers

Carlisle:it’s nice to meet you all and thank you for taking care of our little witch



[vikilinda]

A LITTLE FAVOR

pairing(s): Georgie farmer x fem!reader

Summary: Your roomie asks you for a favor that you charge him in a scene, and it ends up being the best favor of your life.

"Oh please"

"Nope!"

"You just have to put on the wig and no one will notice"

Emma, ​​your co-star and friend, begs you to cover her in a scene, the two had become friends when they were both in the final casting test, it cannot be said that both had gotten the role.

"Come on, you don't have to say any dialogue"

Emma had been begging you to cover her in a scene tomorrow, of course you had been telling her no all this time. Something interesting about both of you was how much you two looked alike, not enough to be twins but you do share quite a few similar traits.

"And why isn't Jenna covering for you!"

Jenna, who has been watching you fight Emma, ​​peacefully shakes her head as she continues to eat popcorn.

"I have scenes tomorrow, even if I wanted to I can't"

"Oh come on y/n, you're my only hope, if the scene doesn't shoot tomorrow they'll have to push everything back to January"

You deny.

"It won't be that someone is like this, it's because of her scene partner"

You quickly give Jenna a dirty look. As much as you wanted to deny it, Jenna was only telling the truth, if you accepted your scene partner, it would be Georgie, of course that wasn't the problem, the real problem came with the scene, which was a kiss between Enid and Ajax.

¡You couldn't kiss Georgie!

You and Georgie were good friends, spending almost every day on set together, even seeing each other for off-set dialogue practice quite often. But you couldn't kiss him, not after you'd tried so hard to drown out every little hint of any feeling for him.

"Is this all about Georgie? But if you guys are good- OH. MY. GOOD"

Emma, ​​who seemed to have understood the situation, looks at you with flashing eyes and open mouth. Apparently your little secret had been discovered.

"All the more reason you have to cover me tomorrow"

"I can't"

"Y/n this may be your best chance to find out if he has feelings for you."

"And in the worst case you'll have kissed your crush and you'll have the whole spring break to forget about it" Interjects Jenna.

"Oh thanks"

"Oh come on Y/n, Jenna's right, this is a win/win for you. Please"

You sigh. You were definitely going to regret this.

"Fine…i do it."

"YESS!"

Both girls jump on top of you to celebrate, the three of you end up on the ground laughing out loud.

"I'm going to regret this so much"

—

"And…Action!"

Your heart gallops when you see how Georgie finishes the short sentence of her character, your scene was the last one to shoot so when you turn around you see almost all your friends and setmates, that only makes you more nervous.

Georgie starts to get closer to you but you just freeze to the ground. Why can't you just be professional, kiss him and end this.

"Sorry"

You don't wait for an answer and you just run to the closest place you can find, of course it ends up being one of the corridors of the school set. Why couldn't you kiss him? Why did you have to run away? God, what is wrong with you!

"Hey…are you alright?"

You don't know if you are exalted by the shock of not knowing that you had someone behind your back, or by the specific British accent of that someone.

"Yeah, I just needed to get some air"

"Are you sure?"

You nod. You still had your back to Georgie but it didn't take much of a look to know that Georgie was far away from you, you felt how close her body was to yours.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

Georgie, seeing that you wouldn't turn around, he does, you look at the ground but he bends down in search of it. Georgie knew something was wrong, he knew you perfectly, you never got like that for a scene, not even that time you had to jump out of a window; So seeing you in that state he can't help but worry.

"Is it because of the number of people? Because I can tell Percy to distract them while we record"

"It's not that"

Georgie was a very patient person, very few things managed to get on his nerves, this was one of the few things. You kept looking away while giving monosyllabic answers, was he the problem? Had you been angry with him and hadn't noticed? He hadn't brushed his teeth?

Georgie takes your face in his hands and gently lifts it up so you can look into his eyes.

"Is it me? Can't you record the scene for me?"

Your lack of response confirms it. The look in his eyes kills you and makes you feel like the worst person in the world, he had only cared about you and instead you just avoid because you can't admit that it makes you so nervous that all body heat runs out of you.

"I'm sorry, I never wanted you to feel uncomfortable. It's because of the breath, right? I never should have let Percy do the shopping."

You laugh and that makes Georgie feel better at least you're not mad at him.

"You don't make me uncomfortable and your breath is fine, I swear."

"And what is it? If you don't tell me I won't be able to fix it, y/n/n"

Here you were, if you were going to take out the bandage you were going to do it in one move.

"It's just… It's just that you make me nervous"

Georgio was a poem, you didn't know if he was confused, scared or surprised. Or if he at least had understood what you wanted to say.

"I can't kiss you because every time you got closer I felt like my heart was going to explode or run away. And I couldn't tell you anything because I didn't want to damage our friendship, although from your face you may not even understand what I'm trying to tell you…"

Georgie doesn't give you time to finish when he locks your body in his arms and his chest, making sure that this time you weren't going to run away anywhere. Join your lips with his.

You were kissing Georgie! After all they had ended up kissing and you had to admit that it was much better than you had imagined. When they separate, Georgie runs her gaze over your face, smiles.

"I was the one who asked Emma to switch scenes with you."

"What?"

Your eyes widened at her confusion, a smile beginning to escape from the corner of your lips. Georgie had planned all this.

"I couldn't leave without at least trying something. Those two months would have eaten my head"

"So you convinced Emma that she'll help you?"

"It was more blackmail on her part, but let's say yes. Are you upset?"

Emotions did not fit in you, how could you be upset? Georgie had gone to all the trouble to come up with a plan and blackmail your roomie just so he could kiss you.

"Y/n?"

You don't answer, not with words at least. You take her face in your hands and kiss it. Georgie takes a few more seconds to react, but when he does, he encloses you more in his arms, letting herself be guided by the dance that guides your lips.

They both smile when they see each other.

"How about we finish filming the scene, and after what it takes to get all this blood off of us, we go on a date"

"I'm lovin 'it"

[xenoncitadel]

Wednesday: When I first met you two I thought you were weird and annoying.

Enid and Yn: and-

Wednesday: and you are.

[artemisxcore]

Imagine making breakfast with Larissa. Cracking eggs into bowl. Followed with sugar, milk, cinnamon and some vanilla extract. You start making French toast. You can’t ignore a figure who is leaning against you, her hands hugged tight around your waist. Her head finds its rightful place in the crook of your neck . Swinging your hips lightly to the tune you humming, soon Rissa will join your action, placing her hands on your hips and swinging her own with you.

[billieandreneeswife]

Eclipsa was one of the jewel's in her family of witches. At the age of 17 she got pregnant by her old lover from Nevermore academy. Now here she was running around preparing everything for her last dinner with her daughter.

"My love you look so gorgeous all of the boys and girls will drop dead by your beauty."

"Mother stop it! No they won't....well I don't think they will."Replied Eclipsa's Daughter.

A husky chuckle left Eclipsa's throat Of when she thought back of a boy passing out when he saw her. "You'll never know my little rose bud." She sighed feeling happy but sad, happy she raised a strong independent woman and sad that she's going to leave her to be taught about her powers even more.

"Mama don't be sad you still get to see me on parents day and we even get to facetime each other." Smiled Eclipsa's daughter "I know but it will be mommy's last meal you'll ever get to have." A pout formed on her lips and tears weld in her eyes. If only I could stop time she thought to herself. As they finished up dinner she felt arms wrap around her abdomen in a tight embrace.

"Mom...... I'm going to miss you so much" Eclipsa heard her daughter sniffle out, she turned around and tighten her hold on her daughter laying her head on top her's.

"Don't worry my little rose bud I'll get to see you on parents day." She said smiling sadly."I know......well I'm going to get ready for bed so I will be prepared for tomorrow for school." She said

"Ok have sweet dreams my little rose bud." Eclipsa said warmly to her daughter softly kissing her forehead.

~~~~Time Skip cuz I'm to lazy~~~~

Eclipsa woke up to a warm body on top of her, she smiled softly as she saw her daughter's face laying on her stomach. She softly played with her daughter's black hair lost in thought of all the amazing memories she had of razing her little girl.

"Good morning mama."

"Good morning my little rose bud how was your sleep?"

"It was good just had a weird dream is all."

"Why what happened?"

"Well there was this tall pale women with long black hair and dark brown eyes and she wore this long black dress and wore deep red lipstick crazy thing is she was like aware she was in my dream."Eclipsa froze hearing the description of her pass lover and her daughter's other mother. How she thought why would she be in my daughter's dream. A wave of anger pass through her body as the room heated up my her rage.

"Mama are you ok?" Snapping out of her thoughts her body cool down along with the room."Yes my love I'm fine let's get ready shall we." Eclipsa replied kissing her daughter's forehead while getting off of her bed. Snapping her fingers her long vintage chanel black satin dress flue to her along with her black velvet heels. Finishing up her makeup she put in her pearl earrings and necklace and finished up with her rings.

"You ready my love!?" Shouted Eclipsa"Yes mama." Her daughter called back running down the staircase wearing her school uniform."Oh my little rose bud you look just like momma when I was attended nevermore." Smiled Eclipsa.

A Big smile broke on her daughter's face when she heard her mother say this, she always wanted to be like her mother strong independent and confident."I'm going to make you so proud mama."

"My love I'm already proud of you." She replied cupping her daughter's face peppering it with kisses."Mamma!" Giggled her daughter"Come on let's go principal weems doesn't like to wait."

"You know the principal mama!"

"Of course I went to the same school will her you silly." "Oh." "Well come now little on it's time to go to your new school."

~Time skip~

Here they were now standing right in front of Nevermore academy Eclipsa to a deep breath in smelling the nature around them a soft smile appeared on her lips as she took in the scenery before her."Come little one we don't have much time to spare." She said while grabbing her daughter's hand to comfort her. As they walked into the academy all as were on them Eclipsa could feel their energy's and emotions along with her daughter's shy and curious body energy.Walking up the stairs she bumped into a boy helping him up she took in his fetchers he was pale and had black hair he was also wearing a black and white T-shirt along with black shorts. He mumbled a quick sorry while running down the stairs. Eclipsa shook her head while chuckling and continuing to the headmistress office.

Knocking on the door she heard a mumble come in opening the door she froze when she meant eyes with dark haired beauty. Her one and only true lover Morticia frump who left her for him.........Gomez Addams.

[ilivemydreamsthere]

Hi there! Could I ask you to write a story where female reader (student of Nevermore, age 18) is constantly making trouble for the school and is called into the office by Principal Weems everytime. The reader, being around the principal, is constantly nervous and feels attracted to her. (She likes principal's hands and her high) And when once again the reader is called to the office by the principal, the principal notices strange behavior and guesses what the reason is. She slowly and with a smirk approaches the student and asks the question, "do you like it when I'm this close?" But the reader tries until the last minute to keep a low profile and deny everything. Larissa dom., the reader sub. I want smut, please

Sorry, English is not my first language

Hi ,

I am so happy to worked on this. Hope you might enjoy. All of you

You had been sitting before the office for so long. One of the professors send you here. You had been in trouble again. You could hear a voice. "Y/ N ! Come in !" 

You took a deep breath and get up.  Principal Weems waited leaning about her huge table. She was wearing white skirt and bluse.  She was radiant, always radiant even when she spoke to your soul.  She crossed her arms. 

"So Y/ N what was today?"  She asked and you couldn't help yourself and looked down. You feel ashamed. The blush creeps on your face. 

"My classmates, " You said, not looking at her.  "They tempted me. They spoke bad about you " You explain with your eyes still tide down to the floor. 

"I tell them not to. When they didn't wanted to I did pull down my necklace and use my powers on them" You explained and when she didn't say a word you looked up to her slowly. She watched you intently. You could not help and looked down again.  

"I see " she said slowly, looking for good words. She smiled a little bit and made a few steps to you. She stands here for a moment.  

"You aren't a trouble maker, you are just showing yourself y/n " She explained slowly. "You are trying to spend time in my company " 

You gasped and met her eyes shaking head. You couldn't tell her how you feel could you? She was still your teacher ! Headmistress! 

You shaked head and when she came closer you just took another next step and with a smirk asked "Do you like it when I'm this close?"

You shaked head and she touched your chin and made you look at her. You could feel her perfume.

"Yes I do " You breath out and it was all she needed to lean down kissing your lips in a very hard and demanding way. 

You gasped against her lips and she licked yours gently. You open yours and let your  tongues meet.  She touched your chin and now her hand rested on your neck. You feel yourself getting wet. Your hands looked for something to hold and end on her chest. 

"You do, " She spoke against your lips. She lean in and kiss you again. Then you could feel her lips against your ear. "Will you be mine good girl ?" She asked and you shivered. She let you standing in the middle of room giving you perfect view on herself. She get on her table and raised her eyebrow. She kicked down her shoes and made space between her legs. 

You didn't need to be told twice. Making steps to her. You touched her beautiful creamy legs and she licked her lips. "Be good girl for mommy hun " she said leaning closer to your ear breathing hot air over it. You shivered. "Get on your knees " her voice had been more husky then before and you feel like it send shock in your core. You did get on your knees slowly and kiss her knee and slowly worked way up her thighs. You did licked and kissed and let there even occasion bite. You did get to her core. Her creamy painties visibly wet. You licked her covered center and she gasped. At that moment you felt like a winner. You did pull her underwear aside and started to lapping on her pussy lips, opening them and slowly driving in your flat tongue. The goodness you were licking gasped little "baby be good for mommy and make her come" 

She smirked and tanged her pretty long fingers in your scalp pulling you close basically riding your face. 

She noticed your hand sneak under your skirt and her voice changed in the harde one "Not a change baby girl. Do you wanna be punished ?" Her voice sounded very professor-like and you could not help of gasping.  

"Oh my you do like it " she grinned and keep moving back and forth against your mouth. You keep your hand in your panties and moaned when you was licking her. 

"I am gonna strip you and make you scream on my table. With fingers, tounge ad more "You let out strange moan and double your efforts and then you could feel her coming. You helped her go throw it all licking her clean loving every single drop. 

"On my table now " She smirked pulling you up and get you in position with hand on your throat making you incredibly wet. 

"I want it , I want you to touch me ' 

She smirked and you could feel hand on your leg when she make you lay down on her table. 

"All for me. I can basically feel and see how wet you are darling " her left hand touched your neck holding not squeezing and second fingers dig under your underwear making you gasped. 

"Be good for mommy " she spoke before she entered you harshly or she thoughts so her two fingers felt good and she started punishing pace and you soon couldn't control your hips bucking and even moans and noises of pleasure. 

She lean down and kisses you hard way muffing your sounds. She smirked. "Such  slut for me opening your legs wide. You wanna be fjcked more " She asked and squeezed your neck harder. 

"Yeah … " it was all she need to double her own effort and insert 3th finger insider your pussy and finger you hard and fast. 

It had to be gift that couldn't be punishment. 

[fandomnerd9602]

wensday x reader where she is mean to everyone and only has a soft spot for reader and is so sweet and kind to them

Wednesday nuzzles Y/N, hugging them from behind…

Y/N: whipped

Wednesday: no darling that’s you

Click! Enid takes a photo of the two of them…

Wednesday: burn that photo or I burn you

Enid: I can’t save it for your future kids?

Wednesday: hmm…I’ll allow it

[inlovewithquestionablecharacters]

Hey,

could you please write a Hannibal one-shot, where fem!reader is from Europe and one of Alana‘s best friends.She meets Hannibal accidentaly at Alana‘s house and over months they bond over literature/culture, as she dearly misses her home. They often try to recreate a scene from a book, except this time the scene is partially sexual in the end.The reader thinks Hannibal would stop before the scene, but he just goes on (smut?)

Hannibal X Reader: Words on paper

Warnings: smut, oral (f receiving), Handjob, kissing, mutual pinning, female reader, no use of y/n.

Word count: 1,9K

When you first arrived you were worried you wouldn’t fit in. Alana had gone above and beyond to assure you that everything would be just fine. The two of you had met when Alana spent a small time in Europe for a college course and from the moment you met you’d become fast friends. When you told her you’d be going to America for some time she was quick to invite you to stay at her house, assuring you she had the space and that you wouldn’t be a bother at all. As the days went on you found yourself growing more and more comfortable. The two of you would go out at night, after Alana was finished with work, and she would introduce you to the most interesting people. But by far the person who most caught your eye was Hannibal. 

Your meeting wasn’t planned. Quite the contrary in fact. Hannibal had come over to Alana to discuss something about Will, one of his patients, who you also knew happened to be Alana's friend. As luck would have it you had been laying on the couch reading when the doorbell rang.

“I’ll get it!”

You placed your book on the table and padded your way over to the door. You opened the door, immediately being greeted by the sight of a man in a suit. You gave him a small smile.

“Hello. How can I help?”

“Oh Hello. I'm Looking for Alana Bloom.”

“I’m here.”

Alana peeked out from behind you, calling Hannibal's attention to her. You stepped to the side allowing Alana to move forward. She whispered a small thanks to you as she leaned against the door.

“Everything okay?”

“I came to talk about Will he- Sorry who is that?”

Alana turned to look at you as you walked deeper into the house.

“Oh she’s a friend from Europe. She’s staying with me for a while.”

She stopped to think for a moment. 

“Actually I think the two would get along great. Just a sec.”

You heard Alana call your name causing you to stop where you were and turn around.  She motioned you over with her hand. You made your way back to the two of them. Alana introduced you to Hannibal who placed his hand out to you. You took it, giving it a good shake.

“Pleased to meet you.”

“The pleasure is all mine.”

The rest is history. 

You’d nagged Alana to give you Hannibals number and pretty soon the two of you were seeing each other everyday. You still made sure you had time to hang out with Alana but whenever you weren't with her you were with Hannibal. The two of you shared a passion for art and literature. Hannibal became a connection to your home. The two of you spent hours pouring over the most ancient works known to man. He’d help you with your English and you let him practice his Italian on you. Things between you seemed to click with such ease it was like you had been made for each other.

You and Hannibal had a designated activity for each day of the week. On Mondays you discussed his FBI work, because your view of things helped him quite a lot. Tuesdays were for talking about art and Wensdays were home cooked dinner at Hannibal's house. Thursdays were for Noir films and Fridays you saved for your Girls night out with Alana. But of all the days your favorite was saturday. On Saturdays you’d go over to Hannibal's house and the two of you would act out a scene from the book one of you was currently reading. Neither of you knew what the scene would entail. You found out as you acted it out. 

In all honesty you should have expected the scene to take the turn that it did. There had been signs from the beginning that this was the road you were heading down. It was a romance novel after all. The more you read the more your body is filled with an anxious feeling. You knew Hannibal would stop before things went too far. He’d done it before with other books so you expected him to do it again.

You were wrong.

 You had just begun reading the new paragraph, fully committed to your character.

“He gazed at her, his eyes boring into hers. She watched him take a step forward….”

You stopped, your eyes moving over the next words. In the book the male character, Hannibal, was supposed to kiss the female character, you. You looked up at Hannibal unsure of what to do.

“Keep reading.”         

“O-okay. Uhm. His hand wound around her waist.”

You felt Hannibal's hand against your body. Your breath quickened at the action. You glanced at the page, realizing your character had a line.

“We shouldn’t do this.”

“Why not?”

“It's forbidden. You know what my father will say.”

“Since when do you care about what your father says?”

Hannibal's gaze never left his book but his delivery of his lines seemed so real you couldn't help but get lost in your little fantasy. You turned your page and began to read again.

“Before she was able to response he silenced her with-muff”

He silenced her with a kiss. That was what was written. And that is exactly what Hannibal did. Your book nearly fell from your hand at the surprise you felt as Hannibal's lips met yours. You managed to keep your grip on it as your other hand moved to hold onto Hannibal's neck. Once he pulled away he gazed at your flustered expression for a moment before turning his attention back to the book. He started to read the next passage, his actions mimicking what he read.

“He leaned down to kiss her neck. Hands grabbing desperately at her body as the desire for her grew inside him.”

You gasped as you felt Hannibal suck on your skin, his free hand squishing the flesh of your hip.  

“He wanted to taste her. He wanted to see her squirm beneath him.”

“Hannibal.”

He was fully committed to the story. He would have read through the rest of the chapter if you’d let him. But the whine of his name coming out of your mouth made him break character. He looked at your blush stained cheeks and the dilated state of your pupils. You wanted this just as much as he did. 

Screw the book. 

You two would write your own scene.

Your books crashed to the floor as both of you moved to tug at each other's clothes. You tugged at Hannibal's shirt, removing it from his pants. He continued to assault your neck, his tongue lapping at the skin as he struggled with your zipper. You tangled into each other, moving across the room without any particular destination. You bumped into his harpsichord, wincing at the contact. Hannibal stopped moving at the sound, his head moving to look at you.

“Are you alright?”

“I’m okay. Just wasn’t expecting that.”

The two of you broke into laughter as you finally took in the situation you found yourself in.

“Gosh you make me feel like a schoolgirl with a crush.”

“I know the feeling. When I'm around you I feel like a teenager. Everything you do excites me.”

You give him a playful shove causing him to smile. You grin up at him, moving to place a gentle kiss to his lips. 

“Would you mind if we moved this to the bedroom?”

“Not at all. Lead the way.”

Hannibal had been griping at you so fiercely you thought for a moment he didn’t know how to be gentle. 

He proved you wrong. 

Your hands curled into his hair as he buried his face into your cunt. His hands held onto your thighs, keeping you from squirming from him. A moan escaped your lips as he sucked on your clit. You were sure the way you were clawing at his skull must hurt but Hannibal didn’t seem to mind. He was fully content in lapping at your cunt for the rest of the night if it meant you’d continue to moan the way you were. Your vision was starting to become blurry as your eyes continually rolled to the back of your head. You gasped as Hannibal's fingers moved inside you, helping his tongue bring you to your peek. His name spilled from your mouth like a prayer. You spasmed beneath him, causing Hannibal to tighten his grip on your body. He lapped up your cum, feeling your body sag into the bed as you came down from your high. 

You moved your hand off his head, a sharp pain shooting through your arm. You hadn’t realized how hard you’d been holding onto him until your body relaxed. Hannibal kissed your thigh making you look down at him. You watched him make his way up your body, stopping to suck on your breasts for a moment before coming face to face with you. You gave him a lazy grin which he returned with a toothy smile. He leaned down, placing a kiss to your lips. You wrapped your arms around his neck, anchoring your body to his. 

As much as Hannibal wanted to fuck you he could tell you were tired. He pushed himself off you, laying beside you in the bed. You turned to lay on your side so you could watch him. His hand moved to his dick, wrapping around it. You inched yourself closer to his body, lips moving to kiss his neck. Hannibal's hand began to pump his dick, eye closing as he did so. You kissed his jawline, your hand moving over his chest. Hannibal let out small grunts as his pace quickened. You body was completely spent but you managed to lay on Hannibal's chest, your hand moving closer to where he was. The feeling of your palm on his hand made Hannibal's eyes snap open. He saw the top of your head, his gaze moving to where your hand was. You wrapped your hand over his. He called out your name causing you to lift your head from his chest.

“Yes?”

“What are you doing?”

“Helping you out.”

“You don;t have too. I know you're tired.”

“Shh, relax. I want to.”

Hannibal released his hand from his dick, allowing your hand to take his place. Your thumb moved over the head, gathering the pre cum that was there. Hannibal gasped as your hand began to move, stroking his dick at a slow pace. His hips bucked up, searching for his release. You continued to pump him, your head moving so that you could place kisses on his chest. Your teeth scraped at his neck as you began moving up his body. Hannibal's hand wound into your hair as you kissed him, tugging his bottom lip with your teeth. His dick twitched against your hand, causing you to speed up your movements. Hannibal moaned out your name as his seed spilled into your hands. 

You relaxed into Hannibal's chest, arm moving to wrap around his waist. Hannibal nuzzled his face into your hair, taking in the scent of your shampoo. Your eyes fluttered shut as exhaustion started to creep up on you. Hannibal noticed the shift in your breathing, realizing you were beginning to fall asleep. He tugged the sheets over both of your bodies, making sure to cover your bare skin from the cold. He let out a sigh relaxing into the bed as sleep washed over him.

[fleetingvow]

Hello, I really loved your writing for Wednesday and was wondering if I could request something.

Reader was hurt badly on the final fight and Wednesday gets worried about her, gets emotional just as she did with Thing. She doesn't leave reader's side until she wakes up and when she does she can't help but hold her because she thought that was it for a moment, and maybe confesses her feelings? You can elaborate it as much as you'd like, I'd just like for that to be the general idea, love some hurt/comfort.

Much love. <3

‘ DEATH BY A THOUSAND CUTS .

Wednesday Addams x Female Reader.

SYNOPSIS. wednesday addams never cried for anyone, not until she held you fighting for your life, desperately trying to stay alive to return the whispered confession. ( 4.15k words )

NAVIGATION. part one - part two. masterlist.

WARNINGS. major angst. character death ( reader’s ). unproofread. english not being the author’s first language.

NOTE. written in second person’s point of view. another love by tom odell being the angsty essential to produce this fic.

REQUESTED BY. anonymous. thank you for your lovely words, and for trusting my writing to create a perfectly stomach churning plot! do enjoy this work.

LISTEN TO WHILE READING. optional. another love by tom odell.

TAGS. @ryver19 @danysflames

𝗜𝗙 𝗪𝗘𝗗𝗡𝗘𝗦𝗗𝗔𝗬 wasn’t worried about braving the ancient face of Crackstone before, she definitely was now. Not because she was scared of him. It’s because you were the most idiotic person she knew. What were you doing in a battle that you shouldn’t be in? Were you even aware of what you were getting yourself into? She wanted to know what was going through your mind when you marched in the courtyard without a weapon or anything to protect yourself with. Just a glare that wouldn’t do anything.

The fire burning so fierce dancing with the breeze turned slow. Everything seemed too leisure for her liking when she spotted you standing there. It was as if the world had stopped spinning, but it couldn’t possibly now, could it? Xavier was mad enough to try and help, and now you? What were you going to do? Why were you even here?

You weren’t glaring at the pilgrim. You were glaring at her. The blade that was in her possession had shattered and her attention was turned to you. That was the last thing you needed. You hated Wednesday for being the centre of everything because you knew it meant sacrificing so much, even herself.

She used to love seeing you angry and defeated, but not like this. Not this way when you were getting defeated by the monster that stood before her and not her. Not when your hair moved with the wind so slowly as she met your gaze while watching the fire burn in your eyes in the middle of danger. She felt weaker.

You were a vulnerability. A phenomenon in which she, herself, couldn’t even explain.

Paying attention to the movement in your peripheral view, your eyes darted to the figure, slowly coming to the revelation that it was Bianca, in all her grace, standing not so far away from the distracted pilgrim.

You heard a victorious crackle emit from the old man’s mouth, and that’s when you knew. You quickly turned to Wednesday who was trying her best to suppress her noises of struggle. It just made you angrier. Your heart skipped faster in your chest as your mind ran circles in your head, putting it all into shambles that made it difficult for you to think. This anger had neer been felt by you before. It was suffocating, restricting, and it tightened your chest to the point that you almost gasped for air. That’s when you recalled what you came there for.

To help Wednesday put Crackstone back to where he belongs.

You shut your eyes and found yourself a moment before opening them again. When the young Addams thought you had nothing as a weapon, she was wrong. Locking eyes with the siren, you nodded and lifted a hand to reveal the lustrous object from your back. Using your ability, you passed the dagger to the girl who took the blade, understanding the task that she now shouldered.

However, that didn’t provide you much comfort. Wednesday was looking at death straight in the face and your trembling body didn’t stop to just stand around and watch. Your feet dragged you hastily a few feet away from Bianca.

This caught Crackstone’s attention as he slowly turned his head to you, grinning like he faced the Devil in front of him and made a sacrifice for a deal. You couldn’t even describe the disgust and fear you felt as you saw his face fresh from the dead.

“Those who intrude shall join the abomination in the depths of hell!”

You stared at him, narrowing your eyes as you swallowed your spit cautiously to watch his every little move that could be used against you.

What were you doing? You looked stupid! Wednesday’s furrowed eyebrows already said it all. Her heart pounding in her chest almost ripped her open when she saw Crackstone raising the sceptre in his hand, about to conjure such a damage on you. She hated that she couldn’t do anything but look at you, mentally telling you not to do what it is that you’re going to do and run to safety.

You lifted your arm slightly and tried your best to pull the sceptre away, but all it did was drain your energy and create a tension that you couldn’t even control, yourself. You were pulling his source of power, but it seemed as though your telekinetic ability wasn’t enough to do anything. Crackstone was far more powerful. You didn’t stand a chance.

You raised your other hand and conjured an object to hit him in an attempt to distract his attention from the focus he had on his sceptre. He didn’t budge and destroyed it to pieces.

“Enough!” He shouted and with a move of the mace, you were thrown across the courtyard, your back hitting the stone pillars causing you to descend to the ground with an aching body and a sharp grunt.

“Y/N!” It was unrecognisable as to who yelled for your name, but you were tired.

You were shaking extremely now. The statics ringing in your ears became deafening to the point that you didn’t hear what the next thing was. Your vision got blurry, and dark spots started to patch up your vision. You closed your eyelids shut numerously in an attempt to recover, and as you did so, you caught the bits and pieces of what was occurring right in front of you.

Bianca groaned as she toppled on the ground just the same as her. Crackstone looked unfazed as he stood with a stab, the fiery blaze of fire appearing on his back to his lower chest. He turned and soon, it was your turn as you stood. He took the blade to make use of it, but you weren’t having it. Not to Bianca. Not to anyone in that courtyard, except him.

You swiftly got on your feet, ignoring the statics and the migraine that had formed once you stood up. Your limping feet dragged you in front of the siren as you stopped right there with the dagger whipping past the air at lightning speed.

You were getting sick of lifting your hand, but it was needed this time or anyone in this courtyard is dead. You tried to stop the blade from rushing towards you, and for a second, you thought you did.

That was when you caught the smirk on Crackstone’s face. You knew it wasn’t good. So did Bianca. Your eyes widened in fear, but you didn’t have much time to react.

When with that, the blade pierced through your flesh with the sound of the metal cutting through your skin and burying deep in your body as you let out a shortened gasp. With pursed lips, you looked down and saw the dagger on your lower abdomen. The blood was quickly seeping through your clothes, shining under the joined light provided by the moon, the stars, and the fire that Wednesday thought used to burn in your eyes.

Before you completely succumbed to the dizziness was the sight of Crackstone turning to Wednesday. Then, it blurred. All your eyes could gather was the fire getting fiercer in the form of Crackstone’s figure. Was it fire? You didn’t know, but you heard the low monstrous scream that almost made you let out a victorious cry.

But once the final disappearance of his body started in the blaze, it burst into a powerful surge of what his power once was, causing a strong wave that wiped the fire off the courtyard.

You looked at Wednesday who returned the gesture as she glared at you with her sharp narrowed eyes. You plummeted to the ground shortly after with Bianca rushing over.

Wednesday marched forward and pushed the siren aside in haste as she kneeled down next to you. Your breaths were hitching, your hand laid on the dagger, stained with the red hue of your metallic blood. Beads of sweat started forming on your forehead which felt odd to you as you began to feel colder each minute.

“Don’t you dare pull out the knife,” Wednesday’s command made you groan. You could feel the metal in you, and it was the most discomforting sensation.

Wednesday didn’t know how to act or feel. She didn’t even know what to think, but the fact that you laid there on the ground, bleeding out as you trembled made her lose her mind. She couldn’t have that or else she’d lose her composure.

“I’ll call for help,” Bianca proclaimed before running out of the courtyard.

But that wasn’t the end of it all when you and Wednesday’s ears perked up at the sound of a gun cocking in the distance. And lo and behold was Thornhill with a gun in her hand, aimed at the girl who slowly stood up to confront Laurel.

“You brought a gun to a sword fight. It’s probably the first smart decision you’ve made today.”

“I might not get to kill all the outcasts, but at least I get to kill you, Wednesday.”

You groaned and shut your eyes from the stinging pain, your eyes getting tired to keep wide open as yet another fight occurred. Laurel had her gun pointed straight on Wednesday, but it was as if you didn’t feel the pain when a bee appeared followed by Eugene with his bright smile that seemed to crack the tension into two, replacing the delight of the moon to the shine of the sun.

You could’ve exceeded the amount of the stars of thanking him for saving Wednesday, but your breaths were getting shorter, and you knew there and then that this was probably the last time you’ll ever feel your heart beating in your chest.

You swallowed the lump on your throat. No, you can’t cry. Not now. Not here on the ground.

“Eugene, search the school for an emergency medical kit. Make it quick before I dig a grave.”

Wednesday turned to you, not wasting another minute to rush next to you again. She put her hand on your chest to feel the pound of your hope inside. You didn’t like this weak profile of you in front of the girl you so badly wanted to defeat just because you saw a bit of yourself in her.

( Cue the start of the music )

You always hated your reflection, hence why when she attended Nevermore, she had become nothing but a walking mirror yet also an ironic form of what you despised.

She despised you equally. You always gave her that stare she didn’t like. Wednesday found you to be a scuff on the floor she’d walk past on, but you became addicting to defeat that even winning against Bianca had become pointless when she spotted you in the crowd and challenged you in the archery field.

“It hurts,” you mumbled shakily as you tried your best to hold a noise down your throat.

She hated that. She hated that it affected her. Wednesday shouldn’t care for you, not after all the pent up anger she felt when you were around. Not the anger that made her want to stick around you more in order to rub it in your face that she was so much better than you tried to prove yourself to be.

A noise escaped your lips.

That made her close her eyes. She never did that. She wanted to remove the sight of you in front of her, and she thought it was just because you looked so human — weak. Or was it because of the hurt that she felt in her stomach? She has had enough. She wanted cotton to block her ears from your noise. You had been suppressing the noises, but God, this noise was different now. You were suffering, and it made her stomach churn once she noticed that she knew that.

Why would she know that about you?

“Wednesday,” you called, your voice being something she couldn’t get herself to listen to but still tried.

She opened her eyes and clenched her jaw.

“You’re about to cry.” Wednesday remarked dryly, hiding the fact that it made her want to stab her eyes for noticing such a detail. “It’s unnecessary.”

Who was she kidding? She had an arrow that pierced through the flesh of her shoulder and it already stung. What more a stab that she knew what felt like? Especially twisted. It was an electrocution with tenfold the increased voltage on the maimed part of the body. It wasn’t just that. There was more to it than she saw from you now.

You chuckled. “Yeah, I thought that too.”

You didn’t want things to end like this. Wednesday wasn’t a mirror. She was a similarity that you had an opportunity to know and relate to. You had a chance for her to be your friend, but instead of taking that chance, you looked at her like a competition just because you hated the aspect of yourself that you tried to link with her.

Wednesday tensed up when your bloody hand found hers on the dirty ground. Your fingers touching hers making her head spin faster than the Earth on its axis. There was a sensation there. On the spot that your cold hands inflicted upon the place of contact. A slight feeling that caused her to look down at it, her eyes going from anger to something gentle and unexplainable. You were holding her hand. She wanted to process that in her head.

You were holding her hand.

Wednesday wanted to kill after the contact, because the look you had on your face mirrored hers. She knew it wasn’t a good sign.

“Can we pretend like we didn’t try to kill each other for the whole term?” Your voice was barely a voice. The question had become a whisper that only she could hear.

No, no. You weren’t doing this. She didn’t want it. She didn’t need it. The young Addams never asked for it but why were you doing it? God, you were stubborn. She hated you so much!

But you were you. There was nothing she could do about it. You were your own person, and that’s perhaps . . . Wednesday looked at your joined hands once again. It made her feel.

You made her feel.

Every aspect of you made her feel alive.

She thought she’d known thrill and the concept of romance all her life, but she was sure that every bit and piece of what she knew about it could be matched with this — this fluttery feeling in her stomach. The spark crackling on her skin that you were in contact with. Your eyes sending shivers down her spine. This state of you that angered her so much. Her knees shaking from fear of having no one in Nevermore to compete with once again.

Why did she feel this way?

She was supposed to despise you. Wednesday pursed her lips. She looked down at yours. There was a night that she pondered over why the first thing she kept seeing was your lips when she saw you. Then, after that one thought came the billions in her head when she lied still on her cold bed in the middle of the night that would sometimes even last until the light of dawn. She thought it was just because she hated you.

She thought it was just because you provoked such an emotion in her that was far too complicated for her to comprehend. Now, Wednesday wanted to test a theory, but was there even a theory to be tested, or was it the truth?

“I never hated you.”

She heard laughter from you. Was it funny that she said that? Was that statement pointless to you? Did it mean nothing? Wednesday’s eyes narrowed, her eyelashes doing that thing you usually found amusing.

You looked away and focused on the blanket of stars glinting so brightly above you. You let out a breath, “Huh.”

Should you tell her the truth? “Since I’m dying, I think you deserve the truth.”

That made her look up at you again, tearing her gaze away from your hand again. you almost laughed at her if you weren’t so badly injured now.

“I think I never hated you too, Wednesday.”

If an instrument was checking the pounding of her heartbeat, the machine would have gone crazy as the lines came in shambles. It was the same for you, but how would you know? You — why was she staring at you like that?

Why were her eyes the ones glossy now?

“You’re about to cry.” You commented, ignoring the sharp pain that started to become worse now that you thought was like the one before. You didn’t think much of it. Yes, it was painful, but why would you? “It’s unnecessary.”

You gasped at yet another pain. Your hands clutched hers, making her shift in her spot, her fingers squeezing you back.

That didn’t help your already dying heartbeat. There was more to what you said before, but you had to refrain yourself drom embarrassing yourself in front of her just in case this was the last.

And you were sure this was your last.

You vowed never to fall for the traps of love, most especially its romantic form. You saw and experienced many things that you never wanted to look back on ever again. However, you hated how your wall slowly crumbled down for Wednesday who almost shared the same perspective as you, although hers was more glum and grim. Yours was about the matter of love. Hers was about life.

Maybe this similarity was the reason you managed to be close to her. Not that close. Just this close. Just this in which you’d share the peace in front of the quiet lake without saying another word. Just holding each other’s gazes on occasions and looking away, with you clearing your throat and her bumping your shoulder to the point that it would ache later on for no reason. Just stealing glances at certain times while the other was accompanied by another at the Rave’N. Just fighting most of the time. Just acting like nothing happened the next. Just ignoring each other’s presence while looking back when walking past each other in the corridors of Nevermore.

“Y/N?”

You gasped, “I can’t — ” You panted for air again, “Breathe.”

“Don’t speak.” Her trembling hand removed its grip from yours as she stood up, frantic yet graceful when she spotted and obtained the blade she banished Crackstone with on the ground. The girl cut the edge of her long skirt and proceeded to take a long piece, careful not to make her own shorter than it should be.

She then proceeded to kneel down next to you. No, you weren’t leaving her hanging like this. Your truth was barely the truth, and she wnated to hear from you. She badly wanted to hear your voice again in full volume, in that pitch that she always knew.

Wednesday cried for Thing, but God, you? She knew she’d fill an ocean. This couldn’t be happening to her again.

She hated you now. She hated how scared you were making her feel in that moment. Were you even aware of what you were doing to her? She was supposed to be in her best composure, handling this in a graceful way that wouldn’t require her to shake so much, to curse in her head just because you were struggling.

Why did she care?! She cared so much it was too unnecessary, and her eyes were starting to water from this sight of you.

The girl wrapped the cloth around the knife that she couldn’t pull out. She put pressure on the spot but her heart dropped to her stomach the most when a tear escaped your eye.

Wednesday’s eyes widened. She quickly took you by the shoulders and laid your head on her lap in a hurry. Now was the time that she didn’t know what to do the most.

You couldn’t leave her like this.

She couldn’t bear it. She wouldn’t.

She wanted to spend another moment alone in the quiet in front of the lake, staring at your reflections and stealing glances over the water.

She wanted to ponder about you at night, questioning why it was your lips first that she captured when she looked back at you when you passed by each other in the hallways.

She wanted — no, demanded to see your annoying face that kept popping up in her nightmares and daydreams to show up beaming at her, laughing at some stupid joke someone told.

Your life story can’t just end like this.

What was she to do without you? Wednesday could imagine a world where it was just you and her living off the taunts of each other, competing to wind, but enjoying each other’s company.

She envisioned you laying your head on her shoulder after a long exhausting day, ranting to her about how your day went. She could envision herself just nodding, being the same old her that people often thought did not care enough.

Did you care enough?

Because she did. Enough to hold you in her arms, to embarrass herself in front of you.

How the mighty have fallen for the graces of someone like you? You thought.

“If you die on me, I will make history repeat itself just to bring you back and I'll stab you again myself.”

You used what bit of your energy was left to quirk your lips up to form a curve. You liked Wednesday.

It was clearer than the water you occasionally stared at for hours in her company.

“Out of all the people in the world, the ones I share the same blood with, used to tell my secrets to,” you quietly gasped for air to continue, “This, Wednesday Addams . . .”

Your clutch on her arm was starting to loosen as your eyelids started to slowly drop down to meet the darkness.

“This is the only time I feel given a damn about.”

Wednesday’s eyes didn’t know which to focus on. They darted on the dagger, the blood, the cloth, your eyes, your parted lips — “Y/N?” That was the first time her call for someone had a frantic frightened tone.

Your hand on the ground without another sign of movement was a touch of something that amde her feel as if someone had poured acid in her stomach. Her hand made its way to your cheek, not caring whether the blood on her hand got on your face.

Why weren’t you waking up? Why weren’t you opening her eyes and shooting up from the ground to tell her that you were just joking? She didn’t care if it was a fucked up prank, as long as she knew you were still there.

But no, God no, you weren’t.

“Wake up, Y/N.”

She shook you, but there was nothing. She placed two fingers on the side of your neck to check your pulse but she couldn’t get any sign of it.

A tear fell.

Wednesday halted. The girl touched her cheek, wiping the drop of what she vowed never to do again and leisurely examined her finger that shone with the wet surface because of the tear.

There she knew.

Wednesday wished she had realised it before, but no, it took you reaching the end of your own life story before she could even understand.

She knew a bit about you.

She knew you were Y/N and that you used to live in a small home in a small town in Romania where you had a family that pushed you around just because you were an outcast. That you had a gift that none of them could accept, for it was deemed to be witchcraft or that it made them insecure to use as a reason to make you feel small.

She knew you used to have friends who spilled all your secrets that made you fall from your grace. From being at the top down to the six foot level underground.

She knew you had a fling. She knew it didn’t end well. She knew your family put you in Nevermore to get rid of you and find yourself.

She knew that you cried yourself to sleep, knew that you believed that no one cared.

She knew what was going on in the back of your mind when you wiped away your tears in front of the lake.

Wednesday just wished she never looked away when she saw who you were. She wished she never resisted what it was that she felt.

Because what you went through? She knew it was that much of a cut and the stab that Crackstone had done to you was the thousandth.

Or maybe it was the words that were left unsaid?

AUTHOR’S NOTE. part two will be coming up soon! this will be edited tomorrow since it’s so late already and i have to wake up in about four hours again. if you want to get tagged for the next part, just leave a comment. thank you!

[avengerslittleone]

Little at nevermore

Carlisle:now little vamp you be good you promise daddy right

Esme:come on love let’s go say bye to all of your mama’s and daddy’s

Y/n:bye bye (hugs and kisses them all)

Caius:go Carlisle we got everything from here

Rosalie:bye my little witch mama loves you

Aro:(walks into Ophelia hall and see human woman)

Enid:hi newbie welcome to Ophelia hall

Wednesday:welcome please say on your side of the room and be quiet when I have my writing time

Xavier:hay girls oh hello my name is Xavier and you are

Y/n:hewo/hello I am y/n swan/cullen/volturi

Enid:so what brings you to nevermomore

Y/n:i my powers took over me and I hurt someone so my parents think it should be here my real dad does not know about my powers

Wednesday:so what are you other families of y/n

Aro:we are the volturi I am king aro and we the volturi are the royal family of vampires

Ajax:hay bae (kisses Enid)

Yoko:well if it’s not the new fresh meat wait your vampires too

Caius:that is no way to speak to the vampire kings

Y/n:ok let’s go ok bye I will call you later

Alec:make sure to call us little one

Xavier:can I ask you a question are you a little

Y/n:is that bad or a good thing but yes I am

Enid:ok thank you for coming here we have been waiting for a long time to have a little as a group

Bianca:well I want in on this I want to be a caregiver as well

Xavier:fine

Y/n:(jumps on bed cuddles blankets) mine no wana share mine tuddly blankey

Wednesday:ok you don’t have to share

Thing:(crawls next to y/n pats shoulder)

Enid:what do you want little one

Y/n:(makes grabby hands at bag) wana twilight

Xavier:(grabs bag opens it grabs teddy bear and lion and lamb stuffy grabs pacifier hand to y/n)look here you go baby and this is to suck on no fingers or thumb

Ajax:oh how about we watch a movie

Y/n:(grabs dvd)new moon wana watch

Miss thornhill:I just wanted to check on everyone oh are they a little

Xavier:yes and we all in here are there caregivers

Miss Thornhill:I will make a note if they slip they can leave but bye I get to go pick up my little Tyler

Xavier:what do we say to miss thornhill y/n little one

Y/n:bye bye auntie Thor

Miss thornhill:ok bye sweetie bye guys (leaves closes door)

[xenoncitadel]

Wednesday trying to ask Yn out.

Wednesday: Hey, you wanna go see that new horror movie with me?

Yn: Oh, Um... no, I’m afraid of blood actually. How about we watch that new romance instead?

Wednesday, nervously: I’m afraid of love.

Yn:

Yn: The Lorax it is.

[darlingsfandom]

ModernKitten with a sultry flirty girlfriend <3 Halloween as Enid and Wensdays Adams from wensday <3

I love that you asked for a Halloween ask in July! Halloween is the best✨

TW: rimming, swearing, ass play, nipple play, rutting, cum eating!

Pairing: SUB! kitten x soft Dom reader.

Kittens jaw was on the floor soon as she seen you come down the hall in your costume. The two of you were going as Wednesday and Enid. She was Enid and you were Wednesday.

“Baby, pick your jaw up silly goose.” You giggled placing your hands on her face before planting a kiss on her lips.

“You just… wow!” She complimented you taking your hand in yours. The way the braids framed your face, how the dress was a little snug on your chest but filled out every where else and the fact you used fishnets instead of black tights no wonder Kitten was excited. Kitten had her blonde wig on along with a pink blouse and dark skirt, you even let her borrow your rainbow sweater that looked like the pastel one from the show. The two of you really did fit those characters.

“My pretty girl!” You purred at her while running your hand over her chest. Kittens breath hitched in her throat as your hand ran from her chest down your stomach and stopped at the waist of her skirt.

“I’m yours baby, please touch me.” She begged, usually kitten was the more dominate one but that’s the bright side of both of you being switches. Your hand slid down under her skin and wrapped around her cock that was in her panties.

“Kitten! You’re already so hard baby.” You jerked her clock slowly as she stood there bitting her bottom lip. “And as much as I want to give you everything right now… we can’t . Our guests will be here soon and we still need to finish a few things.” You squeezed her cock making her moan. You pulled away slowly with a mischievous smirk on your lips.

“Baby! That’s not fair.” Kitten whimpered with a pout on her bottom lip. A sigh left your lips with a fake pout to follow when you watched her stomp her foot.

“If you can behave tonight… maybe I’ll touch you during the party .” You looked over your shoulder as you finished setting up the kitchen for the Halloween party. You grabbed the candy bowl and poured half the bag in it before taking it to set it out on the porch while kitten sat on the couch with her arms crossed. “Baby, I’m sorry, I know that your pretty cock is aching but there’s still more stuff to do.” You shut the door with your hip and made your way back into the kitchen to put out the random assortments of fall foods and Halloween shaped cookies that the two of you had made earlier that morning.

Kitten peeled herself from the couch with a groan before coming up behind you while you were bent over to set down a tray of cheese and crackers to put her hands on your hips. She whined in your ear making you push your ass back against her cock. Her hands reached up to grab your breasts and massaged them slowly while rutting against you.

“Kitten! Fuck!” Your hands rested over hers as you let her get lost in the moment until you felt the warm liquid dripping down the back of your thighs and her loud whine in her ear.

“I’m sorry baby! I couldn’t help it.” You patted her arm before turning around to see her look at you with guilty eyes.

“That’s okay Kitten, I know.” You patted your cheek before pulling her in for a kiss. “But now you have to keep those cum stained panties on all night.” You mumbled against her lips. Kitten lifted her head and whined again. “Such a whiney girl tonight.” You patted her cheek .

You took yourself to get cleaned up while Kitten had to stand there in your dirty panties. Before she could protest again the doorbell rang. Your friends had slowly trickled in. The house was filled with your friends drinking, eating, classic Halloween songs playing from the tv and a game of bobbing for apples in the corner by the back door.

“Happy Halloween!” One of your friends dressed as a mermaid yelled out making a few others cheer in agreement. Kitten was still in her subby state of mind as she mingled with the guests. She looked everywhere for you and finally spotted you talking to someone dressed as a baseball player, he had his arm pressed against the wall above your head and her blood boiled but as she walked towards you your hands met his chest in a shove making her stop in her tracks. Your eyes found hers as you stormed away from him. Kitten followed you to the bedroom and shut the door carefully.

“Are you okay baby?” She sat down on the bed next to you and grabbed your thigh.

“Kitten…” You brushed your nose against hers and she knew what that I meant. Her arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you close. The two of you sat for a minute while your friends enjoyed the party downstairs. She hummed quietly to sooth you and calm you down. Once you felt better, the two of you walked hand and hand back to the party. She stayed at your hip for the rest of the party.

Kitten watched you as you bent over the bucket to Bob for an apple along with a few of your drunken friends who were stumbling through the hallway. She licked her lips looking at your ass and could still the stain from her cum earlier. You came back up with some water dripping down your chin and onto your exposed breasts but Kitten didn’t focus on the apple , she just kept looking at your tits.

You pulled the apple from your mouth and looked at kitten with a smirk once you realized what she was staring at. You ran your finger through the droplets of water and wiped your finger on her lips before she wrapped her lips around your finger. “Good girl.” You smirked at her. The apple fell from your hand as you pinned her against the wall and kissed her hard while her hands squeezed her hips. The two of you weren’t the only ones making out at this point and no one would care anyway.

As you made out with her, she kept squeezing different parts of you desperately while whining into your mouth. At this point most of the party had left besides a few that were passed out in the living room which neither of you minded. You grabbed Kitten by the arm and took her back to the bedroom, stepping over your friends that were out cold on the floor.

“Will you fuck me now? Please!” Kitten pulled your dress over your head only to reveal that you had been naked under it the whole time. Her mouth hung open like it did the first time she seen you earlier that night.

“You’ve been a good girl.” You pushed her back onto the bed , lifted her hips up and pulled down her skirt. “Look at you listening to me.” You pulled on her dirty panties with a small snap making her jump a little. Kitten watched carefully as you pulled them off her sighing as you did. She watched as you stood in front of her with your hands on your hips. You undid your braids , kicked off your shoes and pulled her hand to help her sit up. You pushed the sweater off of her before undoing the blouse to reveal her soft pink bra. “Such a pretty girl kitten.” You nipped at her collar bone while climbing onto her lap to which she tilted her head back to expose more skin for you to bite.

“I need you baby, please please please please !” Kitten was a begging mess under you. You bit delicately on her soft skin along her neck, down her collar bones , across her chest making sure to suck on her nipples since she loved the feeling. Your lips moved down her tummy and attached to her hips to leave more love bites across them along with her thighs.

“You’ve been such a good girl kitten. All day! I know I teased you and you got needy but I’m so proud of you .” You kissed her inner thighs again before spreading open her legs and pushing them upwards. She shivered in anticipation when your finger ran over her hole.

“Oh FUCK!” She instantly gripped the silk sheets when she felt your tongue lap slowly over her hole. “Love when you eat my ass baby.” You kissed her inner thigh again before laying on your tummy and lapped your warm tongue over her hole. Kitten held her legs open wide so you could burry your face deep between her cheeks. She moaned your name over and over as you ate at her hole like a starved woman. Her moans filled the room , she was desperately begging for you to finger her.

You pulled back, spit on the hole and rubbed it in with your finger. While you rubbed her hole, you reached over to the bedside table and grabbed some lube to coat your fingers. You put some on her hole as well.

“Are you ready my sweet Kitten?” She nodded quickly. Your finger teased her hole before slipping one in which made her gasp. “It’s okay Kitten, I have you! It’s okay.” A small smile appeared on her face. Your second finger slid into her making her whine. Kitten relaxed and you twisted your fingers around in the way she liked. Your free hand snaked its way up to her cock and wrapped around it making Kitten cry from pleasure.

“Baby! My fucking goddess! Please put me in your mouth!” Kitten pulled on your hair making you look up at her with the those doe eyes that she adored so much. Your lips wrapped around the head of her hard cock while your fingers opened her open. She was in heaven at how wet and warm your pretty mouth was sucking eagerly on her cock, the way your fingers thrusted in and out of her and the way your other hand reached up to play with her nipples! She wasn’t going to last long. You sucked faster on her cock , taking it all the way down your throat, drool dripped from the sides of your mouth while you gagged a little. Kitten loved hearing you gag on her cock , you were her own personal pornstar.

“Baby baby … oh I’m cumming ! I’m cumming oooh!” She held onto the back of your head as her warm cum shot down your throat. She fucked her throat through her orgasm until she completely emptied every last drop. You pulled away carefully and opened your mouth to show her all the cum you were holding, you looked so fucking hot. She watched as you closed and swallowed only to open up again to show her that it was all gone. Your fingers slowly pulled out of her making you admire how fucked out she looked below you.

You got up off the bed, went into the bathroom and came back with a wet washcloth after you had washed your hands.

“You did such a good job Kitten, I’m proud of you.” You sat on the edge of the bed and carefully wiped her up. She laid there with a smile on her face before sitting up on her elbows to look at you.

“Now it’s your turn my sweet girl, after all you do deserve a little treat on Halloween .”

[streetwnoname]

K so like tyler from wensday where there cuddling in the early morning and tyler is nude and corved in blood and reader wakes up and panics and helps him clean off and get dressed and Tyler is panicking cause he doesn't want reader to find out he's a Hyde.

dangerous secrets

tyler galpin x gn!reader

i wrote this in like ten minutes, so it might not be that great lol

spoiler warning!!!

tyler jolted awake, covered in a cold sweat as he recalled what he had done last night. screams echoed in his mind as he made his way into the bathroom to throw some clothes on. halfway through getting dressed, you walked into the bathroom. you gasped at the sight of blood smeared across tyler’s chest.

“babe! are you okay? what happened?” you panicked, quickly looking for things to clean him off with.

“y-yeah babe, i’m fine…” he trailed off, ashamed of what he’d done, ashamed of the secret he’d been hiding from you.

“are you sure?” you asked, gently taking a wet cloth to the blood on his chest. tyler nods in response, seeming distant.

it took you a while to clean him up, but you were now laying in bed with tyler, who was snuggled into your chest. “tyler…what happened?” he lifted his head slowly, tears brimming in his eyes.

“y/n…i’m so sorry…” he started to sob. you lifted a hand to wipe away his tears, cooing at him gently.

“shh, tyler, it’s okay baby…” you combed your fingers through his hair, doing everything in your power to help him calm down. he slowly started to calm down, relaxing in your arms as he slowly started to drift off again.

you loved and trusted tyler, but something in your mind was telling you that he isn’t who you thought he was.

[sinful-mind-joyful-thoughts]

WIP WENSDAY (ik I'm late @multiversed-daydreamer)

This is a very fun fic I have in the works pornstar!J.M x f!reader

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You stood in the kitchen, trying hard not to glance at the camera perched atop the microwave. Its red recording light blinked steadily, reminding you that every move, every breath, was being captured. The sound of popcorn popping on the stove filled the silence of the house, a comforting rhythm in the eerie stillness. The blue tint of the night, barely enough to see by, blended with the dim candlelight scattered around the room, creating a shadowy, unsettling atmosphere. It was the perfect setting for what was about to go down, and you had to keep your composure, fighting back the grin that threatened to spread across your lips.

This wasn’t just any night. This was the fall special for Sinning Sinners, the site that you and Joel had built from the ground up. It wasn’t your usual shoot where you’d just pull out a camera, fuck each other’s brains out, and call it a day. No, this was something more—something you both lived for, something that had become a tradition, an annual ritual that made your fans lose their fucking minds. Every fall, you and Joel took things up a notch, diving headfirst into the darker, kinkier side of your fantasies. It wasn’t just about sex; it was about pushing boundaries, about blending fear and desire until the line between them blurred into something that made your audience addicted.

Last year, you’d done a haunted corn maze, where Joel had fucked you right in the middle of it, surrounded by the rustling stalks and the cool night air. You could still feel the roughness of the corn beneath your hands, still hear the way you’d moaned like a slut as Joel took you in that eerie, isolated field. The memory alone made heat pool between your legs, a filthy reminder of how wild it had been, how much your fans had eaten it up. They’d gone crazy for it, the combination of fear and lust driving them to hit replay again and again. That’s what Sinning Sinners was all about—giving them something they couldn’t get anywhere else, something that made them come back for more, desperate for whatever twisted shit you and Joel would come up with next