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☁︎ Jenna likes looking at you but after your neon pink bunny ears make an appearance at a Halloween party she can't hold back anymore ... (smutish)

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This wasn't suppose to happen, well not this soon at least. Jenna was waiting for a candlelit dinner at a five star restaurant with a beautiful skyline as a backdrop. The type of restaurant that would have the most decked out bathrooms made for mirror selfies before anything else and elegantly dressed patreons sipping wine out of a fancy glass. A quiet but atmospheric place where it would only be you two. She had thought about it many times, so much in fact, she already had her outfit made the 2nd week of your "friendship"- The week Jenna knew she'd get you to fuck her brains out.

Something about your demeanor just clicked a switch in her. She wanted to ruin you. Like an imp circling a pastor, whispering naughty senseless filth until the devotion is passed to her. Until you were on your knees worshiping her, muttering prayers of gratefulness with every touch and kiss. Until all you think about was her.

But, well, stuff happens.

Sweet, a bit shy, but you made her laugh and take plenty of double takes. 'A farmer girl' she remembers her sister saying. She was right. You were strong from actual manual labor and your kindness showed through whenever animals were around. Kind and easy to get along with so sticky-sweet it spawned an urge to toy with you. But no matter how close she got with you, how touchy, or how saccharine her compliments were, the most she ever got was a bashful smile and a compliment.

It gave her whiplash the first time she saw you out of jeans and your usual button up vest. She knew you looked good in jeans, denim suited you, and the vest emphasized your curves so nicely but it was entirely different when she saw you in a skirt. If you could call that a skirt.

She tried not to ogle and keep her looks to a minimum but... It was a body-hugging costume! Your curves were no longer obscured as a black body suit covered your torso, a tiny mini skit allowed for an ample view combined with fishnet stockings sparked every chemical reaction she needed. Not to mention the exposed collar bones, the puffy tool sleeves and the neon bunny ears... Her fingers were twitching the entire time- no aching!

Sometimes she wished you weren't so sweet, that you'd pull her aside and scold her for shamelessly looking. Maybe even punish her with continuous orgasms and then lick-

"You alright? You look so focused."

Her lewd thoughts are sourly interrupted as her sister pokes her side. Ever an actor, Jenna laughs it off, letting the tension in her eyebrows dissipate, "I was thinking about some events I'm scheduled for and this new script I'm memor-"

"Yeah whatever, like you weren't staring at little miss bunny over there."

Jenna's mouth falls open, "That's not-"

"Or maybe a Jack-Rabbit?"

"Hey Jenna! Long time no see!"

Jenna internally sighs, if you couldn't have such thoughts at a Halloween party then when could you? People flocked to her, as usual, and it didn't leave much time to indulge in you. Especially, since you had yet to circle back to her after the initial greeting. She also had to deal with unwanted attention as her costume didn't leave much for the imagination either... perhaps she could use that to her advantage.

Even as nobody's and wannabe's talked her ear off, her eyes would routinely glance your way. It wasn't difficult, considering your neon ears made you a walking arrow. A bright "Hey! Look at me!" sign might as well have sat on your pretty head. Her eyes would dart to them every time she saw them move and flick away. Where were you going? Who are you talking to? Do you know them? Gosh you in that outfit was never leaving her mind. She's sure she'll think about it for at least the next ten years of her life.

Her body moves before she can comprehend her actions, leaving behind a group of confused groupies. The neon pink growing closer as she sees your scantily-clad form walking towards a different area of the house party. She can't help giving your body a once over, lingering in some places more than others, her fingers twitch.

"A bunny suit isn't original,"

You turn around, a bit startled out of whatever thought you were having. Your eye soften at the familiar face, you laugh, "And Ghostface is?"

She hopes her eyes don't betray her but now that you were in front of her again, she couldn't resist the desire to soak in your features. You sweet eyes, pink stained lips, and the cute blush over your nose that only added more fuel to Jenna's filthy yearn.

"It's a classic. A staple. Besides, aren't the ears cute?" You point at the neon pink headband, "And, the cute little tail!"

Jenna's breath catches in her throat as you give her a spin, jutting your bum at her. The fluffy white ball is placed on your tail bone and the pathetic excuse of a skirt lift's up, giving her a perfect front center view of your ass.

To make things worse, you bring emphasizes to it by lightly swaying your hips.. her hand grips her foam blood-stained knife tighter. She was practically teeming with lust and it was compelling her to throw caution at the wind. "Very... cute."

Blissfully unaware, you turn around breaking her trance. Her eyes hop back to your own with a tight smile. How was this night simultaneously too much and not enough?

Much to her displeasure, you were dragged away. She watches as her pink bunny leaves to illuminate some other corners of this dingy party but it isn't long before others surround her too.

It's like a teasing sneeze had began to form inside of Jenna. It warned every bit of her body of what's to come, except, it never did. It teased her as you shaked your hips to some blasting rap song, it came close every time she focused on your shiny lips and it almost came through when you bent down but that damn sneeze never came. To say it irked her would be an understatement, she had began to see red every time you danced with others or let them touch you-hold you! She stood too far from you envying they way your friends had the privilege of holding your waist and touching your hip.

Short, quick and simple answers were all those around her received as they tried to pull Jenna out of her far away mind but she was equally struggling to keep up appearances. She cracked. Sitting here staring at you with an unending desire to quell her ever growing desperation was no longer an option. Hastily she grabbed the nearest wrist in her circle and lead him to the dance floor. As he stumbled and latched onto her waist, she held back a frown. Her eyes were locked on your form, no, everything was running on you right now. Her thoughts, her actions, her expressions, her hands called your name and her lips left tiny gasps of excitement. Why couldn't you ask her to dance instead?

She turns the guy around, hands not-so-gently pushing his shoulder back, giving her space. She didn't bother looking him, so terribly obvious in his advances, everything might as well have been a blur except for those dastardly pink bunny ears. So bright and neon she could see the beads of sweat on your forehead and the baby hairs framing your lovely face. They illuminated you, highlighted you, how could she not want you?

Expertly she moves around, losing distance between you both until she's near enough to 'accidentally' bump into you.

"Sorry,"

It wasn't your fault but considering you were the only reason she had been disregarding everyone else, it might has well been. And a simple apology wouldn't be enough. Jenna doesn't say anything, only smiles as she had earlier. She gets closer, intentionally bumping her hip to you again and this time you don't step back. With a raised eyebrow you take her invitation, deciding not to step back. You both turn your bodies to the beat of the music, swaying, turning, bending and eventually your hands land on each other. Slowly and naturally her hands lightly rest on your hips, occasionally squeezing.

A pleasurable sensation runs through Jenna's body, feeling your warmth so close and your attention on her was so hot. Everything felt too hot,

"You okay?"

Jenna's beautiful brown eyes look up at you, you had been looking at everyone with a pink filter but with Jenna... it just amplified what was already there. Trying to forget about her while purposely wearing a body suit in in hopes of catching her attention was a plight. Jenna stumbles, her face colliding with your chest and her arms weekly grasping your sheer sleeves. Like a wave of pleasure crashing entirely on you, you feel an almost drowning sensation at her proximity.

"Let's get you some air." You cradle her arm, taking her through the crowd of swaying bodies until you find the back door. The fresh air instantly slapping the realization of how red your face had been. You weren't embarrassed though, just hot.

"I'll get you some water, stay ri-"

"No! Just, stay here..."

Jenna stops you from turning fully on your heels, keeping you in place. The air had brought back some sense into Jenna's head, cleared some thoughts and left others at the forefront. Like how alone and empty the backyard was and how close and caring you were being right now.

"Did you make it yourself?"

Jenna's hands squeeze your hips before you can answer. A small gasp leaves you and you pray she didn't hear. "Well, uh, some of it..."

Her hands mess with the details of your bodysuit, fingers tracing the hem until they land on your fishnets. Her fingers dancing around your semi exposed leg. You catch you're breath, she was giving you the most tingling of touches and it made everything so much hotter.

You gently push her from you, hands resting lightly on her shoulders.

"Hey," she gives a short laugh, "I'm still looking," She looks up, a teasing smile reaches her eyes. Without breaking eye contact, Jenna's hands wander behind you. Your eyes widen in realization. Her fingers clasp onto your cotton tail, the other hand falls lower. Your breath hitches. Her hand falls onto the tiny miniskirt you debated wearing, the one that doesn't cover anything, the one you hoped she'd look at. "This was hot by the way.."

Her voice is loud enough to carry solely to your ears, it's velvety soft.

Her hand palms your ass before gripping the fat lightly, your body lurches with a gasp, completely in her hold. You didn't need a mirror to know your eyes were half lidded with uncontained arousal. If you weren't wearing a bunny costume you might have found it in you to be self-conscious.

Jenna leaves you, stepping back slowly, eyes never leaving yours.

"You like mine?"

Oh, what a teasing nymph she was. She was begging you to explore her the way she did with you. The black, faux leather skirt and matching cropped top combined with red stockings and red Ghostface mask sitting on top of her head. Her eyes were lined with liner and eye-shadow that gave her a messy but sultry look. She was divine.

"Who doesn't?"

She dips her head to the side, exposing more to you. Her gaze was heavy, looking fucked out without having been touched once, she was perfect.

"Wanna touch?"

So much more than that.

You take her hand, leading her against the wall but before you can do anything else a rush of thoughts suddenly stomp you, hesitation enters your eyes and for a second you debate going further but Jenna doesn't. She pulls you in firmly, hands circling your neck in a hot thirst-quenching kiss. You moan, throwing your pause away, bringing her closer by the waist. Your hands roam, eager to explore and aid her in any way. She's just as eager, hands dipping to squeeze and feel every part of you. Her tongue slips inside your mouth, exploring everything she can reach in hopes of finally quelling her lust.

You moan as she harshly grips your ass, her roughness inciting a desire to go further. You push her leather skirt up, feeling the stockings all the way until you feel her skin, taking a moment to feel her flesh before traveling again. You reach her core, her dampness shocks you.

"Jenna, you're-"

"Keep going,"

Jenna brings you back to her mouth, months of yearning and gazing rushing out of her in kisses that came in a flurry of passion and heat. Like she had finally received the chance to indulge in the sweetest candy known to man. You do as she instructs, teasing her mound and gently pulling aside her panties. Her wetness eliciting a moan from you again, Jenna's lips travel down your exposed neck leaving kisses and bites in her wake. You slip one finger in, still holding her waist with one arm, hearing her gasp and break from your neck. Her pleasured chimes control your fingers, pushing in and out teasingly until a second one makes its way in.

You kiss down her neck, licking paintings as you bring her body up. Her legs wrap around you, with her body against the wall you prop her leg on top of your arm the other still busy inside her. She steadies herself on your shoulders, her excitement palpable as her whines keep you at a steady pace. The wetness drips down your fingers, your face directly at level with her chest, "Want another?"

"Aha," she response at you're growing pace, her eyes hazy above you, excitement overflowing out of her veins and into your hand, "Only if, you clean.. me.."

You hum, kissing any skin available while slipping in the third finger at a faster pace. You use your thumb to circle her clit, she gasps, her cries growing louder. Her short breathes fan your face, her wails keep soaking your own undergarments but you stay focused on her. The ache in her belly grows bigger with each rub, whisper, and thrust of your ministrations. Jenna can barely keep her body up, leaning her weight on her hands as she basks in the pleasure that keeps building and weakening simultaneously. "Don't, ah, tease!"

You chuckle, portraits should frame her expression. The warmth of her gaze builds your own high untouched. Her gasps keep breaking as you your pace intensifies, your eyes capture each twist of her face as her wave finally crashes down on her. Her head falls on yours as your pace works in reverse, slowly decreasing until her withering mess all but weakly mutters a 'stop'.

You cradle her, wrapping her legs around your waist securely as she nuzzles her face into your neck. You hear her soft babbles, gently removing hair from her face, "I still have to clean you sweetheart."

She whines.

Cute as ever, Jenna lifts her head up, dazed orbs peering into yours. Her breath fans your face, "I like your ears,"

Unable to resist, you kiss her plump lips. Soft and tender are words you'd use to describe this kiss. It spurs giggles and quiet murmurs from both of you. Wordlessly you carry her to your car, placing her in the back seat and joining her.

Her energy is back, still high in her pleasure as she teasingly places her heeled foot on your shoulder. "You're going knee deep in the backseat of your car?"

Fingers gently warp around her ankle, you don't back down, "You said I had to clean you, right? I can't go back on that now that we've seen how drenched you were."

She feigns a gasp as you take her skirt off and prop her leg on you shoulder while spreading the other. "You're so lewd bunny,"

Jenna settles in, watching as the bunny ears illuminate your face a thought springs to mind. If anyone were to pass by, they'd certainly recognize you by the neon pink ears alone. The idea of someone knowing you were going down on someone in the backseat of a car was-

"Oh!"

"Looks like you like this a lot more than what you let on,"

Jenna sighs, your fingers eliciting a lewd noise of squelches from her pussy. So caught up on her own fantasies she failed to zero in on the one coming to life before her. She moans as you nose her entrance, kissing her thighs and pushing her leg towards her. "Fuck, you're wet."

The coil is back, growing and raveling into a tight knot in the pits of her stomach. Your tongue makes a debut as she reaches for your head- or rather- your ears. Everything felt so intense, seeing you so willing to please her, kneeled in the backseat with a slutty costume on... She only wished she could see more of you.

"Wait," you stop, face still close to her core as you look up at her. Her voice thick with arousal, "Take you top off."

You raised your eyebrows, laughing off her request, "No way, it's the entirety of my costume! I'd be naked."

"I wanna see!"

You resume at a higher pace, burring you head between her thighs once more. Much to her simultaneous dis-and-pleasure. Her breath starts to pick up again, the pace you set steadily climbing up and tightening the coil in her. With haste, Jenna pulls the bunny headband off your head, pushing you head closer. Your own sounds fueling her ospacious anticipation.

"Faster, yes! Like that, keep-"

Her words diminish into sounds and mewls, thrills of joy ripple down her body as she tries to make distance. You don't let her, instead clutch her thigh tighter and use her your other hand to hold her hip in place. You sink further in, as she loses her mind in ecstasy before cumming again- this time- on your tongue.

You giggle at her blissed out and hunch over state. "How was that?"

She coons, her hands coming up to her face in a hurry as she covers a sneeze that had been building up all night.

"Bless you," you reach forward to kiss her cheek. Jenna laughs, nuzzling her face with yours, "Lets go home."

You hum, getting into the driver seat with you lover as the passenger princess she is. Jenna keeps your hand on her thigh, eyeing you down the entire ride. It doesn't go unnoticed by you.

"I just went down on you, you're telling me you still want more?"

A teasing laugh escapes her, gripping your hand tighter, "I haven't seen you without your top yet."

You shake your head, your tongue wrapping on your teeth doesn't prevent the smile her words bring.

"You're a pervert Jenna,"

She inches towards you, her body heat radiating closer. With her unoccupied hand she starts mindlessly touching your hair, your sleeves, your earrings, and finding placement on your thighs.

"Jenna,"

You warn, but it goes unheard as she practically sits on the console of the car. "Yeah?"

Tempted to look at her eyes, you know better than to listen to the siren breathing down your neck. The car ride would be a long treacherous journey, you could feel the waves tumbling down your barriers of reasoning. Her fingers prod the sweetheart neckline of your bodysuit, "C'mon, take it off, yeah?"

You were so fucked.

#jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega #jenna x reader #jenna marie ortega #wlw post #wlw smut #wlw writing #sapphic

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plaguespacebird · 2 months ago

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A Love to Die For - Valentine's Special

| -Wednesday Addams x Reader- |

Summary: A fierce fencing duel with Wednesday Addams turns rivalry into fascination. As blades clash, sharp wit and reckless defiance ignite curiosity and desire, blurring the line between enemies and something deeper. Victory is only the beginning, as an unconventional confession leads to an unexpected challenge of hearts.

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Somewhere along the way, this rivalry had become something else. It was supposed to be simple—an exchange of sharp words, a competition that never tipped past the edge of control. But the moment you challenged Wednesday Addams to a duel, that line blurred. Yoko had leaned against your desk, fangs glinting in the dim light of your dorm, entirely too smug for someone offering terrible advice. "If you want to impress Wednesday, do it in a way she'll actually respect." You had raised a brow. "By fighting her?" "By beating her," Yoko corrected. "Or at least making her work for it. She doesn't care about compliments—she cares about opposition. If you challenge her and hold your own, she'll be thinking about you for days." It made a disturbing amount of sense. But standing here now, on the polished fencing mat beneath the cold hum of the gymnasium lights, you were starting to think this was a terrible idea. Wednesday stood across from you, rapier poised, dark eyes calculating even through the mesh of her mask. There was no hesitation in her stance or doubt in how she held her blade. She had already measured you and begun dismantling your technique before the duel started. She wasn't wondering if she would win. She was determining how long it would take. Still, you lifted your blade. If she wanted to crush you, she'd have to earn it. The match began.

Blades clashed, the sharp ring of metal cutting through the still air. Wednesday fought like she knew the outcome before it arrived—every strike designed to lure you into a mistake, every shift of her weight a silent command you refused to follow. But you weren't a fool. You had studied her just as much as she had studied you. She favored control. Precision. Restraint. So you gave her chaos. A feint where there shouldn't be one. A reckless advance when caution would have been wiser. She adapted quickly—of course she did—but for a fleeting moment, you could see it. The way her fingers tightened around the hilt of her rapier. The sharp flicker of something electric in her expression. Amusement. Excitement. She was enjoying this. It nearly made you hesitate. And that, of course, was precisely when she struck. One misstep. One fraction of a second where she predicted your movement before you did. She turned the momentum against you in a single, fluid motion, her rapier slipping past your defenses like this had been inevitable all along. The strike's sting barely registered—what did was the sudden, breathless closeness. Her blade rested against your side, not pressing, just lingering, deliberate, and absolute. Victory. She had won. But the way she was looking at you? It felt like something else entirely. You yanked off your mask, exhaling hard. Your pulse was roaring in your ears, but Wednesday? She wasn't even out of breath. Her expression remained unreadable, but her gaze was too heavy and lingering like she was still assessing you. As if she were deciding something. And then—just as quickly as she had dismantled you on the mat—she turned and walked away. Leaving you standing there, gripping your rapier like you could still salvage something from the wreckage.

From the sidelines, Yoko let out a low whistle. "Well. That wasn't a total disaster." You shot her a glare, still trying to catch your breath. "I lost." "Yeah, but she looked at you like a person instead of an obstacle. That's progress." You opened your mouth—then closed it. Because she wasn't wrong. And that was exactly what scared you.

Wednesday sat at her desk, fingers resting idly against the worn spine of a book she hadn't turned a page of in twenty minutes. Thing tapped against the desk impatiently as if demanding an answer to a question neither of them had asked. Wednesday ignored him. Her mind was still elsewhere. Still turning over every second of the duel—how you fought without discipline but made up for it in instinct and unpredictability. The way you had dared to challenge her at all. You had been reckless. Unrefined. And absolutely fascinating.

Enid sprawled across her bed, finally noticed the silence. "Okay, you're thinking too hard. What's up?" Wednesday lifted a brow. "I think hard all the time." Enid rolled her eyes. "Yeah, but this is different. You're brooding." Thing tapped again. Wednesday exhaled, slow, and measured. "They fought well," she admitted. "Poorly executed but undeniably persistent." She tapped her fingers once against the desk, almost thoughtful. "They do not know when to surrender." Thing slammed a hand against the wood. Enid blinked. Then—her face split into a knowing grin. "Oh. Ohhh." Wednesday frowned. "What?" "You like them." The accusation was made Wednesday, but only for a fraction of a second. She closed her book with a soft snap. "That is a drastic oversimplification."

Enid cackled. "Oh my god, you totally do." Things dramatically flopped onto his back. Wednesday was inhaled, slow, and patient as if speaking to children. "I merely find them… intriguing." She considered it for a moment longer, tilting her head. "I suppose I'll ask them out." Enid choked. Thing threw himself off the desk. Wednesday lifted a brow, watching them flail in disbelief. "You're both being ridiculous." Enid pointed an accusatory finger at her. "You—Wednesday—you just said that like you were deciding to conduct a science experiment!" Wednesday simply folded her hands over her lap. "Perhaps I am." Thing slammed the floor in frustration in an attempt to face-palm. Enid groaned. "Oh my god. This is the worst enemies-to-lovers I've ever seen." But Wednesday ignored them both. Because for the first time in a long time—She was curious. And that? That was dangerous. You should have expected it. Really, you should have.

But when Addams appeared at your dorm door on Wednesday at exactly 9:06 PM, rapping her knuckles against the wood with the precision that suggested she had calculated the most effective knocking pattern for optimal response time—yeah, you hadn't expected that. You stared at her, still gripping the door handle, brain scrambling to catch up. "…Addams?"

Wednesday lifted her chin slightly, her expression unreadable except for the sharp flicker of something in her dark eyes—like she was studying you, assessing how best to deliver a blow. "I have decided something," she said, with no preamble. You blinked. "Um. Okay?" Thing appeared on your desk, signing to warn you of the incoming disaster. Wednesday barely acknowledged him. "I've given the matter appropriate consideration," she continued, voice flat, clinical-like she was delivering a scientific thesis instead of… whatever this was. "And I've come to a conclusion." A pause. A long pause. "…Are you gonna tell me, or are we standing here until the next century?" She didn't even blink. "We should go on a date." The words hit like a punch to the sternum. You blinked again. Once. Twice. Brain buffering. "… I'm sorry, what?" Wednesday tilted her head slightly as if contemplating the possibility that you had lost all cognitive function. "A date," she repeated, unaffected. "A courtship. An outing for mutual observation and analysis, culminating in the determination of compatibility." Your jaw dropped. "Did you just—did you just ask me out like it was a lab report?" "I fail to see how else one would ask someone out." You ran a hand down your face, your brain struggling to keep up with reality.

Wednesday Addams. Asking you on a date. You squinted at her, trying to read between the lines. "Wait. Is this another mind game? Are you trying to humiliate me in some slow-burn, Addams-style revenge plot?" Wednesday blinked, expression as unreadable as ever, but her voice dipped just slightly—lower, quieter. "I do not waste time on things that do not interest me." Your stomach did something that felt dangerously close to flipping. And then—just like that—you understood. The fencing match. The scrutiny. How she had studied you was like an enigma that required solving, a puzzle that was suddenly worth solving. Wednesday didn't just challenge people. She tested them. And somehow—you had passed. You exhaled, still struggling to process the reality of your life choices leading up to this moment. "Okay, um. First, that's the creepiest way anyone's ever asked me out." Wednesday hummed, pleased. "Good." "Second of all—are you seriously interested in me?" Her dark eyes didn't waver. "I would not waste my time otherwise." …Okay. That was probably the closest thing to a confession you would ever get. You crossed your arms, tilting your head. "Fine. Where exactly would we be going if we go on a date?" Wednesday clasped her hands behind her back, her posture almost too composed, as if she had already anticipated the question. "There is a cemetery just outside Jericho that dates back to the early 1800s," she said with zero hesitation. "They host midnight burials for reenactment purposes. I believe it would be both informative and engaging." You stared. Thing threw himself off your desk. "… You're taking me to a funeral?" "A simulated funeral," she corrected. "There will be organ music." You dragged a hand down your face, questioning every decision that led you here. "…You know what? Fine. Let's do it." Wednesday's eyes glinted, satisfied. "I knew you would say yes." Oh god, what had you just agreed to?

|Back in Wednesday's Dorm| "You're actually going on a date," Enid whispered, half in shock, half in delight, watching as Wednesday methodically polished the buttons of her usual black attire. Wednesday didn't look up. "I would not have asked otherwise." Thing tapped aggressively on the desk, asking what she planned to do next. Wednesday considered. "If the evening goes well, I may ask them to assist in an exhumation." Enid screamed into her pillow.

#wednesday addams #i love the Wednesday characterization here

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