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Loosing control

Wednesday Addams x vampire!reader

warnings: biting, blood drinking, reader being dangerous and slight fluff

Never had you ever thought you would be in love with THE Wednesday Addams. The hero of Nevermore, who brought down Laurel gates and the Hyde (with a little help from a certain werewolf and the Nightshades)

It had been a year. A year since it had all happened and six months since you joined Nevermore. You sat next to Wednesday in Anatomy and while she found your excessive need to talk to her frustrating, she soon found comfort in your voice. That developed into something more surprisingly quickly. You told her about you lack of control. Warned her of the high risks of dating such a dangerous vampire.

Her own twisted love of pain is what ended up with you drinking from her. Twice. The first time, you lost all control, draining her at an alarming rate, almost killing her. Thing had to literally tear you from throat, only to be told to do it again. Which you had to refuse. The second time, you had been attacked by a hunter (who Wednesday disposed of). The guy had left you to bleed out in the woods just outside of Nevermore. It was her blood that healed you, and in that moment. With her blood still fresh on your lips. You both kissed. It was beautiful, even in the freezing night air with the hunters dead body beside you.

A month later. You are sitting beside Enid on her bed. The bubbly werewolf asking you about homework while you waited for Wednesday to return from her outing into Jericho to buy more books. Enid was complaining about her teacher, going on and on about how rude she was when the werewolf suddenly turned to you and said:

“Wednesday really loves you, you know that right.”

Enid’s words are a sudden and you snap your head in her direction.

“What?”

you ask, both confused at her words and surprised she knew about the relationship between; you and her roommate, Considering you and Wednesday kept your relationship behind closed door.

“I saw the bite marks on her neck one night and figured, only one vampire could of made those.”

she beams at you, but her words had flicked something hidden deep inside of you. A sudden thirst hit you hard as you thought of biting someone. Biting Wednesday. Drinking someone’s blood. And there was someone right next to you, blood pumping warm and fresh inches away.

“Hey, y/n? You ok?”

Enid places a gentle hand on your shoulder, the warmth of the blood beneath her skin is enough to send you into a desperate bloodlust. You grab her by the throat, pinning her against the wall so suddenly that she has no time to fight back. With one arm, you hold down her shoulder and with the other, you roughly jerk her head to the side, exposing her throat. The sight of the girls jugular is enough to make your mouth water uncontrollably.

“Y/n!”

a voice yells followed by the sound of something heavy dropping onto the floor. You lunge at the werewolves’ throat, only for a pair of strong arms to pull you away from her, pinning you onto the floor. You can hear the werewolf gasping for air, and just make out the stone face of your girlfriend above you, her dark eyes flooded with the concern that her face refused to show.

“Y/n, snap out of it.”

she snarls, but you can’t. You fail to even try. You need the fresh blood so badly and God did You girlfriend look mouthwatering right now. One of Wednesdays cold hands grab the back of you throat, forcing you up to her face.

“Sinclair, you need to run. She has extremely poor control for a person of her age.”

You snarl at her words, snapping at her as Enid dashes out of the room, slamming the door behind her. A second passes before you hear the click of the door locking, Thing the only person here to have done so.

“listen to me y/n,”

your girlfriend lifts your head to her throat, inches away from her skin but still close enough that you can smell the sweet aroma that is her blood.

“You take as much as you need, but you must excessive restraint, otherwise you will eventually hurt someone you care about and I will have to be the one to bury their body. Do you understand?”

You purr in response, your thirst preventing you from forming words. Wednesday sighs, before letting go of you. You sink into the crook of her neck, fangs grazing her flesh. You are so desperate to tear her apart, drink every last drop, but you remember what you agreed to and attempt to push at least part of your urges away.

You bite her. Fangs pushing past her skin and into her vein. Her blood flowed quickly into your mouth and you gulped it down. Desperate to not let any escape. Wednesdays cold hand finds the back of you head, pushing you further into her throat, causing a sudden gush of blood to enter your waiting mouth. Your hands grasp at the floor, nails digging into the wood. A quiet sigh slips past Wednesdays lips as you drink deeper, her free hand slipping under your shirt, fingers tracing your spine with an strange gentleness no one else knew your girlfriend possessed. A few more minute pass, in which Wednesday is now sighing in content as you lay onto of her, holding her against the ground like the predator you are.

“y/n, you have to stop.”

she mutter’s,her hand gliding up your back to your throat, gently rubbing your skin with her thumb. Her other hand is placed on the side of your cheek, preparing to force you away. God, you did not want to let go.

“Y/n, please mi amore.”

With a growl, you tear yourself away from her throat. Looking into her dark eyes before leaning down to lick at the wound, lapping up the small drops of blood. Wednesdays hands grab your cheek and force you to look at her. “I am so proud of you, my darkness.”

She says, the ghost of a smile on her lips. You grin at her, blood dripping down you chin. She gently kisses you, licking away her own blood as you move with each other.

she flips you onto your back, kissing up your throat, getting a soft groan out of your mouth.

“my turn.”

you hear her mutter as you feel a sharp, pleasure filled pain from your throat.