#Part 2 on Wednesday!

[mokadevs]

day 15: haunting

[matchalovertrait]

After about 10 months of dating, Dulce decided it was time for her family to meet Caruso, and well... let's just say that things could've gone better.... Will this shake things up in the Alegría household?

Note: For those who don't know, the "discovery" of "spa water" was a very real thing 💀 That sounds so unappetizing. Insulting in many ways lol.

Transcript

Erick: Nice to meet you, Caruso!

Noemí: What a pleasure to finally meet you.

Caruso: Thank you. I see where your daughter got her good looks from.

Noemí: Oh my! How flattering.

Ángel: Um... is he really using his phone at the dinner table?

Noemí: It's so nice to have every seat filled up at the table! Now we wait for the grandchildren to come.

Erick: [Whispers] Are you seeing what I'm seeing...

Pavan is completely oblivious, too in love with Ángel to notice anything.

Ángel: [Whispers] Yeah...

Erick: I'll give him another chance... Nice shirt, what's your favorite album of theirs?

Caruso: Oh, I don't listen to this band. Their music is boring. I thought the design on the shirt looked rad as hell.

Erick: I see.... please excuse me.

Noemí: Your agua fresca is amazing! It's agua de pepino, right?

Caruso: ...Agua... fresca? No, no. This is my creation! I call it "spa water."

Noemí: Oh... clever.

Ángel: I'm not sure if my drawing is conveying the message y'know?

Pavan: Looks great to me. The colors play into the theme of not escaping one's past.

Ángel: Ah perfect. I was going to sign myself up for Color Theory 101 again.

Caruso: Color theory? What's there to theorize? Colors exist, obviously. Just look everywhere, haha. Am I right or am I right?

Ángel: Is this a joke?

Noemí: Ahem... Mija, can you come help sing a lullaby to the fish? They won't sleep.

Dulce: Oh we have pet fish now? Since when do fish need music to sleep anyway? [Says quietly] Also, I sing well?

Caruso: Yeah you sing beautifully.

Noemí: Um... It's a new kind of science. Let's go, just the two of us.

[mmoonpies]

hear me out: standing outside rowans dorm to surprise him but you hear him jerking off in his room 👀

a/n: okay i just wanna say, brilliant idea, and i had so many ideas for it but i couldn't put it into one. so, i want to make a part 2 to this fic where the actual smut occurs, but combine it with a different request. so there will be a part 2 to this fic!

warnings: slightly perverted behaviour, smut, male masturbation, gender-neutral reader, nsfw, 18+.

taglist: @oprvah @diamondgr1

part 2 here.

the quiet patter of your feet hitting the rickety floors beneath you bounced off of the surrounding walls while you rushed down the hallway, trying your best to be quiet. your hands were clutched around a small gift package, wrapped neatly with a small dainty bow threaded around the package.

you could feel nausea hitting the edges of your stomach as you approached rowan's door, holding your breath as you began to rehearse the scenario in your head once more. although his birthday was tomorrow, you wanted to get in early and surprise him.

you weren't sure if he would receive any other gifts from people - you didn't want to sound cruel, but he'd be lucky if he even got a happy birthday from anyone apart from you and xavier. you knew his reputation in nevermore - how could you not? - but that didn't stop you from trying your best to befriend him.

rowan seemed a little withdrawn at first, despite your best efforts. he would hardly acknowledge you as you chose to sit next to him, bluntly stating his name after you introduced yourself to him. he took it as a sick joke at first, another attempt to make fun of him. but, eventually, he began to warm up to you, exchanging small conversations with you during class and shyly accepting your invitation to sit at lunch together.

the more you got to know rowan, the more you realised how sweet but fragile he was - his smile - which was rare to see - was genuine and warm, and his eyes would water slightly water whenever someone would make a teasing jab at him but he made sure to not show it as he rolled his eyes and looked away, pretending to focus on the notes scribbled down in his book.

your friendship grew even more as you began to invite him to the weathervane, his invites to study with him in either his library or dorm and even his invites to sneak you into the nightshades library. his eyes became softer around you, a little colour dusting his cheeks as he couldn't bite back his soft smile whenever he made eye contact with you.

which is why you stood outside his dorm room, the gift in hand while your heart began to race. your fingers wrapped around the rustic metal doorknob, closing your eyes for a moment as you try to gather yourself.

just as your wrist begins to twist, a strange muffled noise comes from his room. your hand pulls back from the doorknob, head turning from side to side to see if anyone else is around, trying to find the source of the noise.

but you're alone.

you press your palm flat against the wooden door, leaning in with your head to the side, the shell of your ear grazing against the wood. you attempt to listen in, trying to hear the noise again to find the source of it.

it's silent for a while, and you are painfully aware of just how idiotic and perverted you look right now. you strain your ears, listening for the noise as your eyes squint at how focused you are. you're just about to give up as you hear another muffled noise.

"y/n..."

the rest was indistinguishable, but it was clear enough for you to hear your name. you quickly jump back from his door, panic seeping into your stomach. you frantically look around, looking for a place to hide but you're frozen with fear.

unknownst to you, rowan's hand is wrapped around his cock, his other slapped over his mouth as he desperately tries to keep quiet. his hips buck into his tightened fist, rocking into his hand with mindless movements.

his eyes are tightly shut as he thinks of you; your face, your voice, your body, picturing you in sinful positions. and he knows he shouldn't, but he does so anyway.

he can't help but think about pressing you against a wall, hands pinned above your head as your lips crash against his, desperation and lust fuelling the two of you. his knee sliding up between your legs to press against your crotch, a shy moan vibrating against his lips at the feeling of his knee catching the seam covering your crotch.

he can't help but think about watching your face as he forces his cock deeper into you, stretching you open, just for him. hearing you call out his name, your voice whiny and desperate as you grip at his skin, nails digging into his shoulder bones.

all for him.

rowan's hand drops from his mouth, and his hand tugs at his reddened and weeping cock, desperate for release. his strokes increase as he can feel his stomach tightens while his hips grow tight, the breath falling from his lips short and heavy.

"fuck me."

your face is flushed a deep red as you listen in, the small sense of shame thrown away as arousal flares through your stomach. your free hand is slapped against your mouth, and you're not even sure if it's from shock or trying to stay quiet so you can prey a little longer.

your body recoils at your own thought, shame flooding through your body once more as you realise how disgusting and perverted you were to listen to him masturbating. you quickly push away from the door, gripping your gift and turning to leave.

"fuck, y/n, oh my god, more please..."

the clear sound of your name makes your stomach fall to your feet, nerves tingling through your body as you shiver at the sound. your breath quickens as well as your heartbeat as cold realisation washes over you; he's masturbating to you.

you're frozen as a million thoughts run through your mind, faster than you can comprehend as you gulp. you're unsure of what to do - but are you really?

you know you should walk away right now and return tomorrow to give him his gift, and pretend everything was normal between you two; you know you should keep it a secret and confess to him any other time than right now. you know you should leave the situation behind you and pretend it never happened.

against your better judgement, you turn back around and knock on his door, mind blank even though your mind is screaming at you to turn back.

rowan's blood runs cold as he hears a hollow knock on his door, his heart momentarily stopping as panic settles in. he rushes to pull his boxers and pants back up his body, dazed and flustered as he stands up, shuffling his pants over his hips.

"just-just a second!" his voice cracks, making his cheeks grow darker as he hurriedly pulls a shirt over his body. his bulge still obvious and throbbing against the constricting material. he swallows harshly as he walks over to the door, running his hands through his hair and trying to hide the bulge in his pants as best as he can.

he takes a deep breath, trying to regain his neat, well-kept and normal composure before opening the door. his stomach twists before dropping to the bottom of his feet, feeling as if he was punched in the stomach.

your cheeks are slightly flushed as you stare up at rowan, taking in his dishevelled appearance. his white buttn-up shirt is twisted to the side slightly while his pants are wrapped lower down his hip-bones than usual and his tie is half-untied. his hair is messy, separated into strands and slightly sweaty. his face is the same; a small glisten of sweat visible on his cheeks as a light red blush covers his cheeks.

"hi rowan, happy birthday!" you squeak out, thrusting the gift outwards towards him without another word. you can't even look him in the eye, your gaze dropping to the floor as you gulp.

"oh, thank you," he timidly takes the gift off you, sheepishly smiling as he lowers the gift to hide the obvious bulge he's spotting you slightly retreat from him, still keeping your gaze averted.

a beat of silence.

you awkwardly shift in your position before you can rowan's adam's apple bob in his throat as he swallows harshly. you both look at each other at the same time before quickly looking elsewhere, gushing out small apologies.

"did i-"

"do you-"

your voices both overlap each other before cutting short at the realisation of the other speaking. you cringe at the awkward atmosphere between the two of you, silently wishing you had just turned back and waited until tomorrow.

"i'm sorry, i don't know why this is so awkward," rowan apologises, bowing his head despite knowing exactly why it's awkward - at least what he knows of the situation. "do you wanna come in?"

he steps back and opens the door wider, offering you a small curved smile. you nod and force a small smile in return, stepping into his room. he closes the door and follows after you, staring at the neatly wrapped gift in his hand.

"i'm sorry i didn't convey my appreciation as well as i should have," rowan's voice is sincere as he apologises, but you're hardly listening - your head becoming a blur as realisation settles deep within your chest. "I've just never gotten a gift before so..."

you turn around to finally make eye contact with him. his face is soft as he balances the gift in his hands, eyes glimmering with a shy happiness that only you get to see. you take a step towards him, nerves tingling all over your body as you stare at him, unable to think straight.

"forgive me for being ignorant, i didn't mean to upset you with my reaction, i was just uh," he stutters for a second. "not expecting you to show up."

you smile while he lets out a small laugh at his own behaviour, eyes glancing back up from the present to make eye contact with you. you can hardly hold it, knowing that merely moments ago, this man was jerking off at the thought of you.

"truly, it does mean a lot though," his voice is quiet and shy, cheeks tinted with a light shade of pink. he gently places the gift down onto his desk before turning his body towards you, hands sliding into his pockets. "especially from you."

you look over your shoulder, your eyes looking up at rowan through your lashes, which almost knocks the breath out of him. you turn your body towards him before walking towards him before you can stop yourself.

his eyes slightly widen at the feeling of your body warmth as you press against him, biting his lip as he tries his hardest to push down his arousal. you grip his tie, pulling his head down.

"i can't do this anymore," you sigh. "can i kiss you?'

his eyes widen even further, cheeks flushing a deep red as he opens his mouth to say something before he shuts it closed. he can't do anything but nod slightly.

you softly press your lips against his, leaning in further as he shyly kisses back. you drop your grip from his tie to cup his cheek, guiding him as he pulls back before leaning in for more. it's pure and full of vulnerability as you both fall into each other. it sends a wave of relief over the two of you as if a weight on your shoulders had fallen off.

you pull away first, smiling at him before standing back up properly. your fingers move to tuck a stray lock of hair behind his ear as you lean in towards his ear.

it's cruel and you know it.

your other hand slides down to cup the obvious bulge straining against his pants. he sucks in a sharp breath, shoulders rolling back as a shiver runs up his spine.

"need some help?"

[kiirotoao]

Will says “sorry” too much. He promised that he would stop, at least be conscious to say it less when it wasn’t really his fault, but he keeps doing it. Others assure him that he’s okay, that he doesn’t need to apologize, but it never stops Will from saying it reflexively. In comes his boyfriend, his best friend, really.

“Sorry.” It’s just a little scuffle about flowers. Should he be saying it?

“No, babe, it’s…” fine. Mike presses his lips together. It’s been days since they’ve moved in, and Will feels like he’s been saying that word over and over. He said it when bumping into Mike, calling him late at work, kicking him accidentally under the covers, now during a decoration disagreement.

Mike glances at his lips.

“I have an idea.”

Will closes his mouth, strangely self-conscious for a moment. “Yeah?”

Mike moves closer. “Not about the flowers.”

His heart leaps to his throat. “What? Not about the…”

“Because that doesn’t matter.” Mike slowly comes near enough to take his hand, interlocking their fingers on the tabletop. Smooth as ever, Mike leans in. “Promise me something?”

Will smiles softly. “Anything.”

“Next time you feel like saying, ‘sorry,’” Mike whispers, looking into his eyes, “I want you to kiss me.”

Will blushes pretty easily. So does Mike. It’s only a matter of time before they’re both feeling it.

“What?”

“I mean it. Don’t apologize. Just kiss me.”

Will can barely feel the words on his own tongue, his eyes meeting gentle and sincere brown, writing their hopes on his very soul. “Just for next time, then? Or do you want… to…”

Mike giggles softly. “You’re so cute,” he murmurs, looking his face up and down. Will knows that signal anywhere. “Every time, if you can remember. I want you to make it a habit. Just lean on me.”

Will presses a kiss to his lips. “I’ll try.”

“I know you will.”

Long story short, Will ends up kissing Mike everywhere around the house, and Mike kisses him back, every single time. Soon, the apologies fade, regulate, and Mike remains the victor over his heart, helping him know that he’s loved and that he doesn’t have to be so sorry for who he is.

[roamingtigress]

Hosea: "OK, Dutch. Look normal." Hosea: . . . . Hosea: "Well, it took three takes . . . "

[goosethepumpkin]

Enid: BABE! have you seen my cheetos? Wednesday: ...no Thing signing: i have! Wednesday whispering: Thing, SHUT UP! or i'll have your digits removed Thing signing: but you literally have cheetos dust on your fingers Wednesday: shit, how do i remove them? Thing: wash it Enid: wash what? Wednesday awkwardly: ...hmm? nothing just some blood Enid: ok

[captaindanvers89]

How I feel the Wednesday characters would survive the world of TLOU:

The Addams Family: holed themselves up in their mansion and occasionally hunt the infected for sport. They unknowingly get rid of most of the infected in the area and people who pass through their lands are confused as to why there are no infected around.

Wednesday: Decided to venture out on her own after she couldn’t handle seeing her parents being so lovesick. Ended up taking over an abandoned neighborhood aka like Bill. She enjoys being alone and testing her contraptions and traps on the infected. She didn’t think life could get any better until a bright werewolf showed up.

Enid: Ran away from the werewolf community that formed when the outbreak happened. I mean it sucked that she had to grow up with her family and she thought she was not being a burden if she left. Stumbled into Wednesday’s town and after convincing the small goth to not kill her, they struck up a friendship and eventually became lovers. Enid wolfed out during the blood moon and of course, while saving Wednesday from raiders.

Yoko: Has survived two world wars, an almost nuclear war but she’s barely surviving this. Why? Because of the lack of fresh human blood. She tried going to the blood banks but the blood became spoilt fast due to lack of proper air conditioning (I don’t really know how that all works). Anyways, Yoko starts to turn to animals for blood and she meets Enid after she drinks the blood from one of the animals Enid killed during the full moon. She ends up moving to the town and of course, Divinia’s with them.

Divinia: She’s already dating Yoko and when the outbreak happens; they decide to survive together. Her siren song is useful against raiders who tried to attack them, also why Wednesday considered letting her stay in the town. Kent wandered off and she doesn’t know if he’s alive.

Bianca: Used the outbreak to fake her death and escape from her mother. Used her siren song charm people into helping her fake her death etc. Became a raider for a short while but decided that being a smuggler was better. That’s how she ended up trading with Wednesday.

Eugene: Was already in the town when Wednesday took over. She let him stay because she didn’t know how to harvest honey and bees can be used as weapons too.

Xavier: Wednesday killed him when he tried to break into her town

Tyler: Killed by Enid

[mrtwizz]

Snow On The Beach W.A. [Part Two]

Alternative Title: Poe Cup and Pilgrims?

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Fem Reader slow burn series

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of death, teen angst

Word count: 3.9k

Summary: Wednesday seems to be filling up too much of Y/n's thoughts, and Wednesday does not enjoy the vampire infiltrating her thoughts.

Part One, Part Two, Part Three

Enid had suggested that Y/n come back to her dorm to hang out like they usually did. Claiming she feels abandoned because she hasn’t been getting the proper attention lately. 

Y/n scoffed at Enid’s dramatics and walked with her to dinner. 

The two gossiped and giggled as they ate, talking about who they thought was with who. Who was caught sneaking out of who’s dorm, the usual gossip. 

After dinner they went up to Enid’s room that she shared with a certain gothic girl. The two listened to music and talked, until Enid got a text that Yoko and Diviana were in the infirmary. Both of the girls having gotten separate illnesses. 

Enid started to hysterically sob, and dramatically threw herself on the edge of her bed. Y/n carefully placed herself on the ground next to Enid. 

“Hey, Enid it will be okay. I can help, and I bet with persuasion Wednesday will too.” Y/n tried to comfort her. 

“Where is Wednesday?” Enid cried. 

“I’m not sure…” Y/n trailed off, neither had seen the gothy teen since she left the beekeeping shed. Y/n hoped that Wednesday hadn’t run into the monster that had torn Rowan into shreds. 

After a few minutes of Enid’s uncontrollable sobs, Wednesday Addams climbs through their window. 

“Where the hell have you been?” Enid shrieks as she jumps up from her kneeling position next to her bed, “I’m literally having a heart attack right now! Yoko and Dividina are in the infirmary.” 

“What happened?” Wednesday asks, eyes glancing at the vampire on the ground. 

“Garlic bread incident at dinner.” Enid growled, “She had a major reaction, which means she’s out of the Poe Cup. And I don’t have enough members.” 

“It wasn’t an accident, Bianca is behind it.” Wednesday states.

“How do you know?” Y/n asks from the floor.

“Doesn’t matter.” Wednesday responds, “We are going to take her down tomorrow.”

“Wait, you’re joining the Black Cats?” Enid’s voice softens, and she steps closer to Wednesday  “You’re willing to do that?” 

The girl in all black steps back as soon as Enid steps forwards. 

“I want to humiliate Bianca so badly, that the bitter taste of defeat burns in her throat.” Wednesday says with a hint of malicious intent in her voice.

“Yeah, but you’re mostly doing it because we’re friends. Right?” Enid asks, causing Wednesday to quickly turn around and face the window. 

“Tell me how she keeps winning.” Wednesday demands. 

“It’s a real brain cramp.” Enid responds, “The past two years no other boat had made it across and back without sinking.” 

“Sounds like sabotage.” Wednesday comments. 

“Oh it is, there’s no rules to the Poe Cup. And it’s in water, that’s like Bianca’s domain.” Y/n says. 

Wednesday looks to where Y/n sits, “Then we just need to beat her at her own game.”

The next day the three of them start setting up how to beat Bianca, Wednesday and Y/n walk past the siren on their way to Enid. Y/n gave Bianca a smile with a little wave, while Wednesday glared. 

“We’re all set.” Enid tells the two. 

“Good, Things in position.” Wednesday says. 

“Wanna tell me what you three were up to all night?” Enid asks. 

“And spoil the surprise?” Wednesday responds, in what should be a teasing tone. 

“Speaking of surprises, your costume is in the tent!” Enid giggles. 

Wednesday looks at Enid, horrified, “Costume?” 

Y/n and Enid both laugh, knowing Wednesday would have immediately shut everything down before it started if she knew she had to wear the cat suit. 

Enid and Y/n get one after another and then do each other's cat makeup. 

Y/n can feel the felt tip of Enid’s eyeliner against her cheeks as she draws on the finishing touches. 

“All done!” Enid says, booping Y/n’s nose as she does so, causing the two of them to giggle. 

“OMG you look purr-fect!” Enid says when Wednesday leaves the tent, “Only thing, where are your whiskers?” 

“Ask again and you’ll be down to eight lives.” Wednesday threatens. 

Y/n grabs her phone from her bag to take a picture of the three of them. Enid’s bright and happy face, Y/n’s plastered with a smile, and Wednesday with her signature deadpan face. Only if Y/n looked hard enough she could see the faintest smile on the goth girl's face. 

The three of them make their way down to the lake where the rest of their team is, they all get into their canoe. Y/n can see Enid look and wave at Ajax. 

Apparently Wednesday sees it too, “Focus.” 

Y/n can’t help but let out a small laugh at Wednesday’s bossy behavior. 

“What do we have here?” Bianca said from her canoe, causing the three to look over, “The runt of the litter.” 

“For the record, I don’t believe I’m better than everyone else. Just that I’m better than you.” Wednesday states. 

Weems' voice comes over the speakers, “I would like to welcome you all to the Edgar Allen Poe Cup. This is one of Nevermore’s proudest annual traditions, dating back to a hundred twenty-five years. Each team must row across to Raven Island, pull a flag from Crackstones Crypt, and hustle back without sinking or being sunk.” 

“The first team to cross the finish line with their flag wins the cup and bragging rights for the year.” Weems explains, “As well as some special privileges. Let the Pope Cup Begin!” She shoots a gun into the air. 

They quickly made their way across the river to the island, and everyone got out of the canoe to tie it up. 

“Stay here and make sure Bianca can’t sabotage the boat.” Wednesday instructs before her and Y/n take off to find their flag. 

The pair quickly make their way to Crackstones Crypt, they run past Xavier and his teammate, both of whom were dressed as jokers. 

“Later Wednesday!” Xavier shouted. 

If the time had called for it Y/n would have rolled her eyes at Xaviers intense pining. 

Crackstones Crypt was a large stone tomb with two statues on either side of it and read “Joseph Crackstone” above the entrance. When Wednesday approached the tomb to grab the flag she braced her body against the wall of the crypt. Her head snapped back and her body fell. 

Y/n quickly caught her falling body before she could hit the hard ground under them. 

“Wednesday?” Y/n was panicked, she didn’t know what was happening. 

Her first assumption was a seizure, only Wednesday’s cold body didn’t shake. So she just sat there for a few moments, keeping two of her fingers on the base of Wednesday’s throat to make sure she was still alive. 

Bianca passed the pair, grabbing her team's flag as Wednesday came back to, “Taking a catnap?” 

“What the hell happened?” Y/n asked, the two of them jumping to their feet. 

“Nothing.” Wednesday replied, holding the flag as they ran. 

They quickly made it back to the boat and got in, and began rowing back. 

“See ya jokesters!” Enid laughs as they row past their sinking boat, “I just asked myself WWWD, What Would Wednesday Do?” 

As they neared Bianca’s canoe Wednesday pushed a lever that opened panels on the side to reveal spikes. Their canoes got closer together before a force under the water began pushing the Black Cat canoe away from the Gold Bugs and towards a red pillar. 

The team tried to row against the force pushing them, but it was little to no use. Until Thing dove into the water, Y/n wanted to question the legistics about it but decided that the explanation of “Addams family” was a just enough one. 

Their team began to catch back up with the other boat, finally slicing into the bottom of it as they passed by. 

“Gotcha.” Y/n said with a smirk, as they passed the final boat and made it to the dock, winning the Poe Cup. 

The crowd dressed in mostly black and purple pinstripe cheered as they did so. Enid, Y/n, and Wednesday got out of the boat first with the flag and ran to the finish line. Both Enid and Y/n with wide grins on their faces and Wednesday with a small one. 

Y/n and Enid put an arm around each of Wednesday’s shoulders and began jumping up and down with excitement. Y/n moved and hugged Eugene who was also jumping with excitement for his friends/fellow hummers. 

“OMG Wednesday we did it,” Enid said, moving to grab and shake Wednesday by the shoulders, “This is the greatest moment of my entire life.” 

“Admit it, you kind of got into the school spirit thing.” Y/n said, now jumping around in circles with Eugene. 

“You guys didn’t say it’s a dark, vengeful spirit.” Wednesday spoke in a lighter tone than usual, her own excitement evident. The look in her eyes and the smirk she wore turned Y/n’s bones to jelly. 

Y/n knew her crush on the Addams girl was a bit over the top and the way her stomach twisted and erupted with butterflies was enough to make her face burn in embarrassment. But the laughter and cheers hide the way her body was lit on fire. 

They got changed into their normal uniform, save for Y/n who always altered and hemmed hers to make it shorter and make her feel better about having to wear in her opinion the ‘ugliest uniform known to man’. 

They stood in front of the entirety of Nevermore’s student body and staff in the quad, “The Poe Cup first took place in 1897, as a way to not only honor Nevermore’s most famous alumni, but to celebrate those values that all outcasts share.” Weems announced. 

Enid and Y/n shared a smile as they stood next to each other, both still buzzing with excitement. 

“Community, perseverance, and determination. And we certainly saw those values on display today.” Weems continued as she handed the cup to Enid who squealed with delight. 

Enid held up the trophy and let out a triumphant, “Whoo!” as people cheered. 

“Congratulations Ophelia Hall!” Weems said. 

Y/n was cheering with the team when she caught a glimpse of Wednesday walking off. Y/n assumed that the attention was too much for her. Y/n paused for a minute before deciding to go after her. 

Wednesday sat on the ledge that held a statue of Edgar Allen, she was looking up when Y/n entered the secluded area. 

“What are you doing?” She asked. 

“Hiding.” Wednesday responded, getting to her feet, “People keep randomly smiling at me, it’s unsettling.” 

Y/n laughed, walking with Wednesday, “It’s called having your shining moment, you beat Bianca Barclay. Nobody’s ever done that, enjoy it.” Y/n pauses, looking at the table of giggling girls,“The other girls wanted to know if you wanted to hang out later?” 

Wednesday gave Y/n a look, “Oh come on, get out of your comfort zone. It won’t kill you.” 

“I’ll think about it.” The gothy teen replies, taking Y/n by surprise. 

Y/n smiled and made her way over to the table as she saw Weems approaching Wednesday. Enid gave the smiling girl a look. 

“Don’t even.” Y/n threatened the bubbly blonde, she sighed at her own emotions. 

Later that night Y/n lie awake in her dorm that she shared with a fuming Bianca, she must have assumed Y/n were asleep when she left with that purple robe. Y/n knew where she was going and didn’t care enough to join. She simply laid in her bed, facing the wall. Drowning in her own thoughts. 

Y/n realized at about 12:32 in the morning that when Wednesday had fallen at Crackstone’s Crypt, it was another vision. Y/n wasn’t sure what Wednesday had been seeing in her visions but she assumed that they weren’t good. Y/n laughed to herself, lately most of her thoughts were taken up by a certain girl who only sometimes wanted anything to do with her. 

She wondered when this crush phase would die down, or better yet be over? Deep in the back of her mind she knew it wasn’t a phase and that these feelings would consume her whole, but in the moment she wanted to pretend otherwise. Slowly Y/n drifted off to sleep. `

When Wednesday had entered the Nightshade’s secret library she looked at the pictures on the walls, scoffing at her mothers smirk. One peculiar painting stuck out to her, one of a girl who looked almost identical to Y/n. Wednesday made a mental note to ask Y/n about what she knew about the Nightshades at a later time. The gothy teen’s thoughts strayed to Y/n for a moment longer than she would have appreciated. 

Wednesday Addams did not understand the emotions and feelings that Y/n made her feel, and wanted to resent Y/n for it. Only something in her pulled Wednesday in closer and closer. As if threatening to strangle her. Wednesday lets her mind wander to Y/n for a moment too long when her world suddenly erupts into darkness, luckily she was not afraid of the dark. 

The next morning Y/n got dressed and left before Bianca had woken up, it was Outreach day meaning they had to do volunteer work. How can it be called volunteer work when it's required? It’s something Y/n had yet to understand, and probably never would. 

Y/n stood with Eugene as Weems explained what they would be doing that day, “As you know Outreach day culminates in a very special event, the dedication to a new memorial statue in the town square. Which will also include performances by Nevermore students. 

Eugene and others began buzzing with excitement, 

Ms Thornhill hands Eugene and Y/n their assignments. 

“Whatcha get?” Eugene asks. 

“Pilgrim World.” Y/n responds. 

“Me too!” The boy exclaimed excitedly. 

Eugene, Y/n, and Enid were making their way to Pilgrim World when Wednesday stopped Enid. Her and Y/n’s arms were linked, causing Y/n to stop as well. 

“Switch volunteer assignments with me.” Wednesday almost asked, but mostly demanded, sticking out the blue envelope to the blonde. 

“What? No.” Enid grimaced, “Uriah’s Heap is definitely not my bag.” 

“It’s an emergency, I need to check out Pilgrim World.” Wednesday said, looking past Enid and Y/n for a split second.  “But Wednesday, this is not a fair trade. Why would I agree to spend the entire day at some dumpy emporium of crapola?” Enid asks. 

Wednesday sticks out the colorful envelope once more as if this were strategically planned. Y/n wouldn't be surprised if Wednesday had formulated an entire plan to get Enid to switch assignments with her. 

“Because Ajax is going to be volunteering there.” Wednesday responds, and Enid’s body language changes, “Thing sneaked a peak at his assignment. But if you’re not interested-” Wednesday turns slightly from the two as she says it.

“No!” Enid grabs the slip from Wednesday’s hand, “Oh my God, thank you. You’re the best.” Enid gently shakes Wednesday's arms, before running off with a giggle. 

“What do you need from Pilgrim World?” Y/n inquires once it’s just the two of them. 

“According to Xavier,” Y/n rolls her eyes at the mention of the artistic boy, “Crackstone’s journal is in there.” 

The two walk in silence the rest of the way to the little ‘village’ that is Pilgrim World.

There was an old man, an actor, yelling to people, “Witch trials everyday!” 

“Damn wish someone would hang me.” Y/n murmured to herself, not intending on anyone else hearing, and even if anyone else (Wednesday) did they didn’t say anything. 

Y/n immediately spots Eugene as they walk in, “Y/n where did you go? Where’s Enid?”  “Enid and Wednesday switched assignments.” Y/n responded. 

“Oh, wanna take a Hummers group photo?” Eugene’s happy tone was impossible for anyone to say no to. 

Well almost anyone, only she didn’t have time to say anything before Y/n was agreeing. Eugene took a selfie of the three of them, him smiling happily, Y/n smiling for the picture, and Wednesday looking stoic as always. Y/n was suddenly happy for her choice of eyewear, the oversized sunglasses veiled the way her smile hadn’t truly reached her eyes. 

“Good morrow, my young Nevermore kin. I am Misteress Arlene. A real OC.” Another actor, presumably in charge of the Nevermore ‘volunteers’, introduced herself. 

Eugene smiled at the attempt at a joke Arlene made, and Y/n realized she would do just about anything for the kid standing next to her. She adored him as if he were her brother, something that she had lost long ago. Way back when she was still human, but there was no time to dwell on emotions from the past. She had required volunteer work to do. 

“Now privy, put your cell phones on vibrate and make haste. For you are about to travel back in time to the year of our lord 1625.” The pilgrim lady instructs as she begins her tale and turns around. 

“I was still alive back then.” Y/n whispers to Eugene, who looks at her bewildered. 

“Really?” Eugene asks, believing every word she says. 

“No.” Y/n responds with a smile, before walking with the group. 

Arlene the pilgrim lady shows off the ‘settlement’ and explains bits of it as she does so. Y/n checks out, not caring what she had to say, or anything around her. She hadn’t even noticed Wednesday move up to right behind her shoulder, something on a normal day she would have noticed without question. Maybe she could blame the gloomy weather for the way she had been feeling, or maybe it had been her own mind. Either way, she was feeling down and couldn't help but give into the feelings. 

Suddenly she checks back into reality when Wednesday moves from her shoulder to in front of her. 

“I haveth a query.” Wednesday spoke, going along with the 1600’s act the park had going for it. 

“Pray be quick child.” The ginger woman responded. 

In the meeting house, which of Joseph Crackstone’s artifacts are on display?” Wednesday asked, and Y/n wondered where her sudden curiosity of Crackstone had stemmed from. 

She assumed it had something to do with the vision she had at Crackstone’s Crypt, or maybe it had to do with Rowan’s death and sudden ‘revival'? 

“It truly is a treasure trove, including original farm tools, tableware, even the Crackstone chamber pot.” Arlene explained. 

“Sounds faciating, I volunteer to work in there.” Wednesday said. 

“Pray, no. That exhibit is being renovated.” The pilgrim lady took her role as a pilgrim a little too seriously, and Y/n wondered if she ever caught herself speaking like this in front of normal people. “Today thou will all be working at the beating heart of Pilgrim World.” 

“Ye olde fudgery?” Eugene sounded excited. 

Next to him Wednesday had a homicidal look on her face, “More like ye olde diabetes in a box.” 

“Volunteers, prick up thine ears.” The lady rhymed, “Fudge is the lifeblood of our humble community. And samples equal sales, so grab a uniform and a box and make our forefathers proud.” 

Wednesday picked up a part of the uniform, “Is this for muzzling tourists?” 

Y/n glanced over to where Eugene ate yet another piece of the fudge, cringing at the idea of consuming that much chocolate. Y/n turned for a moment before looking back to see a boy grab Eugene, but before she could do anything she watched as he threw up on the boys. She had to turn around at the sight of the vomit. Y/n however did make her way to the boys, in an inhumanly fast manner, once they tried to put Eugene in the stocks. 

Y/n put her hand on the top part of the stocks, to prevent it from closing on Eugene, “Let him go.” 

“You wanna end up in the stocks too?” One of the boys taunted. 

“Do you really want to get your ass handed to you,” Y/n feigned a sweet voice, “by a girl?” 

The boy grabbed Eugene and shoved him from the stocks and tried to grab Y/n, who was easily able to dodge his hand, instead moving to trip him. He growled as he got up and tried to hit her once more, but she grabbed his hand, twisting it to a painful angle and shoved him into the wooden frame. 

“What are you two standing here for?” Y/n asked, turning to the other boys. 

“I can’t get into more trouble with my dad.” The taller of the two spoke, before they both walked off. 

“Wait, Lucas!” The imprisoned boy called out. 

Y/n gave Eugene an almost pitiful look, only he couldn’t see it through her glasses, “Let's get you cleaned up.” 

Y/n was reminded of when she was alive and she took care of her younger brother. Back when both of them were alive, but now neither would know the way their skin would wrinkle. Neither knew the feeling of growing up and getting old, only Y/n got to continue her life in this realm while her brother did not. 

Eugene sat on a hay bail while Y/n kneeled in front of him to wipe his face, gently holding it as she did so. Letting her mind wander back all those years ago when she had done this to her dear younger brother William. The way he would squirm away from her grasp, and the two would laugh. 

“You okay there, Y/n?” Eugene asked, concern for the girl lacing his voice. 

“Yeah, uh my eyes just got really dry.” Y/n replied, using the back of her hand to wipe her face, consequently smearing the makeup she had put on earlier that morning. 

Wednesday appeared out of seemingly thin air behind Y/n, “What happened?” 

Y/n jumped and clutched at her chest, as if her heart could stop once more from the fright, “Jesus! How the hell do you manage to sneak up on me?” 

Eugene explained the way Y/n ‘saved his ass’, “I don’t really have anyone other than Y/n, if you can believe it.” 

“You said it yourself, Hummers stick together.” Wednesday says, a warm tone of what Y/n could only describe as fondness. 

“You're Like my brother Eugene.” Y/n never opened up about her time alive, so her saying this surprised both parties, “Back before…everything he was the kindest little boy. I think that if he would’ve made it into adolescence he would have been a lot like you Eugene, and I have a feeling I would have had to pick some fights for him.”

Wednesday didn’t know just how alike her and the girl were. 

[formosusiniquis]

🪱 Wiggle Wednesday🪱

Thank you @paperbackribs who tagged me last week, I saw it while I was in class and immediately forgot until I saw people posting their things today. But I'm always excited to share my current brainworms

This is a scene from a fic that I pick at every now and then, so it's basically always on the brain. It started as something about Lucas and Steve and trying to explain away the slight anachronism of Steve (popular and rich) being in Nikes before Jordan made them cool (thank you Air) and it has turned into something much more about Lucas and also his Mom relating through a shared love of basketball and Steve is also there.

It’s a Friday night after the end of the world, and strangely Lucas is at a basketball game.

Or maybe it’s only strange because it’s so normal.

A Friday night in a small town and there isn’t much to do except support the home team. Only Mom won’t watch football, she calls it barbaric, so she reserves all her team spirit for November when basketball season starts. Lucas’ skin itches a little under the Hawkins Tigers shirt he’s wearing, as he’s pretending to be normal when a couple weeks ago he learned monsters were real. What can he do though? Mrs. Byers has Will on house arrest, Mike is still mourning Eleven, and Dustin hasn’t been allowed out since Will’s Lazarus act.

Maybe he’s being too sensitive. Steve is here, who Lucas mostly knows from Mike complaining about being Nancy’s stupid boyfriend. Steve is playing like everything is fine, even though Lucas knows Steve knows. He heard whispering about it with Nancy when he went to the bathroom the last time he was at Mike’s. But Steve is smiling as he paces down the court. Miles better than the other players around him, when Steve has the ball Lucas feels like he does when he’s watching a real basketball game on the couch with his Mom.

If Steve can act like things are normal. If he can sink three pointer after rebound after assist, maybe it’s okay that Lucas is wearing his Tiger green. He floats down the court and everyone cheers. But no one cheers right. When #21 Hagan gets a rebound off of Seymour’s best player, a girl’s voice screams so loud it makes his throat hurt. No one cheers that way for Steve. It’s just excitement for the game, not for him and the way he is playing.

When the game ends, Hawkins 73: Seymour 42, and the crowd storms the court Lucas stands by his Mom in the bleachers. She hates feeling the push of the crowd against her and as he gets older, and people’s hands get rougher, he’s starting to understand. He’s too old to be caught standing by his Mom though. After everything, he knows better than to move too far away from her; going to the game with your Mom is one thing, being the kid getting called out over the intercom because she can’t find you would be life ruining.

Lucas watches the thinning crowd while he waits. Parents and girlfriends crowding their sweaty players. He doesn’t want to get caught looking at any of those boys for too long now that they aren’t playing. He isn’t sure why. So he keeps looking for something familiar.

Steve is standing beside a short, dark haired man who’s got what his father calls a beer gut. He doesn’t look anything like Steve, but he’s also the only adult anywhere near him. He’s the only person at all that’s really near Steve. They’re talking excitedly about something. He claps Steve on the back and whatever he says next has Steve looking down toward the floor.

“Is that Steve’s dad?” he asks his mom before thinking about why that might be a weird question to ask her.

“Who?” The way she says it makes him sure she hadn’t actually heard the question. She’d caught a name, when he interrupted her conversation with the lady next to them, but not enough to answer. It’s a free chance to drop the issue. To say sorry, never mind, and go back to watching people move on the floor below them.

“That guy,” she slaps his hand down as he goes to point. “The guy next to Steve, number 8, is that his dad?”

“How do you know him?” The question, instead of an answer, startles him enough that he looks at her instead of Steve. Stern, he knows he doesn’t want to lie to her, but he also isn’t sure how to say that this random high school boy saved two of his best friends’ older siblings' lives.

“He’s Nancy’s boyfriend. Mike talks about him.”

If he’d just waited. He would have gotten his question answered without asking Mom. They both watch as that man says one more thing to Steve, shakes his hand, and walks out of the gym. “I don’t see Nancy here.” Because they both know he doesn’t really need his other question answered anymore.

“I don’t think she really likes sports.”

Mom sucks her teeth, a judgmental tchk that has heat climbing the back of his neck when it's not even for him. "Well that's a shame, he's a good player." There's finally enough space on the floor that they could leave. He wants, desperately, for them to just go cause something about this conversation is making him feel guilty again. "Do you want to to say hi?"

There's nothing he wants less than that. Lucas thinks if he has to go up to this guy, who went toe to toe with a monster, while his mom trails behind he'll die. Lucas thinks if he says hi to a guy who has only seen him maybe twice in the context of Mike Wheeler's house, and has to sit there while Steve blankly accepts his congrats he'll melt into the floor.

"Can we just go home? I still have homework."

And some tags to @fuctacles, @cauldronoflove, @thefreakandthehair, @stevespookington, @stevieharringtonwifeguy

@eriquin, @grasslandgirl, @augustjustice, and anyone else who wants to play!

[sweet-potato-42]

i cant with this man

[georgeweasleyslostearhq]

RUNNING LATE part 2

Pairings: Xavier Thorpe x Fem!Reader Summary: Xavier tries to make it up to you for standing you up Warnings: swearing Notes: she's a little short but it's ok! I HOPE ALL OF YOU HAD A GOOD CHRISTMAS AND HAD A GREAT DAY! I LOVE YOU ALL

Part 1

Xavier thought of everything he could do for you to forgive him, he felt horrible for standing you up and just wanted you to know that he does, infact like you.

"you have to help me! you know how I feel about her!" Xavier whined to Ajax

"I also know how much it hurt her knowing you weren't going to show up" his friend sighed.

Xavier came to him when he ran out of shitty ideas he came up with to get you to forgive him, and Ajax was friends with Enid, so Xavier thought he'd have some sort of idea of what to do.

"please man, I'm desperate" the artist pleaded

"what do you want me to even do?" the Gorgon questioned

"I don't know" Xavier groaned

"well then I don't think I can help you, and besides, if Enid knew I was helping the guy who hurt her closest friend I think she might take her claws out of me" Ajax shrugged

"I don't know how to make it up to her, I just- I really want to show her that I care, That I want her. but I don't know how" he gripped his hair frustratedly.

"I think you have to figure it out yourself, girls like it when it comes from the heart, that shows you really care, if you do something that people always do it's just like what's the point? did you even try?" Ajax chuckled

Xavier looked at the snake boy confused, like he was crazy for knowing all this. he shook it off and decided not to question the boy.

"alright, ok" Xavier shook his head, scratching his scalp

"well, I'll leave you to it" Ajax patted his friends back, leaving him on his own

"for fucks sake" the Thorpe boy face planted on hi bed, groaning and yelling in his pillow

-

He had thought of every possible idea but nothing seemed to be good enough, he had searched the internet and still nothing sparked his interest, let alone yours, he knew that if he were to try any of these you would probably punch him in the face before he could.

his mind was all over the place and he was tired from loss of sleep from it.

throughout the last few days he's been asked why he stood you up and what he was doing instead of being there and it really didn't help him with the fact he's trying to fix what he did.

-

He paced in his room, saying it over and over again, and groaning when he got it wrong

"hey, so I know what I did was wrong but I know how to make it up to you" he said aloud

"and then she slams the door in my face" he sighed as he played the fake situation in his head

"just ask her out, it's not that hard, Xavier. it's so simple" he threw his hand around

but he stopped and suddenly ran out his room, sneaking to the girls dorms

he lightly knocked on your door and waited for you to open it

"what do you want?" you rolled your eyes at the boy

"to talk" he replied simply and putting his foot between the door and the frame, to stop you from shutting the door if you tried

"I don't want to" you crossed your arms

"I don't care, you're going to listen" he fought

"I don't think I will" you huffed before walking back, going to shut the door

"no, you are" he stopped the door with his hand and pushed it back, stepping in the room and closing the door behind him

"Xavier I don't want you here" you stated agressively

"again, don't care so sit down and please shut your pretty face up" he pointed to your bed

"no" you scoffed

"alright fine" he sighed before starting

"I have spent the last few days working my ass off trying to figure out how to make it up to you, spent hours on hours and lost sleep over it, I feel absolutely fucking horrible and I know- It's mine and only my fault for that but I'm telling you this because I didn't have to do any of that" he ranted.

you backed up into your bed and let yourself sit down

"but I did, because I care about you and want you to know it. I spent hours and days trying to figure out what to do but I could of walked over here and said it, because nothing would be good enough, anything I could of done wouldn't of been good enough for you or myself because you deserve so much better and I know that" he continued

you didn't know what you were hearing, but it was exactly what you wanted to hear and more.

"I don't know why I went off with her, I told myself it was to take at least a minute to clear my head from you because ever since I asked you to the dance, you were and are all I can think about, Ajax was getting annoyed at me for talking about you non stop so I told myself to give myself at most an hour to stop myself from over thinking it and getting nervous about thinking about you"

a small smile made its way on your face as he continued

"and I think my mind liked having a break and just let itself forget the dance and the time and I just lost it, I care about you and I really wanted to go with you, I really like you and I just got caught up trying to get you off my mind for at least a minute, You can still hate me if you want but I just thought fuck it and to tell you" he finished, taking a deep breath as he finished his little speech.

you were silent for a while, thinking of what to say

"you're an idiot" you laughed softly

"I know" he replied sheepishly

"but that would have to be one of the nicest things anyone has ever said to me" you admitted "and it was pretty shit" you joked

he looked down as he thought of something to say

"did you practice that?" you asked as you stood up from your bed

he shook his head as you walked closer to him

you took a deep breath "I forgive you Xavier" you whispered

"you do! I promise you I will never make you feel like that again, please give me another chance" he begged

"I'm not sure" you bit your lip nervously

"ok, that's fine, I'll um- I'll leave you be now" although he was sad you didn't give him another chance, he started walking away from a smile on his face

that was until he was stopped by weight on his back.

you had trailed after him and hugged him from behind, resting your head on his shoulder blade

"you alright there?" he laughed at you

you hummed and nodded you head against his back. he turned around in your embrace and looked at you now snuggled up into his chest

"what's this for?" he raised an eyebrow

"You only get one more chance" you mumbled

he smiled widely and hugged you by the waist, pulling you closer

"I promise I'll make it worth your while" he kissed your head

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@melsunshine @sophiaj650

and @sanjuanas the part two to your request!

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[sourcherryandsprinkles]

Sorry, wrong number | Xavier Thorpe x Reader x Ajax Petropolus

Summary: After sending a nude to the wrong contact (your mistake), you and Xavier invite Ajax for one night

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: **all characters are aged up to 18** smut, threesome, oral (f receiving), hair pulling, p+v, overstimulation

A/N: This is pure smut, you have been warned. I’ve gotten a lot of Xavier smut requests and decided to pack some into one post. I hope you enjoy!! 

p.s. let me know if you want a part 2 ;)

my taglists are here + you can requests here at any time

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It all started by sending a sexy pic to the wrong person.

In the haste of sending your newest nude to your boyfriend, you accidently sent it to his best friend. When you realized your mistake, it was too late to tell Ajax to not look at the photo. The message said read.

Ajax was confused by the message, but he didn’t hate it — the photo. A perfect shot of your full breasts and underwear with your hand reaching down. You had taken it whilst Yoko was still at Bianca and Divina’s dorm, taking advantage of the rare moment you had the dorm to yourself.

Mortified of the situation, you quickly typed a ‘sorry’ in caps, telling him the picture was not meant for him, but for Xavier — obviously. The reason for this mistake was because of Ms. Thornhill. Ajax had asked you a question about the homework she gave this afternoon and that’s how he ended at the top of your contact list on your phone.

A week later, mewls kept spilling from your lips as Xavier's lips were wrapped around your clit, sucking on it hard enough to have your legs shaking and your hand in his hair. You tightened your grip on his hair, pulling harder and making Xavier moan.

You closed your eyes, the pleasure doubling from Ajax latching his mouth on your tits and sucking on your taut nipples and playing with the other, finally seeing them in person after getting painfully hard all weekend because of your mistake. In his own words, they were glorious.

Neither of you had been in this situationship before — the three person type of sex. You never thought Xavier would be the one to bring it up, but after catching why Ajax was avoiding you with his eyes, he got the marvelous idea to invite his best friend to join in.

You had been surprised at first, but then it made sense. If Xavier were to share you with anyone, it would be Ajax. He trusted his best friend to not get confused or weird about the situationship — this was a one time thing — and to keep it on the down low. He didn’t want your sexual adventures to become a hallway gossip or worse, get on Enid’s gossip blog.

You were curious how the rest of the night would plan out.

‘’Yes, baby! Right there!’’ Your back arched from Ajax’s bed, the combined assaults on your clit and nipples triggering an intense wave of pleasure through your body. Your pussy was so wet your arousal was sticking and dripping down Xavier’s chin who showed no signs of stopping, loving to get pussy-drunk.

Beside you, Ajax’s neglected cock was getting painfully hard from feeling and hearing you. He reached to touch himself, but you pushed his hand away and palmed his impressive bulge through his grey sweatpants, making him moan and roll his eyes to the back of his head.

‘’Holy shit,’’ he grunted, his mouth no longer working on your tits.

By his reaction, Ajax wasn't getting much action these days. Dating must be difficult for gorgons. Many get scared of their snakes and fear getting stoned.

You then pulled him out of his sweatpants, causing Ajax to swear under his breath when your thumb brushed over his tip. He was so sensitive.

You weren't one to speak on sensitivity, your hips jolting as Xavier suckled on your clit. He chuckled amusedly, breaking contact and looking up, his hair an absolute wreck falling across his face.

A whine left your lips at the loss of contact. ‘’No. Please,’’ you begged needily, grinding toward his mouth to get him to put it on you again.

Instead, Xavier wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and glanced at Ajax. He didn't invite him just to be a spectator. ‘’Want a taste?’’

The gorgon was unsure at first. Was Xavier serious? 

With a short nod, Ajax put his cock back in his sweatpants and they switched places on the bed, the mattress squeaking from the movement. Ajax’s eyes raked up your body, all spread before him. His cock twitched at the sight.

Xavier stroked your cheek and you leaned into his touch. 

‘’Are you sure?’’ Ajax asked, his eyes shifting from you to Xavier and back to you, making sure everyone was consenting.

You clenched around nothing and whined, begging your friend to do something.

The first stripe of his tongue made you yelp and jump away. You never had someone else’s tongue on you. Although it was exciting, your body was a little nervous. ‘’Sorry. I…it just startled me,’’ you explained with flushed cheeks, but Ajax shook his head, not taking it personal. 

Letting him partaking in this alone was fucking surreal. He wasn’t going to make you feel bad for something so small and silly.

‘’It’s all good,’’ he assured.

Laying next to you, Xavier helped you relax, caressing your newly tense body and attaching his lips to yours, making you hum into the kiss. Once you were getting comfortable — and needy —, Ajax went again, this time sliding his tongue between your folds and taking a full slurp of your juices. You moaned in Xavier’s mouth, only to have it leave yours to kiss your jaw and neck. As fun as this was, you missed the intimacy and special connection between you and Xavier.

You tilted your head back, giving him more room to kiss and mark.

Between your legs, Ajax was in awe at how responsive you were. All the sounds coming from your mouth made him wish your hand was still wrapped around his cock. Or better, your mouth.

‘’Ahh, Ajax!’’ you cried, his nose bumping with your clit as he licked and sucked. Your legs clasped around his head, caging him there until the knot in your abdomen pulled even tighter — and snapped.

Your fingers curled and clutched at whatever was closest — the back of Xavier’s shirt and his arm, nails digging into his skin — as your orgasm coursed through your body, cumming on Ajax’s tongue — who gripped your thighs and slurped it all up.

‘’Holy shit,’’ Ajax groaned when he pulled back. ‘’That was— Fuck.’’ He stumbled over his words, running his hands over his face.

You laughed at how genuinely impressed he was, your stomach heaving as you tried to catch your breath. You grabbed Xavier’s arm and stroked it, anchoring yourself to him.

‘’This is nothing,’’ Xavier said with a cocky smile, knowing how hard you can cum. How hard he can make you cum. 

Memories of your and Xavier's wildest nights came to you in a blur. The mess you made on the sheets. The mess he made of you. 

You felt your core tighten. 

An idea coursed through your head. ‘’Let’s show him.’’

It was filthy — making a show for your friend to watch and jerk off to —, but you had reached a level of comfortableness in the past hour where not much was weird and uncomfortable anymore. Ajax had his mouth on your cunt less than three minutes ago. What would be weird would be kicking him out with blue balls so you and Xavier could finish alone.

Xavier rid himself of his clothes, his cock springing up. Your mouth watered at the sight and your pussy clenched, missing him. The last time you had sex that wasn’t something quick in the shed went back to two weeks ago. You both cursed Rowan for this, being a cock-block and refusing to go to the library for a few hours.

He pulled your legs apart wider and lined himself, teasing you by running his tip along your clit and down your folds, making you whimper, still sensitive from your prior orgasm. ‘’So eager for me, aren’t you?’’

Always, you thought.

Xavier pushed in until he bottomed out, his green eyes connected with yours as he did. You wanted to pull him down and wrap your whole body around him, having him kiss your face and tell you how much he loves you, but you let out a blissful moan instead.

Another curse left Ajax’s mouth, kicking his pants out of the way and grabbing his thick cock. It felt forbidden, like he shouldn't be jerking off to his friends, but he didn’t feel any guilt.

‘’Faster please,’’ you said, getting frustrated by Xavier’s slow and teasing pace. You wanted him to fuck you, not make love to you.

The next thrust was so hard and deep that air was knocked out of you. ‘’Ah, yes!’’ you cried, your voice bouncing on the walls.

Xavier did it again, grabbing your thighs as you arched your back and moaned his name, making Ajax pump faster. You grabbed your tits and clenched around Xavier, feeling waves of pleasure coursing through your bodies.

‘’You can rub her clit while I— ah, fuck. She’ll cum faster.’’

Ajax got the message and pressed on your clit, sending you into an overdose of pleasure.

‘’I'm gonna cum,’’ you warned them with a cry, overwhelmed with sensations. Your body convulsed and you came hard, causing your legs to shake as you clenched around Xavier’s cock, clinging on to the sheets as if it were the only thing anchoring you to the world.

Ajax followed almost immediately with a strained grunt, unable to hold it in anymore and spilling thick ropes of cum on your stomach and sheets.

Xavier sped up his thrusts, trying to hurry knowing how sensitive you must be, and came a few moments later, adding to the mess on your stomach and expanding on your tits.

The next minutes were spent in silence, heavy breaths filling the room.

‘’So…this happened,’’ Ajax said, finally sitting up.

You laid on the bed, sprawled like a starfish, exhausted in all the senses of the word, still reeling from your climax. Xavier’s hands were grabbing at you in any way he could and kissing your shoulder, always needy and soft after sex. You ran your fingers through his hair and he pushed into your touch.

‘’Next time, I want your cock in my mouth,’’ you told Ajax, who was stunned.

‘’N-next time?’’ both boys said at the same time.

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Wednesday taglist: @sofiaadler @partyfly @hoodforcalum @thelilacmourning @ellessecretobsession @su-alteza-emia @achoo---uu @not-leaprvt @xaviersgf @peterparkerdilf @roadworkaheadisurehopeitdoes @dragon-chica @coldtacozinepanda @wrldofsage @eddiemunsonsluvrrr @capriaura @officialsaturn @babyfiva @maevaomizzolo @kelloggs-world @whosljt @ajpanda181 @belovedrey @emerycrt @elizabitchsshit @heaven-hiding @lilithlikestoread @est-liber @moonisu @dessxoxsworld @parker-nite @bellblake121890 @vesperazhier @kaldurahms-lover @beeebo234 @nephilimsss @mayuphoenix @sweetheartlizzie07 @watermelon-18 @snixx2088 @555stargirl555 @robinscardigan @chumchum19 @lilttblog @aphex2winn @heizenka @mystargirl-interlude @hwrtsiren @babygirljay20 @wildflowerlyss @strangersomeone @openfandoms @charlottelaffin @iheartmaddyperez @starless-starkov @ali-r3n  @poppet05​ @ell0ra-br3kk3r  @rhaenyraswife  @teaganthemorningstar​ @aphex2winn​ @moompie   @ifevilwhyhot​    

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FANFIC REQUEST SCHEDULE ✏️ <3 (Based on this poll)

Monday 12/11 - Part 2 to "Philip... That's A Cute Name." (Requested by @fullnewperfection) Fic here.

Tuesday 12/12 - Chibi Belos meets Camila and she has cookies! 🍪 Yay! 🍪 🍪 🍪 (Requested by anon)

Wednesday 12/13 - A more angsty / serious revise of "The Birth-Day Of Unity" (Requested by anon) [fic here] and Headcanons for Teen Eda in the modern world feat. Raine and Lilith (Requested by @ps125) [headcanon here]

Thursday 12/14 - Part 2 to "The Satchel" (For user @p1llow-w1llow. They didn't request this, but they really wanted a part 2, so I had to write one for them lol.) [Fic here]

Friday 12/15 - KID PHILIP MEETS SANTA CLAUS... kinda lol. He catches the "jolly red witch" trying to take the cookies he set up for him. (Requested by @queenspinoodle. It will def have crack in it lol.)

Saturday 12/16 - BONUS FIC! Alma (Camila and Beardo Philip's daughter) meets "Santa Claus" and after he sends her off to bed, she catches him kissing her mother.

(Requested by @nightsoulvixen. If you've been following this au you can probably guess who "Santa Claus" is lol.)

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Wenclair- "I get paid in favours" -Part 2?

As requested a part 2 to the one-shot. I can't believe how many people enjoyed this lil fic and as a little thank you I thought a part 2 was definitely necessary, might continue on with a few more scenarios they find themselves in but I don't know yet

@paroovian @thatonefurry @paintato @allow-me-to-ruin-that-for-you thought I should tag y'all so you don't miss it... Thanks for your interest

P.S keep in mind the general consensus is that the sequel is never as good as the original

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Enid paced back and forth in her dorm room at a rapid speed, fiddling with her hands and occasionally biting at her nails nervously. It was 6:45pm and she had spent the entire day anxiously awaiting 8'O'clock. After agreeing to see Wednesday for her needs, she had used the rest of her time to carelessly consider other options, some of which included running off into the abyss that is Nevermore woods never to return. Others that allowed her to see Wednesday without forcing herself to surpress her urges.

As the full moon approached Enid could feel the wolf inside her, screaming and clawing its way to the surface. And with less than 24 hours to go she grew more impatient and frustrated by the second.

She had been told about a werewolf's uncontrollable nature when going into heat and considering Enid had never had a sexual experience before she knew the feeling would not go away unless she had help. "Medical help" She mumbled to herself over and over and over again. All she needed was suppressants to get her through the full moon so she could continue on in her daily life.

But as the light tick... tick... tick of her wall clock invading her ears, it only seemed to grow louder and louder with each shudder of the hands.

Tick... Tick!... TICK. The noise was incredibly irritating and with Enid's emotions all over the place she couldn't seem to tune anything out.

Complete sensory overload.

She unwillingly found herself bounding towards the noisy device,claws where her hands used to be, and slashing at it aggressively. As she watched the clock fall and break into pieces she growled loudly and began to breath heavy.

This feeling was too intense. Everything in her body began to burn. Images of Wednesday flooding her vision, while she panted in and out, clenching and unclenching her fists restlessly.

The whisper of Wednesday's words ...."Let's see if your bark is worse than your bite" tempted the Werewolf like the last pull of a smokers cigarette before they decided to quit. "Urghhhhh" she groaned to herself and as she closed her eyes slowly a picture of Wednesday lay where darkness should have been. When she opened her eyes her vision was glazed, her panic had not subsided and eventually she completely blacked out...

...

Enids vision was unfocused and blurry but she noticed she was no longer in her dorm. In fact she was stood outside a different door, arm raised and poised, ready to knock. When she blinked hard to remove the inhibiting fog she finally became aware of her surroundings.

Here she was, standing right outside Wednesday's door, unable to recall how she had got there. She tracked her eyes towards her hand which was in the middle of de-tranforming.

"Oh God" she whispered to herself. Had she really let her wolf control her like that? Enid hadn't even remembered how she made it to this door, but evidently her impulses were in full control at the time.

Clearly, she wanted to be here but this was absolutely terrifying for Enid. Even now she still felt a deep desire to do some incredibly explicit things to the next person she saw, which was a new and undisciplined feeling to her.

But before the wolf could scold herself for being so crass the door flew open, startling Enid out of her dazed state.

And there she stood, Wednesday Addams in all her glory, standing stoic and proper at the door looking at the blonde with a twinge of confusion in her eyes.

Enid noticed immediately the small surgical knife, dripping with goo, in Wednesday's gloved hand and she couldn't help but imagine all the morbid things she had been doing before Enid had arrived.

"I'm-" she started to explain

"Early." Wednesday finished for her. "You're early" she quirked an eyebrow up.

"No I don't even know how I -" she attempted to explain it all away but her curiosity got the better of her and she cut herself off to ask "is that a knife in your hand, what were you doing?" She furrowed her brow in confusion unable to tear her eyes away from the blade in Wednesday's hand. She knew it wasn't for her but it still seemed oddly threatening in her possession.

"It is acceptable. Early means eager and I tend to spar well with an unpredictable opponent" she commended Enid, lightly excited for what was to come, however you wouldn't be able to tell by the look on her face.

"Opponent?" Enid zoned in on that word, imagining herself in a duel with Wednesday to the death.

"My apologies." Wednesday spoke "I meant customers" she stepped back opening the door wider and gesturing for Enid to enter.

"Thanks" Enid mumbled growing more anxious by the second. She walked in stroking at her upper arm as if to hug herself for protection. The feeling settled when she heard Wednesday's voice and immediately turned to embarrassment.

"An hour is a little too eager maybe?" Wednesday's eyes followed Enid's as she walked past her, as if drilling into her head to excavate all her deepest darkest thoughts.

"No no I didn't- I don't even know how I ended up here!" The werewolf stammered out flustered by how desperate she may have looked. She turned to the darker haired girl and held her hands up in defense.

"Fascinating." Wednesday admired the blonde before removing her latex gloves and placing them in her trash can. Enid just scanned the room with curious eyes, clasping her hands together for comfort.

"What were you doing?" Enid continued to search the room and was mortified to see what she could only describe as the graphic murder of a frog, as her eyes landed on Wednesday's desk... Or more accurately her Autopsy Table.

"It's for science" she explained "Also I do so enjoy a fresh corpse for an all revealing autopsy" Wednesday spoke plainly with a twinge of sinister pleasure escaping her tone.

"You're like totally sadistic Wednesday" the blonde squeezed her eyes shut in an attempt to erase the image from her mind before turning away from the crime scene and back to Wednesday's ever-staring eyes.

"Can't argue with that" Wednesday shrugged, not at all fazed by her reaction.

"Umm so ..." Enid rocked back and forth on her heels nervously, waiting for Wednesday to take charge of the exchange.

"Give me a moment to cleanse myself" she said and of course Enid didn't argue. She moved across to the table and removed the items from out in the open, without waiting for an answer.

"Okay" was all Enid said as Wednesday then removed herself from the room, heading for the bathroom. She just breathed deeply to calm the inferno that was currently coursing through her body.

After calming herself, Enid took the opportunity to walk quietly around Wednesdays room, picking up trinkets to examine them and running her hands along the walls that were covered in a collage of strange images. Her body still felt unsettled as she forced her impulses down into a deep dark hole somewhere in her mind but the exploration on Wednesday's room was a nice little distraction for her.

She was startled by a voice very VERY close behind her say "You are a rather invasive Little wolf aren't you?" Enid jumped and let out a small squeak. Wednesdays chin was practically perched on her shoulder with how close she had gotten without Enid being able to realise. 'So much for super human wolf senses' she thought to herself before turning around to meet Wednesday's accusing gaze.

"Sorry I was just ..." Enid smiled innocently moving backwards inadvertently hitting a wall "Curious" she spoke after a thud could be heard from her heels hitting the wood.

"So was I at one point in my life" Wednesday smirked "But then I reached the conclusion that I know exactly what and who I desired" Enid was a bit frazzled by this point. Was that.... Did she just? ... Wednesday Addams seemed to enjoy speaking in riddles or at least sentences that could be left up to different interpretations and honestly Enid wasn't sure she could decipher these with how clouded her state of mind currently was.

"A-and what's that?" Enid asked feeling a little bit like a cornered Animal, with a hunters gun pointed directly at her.

"See" Wednesday observed "So curious' she scanned Enid's face, ignoring the question. Wednesday noticed the wolf's nervousness and as she was not able to determine whether it was uncomfortable for her or not she stepped back to give her some space to breathe. She was of course hoping to tease Enid but that did not mean she had to be so predatory about it.

Enid sighed. Even she couldn't tell if she feared Wednesday or was attracted to her but after that interaction she just cleared her throat and spoke trying to avoid looking too interested. But Enid could not deny the warmth she felt at the closeness and the twinge of annoyance she felt after it had left.

"Do you have what I need?" She asked timidly. She scaled her eyes across Wednesday's body, her mind betraying her with thoughts of what she would look like writhing underneath her.

"Depends on what you came for?" Wednesday smirked again, as if reading her mind and rather proud of the reaction she had received from Enid. The blonde bit her lip to stop herself from giving in and continued to fight the urge to play into Wednesday's little game.

"The suppressants" she nodded, mostly trying to convince herself to agree that that is what she needed. They stared at each other for a moment, Wednesday giving Enid the chance to re-evaluate all of her options before she finally broke eye contact turning away from her.

"So incredibly dull" Wednesday sighed, shaking her head in disappointment. She had been rather charmed by Enid and was fascinated with werewolves in general so for this opportunity to pass by was a troubling concept for her.

"Hey I told you not to say that" Enid spat out still offended at Wednesday's obvious insult.

"I can say whatever I want" Wednesday folded her arms in protest. She wasn't one to keep her opinions to herself and she sure as hell would not let anyone dictate her free speech... No matter how cute they were.

"No you can't" Enid corrected her, somewhat delighted that the conversation had turned sour. Atleast this way the attraction may subside and she could actually focus on not getting to close and personal to the infamous Wednesday Addams. A journey like that is known to be insanely dangerous and Enid was 100% certain she would not survive.

"Care to waver?" Wednesday challenged. Enid took a moment to process what Wednesday had said. The vocabulary she used was so proper and every word had a somewhat disarming aroma around it. It intrigued Enid.

"Could've just said Bet but I'll bite" Enid rolled her eyes and smiled, feeling unnaturally comfortable in a conversation with Wednesday Addams all of a sudden.

"You promise?" Wednesday spoke quietly but the smug look on her face revealed to Enid that she had heard correctly and she let out a breathy chuckle in response.

"what?" She asked anyway anticipating that Wednesday would repeat herself. Did she realise the effect she was having on Enid or was this all just a game for her amusement. Was this even real? Was Enid actually still dreaming right now? What was happening?

"Nothing" she hummed, momentarily allowing herself to be comfortable.

"Bet!" Enid panicked and slashed her hand imitating one of her favourite memes joyfully, attempting to make light of the suggestive conversation. It was extraordinary what her brain told her to do in these kinds of situations, never fails to surprise even Enid herself.

"Why on earth would you do that?" Wednesday asked, leaning back lightly to avoid being karate chopped by the curious girl.

Enid was on the verge of becoming feral and lecturing the other girl on all things social media.. She debated with herself... It could either be a brilliant distraction or a mind numbing task that would surely push her over the edge so she stayed put for now settling on...

"Its a meme like wanna bet but just bet with like the button and- it's funny Wednesday" Enid raised her voice a bit at the blatant disdain the Addams girl had for anything remotely interesting to a normal teenager.

"Debatable" she said "Frivolous nonsense really" she criticized naturally.

"To you maybe" Enid blurted out defensively.

"It should be to most but we spend an alarming amount of time as a society attached to our phone screens like zombies, scrolling through brainless posts and memes as you say" Wednesday spat mocking the word.

Enid just sighed again. There she was. The cold and distant Wednesday she knew and ... Well she knew... Well kind of knew ... Whatever you get the point. But atleast this would deter Enid from jumping her bones.

"Whatever Wednesday. Can I have the pills or not?" Enid decided to just get on with the transaction. No games. No suggestive undertones. No problems.

"You said 8 O'clock" Wednesday raised her eyebrows.

"I know but surely you have-" Enid suddenly panicked and distressed at the idea of having to wait an entire hour before this feeling went away.

"No I do recall the time being 8 O'Clock" Wednesday rubbed her chin and pursed her lips as if to mimick a philosophers thinking face.

The shameless teasing was starting to get Enid worked up and her eyes glowed as she huffed.

"I need them now!" she growled out her fangs appearing effortlessly as she became unable to control the wolf inside her.

"It is not my fault that you're too punctual" Wednesday remarked, barely flinching at the outburst.

"I'm cutting it a bit close as it is Wednesday!" She began pacing back and forth in a worrisome way. "My whole body feels like it's on fire" Enid admitted, gritting her fangs, while clenching and unclenching her fists in an attempt to settle her wolf.

"Well then some even more unfortunate news for you then" Wednesday started and Enid's face weakened at her dull demeanor "My guy is running late so it's more like a 2 hour wait" she clasped her hands together professionally.

"Typical" the blonde grumbled out, her skin becoming itchy and her face faltering with every breath she took.

"Or opportunistic" Wednesday thought aloud, unclear whether this was deliberate or not Enid looked at her with doubt.

"Do I even wanna know?" She asked but before the Seer could answer Enid had doubled over in pain only looking up to bare her fangs towards Wednesday.

"Enid your fangs are captivating" Wednesday stepped forward daringly raising her hand up to Enid's face. She seemed captivated, smitten absolutely entranced by the sight in front of her.

"Again thanks but umm Wednesday I feel all jittery and nervous and helple-" her words wavered as Wednesday ignored her and grasped Enid's chin with her hand, lifting her chin ever so slightly to examine her features.

"I have that effect on people" she stated, while Enid groaned. Wednesday was well aware that her so-called off putting presence was actually rather appealing to plenty of students at Nevermore. She blamed goth culture for this and put it down to mindless mass adoration.

"It's not you it's the full moon" she let out a breathy laugh, watching Wednesday's eyes scan across her face before meeting her own. Although she had acknowledged that realistically she could be having these thoughts about anyone and the fact that it was Wednesday Addams meant this wasn't exactly true.

"Listen if you would prefer to lie to yourself to make you feel better then that's absolutely fine... But I'm almost 100% certain you're also nervous because of me" Wednesday's lips twitched with the threat of a smile as she looked down at Enid.

"Bit full of yourself aren't you" she attempted to snark at her but her words became drowned in a low growl when she felt another sharp pain in her side.

"Not entirely" Wednesday told her honestly "But..." She moved her hand to stroke up the werewolf's cheek and held it in place. Enid's sharp breath slowed as she steadied her breathing and raised her head to look at the pale girl in front of her.

Wednesday guided Enid upwards and she straightened her body, following Wednesday's eyes and letting the girl guide her into a now standing position. Enid's mouth opened as if she was going to speak yet no words came out. She remained speechless at how rapidly the pain had subsided with nothing but a light touch to her cheek from the captivating woman in front of her.

"Feeling better?" Wednesday asked, although it was obvious she knew the answer.

"What was that? What did you do?" Enid asked, taking into consideration that Wednesday was basically a Witch so who's to say that wasn't just something of a spell.

"Nothing" she spoke, uninterested, removing her pale hand from her warm cheek. It was clear to Wednesday that Enid was in denial so she would be patient and let the blonde come to her own conclusions.

"That wasn't nothing Wednesday the pain just completely disappeared!" Enid was shocked at the own volume of her voice but she couldn't help it, she was absolutely baffled.

"Again I did nothing, no spells, no remedies just good old fashioned healing properties of contact to an animal experiencing touch withdrawal" she explained but Enid still stared at her accusingly "In fact it won't last long you should be experiencing the same discomfort in about 3-2-1 ..."

And of course on cue she kneeled over in agony "Ahhhh" she screamed, followed by a harsh and loud growl as her claws shot out aggressively. "Wednesday what are you doing to me?!" She strained out, pleading up at the Addams Girl.

"Enid... It perplexes me how little you know of your own species" Wednesday scolded her instinctively.

"No I know werewolves have a chance of going into heat before a full moon but Its not suppose to hurt-urhhh- this much is it?" Enid questioned her, while still clutching at her sides.

"Only when denying yourself the touch of someone who is as alluring as I am I'm sure" Wednesday smirked again and Enid bit her tongue to avoid outing herself further.

"You didn't get told about this and you didn't have any surpressants? Do you even have anyone who teaches you these things honestly it's-" Wednesday was about to lecture Enid on her own species, she had had a fascination with werewolves and thier behaviour ever since she was a little terror.

"Fuuuuck ow! Touch me again" Enid groaned out cutting Wednesday off and inching forward. She couldn't help it the pain was unbearable and it wasn't like she wasn't attracted to the Addams girl. In fact the truth was she knew exactly why her wolf had guided her to Wednesday and it sure as hell wasn't for pills.

The words came out much more sexual than she had intended and this was clear when the raven haired girl's eyes went wide before a smirk grew on her face once again.

"Excuse me?" She tilted her head, still unfazed by Enid's pain, although it did disparage her to admit she wasn't enjoying it like she usually would. Torture was a topic Wednesday was an expert in. But when she was not inflicting it herself and the innocent girl in front of her was not only beautiful but didn't deserve it, it was less appealing to her sadistic side. Enid also fell under the rare list of people Wednesday didn't intend to bring any harm to at Nevermore, so she couldn't even enjoy this.

"Touch me!" She growled out harshly, baring her fangs and lunging towards Wednesday with ferocity.

Wednesday moved swiftly to the side, allowing Enid's claws to narrowly miss her face as she reached the side of her. But in one brave move Wednesday caught the werewolf around the waist, spinning them both around and moving her back into her arms.

Enid gasped at the movement, mouth slightly open in shock, her arms still lightly swinging at her sides as her whole body untensed at Wednesday's touch.

"Gladly." Wednesday whispered holding Enid in place.

Enid took sharp, shallow breaths panting as she looked into Wednesday captivating eyes. She only looked away when she felt Wednesday cold fingertips grazing lightly up her forearm. Her thoughts turned primitively crazy but her body completely settled as her eyes followed Wednesday's hand.

"This is such a bad idea" she visibly gulped, but there wasn't a single urge in her mind, body or soul that wanted to remove herself from Wednesday secure grip.

"Exhilarating though isn't it?" Wednesday pulled Enid closer with a light tug and in response she moved her arms up to wrap them soundly around The other girls neck. "Now watch this" she whispered softly against Enid's lips before closing the gap between them with no resistance from the werewolf.

Their lips collided in a passion filled frenzy, Enid's hands travelling around Wednesdays body gripping at her clothes, feral with the other girl's touch and letting her impulses take over.

Wednesday smiled into the kiss, infatuated with the idea of Enid desiring her to the point of self destruction, only pulling back to ask "Are you sure?" Out of respect for the werewolf.

The absence of Wednesday's lips caused Enid to blink out of her amorous state and pant breathlessly. Wednesday stared at her awaiting confirmation of consent.

"Yes I'm sure" she nodded frantically absolutely infatuated with how incredible it felt to finally kiss Wednesday.

"Because I was just teasing-" Wednesday tried to give further information and the opportunity to change her mind.

"Wednesday" Her own name sounded melodious to her ears,coming from Enid's mouth.

"Yes little wolf" she allowed a small reassuring smile to grace her lips.

"Touch me" she connected their lips again, finally allowing herself to fully submit to her animalistic urges with none other than Wednesday Addams. WEDNESDAY FREAKING ADDAMS.

Hope y'all enjoyed 😋 This turned out way longer than expected but I had fun writing it so...

[itsbeckyfreen]

ENID SINCLAIR + EMOJIS WEDNESDAY (2022 - )

[last-starry-sky]

Girl's Night Out - ch. 2 pt. 1

friday|saturday|sunday

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pairing: Ghost x shy!goth!f!reader

rating: E

summary: Shy!reader brings Ghost (or Simon, as she learned his real name finally) to her place for some "fun" after they hit it off at the club. 👀👀👀

word count: 4.8k

warning: mdni, not beta-read but edited by me until I wanted to claw my eyes out, a truck-load of self doubt and issues from reader, simon talks reader though it in nice, teasing, and dominant varieties, size difference 💀, fingering, unprotected piv sex, cumming on the outside (idk what kink this is help), praise/punishment kink if you squint. a/n at the end!

Repeating my warning from last time, I have committed the ultimate, unforgivable sin in this: Ghost is maskless. So if that ruins it for you, sit this one out.

snippet:

He steps forward into your space, jacket in hand - actually two jackets, from what you briefly see, one inside the other - and throws it past you, adding it to yours on the couch. He’s right next to you. So close. Close enough to smell that heavenly, manly cocktail wafting off him. And then he leans in, close enough for you to hear him breathing. You look up, hoping you can shake something to say or do, but all words evaporate from your brain as you look in his eyes.  “Second thoughts?” he asked, scanning your face.

friday

You’re running through the night then, hand in hand, laughing, breathless and cold - so eager now to get him home. A thought spikes though your mind: who are you? Who are you pretending to be? Changing the second some guy showed you some attention. You shiver, it’s just the wind nipping at your ears, you tell yourself. The leather of your jacket is quickly chilling your arms, barely keeping the cold from cutting through to your bare shoulders. Your only warmth is pooled in yours and Simon’s joined hands. Just feeling his hand holding yours, completely covering it, protecting it from the cold, it makes you forget how sore and numb your feet are. You hadn’t planned to be on your feet all night, let alone for all of this to happen. 

You’re lucky your place is only a few blocks away now. 

You squeezed his hand when you turned the corner and your building came into view. He’s always right behind you, silent, keeping watch. You looked up and down the street and then back at him. You’ve still got that same stupid smile plastered on your face from when he had slapped your butt. With a cant of your head, you pulled Simon across the intersection. You wished you could look at him, figure out what he was thinking, but his face is buried in the shadow of the street light behind him. His hair a halo, glowing bright and blond in the old yellow light. Somewhere in that shadow are his eyes, those beautiful dark eyes. You want to look at him and know he still wants this, but you’re denied.  

On the little concrete step outside the main door, you fished out your keys as Simon stood close, blocking the wind that howled down the street. You trembled, not from the cold, but at his hands as they slid protectively over your hips. You’re significantly warmer where his body and jacket covered you. It’s got to be a damn good jacket. Of course it is. A practical, military, guy like him wouldn’t be caught out in all sorts of weather in just any old flimsy jacket. As you unlocked the door, he rested his head on your shoulder. He breathed a warm breath down your neck, goosebumps following in its wake, and you felt all that warmth slide right between your thighs.   

You pushed the door open and it's a relief to finally be inside. It’s still cold in the hall, but there’s no wind and you can feel your body heat - and Simon’s, he’s still stuck to your side - able to warm you up again. Simon followed as you turn immediately to the first door on the left, to your apartment. You stopped to flip through your keys again, nerves setting in as you feel Simon just standing over you. 

“Ground floor?” he questioned. 

“Yeah,” you answered back, fitting your key in the lock. You don’t bother to turn your head to answer. You know you won’t be able to see him. “Rent is cheaper.”  

 It’s just as cold inside your apartment as it is in the hallway. With a silent dismay you realize that, once again, you’d left the curtains open. Light from the streetlights dimly shone in, casting the whole of your front room with a sickly yellow tint. It’s enough for you to see by, though, and Simon doesn’t say anything about you leaving the lights off. 

Walking in, you aren’t sure what you should do next. You back yourself quickly down your tiny entry, trying to leave enough room for Simon to maneuver. Shoes. Shoes should come off, you urge yourself. You kick off your boots, sending them clattering across the floor into the living room. Okay, now your jacket. With a shiver you unzip your jacket. The giant zipper on your vintage jacket is loud. Too loud. You realize that no, it’s just too quiet in here. 

You looked away from your hands clasped nervously at your zipper. Simon is leaned against the opposite wall, following your lead. All of his attention is focused on working his boot laces open. He lets it drop to the floor, the loud THUNK making you jump, before moving onto the next. It takes your alcohol soaked, lust-addled, numb from the cold, brain until he straightens up  and away from the wall to take off his jacket to realize you’ve just been standing there, watching him while doing nothing, this whole time. You finally let your jacket fall off your arms before tossing it behind you onto the couch.

The realization comes crushing down on you as you watch him roll his shoulders back to pull his jacket off. Well, two realizations. 

Firstly, holy fuck, were you really going to do this? You want this, you know that. Even your nerves can’t will away the want curling in your core now. This is all too crazy, though. How in the hell did you manage to trick this tall, handsome soldier into following you home? 

Secondly, goddamn, you can’t believe how massive he is. Now that you have your apartment as a frame of reference, it’s making your mouth run dry. Your mind is running wild over thinking again. Do you get into things right away? Should you initiate? Does he expect that?

Your train of thought comes to a sudden stop when you look up and he’s staring right at you with those dark, serious, eyes.  

He steps forward into your space, jacket in hand - actually two jackets, from what you briefly see, one inside the other - and throws it past you, adding it to yours on the couch. He’s right next to you. So close. Close enough to smell that heavenly, manly cocktail wafting off him. And then he leans in, close enough for you to hear him breathing. You look up, hoping you can shake something to say or do, but all words evaporate from your brain as you look in his eyes.

“Second thoughts?” he asked, scanning your face. 

His breath is warm and whiskey-sharp. Fuck, you’re staring at his lips now and It makes you bite your own. He bends down slightly to rub his hands against his jeans for warmth. 

You shook your head, your soft no trapped between your faces. His barely warmed fingers graze your cheek not a second later. You breathed a moan, silent and needy, across his hand. Staring into his eyes, the absurd thought floats across your mind of how you wished you hadn’t taken off your shoes. You felt too small as he leaned down to finally, finally, kiss you. 

His other hand stopped your head from crashing back against the wall, but you don’t think you would have noticed or cared. You didn’t care that your noses crushed a little too aggressively together before you could make yourself to tilt your head, or how neither of you wanted to let go to let the other breathe. You were instantly addicted to his heat, his breath, his mouth and the chaste kisses he’s pressing slowly across your lips, the way he gently holds your head. You grabbed onto his shirt and pulled him in. You needed him closer, and, with a groan, he gave it to you. You ran your hands up to his hair as he nipped your lip, pulling your mouth open with a moan. 

His hands released your face, drifting down to your waist to pull you off the wall and into his arms. He slowly smoothed up your ribs to your hips, warming your chilled body with his hands. You relaxed into this warm little bubble he created, opening up. All too quick though, he pulled away. As much as your hands would let him, that is. Your eyes fluttered back open as he breathed a whiskey-hot breath across your face and cleared his throat. 

“Anything you need to tell me about?” he asked, a new seriousness to his voice. 

You shook your head. He didn’t move. That answer apparently wasn’t to his satisfaction.

“No,” you answered. Then, after a pause, you asked “You?”

His thumb swiped at your bottom lip, pulling it open. His heavy eyes watched as you so sweetly allowed him to continue petting at your lip, deeper and deeper into your mouth, until his thumb met your tongue. 

“No” he answered, pressing his lips to yours. 

The kiss quickly turned deeper, messier, needier. From the first time his tongue ran over yours, you were lost. It was hard enough for you to remember to breathe, let alone give anything back as he did all the work of making out with you, but you didn’t care. You let him press you back against the wall and devour your mouth. Fuck, was all you could think. Fuck, you need this so bad. He was so warm, the sharp alcohol taste melting away until it was just him. You kept your hands in his hair, running your fingers through it and earning a groan against your mouth. He was running his hands, those huge hands of his, over your body, trying to figure out how to get you out of your clothes. One hand broke its way past the band of your leggings and the other sloped up your bare back under your lace and velvet. 

He pulled you apart, haggard breathing filling the room. 

“’s your room?” he slurred against your ear, voice deep and husky already. 

You nodded, eyes still shut and mouth open. You hopped he was talking about the door across the room, which was your bedroom, and not the one farther along that same wall, which lead to the bathroom. You didn’t have time to detangle your arms from Simon to do anything, let alone help, as he simply picked you up, earning a little squeal as he squeezed your ass, walking you quickly across the room.

Once inside, he set you down on your low bed. The platform kept your box spring and mattress technically off the floor, and that had been good enough for you at the time you moved in. Now, with all six feet whatever of Simon towering over it, it felt ridiculous. At least your mattress would be large enough for the two of you. Simon stood between your legs for a moment before kneeling down to your level. The light from your living room windows silhouetted him in the inky dark. If you had all of your brain functions, you would have been sad to lose the ability to see him. He pulled your face to his, your cold noses touching as he pulled your shirts over your head. 

“Won’t keep you in the cold for long, love,” he groaned, hands circling your rib cage. 

He pressed a kiss to your lips, then your throat, right above your necklace, clavicle, sternum, traveling down until he nestled his face in between your breasts. He stayed there, breathing in your skin and sighing as you ran your hands through his hair again. 

“Fuckin’ perfect,” he said pulling away with a kiss to each breast before popping open the closure on the front of your bra. 

You shivered at the sudden cold on your chest, letting your bra fall off your back. You reached up to unclasp your choker with shaking hands. You threw it softly into a pile of clothes at the foot of your bed. He allowed himself to cup one breast in his hand for a second, his rough palm sliding across the nipple, sending spines of need straight down to your cunt. Letting go reluctantly, he pulled your leggings down your hips. You hopped up so he could shuck them off completely, leaving you naked except for your panties. He didn’t take any time to touch you after he threw them to the floor. 

“Get under before y’ freeze,” he urged you. 

You didn’t wait for another command. You dove under your duvet, pulling it up to your nose, willing it to make you warm again. You had actually forgotten you were cold. You were finding It was frighteningly easy to forget things while he had his hands on you. Standing back up, Simon pulled his shirt off and threw it in front of him into the dark abyss of your bed. You watched his silhouette as he opened his jeans. The zipper far too loud and metallic for the little space. He hissed as he shuffled his pants down his thighs. You squinted into the darkness. You could just make him out holding his cock, still in his briefs, against his stomach.

“Still sure you want this?” he asked, voice thin and restrained, standing over you. 

You didn’t answer, but instead reached a hand out of your blanket cocoon toward him. He took it. You heard his jeans finish falling to the floor and then felt his knee push into the mattress. Your bed didn’t complain half as loud as you expected it to under his added weight. He pulled up the blankets around you, covering himself once he found you. 

He crowded into your space, legs and arms wrapping around you, tucking you under his chin and covering you with his body. He held you like this for a while, warming you until your shivers stopped. You sighed against his chest, running your hands up and down him, feeling his scars. God he had so many scars. What had happened to him? He held you tighter, hands resting on your shoulder and waist. His breath softened, coming less and less haggard as you continued to smooth your palms over his skin. You both could have fallen asleep like this. 

He lightly kissed your forehead, right at your hairline, and it felt . . . different. This didn’t feel like a random hookup anymore. Lust was bleeding into something more, something deeper. You knew that you didn’t take just any guy home. It took a lot for you to open up enough to even talk to a guy, let alone get this far. How and why this was happening so fast, you didn’t know. Maybe your body knew better than your brain and overrode your usual self tonight. Maybe it knew, or thought it knew, that he was different, special even. You closed your eyes. Or maybe you were just wishing it was so. 

Simon hitched your leg up over his hip. His hand trailed from your knee to your hip, tracing the lace of your underwear down to where you were pressed together, right to your naval. He stopped for a second, lingering before pressing his fingers against your sex, sliding down your clothed folds. You sighed a whine, breath bouncing against his chest and back to your face. He slowly drifted his hands up and down and you could feel your slick leaking though the cloth onto his fingers. Oh fuck. You let your head fall down onto his bicep where he curled his arm around you. You bucked your hips into his touch. God you wanted him. Needed him. Needed to go wherever this ended. Needed to feel wanted again.

He pulled his hand away and pushed you onto your back. Your vision filled with his darker form against the room before he crashed his lips down onto you. His fingers came back, circling your hole as you whined into his mouth. 

He cracked his mouth away. “D’ y’ like that, love? Want me to finger you?” 

You were nodding, begging him to continue without words before he finished his sentence. He was eager to slide his hand down your panties. His fingers met your clit and you keened against his mouth. He was hovering just far enough above you to drink in your whines and moans or to lean in for a kiss when he wanted. It had been too long since someone else had touched you, let alone well. He swore as he swiped down your clit, working your slick around the little nub. 

“Y’ fucking wet,” he groaned, sliding his fingers lower, dipping into your hole, probing and stretching your skin. Fuck, his fingers were thick. “So fucking wet.”

You crossed your arms closer behind his neck, forcing him down to you, as he pushed a finger in. The fullness, the rough drag of his skin inside you, against your softest parts, even the angle he was able to get, one that you were never able to reach, it was unraveling you. You were reminding yourself to breathe between moans as he fucked into you. Eventually, he decided that your panties were in his way, so he pulled away and shucked them off. He quickly covered you again, filling your mouth with his tongue and cunt with his finger. He propped himself off you to watch as you melted to the pump of his hand. 

His other hand wiped away the stray hairs from your forehead. “So pretty f’ me,” he sighed as he watched you. 

“Fuck. Si.” You cried into the cold air. You weakly tried to pull him back down. He was too far away. You needed him back, right next to you, breathing each other’s breaths. He groaned, leaning back down for another kiss. 

“Yeah? Close? Gonna cum for me?” He said teasing a second finger inside you, thumb working circles on your clit. 

You felt like you were going to die in the best way. Your hands fell off his shoulders to cover your face as your eyes screwed shut. You could get used to feeling his rough skin dragging inside you, making you feel so full as he stroked that spot inside you that made you clench embarrassingly hard and drool down his hand. You felt lightheaded. Stars were popping in front of your eyes, small and bright. 

His free hand shoved your wrists above your head so he could see you. You wouldn’t know. You couldn’t see anything. Even if the lights had been on, you don’t think you could make yourself think right now.  

“Hear me?” He growled in your ear, voice impossibly low, fingers not stopping. 

Your breath caught in your throat. Fuck. You didn’t know you wanted that. Your body went taught, clenching around his fingers. 

“Yes,” you squeaked, dissolving into a moan. 

You felt the hand containing your wrists come down to stroke at your cheek. His thumb pressed harder to your clit as a reward. 

“Please Si,” you cried, “please please please.”

It only took a few more circles of your clit before you were cuming, trembling and keening helplessly in his arms. He waited, head hanging to your chin, breathing haggardly across your chest, for you to come down before pulling his fingers out of you. He brought them to his mouth as he sat up, humming in satisfaction as he sucked off your wetness. He leaned down for a quick kiss, your taste lingering on your lips. 

“Done well, love,” he said pulling your legs farther apart so he could pull your bodies flush. 

His hard cock, still clothed, rubbed up your oversensitive pussy. Simon groaned at the same time you whined. Your head went swirling again. God, you needed him inside you. You didn’t care how. You would make it work. You used your knees on his hips to pull his briefs down. He read your obvious intentions and helped you finish pulling his underwear off, kicking them down into your bed. 

He pressed himself to you again, this time letting you feel his length bare as he slid across your folds. He cut off a loud groan in his throat, burying his face in the crook of your shoulder as he did it again. You threw your head back, eyes shut again as he nudged your clit with every thrust. Your moans were silent at this point, absolutely useless. 

“Si,” you cried bucking up into him, “Want you. Please.” 

He kissed your shoulder. “Yeah?” he asked in a husky whisper. “Want this?” he said grasping his cock at the base, pressing the weight of it into your stomach. “Think you can take all this in that little pussy of yours, love?” 

You clenched at the thought of it. Fuck yes you wanted it. You can take it. You nodded earnestly, hair fluttering against his face. He pulled himself up to lean on his forearm, the one with all of the tattoos, next to your head. His other hand guided his tip to rest at your entrance. Fuck. Even that felt huge. You bit your lip to suppress the wanton moans that just the thought of his cock pressing into you were pulling out of you. 

You felt his face over yours, lips almost touching. 

“Wanna hear you,” he whispered across your lips. 

You let go of your bottom lip. He kissed you for only a second before pulling back a breath and pushing an inch into your hot, wet cunt. 

You wailed. Actually wailed. He was big, really big. There was no getting around that. You hissed out a breath to steady yourself. He was definitely the biggest you’d ever had. No fucking doubt. You felt Simon sweetly press his forehead to yours. He waited for your breaths to even out before pulling out to the head and thrusting ever so slowly back in. 

“Doin’ good f’ me,” he said petting down your side, hand coming back to rest on your hips. 

He gave you another kiss, distracting you as he shallowly pulled out and fucked back in. You lay back and tried to relax as he set a slow rhythm, just barely pushing in a bit with every thrust. You must have lost your mind, because the stretch was addicting. It was nothing like your first time, or any other time after. Feeling his cock work inside you, filling you so wondrously full with just an edge of pain, you were in heaven. 

Until you weren’t. You hit your limit right in the middle of that fat fucking cock of his. The heavy thickness of it was testing the stretch limit of your hole and the head was poking painfully at your cervix. You pushed your hand against his shoulder. 

“That’s it. No more,” you said with a wince. 

He nodded, stopped and sat up. He pulled out a bit, relieving the uncomfortable pressure in your pussy, then set another slow pace. 

“Better?” He asked. 

“Yeah,” you said, melting back into the bed with his thrusts. 

You wished you could see yourself now, as you looked up at him. What had you done to deserve such a guy? You heard him lick his thumb, as if you needed it. He started to work circles around your clit again. He hummed as you arched into his touch. 

“Knew y’ couldn’t take it all,” he teased, laughing under his breath. 

He repositioned your legs, pressing them toward your chest so he could fuck right across your g-spot, thumb still pressed to your clit. Any comment you could have made at his words fucked instantly out of you as you saw stars. 

“Boys y’ fucked before never had that problem, eh?” The cocky bastard said with a smile. 

“Ah! Fuck! Si!” you cried with every thrust as he built you toward your second high. 

“Gonna cum again f’ me?” He asked, pace increasing. 

You heard your bed start to creak. You thanked God once again that you lived on the bottom floor. You couldn’t believe you were going to not only cum twice, but cum on his cock. Something you thought was impossible, at least for you. 

“Y’ ever cum more than once?” Simon hummed, smoothing his hand up your stomach and chest.

“No,” you whined, mind swimming deliriously numb with pleasure. 

“Cum f’ me then, love,” he said, voice dripping gravel in your ear as he tweaked your clit, sending you over the edge. 

Cumming before had felt amazing, but this - this - was untoppable. Your head was swimming with emotions. You felt like laughing, crying, screaming all at once. You settled for pulling his head into your shoulder. You cried as you clenched down around him, holding his cock hard enough to force him to stop moving. He held you through it again, waiting for you to come back to earth, still numb, fuzzy, and spinning. That was probably the best orgasm you’d had . . .  ever.  

You were still laying in your afterglow, breathing in gasps, when Simon pressed a kiss to your face. You felt his cool, wet lips against the hot blush of your cheeks. He must have been biting his lip, willing himself not to cum with you, or inside you. 

“Where you want it?” He whispered into your ear. 

“On me,” you answered. “Wanna see it.”

He groaned, allowing himself to thrust in again. Your pussy squelched obscenely around him. 

“. . . yeah?” He replied weakly, voice faltering. 

You must have hit on something he liked to so quickly drain all the bravado from him. He nestled his face close enough to touch noses with you. He held you as close as he could in his arms, letting you splay your legs against his back as he fucked into you, rocking forward and back in a slow slide. 

“Want me t’ make a mess of y’? That’s what y’ want?”

“Yes,” you breathed across his mouth. 

Then, all the chains came off. He dove into your mouth, sucking on your tongue and moaning like a man starved. He fucked you at a frantic pace, finally able to hit you deep again and again and again. All you could do was claw at his back and neck and hold on for dear life. 

Suddenly, he gasped into your mouth then pushed himself up. He let himself fuck one last thrust into your sinfully wet pussy before he pulled out and worked himself over your stomach. He whined as he came, falling forward onto his other hand, sending spurts of cum up your torso. He caught his breath for a few seconds before he pulled himself up onto his knees. He spent another minute admiring his work. 

“L’s g’d on y’,” he slurred, pulling at the skin on your belly where it was forming a pool. 

He slid out of bed, careful not to let the blankets fall onto you. He fished his briefs out and stepped into them with a wobble, eyes never leaving the silver shine across your torso.  

“Bathroom?” He asked pointing his thumb behind him to the only other door in your apartment. 

You nodded. 

“Lemme clean y’ up,” he said snapping the elastic up over his still-hard cock. 

He adjusted himself as he wandered out of your bedroom. You heard him bump against the door frame and then again on the bathroom door. You lay back with your hands over your face, trying not to laugh. You heard the top of your dirty clothes bin hit the wall as he flipped it open, then the soft shuffling of the towels and clothes inside. The lid was flipped back down with a soft thwack. The faucet turned on, ran for a second, then turned off.

Simon appeared back in your doorway a moment later, more stable on his feet now. He kneeled over you, cleaning you off with the hand towel. You hissed as he swiped the cold, wet cloth up your torso. 

“Okay?” he asked. His warm hand followed behind the towel, warming and drying you, finding any spatters he had missed as well. 

“Yeah,” you answered, soothed by his touch, by the amount of care and effort he was showing to you: a random hookup.

He tossed the towel behind him, adding to the jungle of clothes that scattered your floor. He rested his knee back on the bed, leaning down to clear a space in the bed with his arms, part of which you were occupying.

“Move on in then, love,” he softly commanded.

You reluctantly gave up your warm spot, inching over toward the wall. Once he had made space for his massive frame, he made himself comfortable by squishing the pillow into position and pulling your blankets up over his shoulder. You were about to do the same, try to get comfortable in the cold corner you had been exiled to in your own bed, when you felt his hands grab at your hips.

“Get over here. Warm y’ up,” he said.

You helped him pull your back against his chest. You relaxed, laying your head on his arm as he held you with the other. He even let you twine your fingers together. You felt his breath ruffle through your hair where his face was pressed. You closed your eyes and listened to the soft pound of his heart as you drifted off.

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a/n: this is baby author's first (published) smut, so if it's horrible and unrealistic please let me know! girlie is doing her best! also my hands hurt so bad omg