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DEVIL TOWN : THE GAME 🐺 ↳ salem bellamira & blair bellamira , devil town 🐺 ( in•sp )

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wednesday masterlist

Starring "my little death machine" - Wednesday Addams...

carrie on - coming soon! guts - one shot

Starring Wenclair...

tba!

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Someone To Stay | Wednesday Addams

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Warning(s): a panic attack.

“What’s wrong?” Wednesday questioned, staring down at the shaking girl in front of her as she slid down the wall of their shared dorm. It was strange for her to see someone expressing emotions so strongly. She was used to Enid’s cheerful attitude, and sure, Mallory wasn’t as joyful but she always tried to be as optimistic as possible, so something must’ve been wrong.

“I-i, I think I’m having,” Mallory barely choked out. ‏She had tears running down her face and she was gasping for air as if she couldn’t breathe it in‪.‬

‏‪“You’re having a panic attack.” Wednesday said shortly, her suspicions confirming when Mallory managed a small nod.
She slowly‬ crouched to her level‪,‬ not sure what to do‪. She never had to deal with people with anxiety or stress since she never felt anything like it, and Pugsly was relatively calm except for when he was getting shoved into places. “What usually helps you in these situations?” She asked, prompting the girl to look up at her. Mallory knew exactly the best way to calm herself down, she just didn’t know if Wednesday would agree to provide it. Sure, they were close and talked all the time (except for Wednesday’s writing time) but she wasn’t sure if she would do this, seeing as she was never quite the hugger.‬

‏‪“Usually, physical contact really-really helps.” Mallory whispered between ragged breaths and Wednesday nodded her head in understanding. She despised human contact, except for the occasional hand on the shoulder, and even those were mostly from Mallory. Mallory was one of the only people she cared for, and even though she would never say it out loud, Wednesday knew she cared for her more than she should for a friend.

She felt a strange sensation when she first saw her, some kind of warmth, and weirdly enough, she didn’t mind it that much. Even though she usually preferred the cold, she couldn’t get enough of this feeling, that she only got from Mallory.

And, knowing that, she hesitatingly moved forward, one hand reaching for the girl’s shoulder to get her attention in her frantic state. Mallory’s head snapped upwards as she looked at the black haired girl in front of her, in her eyes a mix of panic and shock that managed to make It’s way in from the simple touch. There was a question in her eyes, pleading for what she needed, and when she saw that Wednesday wasn’t moving away from her after a few moments passed, she quickly untucked her legs from her chest and practically leaped forward into her arms, still on her knees.

Wednesday’s eyes widened before she cautiously‪ wrapped her arms around Mallory’s trembling body, allowing her to bury her head into her shoulder. Sobs wrecked the girl’s body as Wednesday took a deep breath before moving to her knees as well, making their position much more comfortable, something which she didn’t think she would feel. She felt a new sense of pride when she noticed that Mallory was now sniffling, her body not shaking nearly as bad as it was when she first found her.‬

‪“Are you okay?” Wednesday asked, moving the slightest bit away so that she’d be able to properly look at Mallory, not too far since she wasn’t completely calm yet.‬

‪“Yeah, i think I am. Just, don’t let go.” Mallory whispered before moving closer to her. Wednesday quickly nodded, ignoring the way her heart sped up as she suddenly noticed how weirdly natural it felt having her in her arms.‬

‪She stood up from the floor and moved both of them around as gently as she could so they would lay on her bed, Mallory’s arms wrapped around her.‬

‪It would be a lie to say that they hadn’t dozed off like this, with Mallory in Wednesday’s arms as they laid in her bed.‬

‪And it would also be a lie to say that Enid didn’t get the perfect blackmail on Wednesday that night when she came back to the three’s shared dorm.

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✧ ֢ ( 🔮💜) ۪ ׂ 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐌 ──── 𝑊𝑒𝑑𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑑𝑎𝑦

A witch with the power of communicate with the dead, Évora Novak was happy with her reclusive life in high school Nevermore. She had a friend disembodied, a boyfriend as reclusive as she is and plans to go through the years without great emotions until it is formed. But your plans are undone when Rowan, her boyfriend, is dead in the forest. to discover more about what happened to the boy, Évora unites with Wandinha on a dangerous and full adventure of mysteries as eccentric as your classmates.

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[xoteajays]

niya moorcroft + mastermind

once upon a time, the planets and the fates and all the stars aligned, you and i ended up in the same room at the same time.

and the touch of a hand lit the fuse of a chain reaction of countermoves, to assess the equation of you.

checkmate, i couldn't lose.

[elle-greenaways-last-braincell]

The Rose And Her Thorn

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Much shorter chapter today, sorry!

Word Count: 581

Part 2.

When Wednesday returned from her thoughts, Enid and Esmeria were bickering back and forth relentlessly, until Enid gave up, turning back to Wednesday to continue the conversation about Bianca. "Her crown's been slipping lately though. She used to date our resident tortured artist, Xavier Thorpe. But they broke up at the beginning of the semester. Reason unknown."

Wednesday lightly raised an eyebrow. "Fascinating."

Enid nodded violently. "I know, right! My vlog is, like, the number one source for Nevermore gossip."

"Yo, Enid!" Enid and Esmeria turned upon hearing Ajax's voice, Wednesday hidden behind them. The gorgon ran foward, greeting Esmeria. "Hey Esmé." He then turned back to Enid. "You're not gonna believe the dirt I heard about your new roommate. She eats human flesh. Totally chowed down on that kid she murdered. You better watch your back."

Enid and Esmeria moved apart to reveal Wednesday, who immediately started speaking. "Quite the contrary. I actually fillet the bodies of my victims, then feed them to my menagerie of pets."

Esmeria smirked. This girl just kept getting better and better. The look on Ajax's face was hilarious. Enid slowly gestured to the girl dressed in black. "Ajax, this is my new roommate, Wednesday."

Ajax looked Wednesday up and down. "Whoa. You're in black and white." Then looked at Enid. "Like a living Instagram filter."

Enid rolled her eyes and pushed Ajax away. "Ignore him. Gorgons spend way too much time getting stoned. He's cute, but clueless. You know, it's a small school, and there wasn't much online about you. Oh! You should really get on Insta, Snapchat and TikTok."

Wednesday held Enid's stare. "I find social media to be a soul-sucking void of meaningless affirmation." She then turned and walked away.

Esmeria sighed dreamily. "I'm so gay."

Enid laughed and tugged Esmeria's arm. "Weren't you gonna get your cousins to come over?"

Esmeria's eyes widened and she nodded, taking out her phone.

𝖦𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝖡𝗈𝗒🌞

ᵗʰᵉ ᵍʳⁱᵐ ʳᵉᵃᵖᵉʳ

hey bro

u still coming over?

Enid wants to know

ᵍᵒˡᵈᵉⁿ ᵇᵒʸ🌞

yeah

omw

u want Arty to come as well?

ᵗʰᵉ ᵍʳⁱᵐ ʳᵉᵃᵖᵉʳ

sure

ᵍᵒˡᵈᵉⁿ ᵇᵒʸ🌞

kk

❀⁂❀⁂❀

It was a fun afternoon. Artemis and Apollo came over and the four of them sat in Esmeria's dorm, gossiping and laughing. But, all good things must come to an end.

"We've gotta go now, sorry." Apollo spoke, checking the time on his phone.

Enid whined sadly. "Do you have to?"

Artemis laughed and nodded. "Yeah, sorry Enid. But we'll come and visit again soon!"

Esmeria smiled. "Sounds good! See you guys later."

Enid and Esmeria closed their eyes tightly as Artemis and Apollo shuffled off the bed. There was a sudden whooshing sound, and a flash of light appeared behind both girls' eyelids. When they opened their eyes again, the twins were gone. Enid sighed. "Well that was fun, but I should really head back to my dorm. Night!"

Esmeria nodded. "See you tomorrow!"

The werewolf hopped off Esmeria's bed and left the room. Esmeria looked at the dark purple electric guitar in the corner of her room, thinking. Then she shook her head, changed into her pajamas, and crawled under the covers of her black four-poster bed, falling asleep almost the second her head touched the pillow.

Esmeria's dreams were always shifting and changing, but tonight they settled on one thing and stayed there. It was a bit strange, but Esmeria definitely wasn't complaining. Having Wednesday Addams walking around her dreams made everything feel better.

[twicetheheartx2]

Sora & Vega’s mugshots after their first run-in with Jericho’s police department, aka Skywolf Barbie meme.

@barb-l Honestly, I was almost done with these when I had the idea of how Sheriff Walker would react to finding out he has to deal with an Addams' spawn and then how Enid & Wednesday would react to Vega getting arrested. Which then led to the fact that getting arrested is basically an Addams Family tradition at this point. And it was just too funny to pass up on both ideas, so I just had to draw it.

The lil comic:

And the Addams Family mugshots:

[dangergays]

we all know about the red and blue gays what about the sun and moon gays. sunshine and dark goth gays. gays fucking love celestial aesthetics i am living proof

[caitlynscat]

Wednesday: Hey remember when Ajax made us watch that movie about the gay guys on the mountain?

Enid:

Enid: You mean Lord of the Rings?

[livingdreams97]

Wednesday Addams -- "The wolf in my bed" (Part 3)

Wednesday Addams x Male reader/oc

Summary: The new girl at Nevermore Academy is forced to live with a person who is the complete opposite of herself. But what will happen when the brother of said roommate has a personality similar to Wednesday's?

Words: 3.679

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Wednesday POV

My research on the monster was progressing, but it was not doing so at the expected speed and every time I managed to advance one step, I was forced to take two steps back.

I don't know how he does it, but it's like the monster knows every move I'm going to make and I don't like that at all.

For example, the homeless man who lived in the old meeting house; who was murdered two nights ago. The monster sees me in the ruins and that same night kills the person who lived in that same place?

It's not a coincidence.

But thanks to that event, I got all the information about the bodies in the morgue and I have deciphered a pattern. It's subtle, but reading the reports and seeing the photos of the bodies it's easy to decipher.

Each victim has had a part of their bodies removed. The first victim was missing a kidney, the second a finger, the third his gallbladder and the homeless man from the meeting house two toes.

I don't know why the murderer needs these parts, but I plan to find out.

Thornhill 's class is anything but new information, since everything she is saying about orchids and their pollination is something I learned when I was 9 years old.

I hear a complaining sound from my left, causing me to look towards the person sitting next to me through my peripheral vision and seeing the school artist.

Xabier: I hurt my back fencing.- he excuses himself quickly without me asking him.

Mrs.Thornhill: The orchid produces pheromones that imitate a female insect, thus attracting males.- continues with her explanation. -Once the plant is pollinated, what do the male insects get in return?- questions waiting for the answer from one of the students.

Bianca: Nothing. - she answers before anyone else. -Like all the boys at the dance.- she finishes amusingly, causing most of the students to laugh at it.

Mrs.Thornhill: Okay, okay.- she says to get the attention of all the students. -I know you're all looking forward to Saturday, that's why I'm not going to send you homework.- she informs us, causing a small celebration on the part of the rest. -But I'm going to need volunteers for the decoration committee, anyone interested can come see me.- she says with a smile ending the class.

As soon as class ends, everyone gets up from their seats and immediately starts talking to each other.

Xavier: What? Aren't you going to participate? - he asks me directly. -Don't you like disco balls and surprise punch? - he asks with some sarcasm. -There will even be a DJ, Mc Blood Suckaz - comments with some amusement .

Wednesday: I prefer to stick needles in my eyes.- I respond immediately. -Although maybe I will do it anyway.- I comment casually, knowing that I would prefer it a thousand times over going to the dance.

Xabier: Invite someone to have a little fun.- he says bending down to put the book in his backpack and that's when I see it.

On the right side of his neck, which was being hidden by his shirt and jacket; three scratches. That has not been done in fencing.

I get up from my chair, deciding to follow my classmate and try to find out how those injuries could have been caused. He's hiding something and I plan to find out what he's hiding at all costs.

POV You

I grunt tiredly, hiding my face in my arms and resting on one of the tables in the square. This is getting repetitive too fast.

Enid: Do you want to stop growling, you're exaggerating.- she assures me, hitting my arm.

Y/n: Then stop asking me the same thing fifty times.- I growl again, raising my head from my arms and giving her a dirty look.

Enid: I haven't asked you more than 3 times! - she exclaims in defense and I look at her, raising an eyebrow.

Y/n: Three times in the last five minutes.- I point out. -But you've been asking me the same thing for five days.- I remind her breathing deeply, not wanting to lose the little patience I have left.

Enid: I'll stop asking you when you do it.- she assures me, crossing her arms and with a smile full of superiority.

Y/n: And why do you want me to ask Wednesday if she wants to go to the dance with me? - I asked her confused with the reason behind her insistence. -What do you get out of all this? - I say without understanding anything.

Enid: Because you would be a perfect couple and because unlike you, I would love for my best friend and brother to be together. - She answers with a huge smile.

Y/n: Three things- I list with my fingers. -First, what makes you think that Wednesday of all people wants to go to the dance, this being an unnecessary social event for her?- I ask, raising a finger. -Second, at what point has your mind thought that your best friend wants to be in a romantic relationship with someone, when she almost didn´t agree to be your friend?- I raise the second finger.

Enid: Because I know... - she starts in her defense but I tell her to shut up.

Y/n: I'm talking.- I remember, looking straight into her eyes. -And third, haven't you learned from what Ajax did to you?- I ask her with some anger in my voice, but my anger is not directed at her.

Because even with all my warnings not to go out with any of my friends, she asked Ajax on a date and he stood her up. The worst thing of all is that my best friend doesn't want to tell me why he stood her up and I haven't spoken to him in several days because of that.

No one plays with my sister's feelings, and Ajax 's black eye is an example of the consequences of that.

Enid: You didn't need to say the last point.- she growls at me angrily and with a certain gleam of pain in her eyes. -But whether you want to listen to me or not, there is something between you two and you can't deny it.- he assures me, looking me directly in the eyes.

Y/n: Well, look how I deny it.- I say with a false smile. -There is nothing between Wednesday and me.- I assure seriously.

Enid: You don't even believe that yourself.- she snorts, shaking her head. -It took her a month to let me hold her arm and you slept in her bed the first week, plus I can see the looks you give each other.- She points her finger at me accusingly.

Y/n: What looks are you talking about? - I ask, completely confused with what my sister means.

Enid: Oh please, the looks you give each other every time the other isn't looking and the intense but strange way of flirting you have.- she comments with exasperation.

Y/n: I don't flirt, I just have fun getting on Wednesday 's nerves.- I shrug with an amused smile.

Enid: That's called flirting.- she assures me as if it were obvious. -And don't deny it because you know we can spend the whole day like this.- she points her finger at me again so I can close my mouth. -So are you going to ask her to go to the dance with you or not? - she asks again with a big smile.

Y/n: I'll think about it.- I accept tiredly. -But you promise me that if I do, you won't bother me anymore with the looks that you say we give each other and the supposed flirtation.- I stretch my hand towards her, watching her bite her lip and think carefully about whether to accept or not.

I can see the internal struggle she is having in her head through her eyes and every slightest gesture on her face. I just wait in silence and keeping my hand outstretched.

Enid: I promise.- she growls after a while, accepting my hand. -But only if you ask, otherwise I can continue bothering you.- she says with a smile, shaking our hands energetically.

Y/n: Whatever. - I deny amused by her attitude and getting up from the bench.

Enid: Where are you going? - She asks me confused when I let go of our hands.

Y/n: I have homework to do.- I respond, raising my shoulders.

Enid: But Professor Thornhill hasn't sent us anything.- She remembers me confused.

Y/n: Do you only have botany class? - I ask amused by the look f confusion on her face. -I'm leaving.- I say goodbye, entering the school hallways.

I walk towards my room, thinking about what my sister told me and as if on cue I see the person we were talking about.

Y/n: Wednesday! - I exclaimed, calling her and running to catch up with her. -How are you going with the investigation?- I ask her when I get to her side.

Wednesday: Good.- she nods her head, continuing walking. -I have new clues and I have discovered something about the deaths.- she tells me and I walk next to her.

Y/n: Do the dates or the shape of the wounds form some pattern?- I ask interested.

Wednesday: No. - she denies in response and doesn't say anything else.

She continues walking in the direction of Ophelia Hall, so I understand that she doesn't want to continue talking and I decide to stop walking. I watch her walk away and turn around to resume my walk to my room.

Wednesday: Where are you going? - I hear her question from behind me so I turn around seeing her with her arms crossed and one eyebrow raised.

Y/n: To my room.- I respond confused. -I thought that since you haven't continued talking and haven't stopped walking, you wanted me to leave you alone.- I explain simply.

Wednesday: At any other time you would be correct about the message of my actions, but this is not the case.- she assures me with her monotonous tone of voice. -Now follow me.- she practically orders me, turning around and resuming her walk towards her room.

I quickly look around, making sure no one is around and run again to catch up with her.

We do the rest of the way to the room she shares with my sister in complete silence. Once inside the room, she walks over to a cork board and looks over her shoulder at me.

I approach, looking at the board and appreciating the reports and photos of what I assume are the victims of the monster.

Wednesday: There have been a total of four murders, but none of them are related to each other other than by the monster that killed them. - she explains to me, pointing to the files of the victims . -The attacks have happened on random days, there is no pattern regarding a specific number of days between one murder and another, nor any lunar phase or anything like that. - she continues explaining to me and I see each date of the murders on each victim.

Y/n: That means that wolves, for example, are ruled out since all the murders would had to be during the full moon. - I comment, reading the forensic file of the second victim.

Wednesday: Exactly, although it is clear that there are some wolves that do not need the full moon to transform. - she comments with a knowledge that I did not know she had. - You, for example. - she points her finger at me.

Y/n: How do you know that? - I ask confused, since not many people know it and it´s better to keep it that way.

Since it is very rare that a werewolf can make a complete transformation at any time, without the need for a full moon and it is something that must be kept secret.

It is very dangerous for it to be known, since it would be a perfect excuse for the normies to blame us for any crime like this and also such information can be dangerous in the hands of another supernatural being .

Wednesday: Enid.- responds simply.

Y/n: Of course.- I growl, annoyed with my sister, since she knows she can't tell anyone.

Wednesday: But it is clear that it is not a werewolf, since the claw wounds that the victims present are more spacious than those of a werewolf. - she explains to me, pointing to an abdomen, or what remains of it . -But I have noticed that in each victim, the murderer has extracted a part of their bodies and that none of them match.- she explains to me.

Y/n: You mean, the killer has taken a part of each victim 's body? - I asked confused. -As a type of amulet or reminder?- I question looking at the girl next to me, who is with her arms crossed.

Wednesday: It seems that way, but I still don't know the exact reason. - she answers me simply.

Y/n: I may not be right.- I comment thoughtfully. -But don't serial killers usually take the same thing from all their victims? - I ask without stopping looking at the photos.

Wednesday: Not always, most prefer to take any of the victim 's personal belongings. But when it's a part of the body, it varies depending on the murderer. - She explains to me and I nod, looking at her when I hear the sound of a piece of paper.

Y/n: What is that? - I ask her when I see how she takes out some pages from inside her school jacket.

Wednesday: Some very realistic and detailed drawings that I have gotten of our monster. - she responds, hanging the two drawings on the board.

Y/n: Where did you get them from? - I ask looking at said drawings.

Wednesday: From Xabier's hut.- she answers and I look at her quickly.

Y/n: He painted this? - I ask her without stopping to look at her and blindly pointing at the drawings.

She just makes a sound of confirmation, tearing her gaze from mine and moving it to my friend's sketches.

I imitate her action, returning my gaze to the paintings and paying attention to every detail of the monster.

I know that many times Xabier has very realistic lucid dreams that he then draws. But dreams are usually related to things he has seen or knows. Which would mean that he has somehow seen the monster.

Y/n: Do you think he has something to do with the monster?- I ask her in a low voice, not knowing if I want to know the answer.

Wednesday: It is possible.- it confirms my fears. -Today he had a fairly large scratch on his neck and was acting a bit suspicious. In addition to the fact that those were not the only drawings, wherever you looked, the monster's face was everywhere in that hut. - she tells me and I sigh without wanting to continue with the topic.

I decide to take a couple of steps back, moving away from the board a little and trying to think of something else.

Y/n: Hey Wednesday.- I caught her attention, causing her to look at me instead of the board. -Would you like to go with me to the Raven on Saturday?- I ask her the first thing that comes to mind unconsciously to change the topic.

I open my eyes realizing what I've said and my heartbeat skyrockets. I can see that her eyes have also opened in surprise, but they have barely opened two millimeters and if I wasn't staring at her I wouldn't have noticed.

The air in the room becomes very heavy, due to the silence and lack of response from the black-haired girl. I swallow heavily, feeling my body temperature rise and my heart beat in my throat.

Wednesday: No. - responds monotonously and for some reason that I don't understand, I feel disappointment invade my body and a phantom weight in my heart, as if I had stones in it.

Y/n: I know that you are not the type of person who enjoys unnecessary social events like dancing and that you prefer to stay in your room writing your novel. - I explained quickly without thinking. -But I wanted to ask you just in case.- I lift my shoulders, feigning indifference.

Wednesday: I don't reject you for that reason.- she assures me and I look at her confused. -It's because I've already asked someone and that person has accepted.- she tells me with the same monotony as always.

I think since I've known her, it's the first time I hate how monotonous her voice is and how impassive her face is. Because for once, I would like her to express a minimum of feelings with her features so I can at least know what she thinks.

Y/n: Oh.- I murmur a few seconds after her response and processing the information she has given me.

She doesn't say anything, she just watches me in complete silence and for the first time, it makes me uncomfortable.

Never before had I felt so watched by her and so uncomfortable and embarrassed in her presence. I don't want to continue feeling her gaze on me, trying to read me, much less for her to realize that this rejection has somehow caused something in me.

Y/n: I think I've bothered you enough.- I clear my throat, taking a step back. -I have things to do.- I excuse myself, pointing to the door and walking towards it.

Wednesday looks at me, nodding and turning her attention back to the board.

I take advantage of the fact that her back is turned to flee from the room and walk towards mine, feeling the disappointment latent within me.

These feelings are the reason why I didn't want to ask her to go to the dance in the first place. I knew she was going to say no and that I would feel bad, but I didn't think will fell this bad.

I thought it would be like that day in the ruins, when Xabier appeared and they both ignored my existence, as if I were not by their side. I thought I would feel a certain heaviness for her failure to acknowledge my existence and anger for having her full attention on Xabier instead of me.

But it has not been that way. I know that what I felt the other time was jealousy and I still don't really understand why.

Although this time it wasn't jealousy, it was as if they were piercing my chest and squeezing my heart, preventing it from pumping blood to the rest of my body.

The worst thing of all is that she has asked someone to go to the dance, it was not another boy who asked her and for some strange reason she has been forced to accept. 

No. 

She was the one who asked someone to go to the dance with her and I didn't see her very upset about it when she told me.

On the other hand, how can I know what she feels if she never shows it.

Wednesday POV

After the strange interaction with Y/n and my refusal of his invitation to the Raven, he excuses himself and I am left alone in my room.

I don't spend much time alone before my extravagant roommate walks into our room and looks at me with a slightly disturbing smile.

Enid: I've seen my brother walk away from Ophelia Hall.- she comments in a sing-song voice, causing me to look at her seriously.

Wednesday: I have shared with him the progress of my research.- I respond walking towards her.

Enid: And you have only talked about the investigation? - she asks with some emotion to which I cannot find an obvious origin.

Wednesday: Yes.- I agree emphatically. -But I need your worldly wisdom for a last minute situation that has arisen.- I say, maintaining my usual seriousness and impassiveness, but without knowing very well what I have to do.

Enid: Okay? - nods with some insecurity.

Wednesday: What are the steps to follow to attend a social event like the Raven? - I ask, maintaining my position and avoiding reacting to the inhuman scream that my roommate lets out.

Enid: Oh my goodness! Wednesday Addams is going to the dance! - she exclaims, jumping on the spot and with a somewhat high-pitched voice. -Do you know what you need? - she asks me excitedly.

Wednesday: A shot to the head? - I ask sincerely.

Enid: A dress! - she exclaims full of emotion.

Wednesday: I already have one.- I assure her without reacting to her emotion.

Enid: Is it the one you showed up here with? - she asks with some fear on her face. -It was an abomination for fashion that not even I could resurrect.- she assures me. -Thing, help me.- she says to the hand on my right.

He responds with a thumbs up, implying that he agrees with her and that I cannot wear the dress in which I arrived at Nevermore .

Enid: You need something that says: First date, get out of the way bitches! - she exclaims with too much energy. -Besides, being Y/n's sister, I can help you better.- she assures me with an even bigger smile than the one he had before.

Wednesday: What does your brother have to do with all this?- I ask normally and with some confusion at the mention of the boy.

Enid: Aren't you going to the dance with him?- she asks, erasing the smile from her face and frowning in confusion .

Wednesday: No. - I deny immediately. -I'm going with Xabier, for reasons that aren't important right now.- I explain and I see how her face contorts in a similar way to her brother's when I rejected his invitation to the dance.

Although the expression on my roommate's face is lighter and she doesn't have the lost look like her brother has had for a few moments.

In addition, the range of emotions that her face shows is not exactly the same and there is a difference between the emotions of confusion, some sadness and perhaps guilt that Enid reflects, which are easy to decipher.

His brother's were more difficult, since I had only been able to clearly see the gesture of disappointment and the emotion of pain he made for a second.

But otherwise I can't say exactly what emotions he felt, much less the reasons why he felt them.

NEXT

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From “Tears and Claws” on Wattpad by @_bl3upi3 (Xavier Thorpe x OC Sinclair)

"Oh yeah im sorry" he picked up the box and turned to the other side of the yard "Who is that?"

I turned and saw my sister with the new girl. I guess it was her new roomate "Wednesday Addams, the new girl".

"Wow, she's kind of eccentric, don't you think" he laughed. I turned my attention to him, he was taller than me but it wasn't a big height difference either.

"What I think is none of your business" I smiled at him.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to piss off the furry" my smile dropped immediately.

I flashed my claws and pointed my index finger at him "next time you say that, those claws will end up in your arm".

"Calm down kitty, the next time you pull out those claws it will be to grab my back" he said with a cocky smile.

I pinched my eyebrows together trying to figure out what he had said, and once I understood what he was referring to my cheeks flashed with red. Embarrassed, I turned and walked away from him as fast as I could.

"See you" I heard behind me as I walked away…

You can find the whole Book on my Wattpad @_bl3upi3

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~Lost and found~ (Larissa Weems x student!reader)

The reader is 19 in this fic!!! The show makes it clear they have students well above the age of consent.

Sorry for the longer than expected wait! Mocks are a bitch and a half! The reader is a snarky little shit in this chapter btw- The chapters will be getting slightly longer as I get more comfortable with the story but please let me know if you would prefer shorter chapters.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2 (1.2k words)

Thank you for all your kind words about the last chapter <3 I hope you continue to enjoy my shitty angst!!!

Lastly thank you once again to @thefangedman for the editing to make the story make any semblance of sense. You should check out their Tiffany Valentine fic! It's amazing!!!

Static takes over my senses. I slowly come round from my near death experience at the hands of my own Headmistress - ‘my duty is to protect all the students within these walls’ my ass. The glaring lights start to bother my shut eyes, begging me to open them and rejoin the living world. I'll give it 5 more minutes. I haven't had a nap like this in years.

Just as I'm getting comfortable, I hear the tapping of heels on a wooden floor, pacing back and forth. From what I can piece together, Weems accidentally impeded my ability to breathe; I passed out and she has dragged me to her office because she's too embarrassed to tell the nursing staff what happened. Hmm... I should have some fun with her. Fake amnesia seems like it'll do the trick. I mentally smirk, thinking over the horrified reaction I'll get to see on her face.

I flutter open my eyes to play into the act of just having awoken. I stare at the ceiling, hearing her rush towards me. "Mx/Mr/Miss L/N, how are you feeling? It appears you... umm, passed out in the corridor."

I turn to face her, sitting up on the leather sofa I'm lying on. I rub my forehead, slightly obscuring my eye as a confused expression crosses my features.

"...I'm sorry but who is Mx/Mr/Miss L/N, and who are you?" Her face, like I thought, is priceless - she even backs away slightly.

Her voice quivers as she talks, an unfamiliar tone in the usually confident woman.

"S-shit...no no no. This can't be happening, I d-didn't. God, what am I going to do-" with this, she grips my face in her hand, the other removing my own from my forehead, grasping it gently as our eyes meeting in perfect alignment. The only difference is her eyes are glazed over with tears that will fall any second, "I am so sorry, Y/N..."

God, this was meant to be fun, but it's just depressing.

I swear, she has an ability to suck all the joy out of anything I do. I roll my eyes at her, but in reality a small part of me feels regret. Regret over my actions, regret over leaving her in this state, but alas, I repress this thought and lean into the anger. I rip my hand out of hers and shove her away from me.

"You're so annoying! I can't even prank you after you nearly murder me without you sucking the joy out of it. Also- thanks for being too scared to take me to see the nursing staff, or even an actual fucking doctor incase God forbid you got into trouble. I could have gotten actual brain damage-"

I am interrupted mid-rant when she embraces me, her face buried in my neck, now fully sobbing. Fuck. Why do I always have to be such a blunt asshole? I need Noah to translate my words into nice ‘feeling protecting’ ones, he's good at all the dumb emotional stuff. Normally I am at least okay at faking, and I can get by, but everything just feels so foggy. No matter how hard I try, I can't concentrate on finding the right words.

I feel awkward as her hot tears sear into my skin like a mark of shame. I bring my hand to her head, undoing her usual pristine hairstyle. I run my hand over her scalp and the nape of her neck, gently scratching her skin. She calms down slowly, relaxing more into me more. My hand slows with her tears, until both cease and we remain there, unmoving for what feels like eternity. Neither one of us knows how to proceed, not wanting to ruin our brief moment of peace and unspoken understanding of what the other needs.

It has to end eventually however, and I am the one to do so, saying words I never thought I'd utter to this woman in my life. Before I can gather what to say three simple words cross my mind, "...I am sorry."

No. I will never apologise to this woman.

Instead I simply remove all venom from my being. I render myself completely vulnerable to her, a spider without its fangs, completely defenceless. "I don't think before I speak. As you know I'm not exactly great at the whole communication thing. So understand, I did not mean to hurt you. I just struggle when taking others emotions into account and instead I chose to be selfish by lashing out at you, it was immature of me."

The air felt thick as I tried to regain my lost stoicism. I feel shame and pity for both of us. I pry her away from my body as I stand, desperately needing to leave, but my legs buckle beneath my weight as everything goes blurry - fuck. I must have hit my head harder than I thought.

Before my body can meet the welcoming ground, I am snatched by a set of strong arms. She turns me to face her once more, before gently setting me on the settee. She turns away from me walking towards her desk as she speaks, her voice still not quite back to it's typical happy/mildly aggressive cadence.

"I had the nurses come to see you here, because I know you don't like the nursing wing of the academy. They said you'd have a mild concussion from hitting your head, and told me to observe you, which is why I didn't put you in your dorm. I know you think of me as being too proud to admit when I am wrong, but I want you to know I will never put my pride before the health of you, or anyone else in this academy."

God, what is wrong with Weems, I think I broke her. She's being too emotional - in the sad way, normally she's just angry. I swear, she speaks exclusively in passive aggressive niceness. I lift my head to properly meet her eyes.

She has taken her seat pride of place behind her desk, having almost the same power behind it as when a queen takes her throne. I begin to verbalise my thoughts.

"Are you on your period? Or are you too old for that... when does menopause start? Oh wait, could it be perimenopause? Oh god, are you pregnant? Can you still even get pregnant?" I become horrified as the last thought even crossed my mind, that poor child.

I notice Weem's equally horrified expression contorting her features, "Mx/Mr/Miss L/N just how old do you think I am exactly? I also don't appreciate the invasive line of questioning, but for your information, no, I am not pregnant."

I shutter slightly feeling her peircing gaze wait for me to answer her. "I want to say, 54...?" Oh God, she looks like she's about to slap me. "54! I beg your pardon, Mx/Mr/Miss L/N, I am 44, and I do not appreciate you aging me a decade! I should give you an extra detention for this alone."

I look at her, wondering if she has been seriously affected by my words, merely her vanity showing as per usual, or if this is her failed attempt trying to be more humorous while scolding me. I run my hand through my hair and let it fall over my eyes.

"I don't give a shit how old you are! You still cried like a baby either way, get over yourself, you're not 2. So what? You nearly murdered someone, we've all been there. You aren't special, so don't expect sympathy from me!"

Weems stands once and strides towards me. I am not interested in her lectures about manners and etiquette, so I leave quickly through the nearest set of doors and out into the corridor, taking a sharp right into the closest room to me.

Grabbing the chair beside me, I barricade the door, allowing myself to slide down it and contemplate all that's happened thus far, while also figuring out an excuse. I look around the room, only now realising I've locked myself within Weems' bedroom.

"Shit."

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@the-bagel24, @suckerforcate

[your-favorite-god]

𝓥𝓲𝓽𝓪 𝓷𝓸𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓪 𝓪𝓮𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓷𝓪

part one: here!

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚜….

Really, it was a coincidence. No one knows why Wednesday Addams decided to come here. She had never explored this part of the woods before, it's not like she ever needed to really as the graveyard had always been her favorite place on the Addams property. But today Wednesday had decided she wanted to bury her brother alive, somewhere new. Somewhere far, where no one could save him. At the ripe age of 7, Wednesday had determined that she liked the pain of others. Since no one else was around, her brother was her favorite and only victim.

As the little addams was pouring dirt over the newly filled grave she heard a flapping sound, then a rustle of branches, then a snap of twigs. It all happened in quick succession and Wednesday was curious, just what creature is making such noise. As she looked around she saw a pair of bright golden eyes peeking at her through the trees.

"Who are you?" Wednesday asked, stoic but curious.

" I am called Endeara, and you", The voice answered.

"come out and I'll tell you" Wednesday demanded, clutching her shovel tightly in her fist. Prepared to destroy this new beast. Wednesday was never one for emotions, nothing really ever catching her interest much less shocking her. But if she was to feel such foolish things, she thinks it would be something like this. Wednesday had prepared herself for some new monster to add to her menagerie, yet her plans were foiled as out stepped a little girl. Close to her age it seemed, maybe a year or two older, with large horns and larger wings. Both a deep brown, almost black, flecked in what looked like gold. This winged little girl was dressed in what the Addams surmised as animal skins, covered in crystals and bones. Long hair to her legs with braids and small flowers, what especially caught the Addams eye was the white streak in the front. A stark contrast to the little being.

"What are you?", Wednesday asked again, and the girl... Endeara, laughed.

"I am fae, and now I have met your demands. It's time to hold up your end of the bargain, what is your name?"

"Wednesday."

𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚎, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚜. 𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚍𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚎𝚏.

Young endearas moodboard made by me, please dont use/copy my work without credit.

Author note: this is a Yandere fanfiction. it will contain violence, unhealthy relationships, some steaminess, stalking, attempted kidnapping.... a lot. lots of attempted kidnapping. lots of stalking. obsessive thoughts and tendencies, enabling of criminal and morally questionable acts, sparse foul language- you know what. it'll be easier to just say whats NOT in here. no noncon, no dubcon, no pedophilia.

if you don't like the actor that plays Xavier, feel free to fan cast him.

I hope everyone enjoys, and remember. Don't do anything I wouldn't do😈

[xoteajays]

khioniya moorcroft in (butter)fly on the wall

khioniya ‘niya’ moorcroft, the ‘popular’ girl without the trademark clique backing her. she strolls the halls of nevermore academy with little more than acquaintances that refused to say why they would do what she asked of them. only the school nurse, her ‘aunty anzhela’, knew anything about the young vampire; even after these few school years, none of the student body knew much about the girl  -  but she seemed to somehow know a lot about all of them.

pointedly disinterested in all of her fellow students - including one bianca barclay after her blossoming relationship with xavier thorpe began - that all changes when wednesday addams shows up at nevermore. and from that, niya seems to leave her shell  -  or ‘chrysalis’, wednesday would say, though she wouldn’t explain whatever the ‘joke’ was that made niya’s lips twist so coyly.

[elle-greenaways-last-braincell]

The Rose And Her Thorn

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This may not be very good, but here you go!

Word Count: 1482

Part 1.

To most who crossed her path, Esmeria Roman was considered abnormal. She was 5'0, with silky dark brown hair and the most enchanting pair of stormy gray eyes that anyone had ever seen. Her family was a complicated one. Not that she was complaining, they were wonderful in her opinion, but they were considered just as abnormal (if not more so) as Esmeria. Her father was Hades, Lord of the Underworld, and her mother was Persephone, Goddess of Spring.

No one knew that of course. If people found out that her parents were Greek gods, her whole life, everything she had worked so hard to achieve, would go up in smoke. Only two people knew of Esmeria's parentage. The first was Larissa Weems, headmistress of Nevermore Academy, the school for outcasts (Vampires, Sirens, Werewolves, and people with powers in general). The second was Enid Sinclair, one of Esmeria's best friends.

You may be wondering, 'If it's a school for outcasts, why can't anyone know who her parents are?' The answer to that question is that to normies, the gods are simply myths, and it's best that they stay that way. It just makes it easier if the outcasts don't know either.

Esmeria got most of her powers from her mum, being able to manipulate plants and a little bit of the weather. She could manipulate the dead (animals and humans), but she could only do it once every so often, as it took a lot of energy out of her. Which is why she was now lying on Enid Sinclair's bed, half asleep, the young werewolf trying to cheer her up.

"Come on, Esmè! My new roomie's getting here today. Can you at least act happy for me? Please?"

Esmeria groaned, cracking her eyes open to glare at Enid. "You were the one who wanted to cuddle the squirrel, Enid."

Enid pouted, opening her mouth to speak, only to hear the door creak open. Esmeria lifted a finger, speaking the words, "Ding dong." Before rolling over as if to go to sleep while she listened to the voices of those who had entered the room.

"It's so... vivid." She heard a man's voice say, being immediately followed by Enid's perky, "Howdy, roomie!"

She sat up as Larissa Weems spoke. "Wednesday, this is Enid Sinclair."

Esmeria sat up on the bed, five heads turning to look at her, with three unfamiliar faces. The two oldest were a man and a woman, clearly married. The woman was stunning. She was tall, with long black hair and a long black tight-fitting dress. Her husband was shorter, also with black hair, wearing a grey pinstriped suit.

There was a girl standing between them (Wednesday), and she was the most beautiful person Esmeria had ever seen. Her long raven black hair was done into two braids that framed her face, and her fringe stopped just above her equally as dark eyes. Her skin was almost as pale as snow, and her eyes glared out at the room before her.

Esmeria paused for a second, regaining her composure, and walked calmly over to the small group, Weems smiling in a welcoming manner at the brunette's presence. "And this is Esmeria Roman, our resident florist."

Esmeria frowned at the headmistresses little jibe about her powers. "You know I resent the flower jokes, Larissa."

Enid glanced between the two, eventually stepping foward to speak to Wednesday. "Are you feeling okay? You look a little... pale."

Esmeria's eyes widened. "Enid you can't just ask that." She hissed.

Wednesday tilted her head imperceptibly, noticing the brunette's slight Italian accent.

Wednesday's mother moved foward a bit. "Wednesday always looks half dead."

Enid nodded lightly. "Oh." She then surged forward, arms wide for a hug. "Welcome to Ophelia Hall!"

Wednesday stepped backwards with a minorly disgusted expression on her face at the same time that Esmeria tugged Enid backwards, correctly assuming that Wednesday wasn't a hugger.

Enid shrugged, a smile still bright on her face. "Not a hugger. Got it."

Esmeria tuned out of the conversation slightly, as a small buzzing noise filled her head. She caught the words: "Please excuse Wednesday, she's allergic to colour." The buzzing slowly receded as Enid said: "Oh, wow."

Esmeria stepped foward, standing next to Enid. "If you don't mind me asking, what happens?"

Wednesday tilted her head, speaking flatly. "I break out into hives and the flesh peels off my bones."

Esmeria grinned, turning to Enid. "Enid, do you still have the death book I left here?"

Enid rolled her eyes. "Next to the pens."

Esmeria nodded and ran over to find it. Larissa sighed. "Sorry about her, she's a bit... morbid. Anyway, we've special ordered you a uniform, Wednesday." She chuckled.

Esmeria walked back to the group, a notebook clutched in her hand, pen scribbling furiously at the paper. Larissa sighed. "Enid, please take Wednesday to the registrar's office to pick it up along with her schedule, and give her a tour along the way. Maybe take Esmeria with you? I don't want her to blow anything up again."

Enid nodded, and so they were off.

❀⁂❀⁂❀

Enid, Esmeria and Wednesday were walking around the school, Enid chattering away happily, Esmeria looking very bored. "Nevermore was founded in 1791 to educate people like us. Outcasts, freaks, monsters, fill in your favorite marginalized group here."

Wednesday turned to look at Enid. "You can save the sanitized sales pitch. I don't plan on staying here for long."

Esmeria frowned, tilting her head. "Why not?"

"This was my parents idea." Wednesday glanced over to a picture containing an old fencing team. "Oh look, there's my mother smirking at me." She turned her head back to the blonde and brunette. "They've been looking for any excuse to send me here. It's all part of their nefarious, yet completely obvious plan."

Enid smiled slightly. "What plan?"

Wednesday turned back to look at the other two. "To turn me into a version of themselves."

Esmeria grinned (she seemed to be doing that a lot around Wednesday). "Well then, perhaps you can clear something up. Rumor's been swirling around that you killed a kid at your old school, and your parents pulled some strings to get you off."

Wednesday walked past Enid and Esmeria. "Actually it was two kids, but who's counting?"

Esmeria sighed in happiness, clutching Enid's arm. "Enid, she's perfect."

Enid raised an eyebrow, gazing at Esmeria in confusion. "How are you this whipped already? You know what, nevermind. Come on!"

And they walked after Wednesday.

❀⁂❀⁂❀

Enid spread her arms out. "This is the quad."

Wednesday spoke, taking the words right out of Esmeria's mouth. "It's a pentagon."

Enid sighed, walking away with the two short girls following her. "The whole snarky goth girl thing might have worked at normie school, but here things are different. Let me give you a wiki on Nevermore's social scene."

"I'm not interested in participating in tribal adolescent clichés."

"Well then use it to fill your obviously bottomless pit of disdain." Enid said, somewhat smugly, and Esmeria rolled her eyes at her friend.

Enid spoke again, with a smile this time. "There are many flavors of outcasts here, but the four main cliques are Fangs, Furs, Stoners and Scales." She counted them off on her fingers. "Those are the Fangs, AKA vampires."

Esmeria leaned close to Wednesday's face. "Some of them have literally been here for decades."

Enid smiled, walking further foward. "That bunch of knuckleheads are Furs, AKA werewolves. Like me!" Upon spotting her, all of the Furs started howling at Enid.

The trio stopped walking, all looking out at the quad (pentagon). Esmeria spoke this time. "Full moons get pretty loud around here. That's when Furs like, wolf out. I suggest you pick up noise-canceling headphones. Or you can bunk with me!"

Wednesday turned to look at her, and a blush spread across the brunette's cheeks. "My dad pulled some strings, so I don't have a roommate. I soundproofed my room so I can't her them, and they can't hear me."

Wednesday nodded slowly, then turning to look at Enid. "I'm assuming Scales are sirens?"

Enid nodded. "You catch on quick. And that girl, Bianca Barclay, is the closest thing Nevermore has to royalty. Apart from Esmeria, but that's something different."

Wednesday's head turned back to Esmeria, who moved closer to Enid, now standing in the middle. "I don't understand why we can't just kill her."

Wednesday was intrigued. Enid was not. "Because, Esmé, murder is illegal."

Esmeria rolled her eyes. "That has never stopped me before."

Both of Wednesday's eyebrows had now disappeared behind her fringe. Had this sweet girl really killed people? If so, how did they anger her to the point of committing murder? As much as she did not want to admit it, Wednesday liked Esmeria Roman. The mystery surrounding her was one that Wednesday wanted to untangle.

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Pomegranate Lips Ch 4: Tipping Point ~Sub!Larissa Weems xFem Fallen Angel!Reader

Part 4 of Pomegrante Lips!! Larissa and Reader falling for each other slowly… The sexual tension finally snaps between the two… Part 5 to include smut 😏

Link to Part 1, Part 2 & Part 3

Mommy…Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, angst, implied smut, teasing, nudity, etc.

Enjoy (:

After that latest and fateful coffee meeting, Larissa had become determined to not let you break her any more than you already had.

She was determined to not give in.

But her plan immediately crumbled the second you started to ignore her.

It was all part of your own plan…

Since that fateful day in the cafe with Larissa’s unraveling, you gave Larissa no mind, avoiding her in the halls, not speaking at meetings, not teasing her in her office. And sure enough, you chipped away Larissa’s resilience bit by bit.

You could feel the longing glances she gave you as you turned your head in the other direction. Her face dropping slightly when you didn’t stay after a staff meeting to chat her up.

Had she done something wrong?

Larissa couldn’t stand it anymore, the not knowing. One minute, she had been your entire view, and the next, she doesn’t even exist to you?? Larissa’s thoughts spiraled for days over this, until a Friday night when she had so much paperwork to go through but couldn’t touch any of it…

Because of you…

You wouldn’t leave her mind.

You were invading it in fact.

She shut her laptop rather hard with a groan falling from her lips.

She had to confront you.

And the thought made her shudder and go weak in the knees.

But she had to. She couldn’t take it anymore.

With a sigh, Larissa got up from her chair and left her office to head to your classroom. She knocked on your door, her hand shaking and her breathing already uneven.

“Come in…” you purred.

You could sense that it was Larissa…

Larissa entered and closed the door behind her.

“We need to talk.” She firmly stated.

You quirked your brow, finally looking up at the tall blonde, and putting your work down.

“Oh?”

“Yes. Do you have a moment?” she matter of factly asked.

“Yes. What is it?” You said, still remaining in your distanced play, while waiting for Larissa to crack.

Larissa took a deep breath.

“What we are doing needs to stop. It’s highly innapropriate and is affecting our job performances. I think it’s best if it comes to an end.” She stated.

She played her cards, now it was your turn…

“Oh is that so…?” You taunted, getting up from your chair and coming around the your desk so that you were only mere inches away from Larissa.

Larissa froze as you entered her space, her mind short circuiting.

“So you have no want to be my good girl…?” You taunted, purring in her ear.

Your words sent shivers down Larissa’s spine.

“No, you obviously have no interest, and you’ve made that quite clear…” Larissa gritted out, a tear threatening to spill, a sudden anger overtaking the blonde for all the times you’d ignored her.

You circled the blonde slowly as she spoke, stopping in front of her and cupping her chin to direct her eyes to yours.

“You’re that desperate, aren’t you…?” you purred, “If my good girl wants my attention, all she has to do is ask… But, according to you, this needs to end…” you tutted, throwing her own words back at her.

You began to retract, when Larissa grabbed your arm, “No wait!” She whimpered, “I’m sorry. I want this. I want you. Please. I wanna see you.” she pleaded.

You chuckled and hummed in delight, “Already begging… such a good girl…”

God, that nickname made Larissa go feral…

You then began to strip slowly in front of the blonde, until you were completely nude in front of her. (Well almost).

“No, I wanna see all of you…” Larissa whispered, coming over to you and running one hand over your curves while the other fidgeted with your glasses.

“You… You wouldn’t like what you would see…”

This shocked Larissa. For once, you sounded unsure and insecure.

So in response, Larissa began undressing herself, until she was just as nude as you were. A light smirk graced your lips at her stunning curves.

Larissa then embraced your hands, “Please, I want to see all of you…”

You bit your lip and looked up at the blonde, “Follow me.” You breathed out.

~~~

Part 5 with smut is here 😏

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