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petersbaby · 1 year

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Here is what the people want

Porn - Gross/perv stepbro!eddie

Warnings: stepcest, male masturbation, oral (f receiving), fingering

It was a random Wednesday night, just like any other. Nobody was home besides you, your mom having a girls night with her friends, Wayne at work, and Eddie out doing stupid shit like probably doing donuts in a random parking lot with his friends, all high as fuck or drunk undoubtedly. You were grateful for this time, the house was too busy these days and sometimes you really wished it was still just you and your mom.

After school, you’d brought a bowl of cereal up to your room and ate it as you watched TV. It had been a few hours now, and you decide you want more so you grab the bowl and head down to the kitchen. Once you set it down on the counter and go to open the fridge, you hear a strange noise.

No one is supposed to be here, so you of course get a little scared. If there’s someone in the house who isn’t supposed to be, you’re fucked. It’s not like you had a gun or anything in case of an intruder. But listening closer, it sounds like a woman. Like a woman… crying?

“What the fuck?” You whisper, creeping closer to the origin of the sound which seemed to be the living room. When you peek inside, you instantly take in everything that’s going on. The big TV in the living room is playing a porno with volume loud enough you could probably hear if you were standing outside. Your eyes drag over.

On the couch sits Eddie, your nasty step brother who is notoriously perverted. He’s made all kinds of comments to you and tried to make moves on you but that was always kind of on the down low. You’d never seen him be so outwardly and unashamedly gross. Anyways, he has his dick in his hand, stroking it up and down with a slight noise of wetness. He’s in his boxers with his erection sticking out from the hole in the front of them, legs spread lazily and laid back with his eyes fixed on the screen in front of him.

“I’m telling your uncle AND my mom about this.” Your voice is heard from across the room and his head snapped to the side to look at you.

“No you’re not.”

“Mark my fucking words. I’m sick of you being so gross. You’re getting WAY too comfortable here.”

“Wait, wait.” He begs, eyes going wide and blanket covering his lap once he can see you’re really serious. He didn’t wanna have to explain this to either of your parents or get kicked out. That’s the last thing he wants. He grabs the remote and presses pause.

“Come here.”

You cross your arms over your chest.

“No. I’m not helping you, weirdo.”

“I know, I know. I could help you.”

You approach him suspiciously.

“I don’t want or need your help.”

He takes your hand, pulling you down onto the couch. His hand finds itself on your thigh, slowly moving up, and for some reason, you don’t stop him. You let it happen, even though you know you shouldn’t. Your breath catches in your throat.

“No?” He asks innocently, fingers reaching beneath your skirt and to your center where you could admittedly feel that it was wet.

“Fuck.” You curse yourself.

“Here, lay back. I’ll make you feel so good you forget all about this and you’ll definitely not tell them, yeah?”

You don’t respond verbally, but lay back on the couch for some godforsaken reason. He smiles his almost predatory smile.

“I need to hear it. If I eat this pretty pussy of yours, you don’t tell them about the porn.”

“Yes.” You breathe, the closeness of his body to yours dizzying and the air getting thicker while your cheeks flush and you get even wetter. His musk was intoxicating, the smell of unwashed denim and tobacco with a little sweat mixed in emanating off of him.

He starts to place kisses on the inside of your thighs until he gets to the lacy edge of your cotton panties, hooking his fingers into the sides and pulling them down your legs as you shiver in anticipation. Your legs try to close in shyness, but he pushes them back apart, attaching his mouth to your core and applying open mouthed kisses to it, messily making out with your clit and running his tongue up and down your folds.

It all happens so fast, it’s so intense and all at once to the point where a particularly loud and high pitched moan escaped your mouth in shock and pleasure. He pulls away slightly, soothing you. “Shhh.” He kisses the meat of your inner thighs to give you a second to sort of recollect yourself.

“Okay, okay.” You whisper, subconsciously holding in your breath.

“Good girl.”

His mouth meets your clit again, lightly sucking and swirling his tongue around and around it. You can’t fight of the need to moan and whine, never having felt this sensation before. It was the first time you had something so lewd done to you and you absolutely loved it. The mouth on him was something mind blowing, something you could easily get addicted to. But no, you can’t, and you shouldn’t. Sure, this shouldn’t be happening, but this will be just a one time thing. Right?

You’re pulled out of your thoughts by the sensation of a thick finger sliding into your hole, the pointer finger to be exact. You gasp at the welcome intrusion and he takes a break to come up and see how you look. Desperate, that’s how you look. When he pauses, you start to grind up against him, trying to fuck yourself on your finger.

“Yeah?” He asks with an amused and devious smile.

So goddamn cocky.

He must see the frustration in your face at his teasing as he adds in his middle finger and brings his mouth back to your cunt again, working them in and out of you while he licks and sucks your clit.

You moan progressively louder and louder each time he pushes them deep inside and curls them, hitting your g-spot repeatedly while your swollen clit gets attention from his tongue. With this, you start to cry and mewl, hand shooting down to grab his head and push it further against your throbbing, hot core while tangling some of his hair into your fingers.

“Mmh,” He whimpers pathetically against you when you pull on his curls and it only drives him to go faster. He doesn’t know if there’s a time in his life that his dick has been any harder.

“Eddie, Eddie, oh my god, ah, fuck.” You cry out, white hot pleasure wrecking your body and temporarily blinding your vision while you cum around his fingers, which he soon pulls out to replace with his tongue. He laps up everything you had, everything you gave him gladly, gratefully.

“Holy shit. Ah- get off of me.” You pull his head away before he was done cleaning you up and he looks up at you like a confused puppy.

“Too much. Feels good but it’s really sensitive.” You whisper and he nods in understanding now.

“Fuck,” he comments under his breath, hand returning to his cock which was incredibly hard and dripping precum all over the front of his boxers. You look down and see his little-or big- problem and then back up to him.

“Fine. You can cum on me. Just this once. And never again.” You offer, exhausted and still a little high from your orgasm.

Too high to care. He excitedly pulls his dick back out, coming to kneel in front of you and start jerking himself off over your body and occasionally rubbing his cock against the warm skin on your lower stomach before spilling out onto you, cum mostly collecting in your bellybutton with some threatening to run off of your stomach and down your sides onto the fabric of the couch below you. He quickly scoops it up with his fingers and wipes them on his shirt, as though that’s a casually normal thing to do.

“Ew.” You say plainly.

“What? I’m gonna change clothes and wash them, duh.”

“Yeah right. While you’re at it, wash this blanket too.” You add, grabbing the blanket he was using earlier and wiping down your stomach with it.

“Ah, I just washed that.”

“Watch it.”

“I mean.. no, yeah, that’s fine.” He shrugs, trying to sound cool and collected.

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moongreenlight · 2 months

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It's WIP Wednesday and I'm thinking so hard about “Chateau Lobby #4 (In C for Two Virgins)” by Father John Misty that my head explodes.

Retired!Price x Divorcee/single mom!reader (titles are hard who cares)

Cw/Tw: Pressure to perform sex/sexual acts

Little 1k blurb that ends right before the smut because I just got done ovulating and the thought of writing about cock and dick is not in the cards rn.

There was never much time to date while John was working. Never enough of him to occupy all of his work and pleasure. Try as he might, he couldn’t seem to spread himself thin enough to coat the surface of all his wants.

He tried for a few years, early, when he could stay out late and still feel alright putting in a full day’s work the next morning. But he’s a romantic at heart. Never found much appeal to a fast-and-loose lifestyle and eventually stopped looking for trouble in places he would find it.

He was now alone, but with more time to figure out what he really wanted after retiring. Had more of himself to portion out. Pursued his hobbies. Picked up odd contracting jobs out of a need to keep himself busy. Found trouble with a single mother and recent divorcee who hired him off of an online ad because she needed help with a few things around her new house.

He knew he was in for it the moment she opened the door. Asked her out while he was half inside a cupboard under her sink. She said no twice.

Third time’s the charm.

She must have been put on one of those religious conveyor belts and turned out like she was on a factory line- that or she had parents to piss off. Married, turned out two kids, and split young. Must have been straight out of high school, because now that the divorce is finalized she’s cheating her way through a business degree at the community college around her day job.

Still carries some of that youth and innocence in her even though she’s only a year or two his junior. In the way she snorts when she laughs and hastily covers it up by holding the back of her hand over her mouth. The three times already tonight she’s prefaced that she doesn’t kiss on the first date and she’s got a strict rule about no ‘secondary locations.’ It’s charming. Like she’s spending any fleeting moment of free time discovering herself.

And is he glad she’s wasting her precious time on him. Even more glad he caught her on a weekend where her ex had the kids, though the idea of introducing himself to her house, her innocence, her little family, was fucking intoxicating. Made him forget the two fingers of whiskey sitting up right of his plate.

He gets so tipsy on the thought of besting her rules that he can’t help but push his luck after she- ever so delicately- refused the waiter trying to drop a dessert menu at the edge of the table.

“Cheap date.”

A snort from her. She has to pull her lips away from the rim of her wine glass to stifle it. House, even though it’ll give her a headache, she says. Couldn’t possibly bring herself to spend a dime of his money further than what was necessary. Darling thing. He’d love to see how far that ‘good girl’ act went. How much pressure it could handle.

She’d probably pull him in warm. Gooey in the middle when he finally got her spread open.

“Wasn’t out to test your fiscal limits”

She dabs the corner of her smile with a napkin. It’s his turn to laugh now.

“Shame. Half my appeal is the restaurant.”

She falters for a breath. Her eyes go a bit wide, like she’s suddenly worried she hasn’t thanked him enough. Hasn’t been good enough to please him. The thought makes him ball his hand into a fist to distract from the tightness in his slacks.

“Gosh, John, and it is such a nice place. Dinner was fantastic. Thank you, really.”

Her fingers curl around his fist. She has to stretch a bit to reach him from across the table. Her fingertips don’t touch even when she tries to wrap her hand around his. Earnest is thick on her voice now. It honeys her tone. He wonders if when she pulls away she’ll leave a sugary stickiness on his skin.

He tsks, a smile flirting across his mouth. Unable to help himself. A hungry stray being tossed a hot meal.

“And how impressive would it have’t be if I had my heart set on bringing you ‘round t’mine for a nightcap?”

She wrinkles her nose at that, though there’s a glittering of humor in her eyes when she gives his hand a kittenish slap.

“You couldn’t afford it.”

Sharp as a tack.

He has to clench his jaw shut to keep from sinking his teeth into her. They ache to see if she’s candy-floss all the way through.

“No?”

“Dinner was fantastic, John. Thank you.”

She throws him a warning glance with that. There’s the faintest outline of severity blurring into the soft edges of her voice. He digs his nails into his palm.

“M’I that bad to talk to?”

He’s pulling out stops now. Ignoring the chirping alarm sounding in the back of his skull that tells him that he should be able to pick out if he’s insisting for the right reasons or not.

She’s more difficult to guilt a second time. Rolls her eyes and starts folding her napkin on the side of her plate.

“Must be.”

She is fucking delectable.

Trouble. Everything about her. Every new layer he peels back sets him ablaze. He’s smoldering in his chair, waiting for the smoke curling off the crown of his head to set off the smoke detectors.

It takes some effort, but he’s able to get her to settle on him coming ‘round to hers after dinner. ‘One drink, John. I’m serious.’ She digs her heels in a bit, but he’d already made his mind up. He’d have her. Tuck her in a paper bag and take his dessert to-go.

She makes him turn away when she punches the code into her garage opener. Says the remote in her car is dead, and while he looks around the edges of the house for security cameras, he makes a note to come back and get both of those things taken care of for her. Doesn’t like the thought of her alone in her driveway after work tired and vulnerable.

Never mind if she had to step out in the rain. Sugar melts.

He tries to convince her to sit on the couch with him while she nurses a weak pour of wine, she refuses. Sits on a plush armchair catty-corner to him in the living room and smiles while shakes her head.

“Not used to being told no?”

It’s less of a question than it is a plain statement. A surface-level observation. It should strike him as an insult, but watching the words fall from her pretty mouth made pride swell in his chest.

“Should I be?”

Trouble. He’s inching toward the line.

“You’d think.”

He wonders what she would think if he took her down to the studs. Not much of anything- if he was lucky.

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eddieboi23 · 1 year

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Could I please request a Wenclair x Male reader where Enid and the reader have been at a party and arrive back at the dorm drunk and both flirt with a very sober and mildly annoyed Wednesday?

Silly drunks

Wednesday Addams x male Reader x Enid Sinclair

(Wednesday )

Summary: you and enid get drunk at a party, and come to the dorms to flirt with your annoyed girlfriend ,,, Wenclair

Tw:, swearing, threats, alcohol

(Y/n)=your name

“-this is thoughts-“

“This is talking”

Requested by: @lica24

(I’m aging the characters up, but let’s pretend nothing else changed💀….sorry this took me a bit, life stuff, ALSO, I didn’t think I’d have to say this, but this is not smut, I don’t write smut of minor, that’s gross)

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You and Enid haven’t been partying for awhile now, and you both are starting to feel a bit, wonky?

It’s only then you realize the punch seems, more sour than it’s supposed to.

You nudge enid, and slur. “Heyyy eniee, the punch seems a lil, weiRdd. Maybe we shouldd leave?”

Enid blinks and slurs back. “Whaaa noooOo.” She chugs the rest of her drink.

You hold her hand and go up to Bianca.“Mm hey did someone spike the punch?”

She looks at you, seeming drunk out of her mind. “Wha?? Who are you?” She suddenly giggles.

You raise your eyebrow at her.

“Ok, mm hhow about we walk you to ur dorm?”

She stops giggling, and just nods slowly. “Mmm Yea ok, sure.”

Enid speaks up “Mmm oK Yea i don’t feel good Let’s go.”

She kinda just, drops her cup on the ground and leans on you.

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You being the most sober walk Bianca to her dorm, while practically carrying enid. You’re actually kinda proud of yourself , being as drunk as you are.

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Soon you and enid get to her dorm, loudly at that.

You walk in to a pitch black room, then suddenly a lamp turns on , revealing a tired and annoyed Wednesday.

You jump in surprise and Enid squeals.

“Do you have any idea what time it is?”

Wednesday stats with cold eyes and raspy voice, likely from her waiting for you two to come back ,past her bedtime.

You blush. “Heyyyyy weddds-“

She shushes you.

“You’re both intoxicated, arent you.” She asks, but it sounds more like a statement.

“I thought I told you both to get here around 19 pm sharp, It is now 3 am.”

You giggle, trying to lighten her mood.

“We’re just intoxicated from your love.” You say, giving her sloppy wink.

Enid then stumbles to Wednesday.

“Dont be mad babbyy.” She leans on Wednesday, who begrudgingly lets her, for the sake of not falling over.

You get on the other side of her. “Yeaa cmon, it was only once, well be carefulll.”

You say, resting your hand on the back of her neck, and head on her shoulder.

Wednesday doesn’t know If it’s due to lack of sleep, but she feels a burning feeling in her face whenever you two get so close.

“Enough.” She stated with a flushed face. “I was only waiting for you two to get back ,so I could lecture you and go to bed.”

Enid pouts. “And because uou love us right?”

Wednesday scowls. “No. Now get off me, both of you.”

You smirk and sink to kiss her jaw. “What if we dont wanna weds?”

Wednesday nearly chokes and push’s you both off.

You fall and Enid falls on you. It hurt, bit not too bad because your body is tingly.

Wednesday huffs and walks to her bed, then gets in it, clearly ready for sleep.

You pout and help enid up. Then you both try to get in bed with her.

She glares at you both. “No.”

“Awww come on Wednesday….” You whine.

“We’ll be careful and quietttt.” Enid whines along with you.

Wednesday says nothing to you both.

……

After a few seconds pass, she looks at you both, clearly annoying.

“Are you getting in bed or not?”

You and Enid perk up snd go to the bed, slipping in and cuddling with Wednesday.

“Not a word.” She declares.

And you both ignore that and continue to flirt with her until it seems she will catch on fire.

Then you both pass out cold on top of her, leaving Wednesday to deal with her complicated feelings.

“-Idiots.-“ she thinks to herself.

“-I’ll lecture them more tomorrow, im too tired…not because i like them sleeping on me. That would be idiotic.-“

She eventually falls asleep.

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In the morning, you and enid have no idea what happened, but still get and earful from Wednesday about, “inappropriate behavior.”

You both don’t care.

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dogsayswoof · 11 months

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Hounds From Hell Chapter 3

Summary: Mostly some filler fluff before a big Chapter 4. >:) Also, if you guys have requests or suggestions, oooooo please drop them. I will also take one shot requests for any type of Wednesday x reader. Or Wednesday x hellhound!Reader. Enjoy

Word Count: 2.0k Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Reader (Hounds from Hell Masterlist)

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You didn't see Wednesday for three days after that night and it was driving you crazy. The first time you did get to catch glances of her was in chemistry class but she paid you no attention.

All of your friends had noticed the shift in energy between you two. Her cold demeanor and your longing glances. Your heart hurts at the thought of you ruining your friendship because of a stupid kiss. Well not stupid, but you get the gist.

Then she began returning to lunch with you and your now mutual friends. There was obvious tension between you two.

One day she even dared to sit next to you. Not a word was exchanged and the table continued their conversation, doing their best to ignore the frigid air brewing between you and Wednesday.

It began to bother Enid. She thought that whatever happened would have blown over by now but she was sadly mistaken.

Wednesday continued to sit next to you day after day, meal after meal and Enid had had enough.

"Oh my god. What happened between you two!" she slammed her fist on the table causing both you and Wednesday to look up at her.

Turning to look at each other for the first time in two weeks. You felt your breath hitch and you swore your heartbeat skipped a beat. You were the first to break it and you looked down mumbling a small "nothing."

You grabbed your tray and got up without a look back and if you just had you would of caught the goth girl's onyx eyes staring at you with her own longing gaze.

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Your grade in chemistry was back on a downward trend and with only one more playoff victory to go to secure your spot in the semi-finals you were at risk of letting your entire team down.

"Y/N you know this we went over it five times already" said George and you groaned throwing your head back.

"I know I know"

"How can you be so smart on the field and so dumb in the books," Benton said glancing over your most recent test.

56% An F.

Just another addition to last two failures.

"What is a bimolecular reaction?" George continued and you pressed your palms into your eyes.

"When two molecules bang and react with each other" you said sighing.

"Yeah, you might just be hopeless" he said closing the chemistry book and throwing his feet up on the desk.

You stood up snatching your test from Benton, crumbling it and throwing it in the corner.

"Fuck this," you said and the boys looked at you with gentle eyes. They knew how bad you needed a win.

Elizabeth piped up from behind the book she and Atwell were reading on your bed.

"Just go talk to her"

"No," you said grumbling

"So what, you kiss her and then you both keep pretending you didn't know each other?" Atwell chimed in.

"Yup," you said grabbing a football and tossing it in the air to yourself.

Elizabeth looked up giving you a look.

"Fuck, okay fine" you said and she continued reading her book, slamming the door on your way out.

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You had no intention of finding and talking to Wednesday. Not a single intention. She just decided to find you.

You were sat at the end of the dock staring at the water trying to scheme a plan to pass your next chemistry test since studying wasn't going to help when you could feel her cold presence behind you.

You clenched your jaw stopping yourself before you turned around and said something from the depths of your brain.

She dropped her bag and took a seat next to you. You fidgeted with your fingers, picking at the skin around your nails, doing anything to distract yourself from the intoxicating scent that was her.

"I would like to apologize for my immature reaction." she said and you nodded continuing to rip your fingers apart.

"You know when you said I didn't need to apologize you didn't have to lie," you muttered letting some anger slip.

You were trying to contain it but she was pressing every last button you had.

"I didn't lie."

"Yeah alright" you scoffed.

You felt bad for the way you were talking to her but your hurt had had time to sit and boil to anger.

You both sat in silence.

"I'm failing chemistry again" you said taking a quick glance at her but regretting it soon after.

Your heart panged.

"I know." she replied.

"Of course you do" you muttered back.

Another moment of empty silence.

"Do you regret it?" you asked and her brow furrowed.

You looked towards her and she met your gaze.

"No. It wasn't as unpleasant as I expected it to be"

"Thanks?" you said fighting the urge to chuckle.

You were supposed to be mad but she was really good at melting it all away. You cursed yourself for being vexed by her.

"Can we just agree to be friends again? I don't like this-whatever this is" you said gesturing between the two of you and she nodded.

"I don't think we ever stopped being friends but I suppose I can agree." she said and you stuck your hand out. She took it and you shook it, giving her a small smile.

"I'm not very good at emotional situations" she muttered looking away.

You could feel her vulnerability and the rest of your anger dissipated.

"Thank you.. for being.. vulnerable with me" you said softly trying not to push her too far.

"Alright now come on, I really need your help." you said nodding to the main body of campus and grabbing your bag.

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81% B-.

You were sprinting across the courtyard to where your friends were sitting with their lunches. You barely had the time to slam the brakes colliding with the table as you panted.

They all stared at you with a concern.

You slammed the paper on the table in front of Wednesday.

"B fucking minus" you said staring at her grinning from ear to ear.

She grabbed the paper and examined it before looking up at you with the smallest smile.

"While this grade is still.. inadequate.. I am proud of your progress" she said and you turned to the courtyard whooping and cheering's.

"Semis here we come! Fuck yeah" you yelled hands in the air.

"When did you guys make up?" Yoko asked cocking her head at Wednesday.

"Yesterday."

"And you were able to raise her grade in a day?" asked Bianca

"I have my ways" Wednesday said taking another bite of her food.

"Clearly" she said astonished

You made your way back to the table and you sat down next to Wednesday, way too close for comfort.

"God Wednesday I could just kiss you right now" you said, and Enid choked on her food.

"What did you say?" she said leaning across the table at you.

You felt Wednesday jab you from under the table and you yelped.

"Uh.. nothing" you said frantically, "Oh shit what was that? Did you guys hear that I think coach is calling me. Gotta go."

You basically flew off the bench and sprinted back across the courtyard disappearing as quickly as you came in.

"She is not very bright" Wednesday said and Enid stared daggers into her.

"You have some explaining" she growled

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"So you mean to tell me... Y/N got drunk, showed up at our dorm, called you pretty, and then kissed you, before passing out on my bed?"

"Yes that is precisely what I told you" Wednesday replied as the group stood around her interrogating her in her own room. Her place of solitude.

"And then you disappeared practically GHOSTING her, leaving her to worry in her feelings, just for you guys to be JUST friends again?" Enid followed up

Wednesday nodded, "Yes."

"You are your own worst enemy you know that" she said ready to lunge at the shorter girl at any moment.

"I don't quite see the issue" Wednesday grumbled,

"She clearly has feelings for you. The infamous Y/N Y/L/N has feelings for YOU, Wednesday"

"I have to second Enid on this" said Yoko

The rest of the group nodded in agreement.

"Do you have feelings for her?" piped up Xavier

"I-I don't know" Wednesday replied crossing her arms in slight discomfort, "I enjoy her presence and conversation is far from unpleasant"

"You need to tell her" declared Enid.

"Absolutely not."

"Why not" she cried out in desperation

"Because, I refuse to fall victim to ridiculous teenage love or the Addams family curse. I will not become my parents."

Enid threw her hands up pacing around the room in frustration.

"It isn't all bad y'know" said Xavier, "It never even crossed your mind that maybe it's worth a shot"

Wednesday could tell he was projecting from his prior attempts at gaining her affection.

"Not in the slightest. I would rather be hit by a train than become my parents."

"Are you at least coming to the playoff game tomorrow?" Yoko asked in defeat and Wednesday hesitated.

"I guess another social outing wouldn't hurt."

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What Wednesday wasn't prepared for was the sight of your body getting slammed as the other team sacked you once again. She could feel your anger from the bleachers as you got up and headed for the sidelines.

You grabbed one of the linebackers roughly by his pads. He was supposed to be protecting you and were clearly giving him a piece of your mind due to his piss poor performance.

These were the times she wished she could read people's minds.

Your friends were nervous. Your team was down 17-21. 18 seconds left.

Wednesday watched as you received the snap. Your eyes scanned the field as you caught a glimpse of George running a slant towards the endzone, two players chasing him but he was just slightly faster. You also noticed that your linebackers had failed you again.

You cocked your arm back and chucked the ball with the deadly aim you were known for just as three bodies smacked you to the ground.

You let out a bloodcurdling yelp but the crowd cheered as you realized that George had caught the ball and scored.

Wednesday watched with baited breath when when you still hadn't gotten up. She remained frozen when your coach ran on to the field and the medics from the infirmary began taking off your helmet. You were out cold.

At this development your friends quickly ushered out of the stands and headed straight for the infirmary.

When they got there you were lying in one of the beds, still unconscious. Bianca and Enid were talking to the nurse and Wednesday just stood over you. Her heart was betraying her mind as she ached to just reach out and touch your face.

Maybe she was denying her feelings. Maybe you'd break her walls.

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Wednesday had refused to leave until you woke up. She wanted to berate you for getting hurt, wanted to kill those dumb linebackers for not protecting you, but most of all she needed to see you. Awake and well. For her own peace of mind.

When you began to stir she sat up straighter and watched as your eyes fluttered open.

"Hello Wednesday" you rasped out.

"You're stupid. How could you get hurt like that. You worried Thing to death" she said her stoic face ever present.

"Mmm, for sure" you groaned as you tried to sit yourself up.

"Just admit you care for me Addams."

"And lie to you? I thought you understood our mutual value of trust."

"I think you're lying now" you said closing your eyes again.

"Then you're a fool."

You didn't reply letting the comfortable silence pass between the two of you. You didn't even hear her get up from where she was sitting. All you could feel was her cold hand push a strand of hair behind your ear.

You opened your eyes to see her looking down at you with a fondness you'd never seen her show anyone before.

"I'll kill them." she said, her hand still lightly touching your face. Her slender fingers traced down your cheek and along your jaw.

"Who?" you chuckled

"The ones who were supposed to protect you."

"Not if I kill them first" you laughed, "They were just outsized and I'm sure being slammed around doesn't help their brain."

"It sure doesn't help yours," her hand left your face and you subconsciously leaned for it missing the fleeting contact.

It didn't go unnoticed by Wednesday.

#wednesday addams x reader #jenna ortega x reader #wednesday addams #wednesday #addams x reader

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marilynthornhilllover · 1 month

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Hi, Can I have a request on "strict mommy!Morticia addams" x reader?

Darling can I be your favorite?

mommy!Mortica Addams x fem! reader

Warning: smut , indecent language , reader being a brat , punishment , dress code restrictions , spanking , vampire kissing method , slight drawl of blood , praise kink , degradation kink , choking kink , spitting kink , pet names in French , slight hair pulling , finger teasing , fingering , orgasm denial , mommy kink, slight tiny after care.

You and mortica's relationship was very photogenic - meaning that no matter what aspect you looked at it from, you will always find something absolutely breathtaking. You and mortica were completely inseparable, your love for each other was as strong as European poison.

You and mortica had been married for two years, today marking your 3rd year anniversary together. Mortica had already planned something of her style for you. Today was your day and she's gonna make sure that you enjoy it to the best of your ability.

She first insured that Wednesday went to a teens camp far away where she wouldn't be able to ruin anything, and that pugsley went to golf practice with his father.

The morning started off great with soft neck kisses, breakfast in bed, and a warm bubbly bath.

You were preparing yourself in your shared bedroom as mortica also prepared herself in the bathroom. You had picked a skin tight maroon dress with an open back and slit sides to wear to dinner but you hadn't confirmed it with mortica - matter of fact you haven't even told her you bought it and had planned to wear jt.

When you were both newlyweds she'd never allow you to wear inappropriate clothing out of the house or atleast when she's not around. But that was a long time ago, maybe she'd allow it since it was after s special occasion and plus she's gonna be right there by your side.

You pulled your dress, pulling it down your legs alittle as you tried fixing the slits at the side. you hadn't even noticed that the raven haired goddess was staring at your body through the mirror. You felt her gaze burning through you, averting your eyes to hers she emerged from the shadows, her heels clicking with every step that she took.

You smiled at her, which she returned but it was a far cry from what she was thinking. Maybe seeing you in a dress like this for the first time without warning did something to her. Her hands gently snaked their way around your hips towards your abdomen giving it a slight squeeze pulling your body towards hers.

She let out a sigh while maintaining eye contact in the mirror.

" this dress is a bit short no?" You chuckled before turning in her arms. Her freshly washed hair engraved with rosemary and lavender from her shampoo plus her perfume were both intoxicating, and the way she looking at you made you want to lose you sanity.

" Yes but I can wear a stocking under it" you replied only this time she chuckled. Her eyes were always dark and showed no emotion but something about you wearing this dress in public set them ablaze as something more than lust and desire swirled around in them.

" your not wearing this dress y/n" it's not that mortica was the jealous type but she was very protective when it comes to property that's hers. It's not something that you hated, just something you tried to avoid. Too be honest there was nothing totally wrong with the dress, no excessive cleavage was being shown just your back and half of your thighs were exposed to human eye.

But for mortica that was way too much skin. Not that she didn't want you to dress up, for some things are for only her to see.

" Oh come on mortica, please, I mean tonight is our night" you spoke in a voice that usually gets under her skin, hoping that this time it would But tonight mortica was standing on business. But so were you.

" y/n I said no, now go change into something else, maybe the dress I bought you for your birthday last year" she quirked her eyebrows when you rolled your eyes but chosed to ignored it, she had no time for foolishness or else she'd have to pay a fee for being late to the reservation.

She released her arms from your body before proceeding to walk back towards the bathroom.

" I'm not changing anything, im wearing my dress as it is" you muttered under your breath fixing your hair. You didn't expect mortica to hear what you said, you barley spoke, it was as if you whispered but of course she heard. She's mortica Addams.

Mortica stopped in her tracks before slowly turning around to face you. She felt her lips curve into a sly smirk before her feet took her back to where you were standing. Swiftly she grabbed a fist full of your hair and tugged on it, you whined as your back arched onto her.

" that you hated them" you whispered noticing how much power she held in her eyes.

" what did I say about brats darling" her voice was smooth and sultry as her hot breath tickled your neck. Her grip only got tighter every second that you waited to answer. You groaned before making eye contact with her in the mirror as your hand held the one that she had in your hair.

" and what else?" She asked pulling harshly on your hair again demanding an answer. You squirmed as you could already feel how damp your panties were becoming.

" f-fuck but you love punishing them, tish please" mortica laughed as she released your hair, shoving you up against the wall, her thigh pressing against your clothed center.

" begging already ma chérie?" She asked in a deep husk voice, Feeling as her knee shifted against your clit while her hand found it's place around your neck squeezing gently. You bit your bottom lip staring into her eyes. She chuckled darkly before her lips connected with yours in a deep and meaningful kiss.

The kiss was Passionate at first causing mortica to take a further step by biting your bottom lip causing you to moan into her mouth giving her the perfect entry to slip her tongue into your mouth. You were already breathless for this woman, completely on your knees and at her mercy, ready to obey and work like a slave just to impress her.

She deepened the kiss, her tongue flicking against yours in a war like manner, it was clear that she was the dominant one, the mommy.

She pulled away from the kiss dragging your bottom lip along with her, causing you to let out a needy whine but it was already obvious that you won't be getting what you truly desired from her, after all this was a punishment. Hearing your Ridiculous cries for pleasure must have set of something in her, because it just added fuel to the fire.

She pulled on your lip a little more drawling blood, you winced pulling away from her completely as you gently bit down on the opening to seize the bleeding. Mortica smiled before sighing. She turned around and walked away from you before proceeding to sit down on the edge of the bed.

She clasped her legs at the ankle and sat elegantly, her perfectly toned legs and pretty face always did a number on you. And God you loved everything about her.

" crawl to me darling" she whispered her voice laced with pure lust. You breathed a slow chilling breath shuttering at the way her eyes ran over your body. The way her eyes gazed upon your body made your knees weak. Now you knew why gomez couldn't handle all of this. She was too much to handle in the bedroom.

" did I stutter? Or are you choosing to disobey me even more?" Her tone of voice was very Authoritative and her eye contact burning through you wasn't helping. She shook your head, a silent ' no ' before you slowly got down on your knees. you began to crawl towards her, still maintaining the soul snatching eye contact.

Her dark eyeliner and eye shadow, allowed her siren eyes to appear more vividly providing her with the most perfect, what people say " hawk eyes".

Arriving at her feet, completely at her mercy you looked away, who dared you?.

She grabbed your jaw and held your chin in her grasp firmly, not giving you the chance to look away.

" you were always such a good girl for mommy.... what happened?" You knew it was a rhetorical question, so you didn't answer but something in you told you that you should have. Her grip on your jaw tighten before she leaned in towards your face.

" when i tell you to do something you fucking do it, am I understood?" God.... the way she holding you, looking at you, speaking to you was enough to take you out. Her tone was very Orotund. You swallowed heavily, you could hear yourself breathing hard.

" Yes mommy" you replied and she smirked. But you should have know that something else was coming behind that smirk.

" good girl" she whispered beside your ear as she hesitated to nibble on it. You heard her chuckle darkly before she released a long frustrated sigh. You thought nothing of it until you felt a strong grip in your hair pulling your head back a little forcing you to look up at her.

" now your gonna bend over mommy's lap and allow her to punish you right baby girl?" You nodded and she smiled, running her tumb along your lips in a soothing manner, you opened your mouth and took her fingers in. Mortica gasped but only returned you a dirty look. She pressed her tumb flat against your tongue, a silent request to leave your mouth open.

She pursed her lips and spat in your mouth, slowly watching as her Saliva dripped into your mouth and drizzled on your tongue as if it was honey. Smirking she spoke up again.

" swallow" again you obeyed before getting up and bending over her lap. You felt as her warm hands caressed your inner thighs before pushing your dress up your ass. She massaged your butt cheeks for a while, preparing you for what was too come.

Suddenly a loud spank came down on your left ass cheek. You cried out as you clung onto the duvet.

" count for me ok?" You nodded. She spanked you again, your eyes rolled have as you tried to ignore that pain as best as possible. You could hear her deep voice above you, smoothing and comforting.

" 1 " you spoke, voice already becoming hoarse.

" such a good girl for mommy" she replied before her hand came down again with another blow, gentle rubbing the area for you.

" f- fuck 2," you spoke, but she went even rougher now. She moved towards the other cheek and spanked it, hand snaking its way between your thighs and upwards towards your core, finger tips gently brushing against your clit.

" fucking slut, disobeying mommy's commands, I had something so special planned for us and now we're going to be late hmh?" Another spank was giving. At this point your eyes were slightly puffy as tears started flowing from them. And Mortica was already proud of her work.

She slowly pushed two fingers into your cunt before swiftly removing them, your hips pushed back in attempt to chase her fingers but another blow came down on your ass.

" I said to count bitch" she spat harshly causing you to choke on your own cries obeying her order and continuing to count every time a smack was given.

" you want mommy to fuck you huh? Such a whore that you wanted to wear this dress for mommy at dinner?" She thrusted three fingers into your pussy, curling them as her finger pads gently brushed against your g-spot causing you release a pornographic moan in which your eyes rolled back.

At this point you had already lost track of what number of slaps she'd given you. The effect mortica had on you was dangerous, she was like a human drug. One had you'd die for, one that you craved daily, one that you just simply couldn't resist, one had you absolutely needed to survive.

Mortica thrusted her fingers into you slowly, going as deep as her knuckles allowed her, your greedy cunt already begging them to stay as you clenched down on them. She could already feel your orgasm coming, ridiculously fast.

She removed her fingers and chuckled before spanking you one last time before holding you by your waist and sitting you upwards on her as you straddled her hips.

She leaned towards your ear and whispered.

You were hot, needy and sweaty. Not to mention sexual frustrated and absolutely left deranged. Mortica smirked before kissing your forehead as she slowly trailed her finger nails down your abdomen making you shiver.

" put on something better, we leave in 5 minutes and when we get home I'm gonna fuck your brains out til I remind who you belong too" she pushed you off her, leaving a ghost peck on your lips before existing the bedroom.

You laid down on the bed for a couple more minutes catching your breath, you couldn't wait til later tonight, because maybe just maybe, when she said she'll be fucking you brains out.... it just might be the other way around, but either way, there's enough big straps available in your sex basket..... waiting patiently to be used.....

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bouncybongfairy · 2 months

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Hellooo Could I request for Felix Catton please? Where’s maybe Oliver is so obsessed with Felix’s girlfriend, the reader to the point where he killed her because “if I can’t have you, no one can” troupe and all and like then Felix witnessed it and all angsty sad thingy so sorry if’s dark but thank youu so muchh 🥰🥰✨💖

Till Death

Oliver Quick x Fem Reader

Summary: After you and Felix starting going out, Oliver began developing an unhealthy infatuation with you. Anytime someone laid their eyes or hands on you, it made him feral. One night at a party he finally caves in to his depraved urges.

Word Count: 3.0k+

Ref Account: @kaionyx

TW: Stalking Kink, Blood Kink, Knife Kink, CNC Kink, Nasty Smut.

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It was the beginning of the spring semester at Oxford University. Everyone seemed to be in a joyous mood, coming back from Christmas break completely decked out in mommy and daddy’s money. Grades are reset and all your friends are saying “I think a 7am lecture every Wednesday and Friday will be refreshing” or “I'm actually going to keep up with my canvas discussion questions this time around.” The best parties of the year are during spring semester, because everyone's stress levels are relatively low. Oliver was planning on heading to a house party with you and Felix. Both of you were friends before Felix and you got together so you two always invited him out when partying. Oliver always obliged in these invites but not for the sake of friendship. He liked keeping tabs on you, watching you get drunker and drunker. You were such a know it all in class, always raising your hand. Yearning to be a teacher's pet, going the extra mile to be the perfect student. Seeing you at night gave Oliver a high stronger than any bump he could take. Watching that innocent good girl facade fade away with the more wild you became after getting intoxicated drove him crazy.

It made him furious when he saw the way Felix handled you, he was so sweet and gentle. It was so obvious that you craved a stronger hand. Wanting so badly for anyone to dominate and to remind you of your purpose. The way you flaunt your body around, practically begging to be shoved to the ground and taught how to act properly. Currently all three of you are getting ready in the dorm Felix and Oliver shared. You were in the bathroom leaning over the sink, your hips pressed against the edge. Your mouth was hanging open while applying mascara, Oliver was watching while making small talk with Felix. Who had his face buried deep in his closet looking for something to wear. Everytime you leaned closer to the mirror the oversize shirt you wore rose up, revealing your panty line.

“Maybe just a polo, nothing too crazy,” he said, pulling out two options.

“How much time before we go!” you called out from the bathroom.

“10 minutes!” Oliver replied.

“Shit!” you gasped, rushing to finish. Felix was completely distracted, putting his shoes on and getting his things together. His phone went off every five seconds, after a while he finally went to see what all the buzz was about.

“Fuck, Mason asked me to pick up a few bottles. Oliver, will you stay and walk with her and I'll meet the two of you there?” he asked.

“Of course, see you there mate,” Oliver held back a scoff, Felix was such an idiot. Leaving you there for him to do… well, whatever he felt like.

You kissed Felix goodbye and unraveled the hot rollers out of your hair. Fluffing it out before circling hairspray around it. Applying the last few touches like lip gloss and perfume. It was around 11pm and the weather outside was nippy. You being half dressed were feeling the effects of this quite viciously. The two of you were making small talk, mostly about the weather or school. Oliver didn’t give a fuck about what you were going on about. He was using it as an excuse to watch you, shiver and shake. The way your teeth were chattering together was driving him insane. The house wasn’t even a mile from campus but your heels were slowing the both of you down a bit. Like a wounded little animal hobbled by the wolf chasing it. This hummored him, thinking about how this would look if you were alone. The street lamps shining down, the light reflecting off your tan moisturized legs. Your lustrous jewelry also catches some of that light, practically calling wandering eyes to your body. Speaking of, your body was barely covered. Wearing a tube dress that barely covered your upper thighs. The material was cotton which meant it hugged you tightly. Fuck, he felt like he could see your goosebumps through it when he looked hard enough. He hated that Felix didn’t correct any of this. If you were his, he’d never let you walk about like that, any guy they passed had his eyes on you. Focusing in like you were their prey, it made his heart race. Bubbling with anger and jealousy, wanting to rip their throats out because he knew what they were thinking. Finally getting to the party, Felix was already a couple shots in, obviously his side quest went a bit off the rails. Giving you a quick kiss before going back to entertaining ‘the boys’ who were quite sweet on him. Annoyed by the lack of attention, you poured an overly generous amount of liquor into your cup and headed into the living room. Where the speakers were blaring and a large group of people were dancing all together.

Oliver sat on the couch, plastic cup in hand watching you. At first, your moves were more reserved. Keeping to yourself, dancing next to people rather than on them. As you suck down your liquor, your moves are becoming less modest. Now dancing against your friend, her manicured fingers gripping your hips. Oliver didn’t drink anything from his cup yet, he didn’t want to lose too much control over himself. Nor did he want anything to impair the focus he had on you. Sweat was starting to bead on your body and your dress was riding up. He liked noticing all these little things about you, the shift in your demeanor and attitude once you were drunk. Normally you were sweet-mannered and shy but when you were fucked up, you were more bratty and vulgar. Not afraid of acting out, practically screaming for someone to put you in check. He ripped his eyes off you and looked over into the kitchen. Seeing Felix down another shot, eyes practically drifted in two different directions. His girl who was way out of his league is half naked and drunk surrounded by wandering hands. He was so oblivious and stupid. Looking back your direction and his jaw dropped. You were standing right above him, hovering over where he was sitting on the couch.

“Why don’t you ever dance?” you ask him.

“Hmmm?” he asked, as if he didn’t hear you.

“Any time you come with us to a party, you never get like -hiccup- get crazy,” you say, sinking down to sit next to him. Now whispering in his ear whenever you spoke.

“I do, I just pace myself,” he leaned in.

“Sure, whatever makes you sleep at night,” you giggled, pulling a joint out from behind your ear.

“You’re sparking up here?” he asked, cocking his eyebrow.

“You gonna stop me?” you asked, smirking and lighting it.

He felt all the blood in his brain rush down towards his dick. Almost lunging at you, like it was the perfect invitation to finally break you down. Your charm bracelet jingling everytime you bring it to your mouth for a drag. He chuckled to himself, remembering how just hours earlier you were eagerly raising your hand, hogging the attention from the teacher. Beaming every time she reaffirmed your answers, ‘amazingly accurate’ or ‘well done’ things like that that made you practically jump with joy. Now you were double fisting and practically sitting in your boyfriend’s mate’s lap. He was at his breaking point, feeling like his entire body was on fire. Like every atom and cell in his body was pushing him to take you.

“Maybe we can get out of here? The air is starting to feel sticky,” Oliver says, standing up.

“Oh of course! I was starting to feel the same way, especially after dancing,” you said, standing up and following him. Holding on to his belt loop, letting him lead you out of the house.

Once the two of you finally got outside, your body was having a sublime reaction. Due to you being hot and sweaty, the cold weather outside was causing water vapor to come off your body. Oliver could feel his mouth salivating, watching you hands shake and you brought the joint to your mouth. You offered him a hit several times but he declined, enjoying watching you become high out of your mind. Making drunken conversation as you walked, digging into your purse and looking for your pen after the joint was smoked down to the crutch. It wasn’t until you started walking that you realized how fucked up you were. Even when you really try to keep your balance, you’d sway and wobble from time to time. Looking at your phone, checking the stats on your recent post. So preoccupied in your own little world that you didn’t notice Oliver was no longer with you. Dropping your phone into your purse and looking around, calling out to him. The street no longer looked safe and quaint. After standing there doing circles trying to locate him, you gave up and started the walk home. Or at least back to their dorm room. Clutching your purse and trying to fight through the pain your heels were giving you.

Oliver was watching from about fifteen or twenty feet behind you. Seeing you look around with that unsure and scared expression on your face. Eyebrows furrowed and your eyes wide and glossy. Stumbling over your own feet as you walked around in circles looking for him: completely defenseless. You dropped your pen and bent down to get it, unknowingly exposing your backside to him. As you walked you kept pulling your dress down, the cold starting to get to you. He continued to follow, hiding in plain sight like in front of a parked car or mailbox. You were beginning to feel paranoid, hearing leafs crunching or being spooked by dogs barking. Pulling out your phone and ringing Oliver, frustration and uncertainty written all over your face. Amused and aroused by your fear, he would throw a pebble in your direction. It hit your heel and made you jump and fall onto the ground. The road did a number on your knees, both of them now bloody and dripping down your shin. Now crying, feeling overwhelmed and frightened. Oliver had to hide his smirk as he came over to ‘rescue’ you.

“Where did you go! I literally fell!” You cried, reaching out for him to help you up.

“I’m so sorry, I don’t know how we got separated- here let me carry you back yeah?” he asks with a sickeningly patronizing tone.

“Really?” you asked even though he was already picking you up. His cock was throbbing while looking down on you. Mascara running down your face, teeth chattering and bleeding like a hurt little bunny. He carried you the rest of the way bridal style. Resting your head on his shoulder, complaining about your knees everyone in a while. It wasn’t long until the two of you finally made it back. He lets you stand up but once you put your weight on your legs you start wobbling, using him to support yourself. He grabs your forearm quite roughly and pulls you inside. You were confused as to why he was being a little aggressive but brush it off. Walking over to Felix’s bed and plopping down, finally taking your heels off. Oliver locked the door and jammed a chair underneath the doorknob. Taking notice of this, you start to question him,

“How will Felix let himself in?” you ask.

“Enough of that. Pretending you care about him,” he said, turning to face you.

“I don’t- I care about him,” you say with a mix of defensiveness and disbelief.

“I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt. Maybe you’re in denial or just too prideful to accept it but you don’t care about him. You think he’s stupid and want more. It’s okay, just admit it,” he says, walking slowly towards you.

“Why are you acting like this?” you asked, confused to where this was coming from.

“Me acting like what? Calling you out on a fact? You’re one of those girls who likes to think she’s confident and calling the shots at all times. In reality all you really want is someone to turn your brain off. Take complete control over you and fuck you until you fall apart. Completely brain dead, only worry being when a cock is shoved in your stupid fucking throat,” he said. Tears stinging your eyes, and insecurity flooding your mind as he continued,

“Would a girlfriend who cares about her boyfriend leave him at the party without even checking on him? Simply to go home early with his best friend to get fucked into the matress,” you said, now hovering above where you were sitting on the bed.

“Not. True.” You said, crossing your arms.

“No? So you wouldn’t mind if I see how wet you are? I have a feeling you’re soaking through your panties as we speak,” he said, getting on his knees. In your head you wanted to immediately reject him, but in your gut you didn’t want to stop him. It was true, you did want someone who was rougher with you. That’s not only aroused but not scared by the concept of hurting you.

“I mean if you don’t want me to please, feel free to stop me,” he said, resting one hand on your knee and the other slowly sliding down your thigh towards your pussy.

You felt like a whore, knowing that you should be stopping him. Shamefully justifying this betrayal with the fact that you haven’t had gratifying sex for a while. Felix was of course dominant and it wasn’t that he sucked at fucking or anything. It was just that he didn’t really understand the whole mental side of it. Also he didn’t want to hurt you. Whenever you made the suggestion of slapping you in the face or choking you a little past your limit, he got nervous. Never really doing these actions with full commitment. The tips of his fingers began to trace your slit, as predicted you’d completely soaked the lace material. Finding a weak spot in the lace material, he uses his fingers and rips a hole. You gasp and go to press your legs together; he moves his hands to your knees, stopping you from closing your legs. His hands were stinging the scraps, you grip onto his hair from both pain and pleasure. Ripping and pulling at the strands as hard as you can. Oliver kept looking up, watching your mouth hang open and the most pornographic moans slipping out. Pulling out the whore he knew you were deep down inside, feeling powerful knowing he was doing what Felix could never. Pulling his hair so damn hard was only building onto the pent up anger and jealousy he had over you. He pulled back, saliva and wetness dripping down his chin. Looking down at you, completely deranged and desperate.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked. As you went to respond, he shoved his bloodied fingers into your mouth. Pressing your tongue down, pushing his digits down your throat. You gagged which caused him to laugh before continuing.

“What was that?” he teased, becoming more aggressive. His index and pinky finger were pressed against your cheeks, his nails scratching you.

Finally pulling out and smacking you with the same hand. Even though you were drunk and high off weed and adrenaline, that took you off guard. It burned and the fact that his hand was soaked in your saliva and blood felt embarrassing or humiliating; maybe a bit of both. It made you overwhelmed with turmoil. Something that should be so shameful left you wanting more. Longing for something more painful and intense. The rush and exhilaration of pushing the limits of your emotional and physical boundaries was like a drug you never had before. He grabbed your hair and forced you to the ground, onto your knees. You winced as you fell to the ground, eyebrows furrowing and a moan coming out of your mouth.

“Aww does that hurt?” he asked, tilting his head to the side. Smacking his cock against your lips, smearing pre-cum over your mouth for a while.

“You deaf? Answer the fucking question,” he said, grabbing onto your hair with both hands.

Feeling like this was a trick question, your instinct was to stay quiet. He yanked your hair, showing that he was becoming impatient with your stubbornness. When you open your mouth to answer, he shoves his cock down your throat. Being merciless with his pace, pounding into your mouth, having no regard for your feelings; and you were loving every second of it. Oliver was noticing you were finding a bit too much pleasure in this. Arching your back and rocking your head back and forth. Looking down he sees your hands on the floor supporting yourself. He steps on them, slowly putting more and more weight down and trapping you to the floor. Panic started to set in once you tried pulling your hands away and couldn't. He gathered most of your hair into one hand and used his other to cover your nose. Completely blocking your airway. Oliver watched your eyes widen and your face become beat red from a lack of oxygen. Every time you pulled at your hands or gagged around his cock he would twitch and moan.

“Don’t pass out on me yet, be the good little slut you are and hold on a little longer,” he said, shaking your head by the nose when he noticed your eyes getting glossy and foggy. He finally pulled away, you were sucking in deep breaths. Slowly coming to and he picks you up and lets you fall on the bed.

“Sorry love, I just needed you more pliable for what’s next,” he said, pulling out his pocket knife.

He flips you over onto your knees, shoulders pressed against the mattress. Again, not having any regard for you, he shoves himself into your dripping cunt. Fucking into you slowly, you thought he was being gentle after how aggressive he was being. In reality he is scoping out a good place to carve his initials onto your ass. Using the tip of the blade to make the first mark, you screamed. Not expecting the sudden sting. The entire time he was creating a slit in your skin he would degrade and tease you. Acting sympathetic but really just getting off on owning and marking your body as his. Making you fear and worship him in the sickest way possible. The panic and fear in your scream going straight to his dick, not being able to control the erratic rhythm of his thrusts. He admired his initials becoming less legible due to the blood starting to cover it. He added a few random slash marks on the other ass check, just so the other cuts wouldn’t get lonely. Dropping the knife onto the floor and playing with your ass as he fucked into you. Spanking you causing the blood to fly around, onto your lower back and his face. Once he was done playing, he flipped you around onto your back. You looked smashed, like a hot fucking mess. Seeing how brain dead and broken you were was sending him off the edge. Wrapping his bloody hands around your neck as he came in you. Finally claiming your body, showing you the true purpose of your mouth and pussy. He got up and went to the bathroom to wash up. Smirking as he washed the blood off his face and body. Felix walked in, completely drunk and high out of his mind. On top of that, in shock from seeing your body on the bed, bruised and covered in blood. Screaming and crying attempting to wake you. In so much shock he didn’t even notice Oliver walk out, grinning from ear to ear.

“Fucking idiot,” he scoffed.

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midnightmoonkiss · 1 year

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Bloody Kiss

Wednesday Addams X GN! Vampire! Reader

Blood was something that never bothered Wednesday, in fact.. she’s become quite accustomed to the taste after having been dating you for almost a year now.

You who drinks blood for lunch, and maybe as a treat after dinner.

You, a vampire.

Or, well, more accurately a ‘hybrid.’ Blood and human food, you required both to live.

Of course, it’s only pigs blood. As if Nevermore would allow it’s more fang-y occupants to consume human blood on a day-to-day basis, it’s far too expensive.

Besides, Nevermore is already on rocky terms with Jericho, no need to worsen it with the knowledge that donated blood would go to them and their blood thirsty residents.

Fake blood and pigs blood are the only options, of course they bring out the real deal for parents weekend but alas, thats once a year.

And so here you are, stuck consuming pigs blood as it doesn’t contain that artificial tang you’ve grown to hate.

Normally other kids stay away from the vampire table during lunch because of the nauseating scent of iron, but not Wednesday. No, sometimes she’d even sit with you. That, or she’d give you a look from across the quad or cafeteria that screams “come sit with me.”

How could you refuse?

She’s basically got you on a leash at this point, not that you minded.

Your lips could be stained a deep red and yet still.. she’d take your breath away with her own plump ones.

It was hard to tell if she liked the kiss or the taste of blood on your tongue more.

You discovered her lack of care for the crimson liquid a few months ago. You had been teasing her when she requested a kiss, taking a big swig of your drink before showing her the redness of your tongue and teeth, thinking it’d freak her out or cause her to rethink herself.

It’s not like you didn’t want a kiss, you just wanted her to know it’d be bloody.

And boy, did she not care.

She didn’t care for that bratty attitude of yours nor the implication that youd think she’d give a damn about something so insignificant. As if blood could deter her when she knew exactly what she wanted.

So, she grabbed you by the back of your head, instantly wiping that cocky smile from your face and replacing it with shock as she crashed her lips against yours. It was almost as if she was trying to prove a point with the way she practically licked all traces of blood from your mouth.

You would’ve been grossed out had you been a normal person. But as a vampire.. she was intoxicating.

You were even more wrapped around her finger from then on.

Her kisses always made you dizzy, but there’s something different in those specific ones. Passion burned like hot embers behind them, you always felt as though you could pass out either from them or the look in her eyes you’d see if you were to open your own during the kiss.

She doesn’t even mind kissing you with human blood on your tongue.. or more specifically, her own.

Wednesday was never one to back away from morbid curiosity, and with a vampire as a lover and her own twisted enjoyment of pain, you knew full well she’d eventually ask you to bite her.

However, she knew just how intimate of an act that was.

Vampires may be ancient, but there was always passion behind a bite. Even if that passion lead to someone’s demise, it was seen as taboo in communities to bite someone without that flare.

So, you’ve never bitten someone before. You were a fang virgin, as weird of a term that was.

The night she decided you would taste her own blood was a moonless one, the stars in the sky being the only things to light up the inky black abyss.

Candles lit up her dark and empty dorm room, prepared and ready for you to sink your teeth into her flesh, the atmosphere beyond romantic.

She whispered poems of devotion against your skin as she pressed gentle kisses against you, relaxing you as she slowly guided your mouth down to her neck.

The second your sharp fangs sank into her pale skin.. she knew she’d be addicted to the feeling for the rest of her life.

The sharp sting, the feeling of blood gushing into your awaiting mouth, the bubbling pleasure and passion from the venom that burned her skin, Wednesday couldn’t help but cradle you against her.

The second you pulled away, gazing hazily into her clouded black eyes, her lips were once again on yours.

Human blood tasted very different from pigs.

Wednesday Addams would never let romance die if it meant she could continue having you just like this.

You’d do anything for her, and the devil himself knows just all the sins she’d commit for you.

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Unplanned | Part seven

Summary: You are pregnant with Mick. It’s not going as planned; in fact, it’s not planned. Everything happens so fast, and everything is chaotic. Mick has a hard time accepting it. You have difficulty realizing that two of you may not be raising this child.

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“I’m gonna go,” He said, clearing his throat. He scratches the back of his head nervously by putting a hand in front of his intimacy to hide his growing excitement.

The next few days followed, and she felt comfortable at the Schumacher house. Corinna was the sweetest making sure she was comfortable and had everything. While Gina makes her see the countryside of Switzerland. Mick already had a few plans prepared with his friends, and he wanted to cancel, but she clearly said she didn’t mind if he wanted to have fun with his friend, and he did.

They haven’t talked about what might have happened that night, but she doesn’t think she can stop wanting him every night since. To feel him near her, that he loves her. And Mick can’t help but want to fuck her whenever he sees her. He does not understand how she could intoxicate him in such a short time. He is a prisoner of her touch, of her look, of her smell.

He had to leave the room several times, so much so that having her next to him made him crazy. Having to hide in his room like a teenager to relieve himself.

“Stop stealing my houses,” she says, pouting.

“Stop stealing my property.” He answers by pulling his tongue.

“Am not.”

“You are.” He said, leaning his body closer to hers.

“I am not,” She whispers, biting her lower lip.

“My God, I love her lips.” Think Mick looking at her lips with envy. His eyes blackened with the desire to kiss her. To capture her pink lips and kiss them until death followed.

Touch her body and possess it again. Do it sober. To take her there, now, in the family room in plain sight. So that everyone knows that she is his. Just by this thought, his cheeks blush, and an erection begins. She smiles wisely, knowing very well the effect she has on him.

He apologizes and leaves the room quickly. She giggles gently before fondling Angie’s head lying at her feet. She takes her phone and looks at the photos of the last few days. Mick is not present much, but those where he is, are her favourites.

But, there is something or other someone who comes to tarnish this beautiful picture of reunion.

He feels terrible cause he still hasn’t told her that he will be leaving in a few days for Australia with his friend. It was only on the 29th that he came to her room and told her he was leaving a few hours later. She was obviously surprised and didn’t expect him to go this quickly. He was leaving her alone, like most days he did. But she didn’t say much. She was just upset that he wasn’t willing to put her first. But she remembers that she’s not his girlfriend and she is just some girl he got pregnant with. So why would he actually care about her and her feelings? Maybe because they really grew close together during the short time they had.

Mick wasn’t aware of all the thoughts that were entering her mind. Something changed when Nina came to his house with Jake to pick him up.

He met Nina at the party in Abu Dhabi. She’s so different from Y/n. She’s popular and beautiful to most people, really superficial, but she’s nice and doesn’t judge him or anything. They met a couple of times after that, and he liked her. She’s good in bed, and she makes him forget about Y/n.

When she saw her. Running into Mick's arm and kissing him all over. She really felt her heart stop. She wanted to throw up. “How stupid can I be?” She thinks, going back to her room. She didn’t want to see them or anyone, actually. The only thing that mattered was to get out of this house, of this country and away from him as possible. “How could he lie to her like that? Why didn’t he mention that he got himself a girlfriend?”

She didn’t know why she was this upset, but maybe it was because she thought something was between them. Something more than just tension and this pregnancy. She could feel it and see it. She wasn't unaware of the effect she had on him. She was fully aware of all the moments they spent together. He was genially happy and excited. So why didn’t he mention he had a girlfriend?

He left with his friend and his new “girlfriend.” without looking back. He felt terrible because he knew he had broken her heart. He saw her leave with tears in her eyes, and he wanted to go after, to be with her. But nothing is simple, and he can't just be a jerk to Nina. “Then why am I a jerk to Y/n?” He also didn’t tell her he had stopped talking to her because he had found someone else. She cried a bit, but she knew he wouldn’t invest in it that much.

She left on the 30th for Canada, joining her parents for the new year. She spends the rest of her time at the Schumacher in her room, avoiding his mom and sister. “God, she hates their pity looks.” Only thanking Corinna and Gina, who had sad eyes, feeling bad for her. She promised to send a few pictures after the new echography. She didn’t say much when she came back to her parents. She spent the entire new year looking through her phone and watching Mick having fun on a Yacht, smoking and drinking, and getting a lap dance from his new girlfriend. She doesn’t know why she was upset that much, but she was. She cried most of the night, listening to the videos in loops.

The first few weeks of January were pretty calm. She went for the second echo. She is now in her second trimester. The morning sickness has stopped, and she can finally eat normally again. She received messages from Mick wishing her a Happy New Year and asking about the baby, but she didn’t respond to any of them. She was mad and didn’t know why she was mad at him, but she was.

It’s the 15th of January that she got the news about her baby. During the appointment, she felt kind of overwhelmed and sad. For the second time, she was alone with the doctor, looking at the screen. Unable to see anything clearly, and making her cry. The only thing that reassured her was the sound of his little heart—valiantly pumping its little heart.

She was happy but felt a bit empty that Mick wasn’t there. She wants him by her side, with her, away from that bitch. A wave of anger invaded her, and she thanked the doctor, leaving the consultation. The little pictures of the ultrasound in her hand and the little recording of the heart in her phone, she puts on her headphones and presses start to listen to that heart beating. The heart of her baby.

Sitting on a bench outside the hospital, she remains there for a good thirty minutes, caressing her belly with her eyes closed, waiting for her mother to come and take her home.

“Y/n. Y/n. Y/n!” Her mother yells, taking off her headphones. “Can you answer when I call you?”

“Sorry I didn’t hear.” She apologizes, gets into the car, and looks out the window.

Only when she returned to the comfort of her home that she calls Corinna, as she promised. Her mother disapproves of all of them. She wants her daughter to be happy and this pregnancy to be a wonderful time for her, but nothing goes as planned, and it upsets her.

“Yes, Corinna, the baby is perfectly fine. It has all his legs and all his arms. I’ll send you the picture of the echo in a few minutes.” She repeats for the fifth time.

“And how are you? You don’t do anything too physical?”

“I’m well. Stop worrying. The morning sickness finally stops, and I feel more like myself.”

‘‘Perfect! Do you have everything? Did Mick text you?” Corinna asks again, asking lots of questions at the same time. A tear rings in her eye. The mother of her child’s father is more worried about her well-being than the father himself. And this is a blow to her.

“He did... I just didn’t have the time the answer him.” She responds with a ball of emotion in her voice.

“Something happens? You can tell me. I have no problem getting him back on track, Liebe.”

“No, it’s me. I just... I shouldn’t discuss this with you, and I must go. Please stop sending hundreds of messages every day.” She asks quickly, finishing the conversation as soon as possible. The pressure in her voice does not allow her more words.

“Y/n?”

She starts crying. “Fucking hormones!” She wanted Mick for her, with her. She’s upset about being so emotional about it.

Corinna looks at her phone and sees that something is wrong. She knows she doesn’t have to interfere in her son’s life anymore, but it’s starting to take a lot of time. She appreciates very much, Y/n. She is a lovely and intelligent girl, much better than that Nina scoundrel that her son brought home a few times.

Mick tries to call her several time after talking to his mother. She looks at her phone, not wanting to respond, but it’s finally the fifth call that her mother has responded to.

“Y/n?”

“No, it’s her mother.”

“Can I speak with Y/n, please?” he demands.

“Can you stop harassing my daughter? Don’t you think you already make her feel miserable? You can tell your mother that too, and she doesn’t want to talk or see any of you.” She says harshly, leaving her daughter, who tries to get her phone back.

“I don’t understand.”

“Well, it’s too bad for you.”She says sarcastically.

“Wait... you can’t talk to me that way!”

“I can talk to you the way I want. You already change her entire life for her. Don’t you think you have done enough?”

‘‘We were two that night.” He says, trying to defend himself.

“Oh please, she doesn’t even remember much of that night. You probably abuse her or something like that.”

“Mom, stop it.” Begged her while trying to grab her phone again.

“This boy needs to know he can’t mess with you just because he’s rich and has a famous surname. You have feelings too, and I don’t want to see you down again because he wants to get every girl he gets pregnant.”

“What?” Mick offends on the phone.

“Don’t play innocent young boy. We saw the video of you and your girlfriend. So now, you return to your girlfriend and forget about us, and we can take care of this ourselves.”

“It’s my baby too.”

“Well, you should have thought of that before going to Australia and letting her all alone in your home with your mother and sister. You didn’t even pick her up at the airport.”

“I...”

“You lost your voice? It’s not about you and never will be. Now leave our family alone and forget we told you about this.” She hung up before he could say another word.

Mick was pitchless. Never in his life had he thought he hurt her. He is an imbecile, and how can he think you wouldn’t mind him spending time with his friends while you were alone at his house? He’s so stupid and starts crying, looking at his mother and sister.

“I can’t believe she talked to you that way. What a crazy woman.” His mother is offended.

“Mom.”

“Of course, you can have some time with your friends.”

“Mom...”

“She’s not your girlfriend, even though the other is not great. It’s a good thing you stop seeing her.” His mother says, going into the kitchen. Mick gets up from the couch and walks outside.

He walks, he doesn’t know where, but he needs to walk away. Away from his mother, his home, her, Nina, and everyone. Why does no one understand that this whole thing is so difficult for him, too?

Gina sighs while watching Mick leave. She knows he needs to be alone, but she needs to understand to help him even though she orders her mother not to get involved in the affairs that keep her. She is still her big sister, and it is her little brother. He’s in pain, and he clearly needs advice.

She takes two glasses of juice and goes out to join her brother. She finds it a few minutes later, returning from the field towards the barn.

“Mick. Stop torturing yourself like that.” Gina says, sitting next to him. “Drink that juice. It’ll do you good. It’s not your fault.”

“But of course, I had something to do with it! Of course, I had something to do with it! I didn’t wear a condom once. Just once! I didn’t have any, and she wasn’t aware of basically anything, and I was the one who wanted to do it. I’m the one who insisted! Result, now, she pays for everything. Not my fault? Fuck, but you don’t understand.” He yells, smashing the glass into one of the barn walls, going out like a madman to the garden, and punching the door in his path.

“Mick!” Yells Corinna, getting out of the house.

“Was, Mom!" He yells back. “Sie haben recht..” What, mom! They are right.

“Was?” What?

“Wir schrieben wochenlang, bevor ich Nina sah."He admits. “Sie ist außergewöhnlich, aber ich hätte nie gedacht, dass sie mich mögen würde. Und am Tag bevor ich ging, waren wir zusammen im Bett. Ich hielt ihre kleine Beule und sie sagte, sie sei endlich glücklich, mich an ihrer Seite zu haben. Ich bin derjenige, der kein Kondom anziehen wollte. Ich bin derjenige, der sich nicht um die Folgen gekümmert hat, und jetzt lebt sie mit ihnen. Don’t you understand! I fucked up! I fucking fucked up!” We texted for weeks before I started seeing Nina. She’s extraordinary, but I never thought she would like me. And the day before I left, we were in bed together. I held her tiny bump, and she said she was finally happy to have me by her side. I’m the one who didn’t want to put on a condom. I’m the one who didn’t care about the consequence, and now she is living with them.

“Well, she was there...” Corinna tries to confort him.

“She was drunker than I was.” He screams. “She wanted it, but I should have stopped because I was more conscious than her. She didn’t even realize I jerked into her.’‘

‘‘I...”

“Kannst du aufhören, so naiv zu sein und denken, dass ich nichts falsch mache? I fucking bred her because I was so amazed by her. You know what I felt that night when I was into her. I thought about how much I wanted her to be mine forever, how I wanted her to have my kids and be my wife. We only met for a few hours, and I was already under a spell, and she didn’t even know it.” Can you stop being so naive and think I don't do anything wrong?

“Schatz...” Honey

“Ich liebe sie, ich liebe sie, mom. But everything is going too fast. She’s already fourteen weeks pregnant. In 26 weeks, she would have our baby. I love her. Ich habe das Echo auf meinen Homescreen gesetzt, weil ich den ganzen Tag an sie denke. During the new year, all I could think about was her. How I wanted to be by her side and not Nina. I know I fuck Nina, but I moan her name. That’s why Nina broke up with me.” I love her, I love her, mom. I fucking put the echo on my home screen because I think of her all day long.

Corinna didn’t know what to say to all this. She was speechless, and she now has a way a more precise portrait of the situation. She sighed and took her son in her arm. How could she be so blind about all this? About her son? About Y/n. Of course, this sweet girl wasn’t the problem. He was, and he needed to take responsibility.

She sighs, taking her broken son in her arms. She lulls him for a few minutes while he calms down, and she thinks about a solution. Gina is in the background with tears in her eyes at her brother's distress. She has never seen him so collapse, and it hurts her heart.

Corinna’s mind is thinking a thousand times an hour. How would this young woman forgive her son? How will he do it? Or will he do it? How?

“You go to her. Invited her to ROC, and we can fix this.” She whispers in his ear.

“I...”

“You take the first plane to Canada tomorrow. Go to her. Will think about the rest later. Baby, ich weiß, es ist nicht einfach und diese ganze Situation ist nur Scheiße, aber wenn du sie liebst. Geh zu ihr und bring sie zu dir.” Baby, I know this isn’t easy, and this whole situation is just shit, but if you love her. Go find her and bring her to you.

Mick takes the time to think about his mother’s idea before approving it.

The following day, he jumps on the next plane available for Canada, which is a three-connection, but he doesn't care at this point. He waits hours for his next connection at the Charles de Gaulle airport. Trying to think about what to say or do.

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she's the man au - the nightshades throw a party and they decide to play 7 minutes in heaven. Enid and Wednesday find themselves stuck in a closet for 7 minutes

Tags: wednesday pls stop teasing Enid, Enid is suffering (in a good way) and they're stuck in the closet, featuring fucking into thighs

Usual au stuff happens, Enid switches to he/him in Wednesday POV etc etc

"it's unfair," Wednesday starts, her eyes narrowed as she looked up at Enid, her back to the blond.

Enid smiles, a strained one as he tilts his head. "huh?" gone was his usual raspy tone and in place was something high pitched.

It was adorable one can say and rather nice to hear.

Although that may be because she knew he was like that because of her.

Wednesday played with the cock lying inbetween her legs and carefully swiped her thumb across the tip. Enid gasps from behind, shuddering and knocking his head onto his side of the closet, a noise akin to a whimper spilling.

See? Adorable.

"that you wouldn't allow this-" Wednesday tugs, a smile forming when his breath hitches and he groans, head falling onto her shoulder. "to be inside me."

Enid takes a shuddering inhale as he noses at her neck. They've been closer lately after she decided to ambush him about his knot and never has Wednesday been so... Elated before at these circumstances. Sure, she would need to intiate as one does but a few weeks has passed and Enid has been reciprocating without her needing to do a thing nowadays.

Like right now.

His hands are digging onto her hips and she can feel him thinking about whether he should ruin her uniform or not.

Wednesday honestly wouldn't mind seeing such an outcome.

Enid kisses at her skin. "I just want our first time to be special," he murmurs, ever so sentimental as he untucks her shirt from her skirt to slip his warm hands across her stomach. "you deserve a proper place to be mated in than a closet."

Wednesday humms, closing her eyes and leaning back as he pressed open mouth kisses along her shoulder

It's sweet, but she can feel how hard he is inbetween her legs and if she were to shift forward just a bit - She could slip him inside before he knew it.

It's tempting and she can feel her breath turn heavy when that lovely head bumps against her clit when he shifts.

She purposefully forgone her underwear, hoping it would tempt him enough to take her once they were alone but ofcourse the boy she had to be enamored with was sentimental.

Even when she's practically dripping on him, he wouldn't dare.

It's chivalrous, absolutely honorable and by the gods is Wednesday tempted to see how he would act without all that restraint.

But, she's endeared by his honor and so she tilts her head and kisses at his jaw before holding that lovely cock and grinding down.

A moan spills from Enid's lips and already she can feel his pre smear against her palm. "weds-"

"if you aren't going to fuck me," Wednesday starts, tucking herself further into him and making sure to press that intoxicating heat against her clit with every thrust. "then I'll do it myself."

"m sorry," spills from his lips and those nails of his grew enough to dig a sweet pressure against her skin. His hips jerk and Wednesday let's out a breathless sound when he pulls back, his head almost teasingly pressing against her slick entrance before slipping past and pushing against her clit once again.

It's torture and the dubauched sound of so close yet so far rings along the closet when he speeds up. Wednesday tightens her thighs around him, a pleased sigh escaping at the way he rolls his hips against hers.

It isn't sex, not truly but atleast she knows that he wants this as much as hers.

But then, Wednesday feels herself get pushed and pressed against the other side of the closet. She gasps in surprise when her skirt gets grabbed and pulled up before a stuttered moan slips when that lovely cock comes, teasingly pressing and applying pressure at her core.

Wednesday's heart raced, is it finally happening?

It could've, if the closet door didn't abruptly open, showering the two panting students with light.

"hey fellas, yall sound like you were having fu-" yoko pauses and just as fast, the chatter of the others silenced as they take in sight they were seeing.

Enid acted fast enough, having already tugged back down Wednesday skirt when he heard a click, leaving her uniform to be ruffled and her hair messy when the closet opened.

The werewolf however, was left with his pants on the floor and his cock out once again. It didn't take much for people to put two and two together, not with the fluids staining the bottom and the flushed heated air inside.

"that good?" yoko teases, grabbing onto the door and shutting it slightly to give them some privacy. It didn't hide Enid from her eyes though. "you look rather frustrated Addams, is Enid not a quick shot?"

Enid didnt know what to say, letting out a horrified "im so sorry," as he quickly brought his pants up and tucked everything away. His reaction strained against the pantleg and he winced before fussing over Wednesday.

Wednesday simply pressed her head deeper into her arms, letting out an irate breath as she side eyes the smirking vampire.

"fuck off Tanaka," is all she says.

#She's the man au #Writing #Smut #Wenclair #Enid Sinclair #Wednesday addams

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Wip wednesday

I have not posted in a bit, but! I promise progress is being made. This scene came out nice so I'd like to share it with you all. A steamy reunion, under the cut 🥰

1995

“Mav,” he pants into Mav’s mouth, unable to tear himself away even for a moment, even so he can speak. “Mav, this is a bad idea.”

“I think I remember you saying that last time,” Mav rumbles, nipping at his lip. “God, Ice, I missed you.”

He pulls Ice closer, and Ice arches against him, rubbing their bodies together because the truth is he missed Mav too, damn it. He remembers Mav tasting intense and intoxicating, but it’s still a shock when he bursts full flavour into Ice’s mouth, as vibrant as ever even though they’re half a decade older. Still stealing all the attention in a room, still demanding that he be front and centre.

And maybe it’s the wine, but he doubts it. It’s more likely to be the letters that Mav has sent him over the years, the pictures that were tucked into those envelopes, the little drawings by Bradley that sometimes were shared with Ice despite their value. It’s more likely the easy dialogue that has evolved between them, and okay yes, it’s Mav’s thick and delicious scent and his warm hands holding Ice close and how he makes Ice’s heartbeat thunder. His kisses are addicting, and Ice has always needed more of them, but he's certain they wouldn't be so lovely if Ice didn't also find the man giving them to him so damn attractive.

He starts working Mav’s belt, fumbling with it since he’s not exactly breaking away from Mav’s mouth to look, kissing him until he needs to gasp in a breath. “Mav, I mean it,” he says, but he’s pulling open Mav’s pants and undoing the buttons on his jeans. “Mav, we shouldn’t, we really shouldn’t–”

“Shh,” Mav mumbles against him. “I don’t have a problem with fucking my CO. Don’t worry about it.”

All Ice does is worry. But there’s no room for the future when the now is so overwhelming, when Mav is shoving his underwear down and then Ice has his hands on Mav’s cock, hot and hard for him. He hasn’t had sex since he broke up with Mav and he goes a little stupid, a little desperate. He needs it. Oh, fuck. He needs Mav.

“Mav,” he says, and sinks to his knees. Mav growls, sticks his hands in Ice’s hair, and guides him in.

Ice gets his lips around Mav’s cock and he’s throbbing and wet at the tip already, and he can’t think straight as Mav bursts onto his tongue in full flavour, musky and salty and thick, and Ice is shoving his face up and down like his life depends on it and Mav has his hand on the back of Ice’s neck and is hissing encouragement and praise and Ice palms himself and grabs what won’t fit in his mouth and Mav is lightning and the storm both, and Ice's eyes are tearing up and he’s not breathing because he’s too busy trying to swallow Mav whole and Mav is letting him–

Mav shoots his load down Ice’s throat and he’s never been greedier for it. Mav’s sweat is thick on his thighs, and Ice eventually lets go of his dick so he can rub his face through it, not thinking of anything besides getting as much of Mav on him as possible.

“Shit,” Mav mutters. He runs a hand over Ice’s head. “Ice, fucking hell.”

Ice’s heartbeat is thunder in his throat. Mav hauls him up and then picks him up, Christ how is he so hot, even if it’s just to sit Ice up on the bench that’s clean because Mav cleaned it, an alpha came into his house and didn’t even ask before making it his own, Mav didn’t even ask and he didn’t need to ask because there’s only one answer that Ice could have given–

Mav roughly undoes his fly and leans down and Ice has to dart his arms out behind him so he won’t just fall down when Mav finds him and starts sucking him. Mav has always been good at this, always known what to do with his tongue and what pressure Ice had liked, but Ice had thought after a while he’d been imagining it when he’d jerked off to the thought of Mav sucking him, but nope, it’s just as good as he remembers; better, even, because it’s real–

He doesn’t last long. Mav licks at him afterwards, slow and easy, and Ice shudders through it. Has to stare up at the ceiling because he can’t look at Mav, not right now. God damn it, this was supposed to be easy, coming back here. It was supposed to be a part of the plan, but Mav has never been a part of any plan he didn’t come up with. He’s never been interested in anything but upsetting the table and resetting it to a configuration that suits him.

Mav pulls off and leans up to him, bracing his weight on either side of Ice’s hips. Ice stares at him, still panting, eyes wide.

“Yeah, I thought you were still just as gone on me as I was on you,” Mav murmurs, and Ice can’t say anything, because anything that comes out of his mouth right now will only be damning. “I had to fuck you at least once in here,” he continues, eyes glinting. “You’re not staying in this shithole, are you?”

“No fucking way,” Ice manages, voice hoarse. Trying to muster his thoughts into something coherent as if Mav hasn't just sucked his brain out through his dick. “Gotta go shopping for a new house and a new car.”

Mav laughs, then leans in to press kisses along Ice’s collarbones, dragging lips over skin. “You wanna stay at mine?” he asks. “Can stay in my bed. Keep me warm through those cold Californian nights.”

“Shut up,” Ice says weakly. “It’s summer, you idiot.” He takes a breath. Nuzzles against Mav’s cheek. “Yes, fine, I’ll stay with you.”

“Good, because the second bedroom is Bradley’s,” Mav says. “And I don’t think he’s interested in giving it up.”

Ice gets his arms around Mav’s shoulders and squeezes him close, feeling their hearts beat through their skins, and admits defeat. He brushes the old plan aside as he kisses Mav’s temple. He starts setting the new pieces up as he cups Mav’s face in his hands and kisses him, so, so sweetly. Nothing like what the desperate animal inside him wants, but enough for now. Because if Ice has his way – and one way or another, he usually gets his way – then Mav isn’t going anywhere. Mav is here, and Mav is his.

The new strategy takes shape, and Ice holds the lynchpin in his arms and plots.

#icemav #iceman #maverick #top gun #tg #wip wednesday #mine #my writing #draft is 76k now can i get a yeah boy in chat

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hgejfmw-hgejhsf · 5 months

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WIP Wednesday

I went digging through all of my WIPs, and I found one that has only gone so far as to be translated from speech to text by me as I drove home from my parents' house over Thanksgiving. It was originally meant to be part of a different upcoming fic, but the boys decided they were not in the mood for angst in that particular situation, so I moved the angst somewhere else...for now.

All my thanks to @kiwiana-writes, @leaves-of-laurelin, and @littlemisskittentoes for the tags today! Look at me, getting my post done in the afternoon instead of an hour before the deadline! Does this mean I will change my ways? Absolutely not. But let's pretend, just for today, it does.

Later that night, they make love in the bottom bunk of the very same bedroom where they both once spent a sleepless night pondering how their story was supposed to end. To Alex, it was meant to be somewhat of a fairytale, with the happily ever after written in looping script on the final page. To Henry, there was nothing else it could’ve been but a tragedy. If only Henry had known then that they were still at the beginning of the book. Alex comes with wet, flushed cheeks, peppering kisses on every inch of Henry’s skin that he can reach. Henry trails behind him, but only by a few words now, rather than an entire chapter. He whispers I love you to Alex‘s temple, his neck, the hollow of his throat, and down his sternum. He presses it against his ribs, as if he might carve the word there for Alex to carry with him. He cries it out, mixes it with blissful laughter and watches as Alex swallows it down, growing intoxicated by the mere sound.

Gonna throw some tags out into the world for some peeps whom I am always interested in seeing the goings on within their docs: @ships-to-sail, @sparklepocalypse, @anincompletelist, @heybuddy-drabbles, @inexplicablymine, @affectionatelyrs, @rockyroadkylers, @happiness-of-the-pursuit, @ssmtskw, @suseagull04, @indestructibleheart, @vanillahigh00, @cricketnationrise, and @oneofthewednesdays. Tag me, forever and always, so I can read your lovely creations as they're being created!

#wip wednesday #rwrb fic #rwrb fanfic #rwrb fanfiction #my fics #my wips #rwrb #firstprince #firstprince fic

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alexanderlightweight · 11 months

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that Pray to the Hunter prompt was so cool, I felt like I was in a dark epic fantasy, I got goosebumps. any chances of a follow up for the wednesday prompt?

i'm glad! i hope you enjoy this!

lumine

Alec stares at Fray’s mundane with a disgusted look on his face as he activates several of his runes. When Fray finally steps back, wiping her eyes and kissing the mundane on the cheek, he takes his opportunity.

There will be plenty of time to talk things out with his siblings later, there are more important things to fix.

Fray screams as Alec catches the mundane, having knocked him unconscious a moment before.

“Mundanes don’t belong in the shadowworld. This should have proved that. I’m going to get him checked over, we have no idea what a mundane could have picked up from a vamp den.” Alec ignores the little girl as he cuts his palm with a bone knife and carefully marks two runes with blood on the outside of the mundanes clothing.

It won’t kill him and it will keep him safe from the elements while Alec runs. There's far too much death energy on him after killing the vampires for it to be safe otherwise.

“Alec? Where are you taking him? Jace, he broke my wrist earlier and you’re just going to let him take Simon? He hates Simon!”

“Well technically,” Izzy says, with that smug voice that Alec just knows a smirk is stretched across her lips. “Alec has a duty to protect Simon and one to train you. I’d say Simon is the lucky one in this scenario.”

Whatever Fray is screaming next is gone, lost to the wind as Alec heads for the largest source of magic he can find.

It feels similar to the wards of the Institute and Alec respectfully cuts his palm, leaving an imprint and impression of himself to the hungry, curious wards. It means that he’s unprepared for the High Warlock to actually open the doors.

Alec is practically finger painting with blood and he stills before he finishes the last curve of the rune. It brightens as it activates and the wards welcome its power eagerly and Alec feels ice trickle down his spine.

It’s intoxicating, like waking from a fever to a face full of frost.

“Oh, your death and blood magic are exquisite.” Alec is being told and he smirks, nodding smugly as hands — he scowls at first until they touch him, warm and strong — and then he tips into them. “I think Edom liked how you tasted a little too much, darling. Come sit hmm? And this… ah a mundane. Camille’s work by the looks of it.” Alec means to explain how the mundane is involved, but the grip his ancestors have on his soul is finally fading.

The icy cold is receding to be replaced by an intense warmth that is warming Alec soul deep.

The greyish-white haze that’s lingered like a veil over Alec’s vision passes and the deep ache in his bones slowly starts to melt away.

“It’s a heavy burden, to bear the deaths of your ancestors.” Magnus murmurs above him and Alec shrugs, because it was never that to him.

“I want’d something tang’ble.” Alec tries to explain because the power in his family’s bones is so much deeper than his connection to Raziel. However, words are hard and he’s crashing, the toll of feeding death to his ancestors making him sluggish.

“And the closest thing you could get to tangible, was the bones of your kin.” Magnus murmurs above him and Alec doesn’t really hear him, too interested in the embrace of sleep.

A hand presses to his face and Alec can’t help the gasp he lets out in his sleep or how he pushes up and into it without knowing.

Magnus sees it though and he notes it down even as he sends the mundane through to Catarina’s ward. He’ll be put in a magical quarantine there, to ensure the vampires left no lasting damage on him and Magnus, well he has a shadowhunter to introduce to tangibility.

#lumine writes #writing wednesday #writing wednesdays #pray to the hunters #malec #shadowhunters #magnus bane #alec lightwood

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eufezco · 1 year

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Best Friend!Vampire!Reader and Tyler love to gossip, and they're the biggest Wenclair fans

You always come into the Weathervane and sit on the same table. Your eyes are wide open and your eyebrows are arched looking at Tyler. He looks at you in the same way, needing only that look on your face to know that you have some good gossip to tell him. You wait for him until his break. Your legs bounce under the table because you can't wait longer to tell him. Tyler is serving the table next to you and his eye involuntarily moves to you.

"Bianca and Xavier." You mumble and Tyler gasps 'oh my god'. He quickly glances at the clock on the wall to see how long it was before his break.

He prepares yours and his favorite drink and he is ready for you to tell him everything you knew. He's so into what you tell him, always wanting to know more.

"I think it's his fault. He's always in a bad mood. She must have gotten tired."

"No way. Bianca seems to be so self-centered. It's very clear that he has broken up with her because everything is always about Bianca."

"No. You don't understand. Like, he's super weird. It's definitely not because of her."

Tyler always brings to the table the latest news about everyone that visits the Weathervane. Being a part-time barista had to have something good. But nothing compares to what goes on in Nevermore.

"Ajax dumped Enid last night."

"No." Your friend couldn't believe what he was hearing. You nodded and took a sip of your cup of hot chocolate.

"She came to Ophelia Hall crying and said she didn't want to hear from him anymore."

"Poor Enid."

"I know, right?"

You both took a sip of your drinks at the same time.

Two days after that, you entered the Weathervane and he was on the other side of the bar, getting ready someone's coffee. You leaped on the bar, almost jumping to the other side of it, your hands holding your weight and your sudden move almost ruining Tyler's heart on the milk. You frowned after noticing. For whom he was drawing hearts on the coffee besides for you?

"They were kissing."

Tyler stopped what he was doing to look at you.

"Who?"

You raised your eyebrows. "Ajax and Enid."

"She said she was over him!" He said loud enough for everyone in the cafe to remain silent.

"I know! Wednesday and I went into our dorm and they were there! Almost eating each other!"

Tyler was shocked. "Wednesday saw them?"

You pressed your lips together and nodded.

"And what did she say?"

"She said nothing, she just turned around and left."

"Oh, that's bad."

You agreed with him. This was your favorite thing to talk about. He was best friends with Wednesday. You were best friends with Enid, and you shared a dorm with both of them. You always had something new to tell each other, even if it was that they exchanged a longer gaze than usual, or that they slept together that night.

You lived for both of them.

"Wednesday needs to confess."

"She will rather die than do that."

"I know, but she needs to do it. She can't lose Enid like that." After that, Tyler tried to talk with her friend about it in the most subtle way he could. But maybe telling her that when you have feelings for someone the best thing you can do is to tell them before it's too late wasn't a good idea because Wednesday answered him with a:

"Then what are you waiting for, Tyler. Xavier is getting really close to y/n now that he's single." And she left Tyler there, with his knees almost giving up at what she said to him.

The next day instead of sitting in front of you at the table, Tyler sat next to you. It was intoxicating how close he was to you, his warm arm against your cold one, and Tyler showing you photo on his phone.

"Oh my god–"

"I know." He answered you.

Wednesday took that photo herself in the full length mirror of your room. Enid was kissing Wednesday's cheek. Wednesday was being kissed. That could only mean one thing. There was a text message under the photo. "Your turn, loverboy." Tyler quickly scrolled and hid the message, but it was too late because you already read it. You wished Wednesday was talking about you but you couldn't help but think about that coffee with a heart that he was making the other day.

"Did Wednesday tell you anything about it before she sent you that photo?"

"Of course not! I would've told you! Did Enid tell you anything? Did you know about this?"

"No! How would I know?"

There was a pause.

"So, it's like official? Are they are dating?" Tyler asked.

"Apparently."

"No not apparently." Enid talked behind you too. You and Tyler turned around immediately after. The two girls were holding hands. Enid more radiante than ever, on her tiptoes and doing little jumps of joy. Wednesday by her side, her fingers intertwined with Enid's. Still looking unbothered and apathetic but with a little sparkle in her dark eyes. She was looking at both of you dead in the eyes when she talked.

"You should stop sticking your noses into other people's lives and confess once and for all that you have feelings for each other."

#wednesday #wednesday fluff #wenclair #tyler galpin #tyler galpin imagine #tyler glapin smut #tyler galpin angst #tyler galpin fluff #tyler galpin x you #tyler galpin x y/n #tyler galpin x fem!reader #tyler galpin x reader #wenclair fluff #enid sinclair fluff

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stoned-eren · 1 year

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minors dni!!!

bartender!eren who noticed you started to come in regularly. at first he took notice because of how cute you were. when he started talking to you, he was immediately drawn to your charm and charisma, and how hilarious you could be when you were tipsy.

bartender!eren who knows exactly how you like your drinks. he's memorized your order

bartender!eren who wears a little bow tie with his uniform. you told him his bow tie was cute. he wears it all the time now.

bartender!eren who slowly starts to see you more like a friend then a customer. he talks to you about everything and anything. he'll tell you funny stories about some drunks that he had to deal with the other day, or simply rant about how much he wants to be home. you two can spend hours talking about nothing.

bartender!eren who looks forward to seeing you every week during his shift. he knows the day you come in, every wednesday. it's the highlight of his week.

bartender!eren who becomes smitten with you. he feels himself growing hot every time you enter the bar, waiting to be served by him. he finds himself getting nervous and red in the face when you stare at him for a little too long or giggle in a certain way.

bartender!eren who actively ignores any advances from any other girl, especially when you're around him. he won't be rude, but he gives off a "don't talk to me" vibe. he focuses all of his attention on you, sometimes forgetting that he needs to take other girls' orders.

bartender!eren who always drives you home every time you get too plastered. he makes sure you get to your door every time.

bartender!eren who wards off any potential creeps or guys that try to hit on you. he eyes them down, making sure they're not trying anything. his intense gaze usually scares them away.

bartender!eren who listens to your drunken rants, big or small. he is always supportive. listened to you rant about clothing sizes for 45 minutes once. he simply nodded and poured you another drink.

bartender!eren who comforts you after a bad breakup. you're sobbing, broken and intoxicated. he lets you stay with him after hours, giving you company while you let your emotions out like a flood.

bartender!eren who tries to be professional but has such a hard time when you're wearing a shirt cut that low. he steals glances everytime you're not looking.

bartender!eren who drives you home after you had one too many long island ice teas. you invite him inside, giggling as you close the door behind you.

bartender!eren who now realizes just how drunk you are, as you plaster his neck with kisses.

#just little blurbs #eats him #eren x you #eren x y/n #eren x reader #attack on titan #aot #snk #shingeki no kyojin #writing.exe #eren yeager #eren jeager #eren jager #eren attack on titan

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kingfyre · 2 years

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– all those times are now memories (bye, my first…) | n.jm

There was no one like Na Jaemin. As beautiful as a flurry of glittering snowflakes drifting and swirling down from the sky with grace and tenderness, always an overwhelming kindness and compassion flooding out of his actions like water bursting out of a broken dam.

Just as much as you loved him – everything about him – you thought he felt the same.

PAIRING. na jaemin x reader

GENRE. fluff, angst, college!au

WORD COUNT. 4.3k

WARNINGS. profanity

TAGLIST. @moonlightjeno, @haikchoo-main, @adorablele

NOTES. this is a repost ! took the time to reread this again after such a long time and good god (derogatory)... still reposting though because this was my first born (read: first attempt at a longer fic) and it still holds a special, little place in my heart

JAEMIN HAS never been one to wait. Coming home, there was rarely a day where you didn’t find yourself smothered and doused with kisses, his lips always so eager and starving. He’d be so impatient, wouldn’t even give you the time to set your things down. Your shoes would still be on, but you’d kiss him back just as hungrily, as if you had waited years to finally lock lips with him. As if decades had gone by without a mere glimpse of his sweet, absolutely marvelous smile.

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Jaemin hated Mondays. Aside from it being the start of another dreaded week, you’d constantly come home late on Mondays, complaints about Mark prolonging dance rehearsal on the tip of your tongue. He’d jump up from his place on the couch, the tv playing on as he rushed to your drooping figure leaning on the doorway. His arms would wrap almost instinctively around your waist, hauling you up in a warm embrace.

You’d exchange shy smiles, foreheads against one another’s, greeting each other with quiet mumbles of hellos and how are yous. Once his lips were pressed against yours, all your complaints vanished, his kiss more intoxicating than anything you’ve ever drunk. He never failed to take all your grumbles away, his tongue dancing with yours, constantly drowning you with all his love. Mondays were exhausting, no doubt, but Jaemin never ceased to find ways to keep you up.

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Tuesdays weren’t anything special. They were busy, the day filled with everything but a tiny break for you two to enjoy in each other’s company. Jaemin left early on Tuesdays, leaving you to the empty sight of his side of the bed. Maybe it was just you, but waking up on Tuesday always seemed so quiet.

Tuesdays weren’t anything special. But Jaemin made them special. The cute good morning texts he’d send when he knew you were finally awake always had your cheeks reddening, always sending a flood of warmth up your neck and into your face. He’d leave you little notes – on the fridge, on your bedside table, on the bedroom door- reminding you to eat before you go, to bring a snack with you, wishing you good luck on that test you’ve been stressing about. His love poured out of every word etched on. Jaemin was always right beside you – even when he wasn’t.

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Both you and Jaemin looked forward to Wednesdays. Wednesdays were movie nights. Hand in hand, you’d come home with Jaemin, arguing about whose turn it was to pick the movie. You’d listen to the sound of the popcorn popping in the microwave, the smell of butter in the air as you and Jaemin fetched blankets and pillows for the night. Once settled, you’d still spend at least half an hour bickering over what movie you should put on.

He’d be so stubborn, insisting on watching the same rom-com movie you’ve watched so many times, you swear you could quote it word for word. But when he starts acting cute, eyebrows all furrowed and eyes shimmering, you’d let him win so easily, always so soft for that pout he gives you when he wants something. He’d put the movie on and wrap his arms around you, and you’d both giggle like fools, not actually paying attention and staying up till god knows when.

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You loved Thursdays. The only day in the week where you both could sleep in.

You adored Thursdays. You relished the fact that you‘d wake up to his serene and seraphic face, that only you were allowed to see him like this. You’d sit up lazily, arms stretching upwards as you let out a big yawn, only to yelp in surprise when he pulls you back down to the bed and into his warm embrace. He’d try to avoid your halfhearted swats at him, and you’d grin back at him before he slides his lips on yours again. If you didn’t push him away, protesting and whining about his morning breath, you two easily lost track of time, snuggling with each other for at least half an hour more. If one of you came late to class you’d blame the other and apologize, and with no evident remorse, you’d promise for it to be the last, knowing wholeheartedly it’ll most certainly and never would be the last.

But oh, how you cherished Thursday mornings like they were the last one every time.

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It goes with no saying that Jaemin was a sweetheart; popular and smart, he was near perfect to all the other students, befriending almost everyone he meets. So on Fridays, if you didn’t manage to convince Jaemin to let you stay home, you’d find yourself at another house or club, music blasting loudly and desperately clinging onto Jaemin. You were never one for parties, but seeing Jaemin in those tight, black skinny jeans that hugged his thighs so well, white shirt loosely tucked in, leather jacket on – rather than those jogging pants he’d insist on wearing to class because, oh, but they’re so much more comfortable – affected you more than you let on. From the way he’d smirk at you and tilt his head, you don’t doubt he knew just how crazy he drove you.

When he’d keep his arm around your waist and stay beside you throughout the whole party, a silent claim, like he was afraid anyone would try and take his princess away – that made your heart race faster than you could ever describe. So, you decided Fridays and parties weren’t all that bad.

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Just like your heart and thoughts, your week was full of him. His wonderful smile. His bright eyes full of gentleness, with a hint of mischief lingering behind. His long, slender fingers that interlock with yours and weave themselves into your hair. His rosy lips that shower you with the sweetest of kisses. The way he perked up whenever you came into sight. The cute sounds he’d make- the way his breath would hitch, become shallow and rapid, heart pounding loudly. The way praises and compliments spill out of his mouth so effortlessly. Everything about him.

You loved every single trait and quirk, every wink, every stupid joke he’d make. There was no one like Na Jaemin. As beautiful as a flurry of glittering snowflakes drifting and swirling down from the sky with grace and tenderness, always an overwhelming kindness and compassion flooding out of his actions like water bursting out of a broken dam.

Now, your relationship with Jaemin wasn’t perfect. Like every other couple, you two fought. You had your ups and downs, twists and turns, ceaselessly going back and forth with each other. You’d argue about the little things you realize now were unimportant. You’d refuse to talk, just as he, and you’d glare at him furiously, while he’d look at you just as infuriated, head slightly tilted down, his gaze drilling holes into you from under his eyelashes. But the glares and fights and silent treatments never last.

Like him, you craved attention, you needed his love and affection. You wanted nothing more than to make up and melt in his arms. Swallowing your pride, you’d approach him, head down, apology and excuses at hand.

Occasionally he’d beat you to it. Sometimes, he’d walk up to you and shimmy himself into your arms, mumbling almost incoherent apologies- hasty and hollow apologies- and you’d echo those same promises back, albeit knowing it wouldn’t be the last time this would happen. Still, you two would be so relieved, so thankful, so sorry, that all that mattered was you were with each other again.

Just as much as you loved him – everything about him – you thought he felt the same.

So when he broke up with you on a Sunday, you didn’t cry. When he uttered those words that were now like lead and acid, your heart stilled and like glass, it took a blow, a crack slowly spreading as you took it in. But still, you didn’t cry. Instead, like it was one big joke, you chuckled breathlessly, eyes wide, telling him how bad of a joke that was. But he wouldn’t meet your eyes, his gaze zipping from one place to another – like everything else was suddenly so interesting. He said nothing else, gave you no explanation, no apology, no excuses, leaving you to wonder what reasons could he have- why the happy ever after you both envisioned, was ending here.

When did it start? Where were the signs? Why was it ending just like this?

It was like a jolt back to reality, awoken from a dream now lost. You nodded, smile long gone, eyes having had lost their sparkle and looked down. You didn’t cry – but you didn’t feel anything either. Body and mind numb, you let out a soft noise of understanding and nodded again.

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The low hum of Jaemin’s laptop greets you as you come home late the next day. There are no kisses, no hugs – no Jaemin throwing his whole weight on top of yours. All your remaining energy evaporates, your legs ready to give out. You feel weak, vulnerable, but you can’t stand letting it show, so you stand there, waiting for him to finally look at you. When he finally looks up he gives you a smile, one that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. Nothing like the loving smiles and shining eyes he’d give you before.

“How was practice?” He asks, his usual enthusiasm reduced to a hushed murmur.

You shrug, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. “It was okay. Like always, I guess.”

He nods, avoiding your gaze once more and pressing his lips together.

“I – uhm – there’s food on the table if you’re hungry.” His voice is so unbelievably hesitant. “Also, I’ll sleep here. So uh – you don’t have to wait up for me.”

He throws you another smile, the kind you’ve figured he does when he doesn’t know what to say. A sob threatens its way up at the back of your throat. It all seems too easy for him. Does it not affect him? Does it not hurt? Does he really not care anymore? Eyes burning and chest tight, you look away, shaking your head frantically in understanding.

“Okay.”

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The apartment is eerily quiet on Tuesday.

This Tuesday there are no notes. Not on the table, not on the fridge, not on the door where he’d usually stick one to wish you a day as bright as the smile you’d give him. Or, used to give him.

There are no texts. At least, none that matter. None from him. You feel pathetic, clinging onto your phone, jumping at every notification you see.

Jaemin leaves early on Tuesdays. But this Tuesday is different. This time, he left with another piece of your heart. And deep down you know, this time, he won’t come back into your arms again.

(Jaemin doesn’t come home that Tuesday.)

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You don’t see Jaemin on Wednesday. Not in the morning, not at lunch, not in the courtyards where he usually waits for you with his friends while you’re in class.

You go home alone on Wednesday. And yet, you still hold hope. You know the chances are less than slim, but you hope Jaemin is home. You hope he’s waiting, a bowl of popcorn in his hands, grumbling about how you’re making him wait. You can’t help the small, bitter smile that emerges on your face. He’s always been so impatient.

The apartment is still empty when you arrive. There is no Jaemin waiting, no popcorn in his hands, no complaints, nothing. Instead, you come home to a note. Lying on the kitchen counter is a bright pink note, very much like the ones he’d always leave you with.

A million thoughts race through your brain, so many reasons, so many scenarios. Maybe it’s an apology. Maybe he wants you to meet him somewhere. Maybe he wants you to get ready, to get dressed in that pink dress and white heels he adored on you, that you two were going somewhere once he came home. Your breath quivers as your hope rises, a nervous feeling spreading throughout your chest as you rush to the counter.

Hopefulness bubbled inside you, lips pressed together tightly. You gulp, whispering – pleading under your breath, for an explanation, for something – for anything to quench the questions and put out the fire of pain burning inside you.

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Hey Y/N,

I’m staying at Jeno’s for a while. This seems the best for us. I know I didn’t- I never- You probably don’t wa-

I’m sorry.

Jaemin

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At first, you feel nothing. Then, it comes in trickles and drops, until it grows stronger, faster, the hopefulness in your chest rotting away, replaced by all the pain you’ve kept locked away in your chest - an overflowing flood of hate, guilt, and bitterness.

For him. For leaving you like this. For abandoning you with no explanation. Did you not deserve one? What happened? Is it something you did? Did he fall out of love? Was that it? You wonder at all the possibilities and you feel the burning desire to hate him, for leaving you in the dark like this. Alone and lost in a maze you were supposed to find your way out together. You want to hate him and you struggle to think of all the reasons why you could, but you can’t. Because he’s Na Jaemin. Because he’s that person who can make you smile even in the most horrid of times. Because he’ll always be that person you hold closest to your heart.

“God Jaemin, god, god, god, I fucking hate you so much.” Stifling back a sob, you pull at your hair, a wail of anguish reverberating throughout the room. To say your heart feels like it’s being twisted and wrenched would be an understatement. Your fingers press the note tightly, wrinkles spreading around the edges.

You swallow back the lump in your throat and wipe your eyes, trying to blink back any tears that threatened to escape. “Jaemin, you absolute asshole.”

Tears stream down your face, eyes stinging and rimmed red. You slam your hand down on the table and you flinch, the impact feeling like a thousand needles prickling your palm. A string of profanities aimed at Jaemin leaves your mouth with no remorse and you heave, fighting for air.

You stumble miserably through the hallway, exhausted, your only source of energy and motivation your anger. You force yourself to change into a pair of clean clothes and lay down on your once shared bed. Your cries turn into quiet sobs when you decide to reach for your laptop, hoping to distract yourself with a movie. But your tears don’t stop. And you aren’t sure if they ever would.

It’s still early when you fall asleep, that stupid rom-com movie still running in the background.

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It’s late when you wake up on Thursday morning, with only three minutes left till class begins. You turn to face Jaemin, a frown placed on your lips, to ask him why he didn’t wake you up. When your eyes meet the empty sight of his side of the bed, apart from the small space the laptop took up, your breath catches, throat tightening and your eyes start, despite your trying not to, tearing up.

You close the laptop before turning away, wanting to get up but feeling too tired to do so, regardless of the whole night’s sleep you got. You wonder if you could sleep all the pain away, to lose yourself in another dream where Jaemin never left, and he’s right there lying beside you.

An hour passes by, then two and three, before you steel yourself enough to get up and brush your teeth. You stare at the mirror for what seems like hours, questioning what’s changed, searching for flaws that could have helped him make up his mind and leave. With every minute you spend, your confidence shrivels, growing smaller and smaller as you debase yourself, looking for anything, everything that could have made him leave. You stutter out a heavy breath as your hands grip the sink.

Trying to reason with yourself, you shake your head, whispers of denial going through your head. Drowning in self loath, you waste your afternoon away, only moving to and from the couch and bed.

You’re lost in your thoughts when you hear the sound of a key being turned, opening the front door. You look up, expecting Jaemin, only to be greeted by the sight of Jeno, holding an empty bag and Jaemin’s keys. He stands stiffly, so unlike his usually relaxed posture, not knowing how to go on. The pity on his face is evident and you hate every bit of it. You waste no time in letting him know. “Get out.”

“Y/N,” he tries softly. “Jaemin sent –”

“Get out!” you scream, hurling the nearest thing you could grab at him when he makes no move to leave. “I don’t care whatever the fuck he said – get out!”

You don’t stop, repeating it over and over again, “Get out, get out, get out!!”

His eyes plead for understanding, wanting at least a chance to explain. You feel angry – you wanted no explanation. Not from him. All you could think of is how cowardly, how low, and how weak it was of Jaemin, to send someone else, instead of facing you himself. Your screams for him to go turn into broken sobs, into a beg for him to leave you wallowing in your sorrow.

“Y/N, I’m sorry,” he sighs, trailing off. “I – I’ll come back – another time…”

The door closes behind his retreating figure loudly.

Hours after he’s gone you continue to shed tears, because what else could you do but cry?

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There’s a loud banging on your door on Friday afternoon. You struggle to get up from the couch and feel as though you’d just been run over by a truck. When you open the door to a frowning Renjun and a concerned Donghyuck, you know you’re in for a dreadful lecture.

Renjun’s frown deepens when he sees your terrible state, quickly letting himself in and closing the door after Donghyuck. Donghyuck doesn’t hesitate to pull you into his arms, his hand rubbing your back in an attempt to comfort you. For the third time that week, you weep, shedding hot and bitter tears, arms wrapping around his torso while you bury your face into his chest. You stay like that for a while before Donghyuck whispers, “Maybe it’d be better if we go sit down, Y/N…”

As you take a seat on the couch, Renjun and Donghyuck exchange uneasy looks with each other. Donghyuck wraps his arm around you comfortingly, not knowing how to ask and worried he might say the wrong thing. Renjun, however, is clear and straight to the point.

“Professor Jung’s prolonging the deadline by an additional week,” he starts, his frown still apparent. “So there shouldn’t be a problem with the project. But you still should’ve told us you weren’t coming today- and yesterday.”

He huffs, grabbing his bag and rummaging through it. He pulls out a folder and places it on the table, and before you could hiccup out an apology, he waves his hand dismissively and clicks his tongue.

“We took notes for you – but if you don’t understand, just know that’s all your fault and I’m not lending you shit.”

A short, breathy laugh slips out of you, genuinely finding great delight in his words. You hiccup and give the two your best try for a smile.

“Thank you.”

“I did most of it, of course.” Donghyuck pipes in. “You know how bad this loser’s handwriting is.”

Renjun shoots him a withering look, his fists raised in a threat, but Donghyuck only responds by sticking his tongue out at him.

You laugh breathily, appreciating the company in what seemed like months in a void of loneliness. The three of you aren’t particularly close; you share classes together, but you mostly know Donghyuck from practice, friendly enough with each other, while Renjun had the luck of being paired up with you two for this semester project. Although you’ve never met up with them for anything other than schoolwork, you hesitantly ask, “Would you guys like to stay for a while?”

Renjun is reluctant, but Donghyuck is all for it, beaming with his enthusiastic nods. You rush to reassure them that they don’t need to but Renjun only shrugs, claiming to have nothing better to do. Donghyuck wastes no time making himself at home, rushing off to your kitchen to go look for food while Renjun calls him out. You manage a grin, knowing for at least a little while, your mind could think of other things, like how to break it to Donghyuck that you ran out of ramen three days ago.

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A week passes. Jaemin still does not come home. Two weeks. You get used to the silence, but you do your best to avoid it – voluntarily staying later to practice with Mark and Donghyuck, leaving the apartment as soon as you’re ready, cooping yourself up in the library and letting yourself be dragged into the occasional party.

Three weeks have passed when you come home and see Jaemin’s keys on the table. He’s finally collected everything he left; there’s no need for him to have it anymore. You don’t know why it affects you so much. You knew he seldom came to get his stuff when you were gone. You don’t even know if he actually came himself or if he’d send Jeno. But you knew one day, he’d have nothing else to get and he’d have no use for it anymore. You knew, and you expected it. But it hit hard; harder than you thought it would.

Donghyuck rushes to your place as soon as you text him, finding you seated on the floor in front of the couch, just staring at the wall like it has all the answers to your questions.

Jaemin’s gone, and he took along with him all his traces.

Jaemin’s gone and so are his things, why do you care so much?

“Y/N…”

“Hyuck, be honest with me,” you laugh out mirthlessly, “this is getting a bit too pathetic isn’t it?”

He purses his lips, taking a seat next to you. He gives you a sad smile. “Well, to be honest, you looked worse the first time we went out drinking.”

You snort, smiling at him wearily, “Really?”

“Oh yeah. Absolutely.”

“So you wanna stay and drink the night away with me?”

“It’s not healthy to bottle all your feelings up and expect them all to go away with a drink, Y/N,” he sighs. “But – you know, I’m never opposed to a drink. But, let’s wait till Renjun arrives.”

He opens his arms and you settle in them comfortably, nesting your face in his chest. He strokes your hair and you burst, tears flowing freely once more.

And so you two wait for Renjun in each other’s arms, quietly talking and an occasional sob ripping out of you. When Renjun arrives, he holds a bag full of alcohol and junk food, along with a stack of DVDs in his backpack and you think perhaps this night could still be salvaged.

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Four weeks pass. Five. Six. You think you’re getting better. You’re proud of yourself. Proud that you don’t spend every waking moment thinking of him anymore. But Donghyuck still makes sure to remind you to eat and Renjun makes sure you do. They see right through the facade you put on for everyone. They know your smile doesn’t quite reach your eyes anymore. But the sparkle in your eyes is returning, you think, slowly but surely. You think you’re getting better – and for a while, you were.

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It’s been almost eight weeks when you see Jaemin in the park in front of the public library. Two months. It’s been almost two months when you see him again, his head on another girl’s lap, eyes closed and that serene smile on his face.

Renjun looks back at you, not knowing why you’ve stopped in your tracks. His eyes follow your gaze, wondering what could have you so stupefied.

Jaemin’s opened his eyes, laughing at whatever the girl’s said, not hesitating to intertwine their hands together. They don’t see you, lost in their own little world, like you and Jaemin used to be. She pecks him on the forehead and he sits up, returning it with a quick and happy kiss to the lips. Renjun’s furious, even more than you are, and you grab his hand when he tries to approach them.

“It’s not worth it,” you say. “Let’s just go, Renjun. Please.”

You don’t let yourself break until you get to the safe confines of your apartment.

Two months.

Two months, for him to forget about you and your two-year relationship. Two months, and yet, he’s already holding another girl, laughing and kissing, while you still sobbed over his stupid smile every damn time you came across a photo of him in your gallery. It took him two months – two months to move on and find someone else.

Was that all it had to take? Two measly months? Was that how important you were? Was that how much impact you’ve made in his life? So little that it only took two fucking months for him to push you out of his life?

You thought you’ve already hit rock bottom, but you realize there was still no end to be seen. You could fool yourself all you want, but you were still falling – spiraling down a bottomless pit of hurt. Every inch of you aches, and even in Renjun’s hold, you feel broken, like nothing could ever fix you and bring back that light in your heart.

Na Jaemin broke you in ways you never thought he would and yet, here you are, still wishing for him to return and piece you back together again.

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