“Babe?!” Scotty yells. I smile, awaiting the moment my girlfriend walks through that bedroom door. It was like my senses were heightened, and I could instantly hear the sounds of her gentle footfall as she went about the apartment, up until she stood behind the door and now, I was just eager. As the door opens, the woman of my life steps in, her face filled with stress and weariness. “Oh, baby. You look so exhausted.” I lean up, my elbows supporting my upper body weight as she nods and sets her stuff down. I don't miss the way her stare trails along my body, I was only wearing a tank top and panties. Braless beneath the top, exposing the outline of my perked-up nipples.
I raise my head and perch on the side of the bed, watching Scotty move toward me like a creature stalking its prey. “What?” I question, Scotty getting down on her knees before me, her pretty hands stroking my exposed thighs.
“You tempt me so easily. What’s with this sight I’ve been greeted with?” She speaks, her hands moving up my shirt, gripping my breasts, and it took everything in me not to whimper at the feeling. “It was hot so; I just took off my pants for a while.” I respond but she didn’t seem to be listening. “Baby?” I speak up. She glances up and lunges towards me with hunger in her eyes, my back instinctively falling against the sheets. “I wanna taste you, Y/N. Let me taste you.” Her voice was so deep, I was shocked at how quick her attitude changed. “Scotty, no. You just got off of a sixteen-hour shift. You need rest-” She cuts me off and hooks her arms under my thighs. “No, I need you. Please, Y/N. I’ll get on my knees and beg if I have to.”
Oh, this was a scene I never thought I’d see.
The warmth and pulsating sensation that was growing between my legs was intense. It took me some time to decide what to do. Scotty's expression was filled with despair; I could see she was desperate, but I was more concerned about her well-being. “Baby, please. I’ll lose my fucking mind.” She speaks again, and I couldn't stop myself from caving in with a single look into her eyes.
“Go ahead, sweetheart.” Scotty's eyes light up immediately at my words whilst I extend my legs even wider. I gasp as she rips my panties off, nearly shredding them to pieces. In the flick of a finger, her head was buried between my thighs, and God, I was on cloud nine. This woman was devouring me in a way that nearly pushed me over the edge. “S-Scotty! Fuck!” I shout, reaching down and yanking on her perfectly coiffed hair, messing it up without a care in the world. On the other hand, Scotty was whining and moaning between my legs as she fulfilled her desperation, which riled me up even more. I gaze down, watching Scotty go to work on my cunt, brows furrowed and eyes closed as she moved her head in various ways, savoring my flavor on the tip of her tongue.
When her fingers found their way inside of me, the pleasure increased even more. “Oh, shit!” I cried. Her fingers were fucking me so rapidly that I attempted to flee away from Scotty's grip, but she merely yanks me back with a single hand on my hip. Scotty emerges from between my legs for a brief moment, her chin drenched with my fluids. “No running away, Y/N. Just come, I want you to come for me. Let me taste you, cherish you. Come on, baby. Come.” Every time she spoke, her fingers hammered harder, and all I could do was let out quick, breathy moans as knots formed in the pit of my stomach.
Willingly, I lift my legs up higher, hands holding them up from the back of my knees. “I’m coming!” I announce, my mouth falling agape afterward while my back lifts off of the bed and I’m releasing all over the sheets. My body shivered and shook, Scotty’s mouth still on me while she took her time cleaning me up with her tongue. When she was satisfied, Scotty kissed up my body until her lips were hovering over mine. With a passionate kiss, I moaned at my taste and she smiles while backing away.
Hello there! I hope you're healthy and well! And oh, I loooveee your writings! They're always great ^_^
Anyways, I would like to request. It's Wednesday Addams x fem!reader. So let's just say Wednesday has feelings for the reader. But she doesn't know how to tell her. And I would love to know how she would react if she saw the reader was being kissed by Xavier. Just love a little bit of angst 😎
That's all, thank you for reading my request!! XOXOXO
Feelings were a fickle subject when it came to Wednesday Addams, despite growing up with two parents whom were blatantly enamoured with one another and didn’t seem to hold no shame in showing their love either. However just because she was the child of Gomez and Morticia didn’t exactly meant that their affiliations for love were an inheritable trait for her to have. However despite believing herself to be as emotionally dead as the dearly departed buried six feet under their own graves, you elicit reactions within Wednesday that made her believe that she was either sick or subsuming to an early death.
The fluttering within her stomach whenever you stood close by enough for her to manage to catch a whiff of what you were wearing that morning; Lavender and and body spray, she would note later on as she found herself burning away the midnight oil one night, describing the scent of an additional character to her novel. She would remove all traces of the character but she had soon found out that she had written so much dialogue between viper and this character; So much so that the plot portrays their coming together in joining forces as a chance of fate in solving the mystery. For Wednesday to remove your insert character from her novel would be to set herself back a couple of pages, possibly chapters, because your character suddenly became a vital part of her story out of the blue and she had already advanced so far with the story that it would just seem like wasted effort.
Another thing Wednesday would always be subconsciously reminded of in her moments of silent reprieve was the way in which her cheeks would heat up whenever you smiled, laughed or outwardly complimented her. She never once cared about what others thought about her nor her personality but it seemed that the moment you started to speak of her in such high praise, that’s when she began to feel herself crave your validation. Wednesday didn’t care how you did it but she just wanted you to praise her, compliment her to high heavens and no one else. She naturally hated how she craved something she openly voiced not caring about but yet here she was, acting the hypocrite just for your appraisal.
She even often found herself actively searching for you in the quad before classes like a puppy dog looking for it’s owner. It was pathetic but recently Wednesday observed that she seemed to go against her own code whenever you nearby. She hated being craved and stalked by others yet she was subconsciously doing the same thing to you but going about it within a more subtle manner; Such as keeping a seat saved for you in the classes that you share, going so far as to threaten bodily harm on fellow students in swapping jobs with her so that she could be with you during outreach day and last but not least, participating in the Poe Cup when and only when you were participating.
Enid had her suspicions that Wednesday had feelings for you but never dared to voice them until one day when she returned to her dorm to find Wednesday awkwardly standing there, picking at her chipped nail polish. Before the blonde could speak up, Wednesday beaten her to the punch by asking a question Enid never thought she’d ever hear her ask. “What…does it mean to like someone?” Enid wanted to scream Ophelia Hall down because her intuition about Wednesday had been right. However Enid knew she’d have to save the celebration for later as she had a friend to help in navigating her feelings, so she took a deep breath and sat herself down on her colourful bedding, smiling at her morbid dorm mate. “Who’s the lucky guy, girl and or person?”
The pair talked late into the night and by the time morning had came, Wednesday felt the overwhelming urge to rid herself from pining after you from afar and instead act upon her feelings. Unfortunately, due to her lack of experience within this field, she didn’t exactly know the best way to go about conveying her feelings towards you without potentially scaring you off into the arms of someone else. Who’d knew that the one thing that Wednesday couldn’t seem to comprehend was the fact that she had actual feelings other then disgust, dismay and the obvious morbidity? Wednesday definite didn’t and she was left perplexed at her desk, her head buried in her hands as she raked her nails down her face, leaving red marks in their wake as she attempted to find a possibility in where she could express her emotions that wouldn’t require so much effort being drawn from her.
This new sensation was thrilling to the young Addams as found herself brainstorming a thousand ideas a minute, a majority of which were crumpled up into wads of paper that were then discarded to the black metallic waste bin she kept beside her desk. None of them were good enough for you, she would tell herself the more she drove herself to sheer madness within the thicket of her research. It didn’t have to be perfect, it didn’t have to be a spectacle for others to bask in, overcrowding her moment with their attendance. It just has to be enough for you and to Wednesday by osmosis. However there was one minute detail that Wednesday seemed to have deemed unimportant or intentionally skimmed over due to it’s irrelevance in her grand scheme; Xavier Thorpe.
The boy clung to you like a babe does to their mother. His arm would permanently be seen over your shoulder, drawing you into his side as he spoke to the gorgon, Ajax. Wednesday also didn’t take into account how whenever she saved you seat in class, Xavier would immediately bolt for the spare seat beside yours as he began to animate the doodles on his sheet of paper, watching as they scampered up your arm and burrowed themselves into the collar of your shirt before eventually clambering back down and retreating into the blank sheet of paper once the teacher had entered the room. Even during the Poe Cup Xavier seemed to take it easier on you then compared to the rest of your team, even going so far as to giving you a head start.
Once Wednesday had achieved victory your team, instead of moping and complaining over his teams loss, Xavier only beamed at you with pride as you celebrated with Enid and Wednesday, whom you had slung your arms over the moment you three crossed the finish line; Smiling so widely and bright that he couldn’t help but engrave your happiness into his mind that would later be splayed out on that blank canvas later that evening. Xavier’s constant need to be by your side extended to school events such as Outreach day, where he’d peak over your shoulder at the job you had been given before scavenging the crowd for someone with a matching job and then sweet talking them into trading; Sometimes he -if lucky enough- would have been assigned to the same job as you through pure coincidence.
When the faithful day where Wednesday would finally confess to you finally came, her seemingly dead heart stopped when she caught sight of you and Xavier in the courtyard, standing closely together with his hands gingerly cusping your cheeks as you melt into his touch as though you were the candle wax to his flame; He was uttering sweet nothings and you were obviously moved by them as your hands instinctually reached to grab ahold of the lapels of his blazer, tugging at him in a silent plea for him to step closer despite being pressed up against you another as humanly possible. Xavier was thriving off of your reaction whilst Wednesday was trying to cast her gaze elsewhere but found herself forced to watch as the boy pressed his lips against yours.
Xavier’s golden brown locks acted as a curtain for the both of you as it fell from his shoulders and brushed against your cheek, hiding the fact that you were very much taken by his actions as your hands gripped his lapels tighter while his hands wandered to find home at your sides. That day Wednesday Addams understood what the sound a shattered heart makes.
can you do a baby blurb abt jack harlow in the interview when he says he doesn't drink or smoke but he does for his gf
"you don't drink or smoke at all?" everyone was shock at his answer.
"nope." he shrugged. "i used too before i met y/n. she was reason why i stoped."
"at the beginning of us being together she told me about her addiction through her early adulthood and she's been three years sober and i want to continue to help her with that, so i just stopped."
"jack harlow, boyfriend of the year." the man joked causing the entire room to laugh.
"i mean it helps with my career, i just lock in." jack added. "and you can still have fun without needing a drink."
hey, can you imagine (PLEASE) vinnie being jealous and insecure when y/n finds a childhood friend and she's super close with him?
"vin are you okay?" you knocked on the door of the bathroom.
"i'm fine." he huffed from inside, hoping you couldn't hear him crying. "just go hang out with jake!"
"jake left." that seemed to get his attention and he came out of the bathroom.
"good." he sniffed, you frowned, noticing his eyes were puffy.
"were you crying?" you asked softly.
"no." he lied, looking at your face and answering once again. "yeah, i just felt like jealous and kind of insecure, he came and you kind of forgot about me."
"i'm sorry vin." you felt terrible, you were caught in the moment with jake coming to LA and wanting to catch up with him. "i didn't mean to make you feel like that."
"it's okay." he kissed the top of your head. "i get you to myself again."
everyone was outside by the pool, some of the boys tending to the grill, playing basketball, just having a backyard barbecue.
you just wanted to get a quick tan while vinnie wanted to swim.
tabhita, paige and mia had the same idea as you, the four just tanning.
vinnie was in the pool with the rest of the boys when the idea came to his head. you were racing away from the pool so you didn’t see him come up behind you.
just as you say up to look at vinnie for blocking the sun, he grabbed you under your arms, pulling you away from the chair and towards the pool.
“no.” you shook your head rapidly, he didn’t listen just smiling when he dropped you hearing you scream.
“vinnie!” everyone was laughing, watching you come back up to the surface, “what the fuck?”
“i had to, it’s funny.” you rolled your eyes at his antics. he was nice enough to offer his hand but knowing that was bad when you started smirking and pulling him down.
“oh come here you little minx.” you had enough time to get out of the pool and try to run as fast you could before he would end up catching up with you.
Love love love your writing sm!!!!!!! I am still in my feelings about the anniversary of the fight and was wondering if I could please make a request in which after the fight he just rushes back stage to see and celebrate with his girl. And maybe later his adrenaline drops and he just becomes a clingy, needy baby. Please make any changes that you wish to. Tysm!!!!!
"holy shit!" vinnie couldn't say anything else while you were hugging him. "holy shit!"
"are you going to say anything else?" you laughed, taking one of the towels and wiping the sweat away from his forehead. "you were amazing."
"really?" it was like he turned into a little dog with the doe eyes he was giving you, just wanting more of your attention and praise.
"of course vin, i'm so proud of you." you smiled.
"kiss?" he asked hopefully.
"how bout you clean up first, then you get as many kisses as you want."
hi my love! can you do something with Vinnie where it’s the Vin and Kyedae with knives and the reader is the special guest but the reader is also vinnies girlfriend?
"we have y/n." you smiled to the camera when kyedae introduced you. you turned to smile at the two them.
vinnie winced knowing he's tried to make your favorite dish for your birthday last year, which ended up as the two of you getting pizza because he burnt the food so bad, the fire department was called.
"oh god." he cried, he still didn't know what he was doing. "why."
"vin, are you okay?"
"do i look okay!" he exclaimed, you widened your eyes at him, laughing softly. "don't laugh."
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