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Enid knew that dating Wednesday Addams would be exhilarating. She just didn’t realize Wednesday could be such a tease.
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- Part 1 of Hey (must be a devil between us)
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06 Jun 2026
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She can't stop thinking about Zoey.
It's driving her insane.
She drags herself out of bed, lumbering over to the kitchen for a snack, and—see, the thought almost makes her laugh, because she most definitely finds one: Zoey's sitting on the kitchen counter, watching something on her phone while eating some pocky.
[Or: the five times Rumi and Zoey get closer and closer until they get it right, fluff]
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- Part 1 of Zoerumi Fluff / Oneshots
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Zoey's splayed out like a starfish with her head on Rumi's stomach.
She's snoring so loudly that Rumi's mildly concerned and wonders if they need to have that looked at, and she feels a sense of dejection that her fingers aren't carding through the dark locks of her hair. She's done it before. But it's different this time.
"I'm screwed," she mumbles to herself.
[Or: Rumi slowly falls in love with Zoey and needs help using her words]
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- Part 3 of Zoerumi Fluff / Oneshots
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04 Jun 2026
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“Do you really mean it when you say things like that to me? Now, and all of the other times?”
Zoey’s breath hitched—more evidence added to the pile.
Another step, another breath.
Closer.
“Do you have… any idea what it’s doing to me?”
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Many times Zoey finds a way to compliment Rumi, and one time the tables are flipped back on her.
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04 Jun 2026
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“A-Ah… Zoey… mhmmphm…” Desperation paints Rumi’s tone as a hitching whimper crawls out of her throat. The sound warbles in the air, curling with high pitchy notes as flustered pleasure shudders its way through Rumi’s body.
“You’re so cute, unnie. Who knew how sensitive your horns were… Is this why you always hesitate in letting us touch them?” Playful curiosity unfurls across Zoey’s face as she peers down at Rumi, a gentle sheen of adoration and arousal shimmering in her eyes as she does so. It complements the constellation of freckles scattered across Zoey’s cheeks, her nose bridge, and Rumi’s throat goes dry as she admires how utterly pretty Zoey effortlessly is.
Rumi’s throat goes dry for another reason: Zoey maintains a slow pace, measured strokes along the length of those curved horns, cataloguing every reaction Rumi makes, mentally noting the locations that has her lover shivering or whining viscerally. The slow pace makes Rumi feel even more flustered, squirming from her lover’s undivided attention.
Bookmarked by anonymous7210
03 Jun 2026