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#bianca barclay x reader

crazyoffher · 8 months

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TAKE YOUR PICK.

wednesday addams x fem!vampire!reader

summary: a werewolf attack leaves you in need of aid, though you find yourself aided in more than just your wounds.

warnings: smut (18+) — slight oral (r receiving), fingering, strap-on referred to as “cock” at one point, slight face-slapping, teasing, dirty talk, virgin!r, withheld orgasm. -> mentions of blood, wounds, werewolf attack, medical equipment, mentions of kidnapping, scarring, and dom!w + sub!r.

word amount: 6900+

a/n: yes you read that right, 6900+ words. i guess i beat you, didn’t i, my ⭐️ anon 😉.

“Our successor greets us with torture by this grouping.” Her words were dull, and as you turned to face her, you were met with her eyes boring into yours. You cocked your head to the side, easily bypassing a tree that would’ve hit anyone else. Your instincts were stressed by your venture into the woods with the murderous woman you labeled your enemy accompanying you.

Your skin itched. Badly. Though you would rather burn in the flames she created than take action for relief, you never dared to let the shorter girl win at her former pleas to have her partner switch, labeling it as having to not deal with your pollen allergy, but everyone knew of your rivalry.

It was no secret after all. You couldn’t count the number of times she tried to assist in your early death, ranging from simple pop-up attacks that your raging instincts guided you with to kidnapping you into the Nightshades library and torturing you—or more so, trying her best to—while reading latin incantations from a book that still scarred your mind to this day.

“You don’t have to tell me.” With your head shifted into it’s former state, staring straight ahead, you expected Wednesday to mirror your action. She hadn’t.

Your eyes darted all around the forest, searching for insects, animals, humans, or anything of the above that would pose a potential life-threat. Unlike Wednesday, you allowed yourself to feel fear because you actually cared for your life.

You and Wednesday were similar, which was the root of your rivalry. She eyed you as a copycat, but you had always been who you were since the day you were born, and nobody could ever change you. You thrived in academics and sports, taking part in three education-related after school clubs as well as fencing, track, and a modernized human sport known as “soccer” to Americans during the summer.

You easily got more praise for your contribution to the school’s image, while Wednesday held the slimy silver medal praising her for being in second place, and her mind raged at the remembrance of it every time. She wanted to be number one above all else, but she could never bypass you. Hell, you even bypassed Bianca Barclay, forming a small rivalry with her when you first arrived at the academy.

“Would you like me to send you a photographed Polaroid of myself with my signature on it, or shall you continue to stare at me and soon trip over a rock?” Wednesday’s eyes furrowed at the end of the sentence, unable to hold back a yelp when she inevitably did fall over a grounded rock and faceplant on the floor.

You halted your movement, turning your head to the side to catch a glimpse of Wednesday rolling herself on her back, a hand over her knee from a wound forming due to her ignorant choice to wear shorts. “We have thirty minutes remaining to collect all we need for our botanical project. I’d suggest you get off the floor.”

Before she could even comprehend what you said, she found herself looking up into your eyes as you towered over her. Once more, you cocked your head to the side, allowing a sly grin to form on your face at the sight of blood dousing her hand from the open wound. “And you tell me I’m the clumsy one?”

“You are.” She shot back immediately, her eyes narrowing at your facial expression of humor. You found humor in her; you always have. It was a key part of your romantic attraction to her, though that aspect had always been locked away as a secret, and your humor lied in her inability to keep up with you.

Whether Wednesday wanted to admit it or not, she had found her challenger. Someone who was undeniably better than her, someone who forced her to work harder to be the one at the top, though she knew secretly she’d always be trapped in second place.

You were better than her, and it annoyed her more than anything in the world. That’s why the discovery of her own attraction toward you scared her—the girl who dared not feel emotion. She blamed it on your well-behaved confidence and that stupid grin you flashed her from day to day.

A grin she wanted to kiss off, she thought once, and she contemplated throwing herself off the balcony in her dorm room when she allowed that sentence to linger in her mind.

You laughed genuinely, your grin growing wider at the sight of Wednesday stumbling to get up, her face crinkling only so slightly at the pain that coursed through the entirety of her leg.

“You’re unfit.” A huff came from her, head flicking up to meet your gaze, eyes lingering on your standstill grin—your pink-lipped mouth—for a second deemed too long before she lunged forward and pushed you aside.

The force of her thrust caused you to stumble back and fall on a pile of leaves, blowing and coughing out a crisp leaf that found it’s home inside your mouth. At the force of her thrust toward you, Wednesday found herself collapsed once more on the floor, her body not correctly stabilized from her injury.

“So, not only are you clumsy, but you’re also an idiot.” You sat yourself upright, hands laid down on the floor behind your body to stabilize yourself, all the while watching the conflict in Wednesday’s eyes over whether she should shoot back or keep quiet.

She kept quiet, eliciting a small, almost unnoticeable groan that Wednesday herself didn’t catch at first. You heard it, though, your grin finding it’s way back onto your face as you practically jumped up, brushing yourself off with a flick of your wrists to your neutral- colored clothing.

You furrowed your eyebrows to see Wednesday still sprawled on the floor, expecting her to have risen up by now, even if a limp tagged along. “The big, challenging girl who fought off the reincarnation of Joseph Crackstone years ago can’t get up because of a wound on her knee.”

You spoke in disbelief, and Wednesday turned her head over to you with might. “Don’t you ever mock my accomplishments.”

“Well, we can’t even accomplish the task of finishing our botanical sciences project if you don’t take your small ass up and off the floor.” You bit back.

Fumed with rage and annoyance due to her growing short temper, Wednesday lunged up at you with all the strength she had in her body. The next second, you found your hands wrapped around her waist as you held her upright from falling again, the girl collapsing into your embrace with a snake-like hiss emitting from her.

Another groan came from her, not even bothering to hide it this time, too preoccupied with the futile stinging of her wound and the warming position she found herself in with you. “Alright, back on the floor.”

Her back met the homing place that was the floor once more, shooting daggers at your inexistent attempt to lay her down carefully, seeing as you dropped her onto the floor without care. Her hand found it’s way back to her knee, coating the skin in blood once more, and you sighed. “Move your hand.”

“No.”

“Since when did you become so stubborn?” She raised her eyebrows at you. “Actually, that’s a dumb question, but I’m not going to ask you again. Addams,” your tone became firm, seriousness rising up amidst your former face of humor, “move your hand.”

Her teeth clenched, jawline protruding out, and her eyes were in their usual wide state, as if she were thinking, but her mind was blank. You found impatience creeping up on you, not daring to alert your eyes to her dark red, bloodied hand from her gushing wound.

With a twitch of your eye, your hand shot forward and clamped on Wednesday’s wrist, pulling it away from her wound with force, and she let out a small whimper that she immediately tried to cover with a cough. Your eyes darted up at her for only a second, having heard it, before looking back down at her wound, which was open and wide.

“I will take you to the Infirmary, and then come back and collect all we need for our project.” You said your plan out loud, your eyes darting back and forth between Wednesday’s open wound and the pathway from which you and the girl had just come. “I am fine. Besides, you would only get all the wrong things we need, seeing as how foolish you are.”

“Foolish is what you claim me to be, yet you’re the one consistently in second place.” Without warning, you sank an arm under her bent knees and another under her back, picking her up in bridal style, to which her eyes drastically widened. You felt her tense under you, muscles contracting, and you groaned.

“Oh, relax. Being tense will only cause your wound to bleed more, and before I know it, I’ll be carrying your dead weight.”

“Put me down this instant.” Wednesday fought, trying to wiggle herself out of your grasp as you started to walk back to the school grounds, leaving your grip on her to tighten. “No. And don’t presume that I care about your wellbeing either, because I don’t.”

She huffed, her leg jerking up when a low branch made contact with her wound. “Then why not allow me to continue with you?”

“If you haven’t noticed, we’re past the forest barriers that Nevermore set.” When she turned her head in response to your signal to the right, she noticed the wooden line fences that were more intended to serve as a signal for students to turn around than as a means of keeping them out.

“Throats get slit in this neck of the woods,” you continued, mindlessly drifting your eyes all over the forest in caution of any inhumane species. “I’d rather not have a Jason Voorhees copycat lunatic trying to slaughter us, and I can’t go far because you’re disabled.”

“It’d be your own death’s fault for trying to save me.” Her deadpanning words made you want to drop her and let her find her own way back to the academy, but you just let out an annoyed breath while gripping onto her thighs tighter. “Forgive me for actually having a beating heart, Addams.”

“You’re not forgiven, (Y/L/N).”

Soon enough, you found yourself back in the forest, with Wednesday’s presence long gone. You were kneeling down, collecting dirt into a small jar that you had sprayed with pesticides to clear it of any lingering bugs. You hadn’t noticed how the time flew past, the sun fading into the moon, and you took a moment to enjoy the stars, hands settled on your dirt-covered knees.

A sound rang through the forested area, causing you to snap your head in the direction of the noise. It was muffled, but it sounded too closely like the howls of the werewolves you’ve grown to make friends with, and that was enough for you to shoot up instantly from your kneeling position. With a sharp breath, you looked up at the moon, now taking on the shape of a full moon, and you gagged in growing fear.

You’re fine, right? They get locked in the Lupen cages; there’s no way one of them could’ve escaped theirs. Your mind raced for explanations as you crouched down to pick up all that you'd collected, ranging from dirt to plants, before taking steady steps in the direction of the academy.

You took precautionary halts so as not to make major noise, cringing in fear at the sound of a leaf loudly crunching under your foot, and you could hear the howls once more, closer this time.

You took another five steps before you could hear the thudding stomps of a figure inching closer to you with every second, and you thanked nothing else but your heightened senses as you dropped all of what you held and booked it.

You dodged tree logs and branches left and right, hands fumbling with your satchel to tear it off your body to release the weight it was holding, and your body shook at the thudding sounds ringing in your ears, inching closer and closer-

Until you woke up, spread out on the floor, and your hands dug around the surface of the floor to help you realize that you were still in the woods. Your body still shook, this time more violently as you gasped in pain, stings shooting all over your body and causing your muscles to tighten.

“Fuck!” You groaned out, clenching your stomach where it hurt the most to feel a liquid coating your skin of the same texture that dripped your hands with Wednesday’s blood hours earlier. Your eyes drooped, sullenly coming to the firm realization that you were bleeding out with a liquid you could not even view properly, the night still too dark.

You blamed it all on a werewolf not properly being contained, but if that was the case, why didn’t they kill you instead of merely injuring you? The thought of the beast not being a werewolf flooded out of your mind quicker than it came in. You could see the outline of large claw slits scarring the skin of your stomach, and you yelled out the most mind-scarring shriek as you forced yourself up.

You moaned out, “Oh,” in pain as you sat yourself on a log, scanning the dark forest for any signs of life, human or not, to which there were none, and you sighed in relief. You took off your jacket first before peeling the shredded, blood-stained white shirt off your body, leaving you with just your bra and an exposed, large wound.

Your eyes closed in despair, feeling the pain dull ever so slightly in your relaxing state. You bent over, to your body’s anguish, to grab your bag with a small first aid kit tucked into it. All the items within the mini-kit were dunked out on the log space beside you, and you hurriedly grabbed multiple anti-septic wipes and shredded open the packaging before pressing them onto your skin.

Fangs bared, eyes darkening at the severe pain, you dug them into your bottom lip and swished the wipes over your wounds before letting out a loud yell of agony. You threw the wipes to the floor when they were all left coated with a dark red, grabbing the bandage roll, and with all of your muscles tightening at the pressure, wrapping your stomach with the bandage that immediately turned red before sealing it with tape.

The aftermath was almost pleasurable; the pain was still there but lessened due to the lack of blood flowing out of you. Managing to stumble up, you discarded your bag on the floor before taking a step forward, your body hunching over immediately from the inability to stand upright, and you carried on in the form of a hunchback.

What Wednesday least expected on an early Saturday morning, 3:30 a.m. to be exact, was the sound of her doorknob snapping off from the door itself. Her eyes perked up, sensing danger, and she immediately dug under her pillow to grab the knife she stored there, pointing it forward with the sharp tip ready to plunge itself into whoever dared to intrude into her and Enid’s dorm.

She had only been released from the hospital a few hours prior, so it seemed as though her knee pain had subsided, but when she put her foot on the ground, it suddenly returned. She ignored the discomfort and advanced toward the opening door, ready to strike.

“Wed-” You threw the door open, stopping immediately when the tip of her knife bore into your throat, one step away from slicing into your carotid artery. Even in the harsh darkness, Wednesday could see the fear and agony in your eyes, the way you were breathing heavily and clutching your stomach, and the skin that your bloodied jacket had now covered.

In the dim light of her bedside lamp, she could see your black jacket with a huge damp spot covering it, clamped over by bloodied hands. Her eyes met yours, and you gulped. “I didn’t know who else to come to.”

Wordlessly, she stepped to the side, inviting you in, which you limped into, and she closed the door. Her hand met your shoulder, an odd warmth coating your body despite her cold figure, and she aided you to the bathroom, choosing to disregard the blood trail you were leaving behind.

A sigh left your mouth as you collapsed on the closed-lidded toilet, leaning all your weight on the material. Wednesday pulled out a medical kit from under the sink, one much bigger than the one you had previously used, and slammed it on the countertop. “So much for not trying to wake up Enid.”

“Do you want me to help you or not? Beside, if you even took a second glance around the room, you’d notice Enid is not here, but in a Lupen cage in form.” She spoke in hushed whispers, and you shut up immediately, shrinking under her gaze. You were better than her, yes, but that didn’t mean you didn’t get scared of her from time to time.

“Take off your jacket.” She said simply, still prepping rounds of wipes with anti-septic liquids on them for your bloodied wound, as the wipes you used earlier did not have much of an effect considering the size of them. Wearily, you zipped down your jacket, peeling it off of you with a grunt or two before throwing it away at the base of the bathtub. You laid yourself back, eyes burning into the side of Wednesday’s face, anticipating her moves.

After she had finished prepping the wipes, she grabbed a sewing kit from under the counter, and you gulped at the largely-sized needles that she pulled out along with them. “All I really needed was for you to clean it, Addams. I’m a vampire; I can self-heal.”

“This is merely a precautionary measure to not leave putrid-looking scars.” She placed the items needed beside you, removing her own jacket, and you noticed how she was still in what she considered “casualwear”, seemingly not changing out of her clothes before drifting off to sleep. “Odd coming from the person who has left me with multiple scars, and why didn’t you change?”

“What?”

Wednesday turned, giving you a full visual of her in a button-up shirt and vest, black slacks tucked in and still belted; sleeping couldn’t have been comfortable for her with a belt digging into her hip. “You’re still in your clothes.” You pointed it out, and she looked down at her choice of fashion before letting out a small huff and advancing toward you, taking up position to the right of you.

“I awaited your presence. I told you before that I wanted to get a start on the project so I would not have to do much with class dealing with you and your miserable antics of getting items confused. Not only do you show up empty-handed in the dead of night, but you are also scarred through your inability to defend yourself.”

She badmouthed you, all the while untangling her sewing needles with harsh movements, but you only focused on one aspect of her words. “You fell asleep waiting for me?”

At once, Wednesday halted her movements, giving you a dead look before turning around and grabbing the large anti-septic wipes, swiftly pushing them into your wounded stomach. You let out a long, loud gasp, groaning at the pain and taking hold of Wednesday’s wrist, trying to push her arm back but to no avail. “Don’t get cocky.”

Your head flew back in agony, your hand still clasped around her wrist with a bruising grip. “I wasn’t! I was asking!”

Wednesday glided the wipes along your scars, to your dismay, until there were little to no signs of blood yet, all the while mindlessly running her eyes over the scars on your body that she created.

It was the only way she could get her mind off your exposed torso and how your muscles gallantly flexed from the pain, unwillingly showing themselves off to her.

Your eyes were squinting, still a bit sore from the antiseptics, but when you noticed that Wednesday had not made any other moves, you let them go from your iron grip. Your gaze landed on her stance, lost in thought. “What?”

"I'm in the process of comprehending an attempt to stitch you together while you remain seated, while I, on the other hand, am standing." Her eyes glanced all around the bathroom, sighing contently as she tried to determine a possible way to play surgeon in a comfortable manner.

“Well, I’m not lying on the floor. Your bed?” You inquired, and Wednesday shook her head, her mind discarded by that thought. “I would like to go to sleep tonight in a bloodless bed.”

“Um,” you gulped. The first real situation droning through your head was one anybody wouldn’t dare share with Wednesday. It's a good thing you weren’t like anybody else. “Sit on me.”

Her head snapped to meet your eyes, yours innocently boring into hers, and she squinted. “What?”

“Sit on my lap. When I lean back, you’ll be able to stitch me up or... whatever it is that you plan on doing without breaking your spine.”

You could see the conflict in her eyes, and she took it into consideration, to your surprise. With a pinch to the bridge of her nose and a long, elated sigh, as a means of balance, she placed her hands on each of your shoulders before swinging her left leg over your body and sitting down on your firmly closed legs.

“Tell nobody about this, or more of these scars,” she said, pinching down on a drawn out scar that sat just right under your bra, “will litter your skin.” You gave her a hasty nod, eager to put your mind elsewhere while your sworn enemy found a seat on your lap.

Without a word of warning, she dug the needle into your skin, causing you to let out an embarrassingly loud yelp of pain. Your hands flew to her shoulders as a matter of instinct, and you half-expected her to shrug them off, but she prioritized her sewing techniques instead.

The further she got into sewing the deep claw marks, the tighter your hands gripped her shoulders. You’d be surprised if Wednesday woke up bruise-free, as you could almost feel your knuckles turning white.

Wednesday found... amusement? The way your eyes closed at her stinging touch, the way your hands buried themselves into her shoulders, and how your thigh muscles tightened under her ass with every swift movement. She loved seeing you defenseless and submissive to her more than anything, finding profit in the means of mocking you later on if you tried to boast about your betterness.

When she had finally finished her stitching, she found herself still lingering on your lap, her movements awfully slow, even for her, to grab a couple large medical bandages and place them over her work.

“Stay here.” Her voice was low while she slid off your lap, turning to leave the bathroom before returning a minute later with a baggy jacket in her hands. Your eyebrows furrowed as she laid the fabric on your lap, turning to wash her hands of any remaining blood.

You had a little trouble donning the jacket, which was made of Wednesday's fashion choice's baggy material but looked a little more fitted on you because of your lean frame. Your wounds, formerly the only thing clouding your mind, were long gone. You focused on the seriousness of your enemy’s actions, and the oddly warm jacket filled with her natural scent that was now clinging to your body.

“Why?”

“What?”

“When I came here, I fully expected you to push me away.” You leaned your body up on the toilet, hands running through your disheveled hair, and Wednesday directed her attention toward you. “But you didn’t, for some odd reason, and actually helped me—hell, you even sat on me—when you’ve been nothing but the cause of my terror ever since I’ve arrived at this academy.”

It was all nothing but the truth. Two years have passed since you made your flaunting arrival at Nevermore, head held high with nothing else on your mind other than the determination to be the best student the academy had ever seen, and so you accomplished it. Two years had passed since you crossed paths with the deadly Wednesday Addams, her mind still fresh from her praiseful battle with the former overtaker of Jericho.

Two years passed since you beat Wednesday’s boat in the Poe Cup; the Black Cats determined to win their second trophy in a row, and she swore you as her enemy that day when her eyes laid upon your smirking frame with the golden cup in your hand, sending her a wink of confidence that she mentally fumed at.

Two years had passed since Wednesday Addams made the dreadful discovery that, after all, her black, unbeating heart could feel love but that her taste was awful if she found herself attracted to her enemy. Now she found herself in the middle of her last year at Nevermore, freshly 19, and still rummaging in a cat-dog chase game with you.

Two years had passed since she found herself focused on nothing but her enemy, who was in front of her now, sitting on the toilet seat in her bathroom, all patched up, and looking at her with curiosity. “Are you going to continue to stare at me or answer my question?”

“I’m not required to reply to any of your inquiries.” Swiftly, she made her exit out of the bathroom, leaving you to stumble up on your feet and follow behind her like a lost pup. Your body felt awfully tired, though your mind was wide awake and racing with multiple thoughts at once, overloading and ready to explode any second.

“Add-”

“I’ve patched you up,” She moved to close the door to her closet, and in a rut of refusal to make eye contact with you, solemnly afraid that she’d instantly jump your bones- what? “So you may leave now.”

“I’m not leaving until you’ll answer my ‘inquiry’ on why you were nice, at least in my books, to me. You’re avoiding the question.”

You could see the clench in Wednesday’s jaw as she made her way over to her desk, tidying up the workplace in an attempt to distract herself from the conversation that lingered. “I’m unsure as to what you’re saying.”

“Addams-”

“Leave before I do something I’ll regret, (Y/L/N).” She snapped, finally meeting your gaze with wide eyes, and you furrowed your eyebrows. “Since when have you ever regretted something that included me? Did you not tie me to a tree on a full moon and bait me to the werewolves last year?”

Her eyes closed in annoyance. “That’s not what I mean.” And as she rubbed her face, you could almost feel the mixture of stress and uncertainty in her stance, almost as if she were holding back from something.

“Then what do you mean? I’ve known you for two years, and you’ve never failed to reply to me with a full sentence, whether it’s answering my question or barking out a snarky remark. Tell me what’s changed in tha-”

Your eyes were opening and closing rapidly in stress, causing you to not register Wednesday’s frame hurriedly marking toward you until you felt a body collapse into you and a smooth substance on your lips.

Huh?!

Your eyes shot open and wide. To confirm your suspicions, Wednesday’s arms were thrown over your shoulder while her body leaned into yours, and her lips smashed against yours almost desperately.

That’s what she presumed to regret.

But it was something you longed for, unbeknownst to her, and you made it known when your hands found their way to her cheeks, pulling her in deeper. You could feel her lips tremble slightly in shock, unprepared for you to be pulling her closer instead of pushing her away.

Wednesday’s legs grew a mind of their own, taking steps forward and causing you to step back until the backs of your knees met her bed, and she tore her lips away from you for a breather. You took the separation as an opportunity to sit yourself down on her bed, all while your eyes never left hers in the process, and the smaller girl hurriedly found her former position on your lap.

“The moon is fading. Enid could come back any minute now.” You spoke between kisses, shivering at Wednesday’s cold touch on your warm skin, her hands slithering underneath the jacket you wore to rub up and down your back. “Then she’ll leave again, because she’s not going to enjoy what she’ll see.”

Your body visibly shivered at her words, or maybe it was just her fingers dancing along your spine, but either way, you found yourself completely engulfed in her and just her. The claw marks, the time, the physical confession—all of it was gone from your mind as Wednesday mindlessly pushed herself even farther into you.

She took a push too close, her body pressing up against your wound, causing you to groan and bite down on her bottom lip, fangs bared from the pain. Your lips never separated, instead pushing farther into them at the feeling and taste of Wednesday’s blood filling your mouths from her punctures, only spurring the two of you further.

“Lay down.” You obeyed immediately, finding nothing more hot in the moment than the husk in the smaller girl's voice, and manuevered from under her plushy thighs on top of you to lay comfortably on her bed. You were engulfed in her natural scent once more—the same scent you had grown accustomed to for over two years now, the scent that followed you everywhere you went.

You adored it, just as you adored her behind your hardening gaze most days.

Her eyes were narrowed, and you would have thought she was tired any other day, but you knew her look was one of need and want. Lust, to put it short, and you wanted nothing more than to fulfill her need, even if it meant submitting yourself to her in a situation you'd never thought you’d willingly put yourself in.

Just as she had earlier, she slid off your lap with a lingering touch on your hips. “Stay here.”

And as quickly as she left, she returned, though this time with an item in her hand, and you knew exactly what it was. Your eyes widened, and your mouth drew open. Already?

“Yes, already.” Did you say that out loud? “You’d find me pathetic if you knew how long I have deferred using this. To use it on you.” Her eyes were filled with a dark, unmanageable lust that swam through her veins, and you could only imagine the scenarios that swarmed through your head. This wasn’t the Wednesday you knew, but it was one you anticipated figuring out.

“But I can’t just use this on you immediately, no.” A smug grin came across her lips—a sight that you, or really anybody else, rarely ever saw, and it was one you wanted to see more of. “No, I have to prep you, don’t I?”

“Prep me?” You asked, genuine curiosity lacing your voice, and her grin grew wider. “I’ll show you.”

Wednesday positioned herself back on your lap, putting the erotic object on her nightstand, within reach for later use, before pulling you into another kiss. It was bruising, and the kiss was ten times more harsh than before, but you would never complain about her being pressed up against you.

While you found yourself entrapped in her lips, her hands slithered down your body and toward your pants, grabbing the buckle of your belt and undoing it at a steady pace. That’s when it dawned on you—she was going to prep you for an object that withheld some... girth.

Your muscles tensed at the thought, and more so at the feeling of Wednesday pulling down your black jeans with ease, discarding your shoes in the process of leaving your bottom half in just your underwear. “Wednesday…”

She was simple. “Relax.”

On the down low, she knew that this was your first time engaging with somebody sexually, never failing to notice your soft rejections of the girls and guys that tried to woo you on and failed miserably. It was an aspect she enjoyed even more now, and she wanted nothing more than to rub in the faces of all you rejected that they couldn’t get you to agree to a date, but yet she had you writhing underneath her, moaning her name.

Your breathing grew heavier as the seconds went by, hitching when Wednesday moved your underwear to the side with a slow itch of her hands, and you wanted nothing more than to grab her by the head and bury her in your heat. The lack of restraint you were feeling was lethal and ultimately surprising for a girl who rarely ever even masturbated.

“Such a possessing view.” She murmured in a low tone, her eyes dancing all around your core, and your cheeks flushed at her staring. Her eyes locked with yours, her mind racing at the sight of your eyes narrowed and staring down at her with silent pleads, and those pleads she fulfilled when her tongue darted out to take a swipe at your folds.

You whimpered in a tone around an octave higher than your usual voice, and your eyes widened at the sound that unwillingly left your mouth. It seemed to spur Wednesday on, allowing her to dart her tongue out once more and flick it over your clit, the nub that she wanted nothing more than to swell up with her mouth.

You let out another whimper—louder and needier this time around. “And sensitive. I can put that to use.” She dove her head farther into your heat, her lips wrapping around your clit and taking a harsh suck at the nub. Your thighs shut around her head, eyes never leaving one another, while she feverishly sucked your clit, needing to hear more of the high-pitched whines that left your mouth.

She pulled away soon after, to your dismay that you showed through your pleading whines, to allow a bead of spit to drip out of her mouth and onto your entrance, before taking her finger and rubbing her spit around the area. Your hips instinctively bucked up at the sensation, feeling yourself clench around nothing, and it made Wednesday want to elicit a laugh.

“The way I’m touching you now is a major privilege alone.” Her finger sank into your entrance, and she bit down lightly at the plushness of your thighs when she felt your velvety walls tighten around her. “I adore watching you like this underneath me; you make me want to fuck you braindead.”

She sank her finger into you until her knuckle bared against your heat, curling the bony stature inside of you and eliciting a light moan out of you. You already found yourself on edge from her husky words alone, and the curl of her finger inside of you didn’t help you from almost cumming embarrassingly fast.

“Already close? What a shame; I wanted to have fun toying with you.” Her mouth against her core made you moan from the vibrations, hands flying to grip her head menacingly and push her farther into you, almost crying out for the whole hall to hear when she slipped a second finger into you.

Her fingers picked up pace, thrusting in and out of you with force while the squelching sounds of your slick covering your walls made Wednesday feel a pit of need start to boil in her stomach, one that she desired to fulfill.

The two-on-two action on your core made you clench impossibly tight on Wednesday’s fingers, the ravenhead finding difficulty in her repeated movements. “Want to cum, yeah?”

You nodded profusely, your face growing red from your need for release and the way she released her lips from your clit with a pop. A small grin formed on her face when she pulled out of you, relishing in your whines of despair.

Eyes closed, heavy breathing—you were too blissed out, despite not achieving an orgasm from her underlying teasing, to notice Wednesday sliding off you, strapping the former item in her hand to her core. Her eyes never left your face as she strapped the item on, feeling more than fired up to make you scratch down her back with pitiful whines leaving your mouth.

And so, that’s what she achieved, eyes closing from the burning pains of your nails digging deep into her shoulders down to the middle of her back. Her own mind felt foggy watching the way her silicone became drenched in your arousal, the strap pumping in and out of you with ease, and the way you moaned straight into her ear—god, she regretted never taking your submissive state for profit more early.

Your thighs clenched around her hips when she bottomed into you, settled on her knees, and bent over slightly to curl the strap inside of you, hitting an unfamiliar spongy spot that had you sinfully whining with a hand clenched on Wednesday’s head. “If the entirety of humanity could merely glimpse you in your current state, they would swiftly recognize your rare moment of submissiveness,” her lips dove down, meeting your ear, “all submissive just for me.”

Her movements grew hard, her hands gripping your skin with a bruising force while her hips drove into you with no relent, finding a need for her own release. The so-called “devil” found herself groaning heavy breaths into your ear, all the while slipping a soft moan or two in that she couldn’t hold. The feeling of you finally beneath her, pleading and scratching at her for release, felt ethereal; all of her senses were on cloud nine, and it ignited a burrowed-down spark.

One of Wednesday’s hands removed from your skin, leaving behind darkened marks that would worsen with time to connect with your cheek, the slap making you roll your eyes back at how dirty it felt. “No connected nerves, and I can still feel you pulsating on me; you’re driving me crazy with it.”

Your moans were muffled at the feeling of the ravenhead’s fingers shoving deep into your mouth, bypassing your uvula, causing a gag to ensue. Your lips wrapped around the digits, absentmindedly biting on them when the pit in your stomach started to burn like wildfire, making you tighten around the raven’s strap and force her to slow her movements, though still managing a speedy pace.

“Don’t cum.”

The words you wished never left her mouth made you whine around her fingers; your body was too sensitive from your lack of sexual activity and masturbation over the years, making it almost impossible to fight your orgasm off. Her fingers briefly exited your mouth, only to slap your cheek once more before returning to their original location. “Just for a bit.”

The hold-off was tortuous; the muscles in your body tightened incredulously while your mouth pathetically sucked on Wednesday’s fingers in a pathetic attempt to tear your mind away from your orgasm. It didn’t work.

The overloading, burning sensation in your stomach was almost uncomfortable; the fire burned longer than it intended to while you made putrid eye contact with the roof, Wednesday’s head snug to the side of yours while she drew herself closer to her own orgasm. The words that made you sigh in relief, your body shaking after seconds of torture, finally came past the girl’s lips, and you adored them.

“Cum for me, la mia dolce metà.”

You obeyed immediately, allowing your muscles to untighten, and Wednesday’s fingers left your mouth, allowing you to spew out a large moan that, without a doubt, woke the entire hall up. Your hands dug into her shoulders, feeling her shudder over you from her own orgasm, though the only thing that left her mouth was heavy pants.

Alas, she pulled out of you after seconds of relishing in one another’s embrace, making you feel empty compared to just minutes ago. The tip of Wednesday’s cock directed to your swollen clit from her previous oral actions, pushing down with enough pressure to make your toes curl and a breathy sigh leave your mouth.

Wednesday had pulled herself up by now, and it was only then that you noticed the girl taking a mental screenshot of your body, more specifically your core and the way your cum leaked out of you at a snail's pace. She licked her lips at the sight, her eyes flickering up to meet yours, and you gulped.

“La mia dolce metà,” she whispered, hands running down your body and to your hips, “I’m not done with you just yet.” The edges of her lips tugged ever so slightly when she dipped her head down to meet your core, leaving you to moan with delight as your hand found it’s way back to her hair.

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blakeswritingimagines · 7 months

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Sitting on their lap

Wednesday: She would be caught off guard by the unexpected action. Depending on her trust level with her partner and your intentions, she could either push you off her lap or embrace the physical intimacy.

Enid: Enid is a very open-minded person, so she wouldn’t mind you sitting on her lap. She’ll probably laugh and call you cute for trying to be so close to her. She might even play along and kiss or snuggle you. Ultimately, she'll be happy that you feel comfortable and close to her.

Xavier: When you sit on his lap, he feels a heightened sense of excitement and intimacy. He will wrap his arms around your waist and pull you closer, expressing his gratitude for the privilege of holding you in his lap. He will kiss your neck, stroke your hair, and provide other physical comfort and affection, making the experience of lap-sitting one that is both intimate and pleasurable.

Rowan: He would feel both excited and nervous. He would feel excited because he would be in close proximity to you and he would be able to feel your body heat, which would remind him of your connection. However, he would also feel nervous because it would be a new experience in your relationship and he wouldn't know how to react or what to say. He would want to make sure that he didn't do anything that could make you uncomfortable or feel awkward.

Tyler: He loves it when you sit on his lap. It's a very intimate and romantic gesture that makes him feel close to you. He usually makes direct eye contact, taking your hand in his, and strokes your hair or face. If the situation calls for him to move, he will either rise to his feet and hold you close to him or gently lift you off his lap and have you sit next to him. Either way, he makes sure to provide lots of physical affection throughout and after the interaction.

Ajax: He feels immense joy and gratitude when you sit on his lap. He is filled with a sense of wonder that someone is willing to give him that much affection and trust. He feels a surge of passion and a deep connection to you. It is a truly magical experience that he cherishes. He can't deny that he also feels a little excitement in anticipating what may come next. His heart flutters with happiness and anticipation when you sit on his lap.

Bianca: When you sit on her lap, her heart rate usually rises in anticipation, and she has an uncontrollable urge to cuddle and kiss you. She will place her hands on your hips and pull you close, holding you in her arms with a warm embrace. Your noses will often touch and lips will touch from time to time, as you enter a realm of sensuality and adoration.

#wednesday addams x reader #enid sinclair x reader #xavier thorpe x reader #rowan laslow x reader #tyler galpin x reader #ajax petropolus x reader #bianca barclay x reader #wednesday headcanons #wednesday imagine #wednesday

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rcsewcrld · 1 year

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incorrect quotes w y/n + the wednesday gang !

y/n: Made you all playlists! y/n: tyler, yours has only heavy metal, and is dark like your soul. y/n: xavier, yours has sad songs and blues to pair with your crippling depression. y/n: And ajax has the ABBA Gold album.

y/n: That's ridiculous, ajax doesn't have a crush on me. xavier: Yes he does. tyler: Yes he does. ajax: Yes I do.

y/n: What is love? tyler: An emotional minefield. xavier: A neurochemical reaction. ajax: Baby don't hurt me.

tyler: We call that a traumatic experience. tyler, turning to ajax: Not a "bruh moment". tyler, turning to y/n: Not "sadge". tyler, turning to xavier: And DEFINITELY not an "oof LMAO".

xavier: You were stabbed. Do you remember anything? tyler: Only the ambulance ride to the hospital. xavier: That wasn't an ambulance, I drove you. tyler: But I heard a siren. y/n: That was ajax. ajax: Sorry, I got nervous.

y/n: I told wednesday that her ears turn red when she lies. enid: Do they? y/n: No. enid: Then why did you tell her that? y/n: Because I can do this. y/n: Hey wednesday! Do you love us? wednesday, with her hands over her ears: No.

yoko: A mouse! ajax, pulling out a knife: Go back to where you came from or I'll stab you. divina , pulling out a frying pan: It'll make a nice meal! bianca, giving the mouse cheese: You deserve a treat, little guy. y/n, gasping: It's Ratatouille! xavier: His name is Remi, dummy. yoko: ...I was going to say to just trap it and throw it out the window... what is wrong with you people.

divina : If you got arrested what would be the charges? ajax: Theft. bianca: Disturbing the peace. xavier: Aggravated assault. yoko: Arson. y/n: All of the above. In that order, probably.

y/n : Don't go to the kitchen. tyler: Why? y/n : I saw a spider. tyler: Well, did you kill it? y/n : It has 8 arms and I only have 2, it's not fair...

y/n : Is it just me or is instant ramen even better uncooked? xavier: It’s just you.

y/n : The first time ajax opened a box of Cheerios and looked inside he yelled, "OH WOW! DONUT SEEDS!"

merry christmas eve!! 🫶

#wednesday x reader #tyler galpin x reader #xavier thorpe x reader #ajax petropolus x reader #enid sinclair x reader #wednesday addams x reader #yoko tanaka x reader #bianca barclay x reader #wednesday masterlist #wednesday incorrect quotes #rcsewcrld

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h4arts · 1 year

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How woulf the Wednesday chacters act if they were jealous?

jealousy with the wednesday characters

-wednesday: she won't outwardly show it and doesn't exactly know what she's feeling because she's never really had a reason to be jealous before. she'll ignore you afterwards, thinking the feeling will go away until you confront her about it. it'll probably take a long discussion to explain why wednesday felt like that but you'll both work it out. (she might also threaten the person that made her jealous. might)

-enid: she doesn't get jealous very easily, in fact, she hardly does. but, there's always a little insecurity in the back of her mind that you're losing interest in her. you can tell when she is jealous though because she'll wear the cutest little frown on her face as she pouts at you. the easiest way to make it up to her is cuddles and kisses.

-xavier: gets jealous so easily, not joking. he won't even wait for you to leave the other person, he'll go up to you and be 10x more affectionate than usual. depending who you're talking to, he might drag you away. after you're both alone again, he'll still be mad about it (not at you obviously) but hugs and reassurance will fix it no problem. but, he holds a grudge against the person for a week after.

-tyler: definitely possessive but like, in a low-key way. he'll get jealous but you won't be able to tell but the person that made him jealous definitely will be. he won't fight anyone physically but a few choice words and a glare usually does the trick. you catch him doing it once but he just smiles, gives you a sweet kiss and says he loves you. you definitely won't see that person for a long time after.

-yoko: i feel that she wouldn't get jealous because she puts every last ounce of trust she has into you. she knows you can handle yourself and that you love her, but if things go south, she has no problem stepping in. in fact, she counts on you going back to her after the interaction to tell her exactly what you and the other person were talking about.

-bianca: she doesn't get jealous right away but it will for sure settle in if the interaction lasts more than a few minutes. she has trust issues due to previous relationships but doesn't directly confront you about it. she would drop subtle hints that she didn't like the interaction you had with whoever it was but you know her well enough to know what she means. to make up for it, you promise to bring her with you if you have to interact with them again for a project or something.

-ajax: notices and gets jealous right away. unfortunately, he has no idea what to do. usually he'll settle for going to stand with you, maybe looping an arm around your shoulders (if you're okay with it) as he buts into the conversation. his jealousy doesn't go away easily but if you lean into him and acknowledge that he's there, he'll be fine. and maybe hold a grudge against that person for a couple days.

-divina: she loves you so much she literally never leaves your side so she always knows what's going on. she's also fairly good with reading how you feel so she doesn't always feel the need to be jealous. but, on that days she does have a harder time, she'll just hold onto you a little tighter until you understand what she's feeling and glare at the other person. usually it's dull enough of a conversation to let her lead you away from the other person and spend time on your own with her.

-kent: honestly, i don't think the poor boy knows what's going on. at first, i think he'd believe you were just having a conversation with a friend he hasn't met yet until he realizes he's met all your friends and never remembered meeting that one. after that realization, he'd be the kind of jealous that's noticeable to everyone but him. as long as you don't seem uncomfortable with the interaction with the other person, he'll leave you alone. however, that doesn't mean he likes it because he absolutely loves when you give him all of your attention. probably pouts for a little while after too.

#wednesday x reader #wednesday addams x reader #enid sinclair x reader #xavier thorpe x reader #tyler galpin x reader #yoko tanaka x reader #bianca barclay x reader #ajax petropolis x reader #divina x reader #kent x reader #a's answers

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r0b1ns · 1 year

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WEDNESDAY - WAKING UP TOGETHER

X GN/MASC READER

Characters: Wednesday, Enid, Xavier, Tyler, bianca, ajax, Rowan

CW: none

WORD COUNT: 400+

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WEDNESDAY

She always wakes up before you

She'd be laying on your chest and admiring your resting face

The moment you start walking up she gets up to get ready, like nothing happened

You open your eyes and there's Wednesday, standing all ready and waiting for you to get ready

"finally, we're going to be late"

ENID

I think she has a sleeping problem

So she wakes up at 3:00AM and despite being tired she's always exited seeing you with her

In the actual morning you get up first and have to force her out of bed

It'll only work if you promise her iced coffee

She bolts up with a big smile and hugs you kissing your cheek

"I'll be ready in five🥰"

XAVIER

He wakes up just two minutes before you, staring at your peaceful face

When you open your eyes he pretends to be asleep

"I know you're awake Xavier, I've seen you close your eyes" "no I'm not, I'm sleeping, see?"

You both crack up laughing having a mini pillow fight before classes

You call him stupid and he pretends to be offended

TYLER

You wake up first

All that work at the cafe and sleepless nights drain him

He's laying on your chest, and you just play with his hair listening to him breath (not in a creepy way)

Eventually you have to wake him up so both of you won't be late to work/school

He wakes up easily and buries his face into your neck

"C'mon we need to get ready" "mmmhm"

BIANCA

You wake up early all the time

Leaving you with spare time to chat and lay on your bed for a few relaxing minutes

In that time she allows herself to be more human and be all cuddly and sweet

She doesn't want to get up but you both have to, so you (unwillingly) get up and start getting ready

"it's time bianca" "😒"

AJAX

You wake up confused

Ajax always ends up in a weird pose, leaving you to wonder if he's even alive and why is there a limb hugging your head

You have to fight for your life to go to the bathroom

After you finish you have two choices:

Get ready and not be late

Or go back and be trapped in his embrace leaving you unable to get ready and wake him up and than you're both late

"ajax let me goooooo WE'RE GOING TO BE LATE"

ROWAN

You both won't wake up until afternoon if Xavier doesn't shake you awake

You just like sleeping too much

So when you do wake up it's already late and you have to get ready in the speed of light

"why did you wake us up this early" (five minutes before classes)/"WHY DIDN'T YOU WAKE US UP WERE LATE" (two minutes before classes)

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!GIFS ARE NOT MINE!

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biggestsimponhere · 1 year

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I wasn’t gonna talk about it, hoping someone else would say it but I’ve seen it too many times now. PLEASE DO NOT tag ships that are NOT in the fanfic. If it’s a fic for Xavier I don’t want to see “Wednesday Addams x reader” or “Tyler Galpin x reader” in the tags. Please tag your fics with the correct ship if it’s Xavier x reader just tag it “Xavier Thorpe x reader” if there’s other characters that ARE NOT with the reader just tag their name without the X reader. I know you want to have more tags so more people see it but there are plenty of other tags such as the show name or “Wednesday Characters x reader”, anyways thank you for coming to my rant.

I’m sorry if this comes off bitchy I just would please like fics to be tagged correctly so I can read what I was actually looking for <3

THIS GOES FOR ALL FANDOMS BTW!!!!!

PLEASE TAG YOUR FICS CORRECTLY, I LOVE YOU ALL, THANK YOU FOR FEEDING US FANFICS 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

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jadeittic · 1 year

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can you do wednesday x fem reader hcs abt them dating!

(hc) DATING WEDNESDAY ADDAMS

— guys i am so fucking sorry for this i was in the car and i got so fucking dizzy😭😭😭

WARNINGS: swearing because i cant help it

no one will make me think otherwise

but i am SUREEEE so fucking sure that she leaves these novels, or her own works quotes on your bag, bed, or just anywhere where you see in general

whether it may be the most darkest quote you’ve ever read in your life, you love it either way

head pats if theres a height difference between you two

AND LAYING YOUR HEAD ON HERS😭😭😭😭😭

in the outside you’d think wednesday hates it but her dark heart just goes 🤯🤯🤯

she was never really a big fan of physical touch

until she met you😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏

she’d catch herself always holding hands with you, everywhere u go

or just sitting so close next to you youre both practically hugging

AND SHES SO CUTE WHEN SHE GETS YOU MAD

it was a pretty heated argument and it ended with you just storming off and out of her room

poor girl didnt know what to do☹️

she’d ask thing for help but he’d just sign to her that it’s her own problem to fix

which she eventually agreed to

soooooooo she went to enid for help to make up with you and she was more than okay with it

yk what she did?

SHE COMPOSED A SONG FOR YOU.

a FUCKING SONG

you almost cried cuz you never thought she’d do this to make up with u😭

and when she finished you jumped into her arms, repeatedly thanking and forgiving her even if it wasnt her fault

and the first time ever

❤️she hugged u back with the biggest smile on her face❤️

overall cutest couple ever

OTP OF NEVERMORE IM TELLING YOU

with enid and ajax as your number one fans<333

she loves u very very much she just wont tell u

and you, yourself says ditto

#wednesday #wednesday x reader #wednesday addams x reader #tyler galpin x reader #xavier thorpe x reader #enid sinclair x reader #bianca barclay x reader #ajax petropolus x reader #jadeittic

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your-favorite-god · 9 months

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hear me out

i actually give background to my incorrect quotes, and they aren't sporadic trash? Would that not be the most fun thing!

Fic prologue HERE

Like Wednesday insert, please welcome y/n! She's fae, found the Addams when Wednesday was playing in the forest (burying puglsey alive), and decided to stick with this entertaining mortal child thing! Total yandere enabler, her and Wednesday become attached at the hip (Wednesday will NOT leave poor y/n alone but y/n doesn't mind cuz Wednesday brings her shiny and/or dead things) flashforward to when Wednesday releases piranhas in the pool and y/n poisons the principal when they leave. Now they're in nevermore, where Wednesday will have to face endless competition for y/ns heart and time, as y/n has never believed in romantic relationships without chaos and violence.

"what is love if not the motivation for the world's most heinous acts."- y/n episode 1

Love interests:

Wednesday Addams, Tyler Galpin, Xavier Thorpe, Bianca Barclay, Rowen Laslow, Enid Sinclair.

Platonic love interests:

Larissa Weems, Marilyn Thornhill, Eugene the bee boi, Adams family.

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blakeswritingimagines · 1 year

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When you wipe away their kiss

Wednesday:

Doesn’t care but is curious as to what you were doing.

Tilts her head watching your reaction with each kiss until she took your hands in hers.

Kissing you one last time then stared dead into your eyes as if daring you to wipe it away again.

Enid:

Confused but kisses you again.

Watches you wipe it away again and pouts about it.

Asks why you would do that then tries kissing you again.

Walks away with a bigger pout until you tell her it was a joke which leads her to kiss all over your face.

Xavier:

Acts offended about it (Hand on his chest and everything).

Kisses you once more to see if you’d do it again and when you did he had to ask “Excuse you what are you doing?”.

Kisses you a few more times to which you wipe them off so he picks you up and throws you over his shoulder until you promise not to do it again.

Will not kiss you again until you kiss him.

Rowan:

Gets upset and tries not to show it when he noticed you wiped off his kiss.

Overthinks it to the point he drives himself crazy but still tries to give you little kisses which makes him pout to see you wipe off.

Feeling confused when you start laughing until he hears you say it’s a joke which just makes him blush brightly.

Tyler:

Gives you some space but looks like a kicked puppy that you wiped away his kisses.

Holds your face in his hands kissing everywhere he can until you wipe them all off then he playfully glares at you asking why you would do such a thing.

Rolling his eyes when he learns it’s a joke which he playfully moves his head away from you everytime you try to kiss him.

Ajax:

Confused but didn’t think too much about it and just kept giving you kisses.

Pouts as he pulls you closer trying to give you kisses while you keep wiping them off so he asks if he’s done something.

Forces you to give him kisses when he learns it’s a joke which he’ll wipe off in return.

Bianca:

Gets annoyed and will stop with kisses for a bit.

Tries giving you kisses a little later only to see you still wipe them off which makes her question you.

Questions why you would wipe her kisses away as a joke then sighed hearing it was to see her reaction to it.

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h4arts · 1 year

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What kind of dates do you think the characters of wednesday would take their partner?

dates with the wednesday characters

-wednesday: she would probably either take you to the library after hours or stay in her room. she would prefer a quiet spot so it's just the two of you. there probably wouldn't be a lot behind it, maybe just talking about your days or reading to each other. either way it was really just spending time with each other.

-enid: she'd want to go to town and shop. you'd probably go on a weekend earlier in the morning and go to all your favorite places and buy each other little inexpensive things that remind you of the other. if you bought clothes, there would definitely be a makeshift fashion show in your room.

-xavier: he would probably take you to his art shed and blast whatever kind of music you wanted. if you don't know how, he's teaching you to paint or draw. or if you did already know how, he'd make it a competition to see who could draw a certain thing better.

-tyler: movie dates for sure. he'd always be up to date on which movies are at the theater or if any new ones have been uploaded to any streaming services. he'd make a list of ones he thinks you would both like and let you pick. if you were watching at home, he'd have his bed set up with a mountain of pillows and blankets. if you were going to the theater, he would pick you up and buy you snacks or drinks if you wanted before hand.

-yoko: she would take you for a late night walk either through the forest or along the lake. conversation between you would vary but there would be lots of laughs and jokes. along the walk, you'd find a nice spot to stop and sit down and stargaze together.

-bianca: i feel like dates would be more like just hanging out. there wouldn't always be a plan so to say, just showing up at each other's rooms and talking for hours or doing each other's makeup. afterwards you'd both probably just fall asleep at whoever's room you were at.

-ajax: he would love making blanket forts and would even have a huge collection of blankets to make them with. he takes it very seriously too, like he makes a whole design plan to make sure it's the best fort either of you have ever seen. once it's made, he'd put a bunch of board/card games in there for you to play. he'd try to cheat, still loose, and then get mad about it.

-divina: i think she'd like to take you swimming around sunset because it makes the water look prettier. she'd do little tricks in the water for you if you didn't want to get in or if you did she's always hold onto you and stay relatively close to land. after, you'd take the long way back to your rooms to dry off and have a snack.

-kent: dates would be spontaneous, no previous planning. i imagine he'd just ask you in the middle of class or something like, "hey, do you wanna go to weathervane later?" and it would range from various activities. i also feel like rather than a date, he'd get you to ask a bunch of your friends to play a massive game of hide and seek or tag throughout the building and he'd always secretly team up with you.

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ivvees-blog · 1 year

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WEDNESDAY CHARACTERS IN A HARRY POTTER AU

Wednesday Addams; Slytherin

Enid Sinclair; Ravenclaw

Eugene Otinger; Hufflepuff

Xavier Thorpe; Ravenclaw

Ajax Petropolus; Slytherin

Bianca Barclay; Slytherin

Yoko Tanaka; Ravenclaw

Rowan Laslow; Gryffindor

Tyler Galpin; Slytherdor

Morticia Addams; Slytherin

Gomez Addams; Slytherdor

Pugsley Addams; Hufflepuff

Thing; Slytherin

Larissa Weems; Ravenclaw

Marylin Thornhill; Slytherin

If you're wondering why I wrote this down, its so that when I write any type of fanfiction in a harry potter alternate universe including any of the wednesday characters I don't have to sit around and think about what house they belong into.

So if you request anything like Xavier Thorpe x Reader in HP AU I will instantly write one where he is in Ravenclaw and depending on your request make it work with whatever house you are in.

Just so yk I don't write fan fiction for all of these characters but I still wrote them here to build it into the story.

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dragon-chica · 1 year

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Wednesday Holiday Preference

Fandom: Wednesday

To everyone who does or does not celebrate, may you have a gentle holiday. And happy Yule ;)

Wednesday Addams: She fondly regales childhood christmases of pouring water on relentless carolers and stoking the fireplace with Pugsley to surely burn 'Old Saint Nick.', Wednesday also enjoys Old World christmas tales, specifically Krampus but tells you about many of the 'lesser known' stories and beings. Her family keeps up with the Victorian tradition of ghost stories for the holiday too.

Enid Sinclair: Super excited! She loves how pretty everything looks and all the beautiful lights! The winter months and all the cute dates to go on, such aesthetic cozy hot chocolate cafe dates watching the snow fall, ice skating, walking by the frozen lake, decorating and festive candles! So many 'cute' "ugly sweaters". She loves all of it and her instagram shows. It's also the best weather for cuddling up with you to stay warm and watch the snow fall.

Ajax Petropolus: He got you a gift months in advance when he was out with you and found the perfect thing, brags to Xavier for weeks how good he is at gift giving. You're gonna love it. 3 days before it occurs to him that he had no gift for you. PANICS texting Xavier that he forgot and is fully bundled about to trek to Jericho on foot in the snow before Xav (a real bro) walks into his closet and brings out the gift,

Xavier Thorpe: Holiday break has always been extra depressing for Xavier, a big empty house and not even an apology in the text that his father wont make it. The thought of being able to spend a time that everyone says is so filled with warmth and joy with you, has him giddier than he knows what to do with.

He really likes going for walks and is captivating staring at you in light snow. Pull him into the snow and get him to make snow angels, he hasn't done that since he was small and is in a fit of joy. Stick a snowball down his jacket After you've both been chilled to the bone go inside to watch some christmas movies, any you want (like Krampus or Elf) and snuggle under a blanket with some hot chocolate. You like baking sugar cookies and having him The Artist decorate them all.

Kent the Siren: Snowball fights! As soon as the first snow starts to cover the ground, Kent has dug out his winter gear and shows up at your dorm with and extra scarf and hat ready to drag you outside. He will not hold back either, but if you act hurt or sad he will come to apologize for the snowball and you ambush him. Never sees it coming. Also snowmen!

Bianca Barclay: She is one of those people that goes berserk buying presents, will have a list of what to get everyone in advance, "You don't even really like Wednesday though?" Bianca, checking her list: "So?" She will weather the worst holiday shopping rush and come out on top (will Siren Song someone into dropping the item she wants or throw hands if needed), somehow she never loses you in the stores even when you're lost, and you go out to a warm cafe afterwards like she didn't have a military scale gift operation before.

Tyler Galpin: Between his job and his dad's tight leash, he doesn't have much free time for cute winter dates, but after work he likes to look at the decorations and shop displays while he walks you home. (If something catches your eye he comes back to buy it as soon as he can.) Weathervane doesn't have a lot of Holiday Specials but he gives you 'complimentary' ones to try and experiments trying to make you little festive drinks when it's slow.

#Wednesday x reader #Wednesday imagine #Bianca Barclay x reader #Bianca Barclay imagine #Kent the Siren x reader #Kent the Siren imagine #Xavier Thorpe x reader #Xavier Thorpe imagine #Enid Sinclair x reader #Enid Sinclair imagine #Ajax Petropolus x reader #Ajax Petropolus imagine #Wednesday Addams x reader #Wednesday Addams imagine #my stuff #Tyler Galpin x reader #Tyler Galpin imagine

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king-of-the-underworld-hades · 4 months

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..hey.. I honestly like your stories, it's just kinda hard to relate as a non-binary person, so I thought I'd try and make a request and see if you'd take it.

So if you are uncomfortable please ignore any of the NSFW parts, which will be red.

Can you do Wednesday, Bianca, Yoko and Enid's reaction to gn reader making new years resolutions(you can decide if the resolutions are realistic)

And if your comfortable could a few of them be something like having more sex, or making one of them cum me more than three times in a row, or trying out a new kink(but ofc nothing gross) and their reactions to such a resolution?

Bold Plans. (GN) !NSFW!

White = You

Pink = Enid

Purple = Wednesday

Red = Yoko

Blue = Bianca

Wednesday

^ pic artist

(Make her numb in the legs)

She wouldn’t acknowledge it in public but when you two are alone in your dorm she would pin you down on the bed. And ask if you truly believe you can keep that resolution.

“Yeah I think I can~” you say confidently earning a hum from Wednesday as she leans down kissing your neck. “Let’s see it then.” She kept kissing your neck before sitting up and throwing off her shirt and bra. Your hand slid down and began to fondle her ass. “Let’s begin.” She said as you slip your through her pants and panties as you continued to play with her ass. She sighs and unbuttons her pants. “I swear. Impatient as always.” She said as you take her nipple inbetween your teeth, you smirk and flip the two of you so she was under you as you leaned down and started to leave hickeys on her neck. Wednesday groans and arches her back slightly as she instinctively wraps her arms around your head. You smirk and kiss down her body leaving a trail of hickeys until you reach her folds. As you began to at her out she would wrap her legs around your head and moan your name as if she couldn’t say any other word.

Enid

Pic link

(Making her pass out while having sex.)

When you said this Enid blushed deeply as her wolf ears and tail tale revealed themselves. She grabbed your hand and took you into an empty bedroom. She laid on the bed and pulled you down so you were looming over her. “Y-you better keep your resolution this year…,” she says her blush growing as you leaned closer kissing her deeply. “I will~,” you said as you slipped your hand under her shirt as you groped her boobs. “Baby~ stop being a tease…,” she whined as her thighs rubbed together. You chuckle and take off your upper body clothes and start to kiss her as one hand fondles her beast and the other slips under her skirt, push’s her panties to the side and start to pinch and play with her clit. She moaned loudly into the kiss her eyes shut tight as pleasure filled her body. You smirk and bite her lower lips softly and you looked into her eyes. “Just enjoy the ride Puppy~.”

Yoko

(Trying bondage with/on her.)

She would smirk and lightly bite your neck. “Mmm~ promise~?” She says in a sing-song voice. You chuckle and kiss her. On your guys way home she would buy some rope and handcuffs as well as a collar and leash. When you guys get home she would strip her upper body and lay on the bed with the collar on and her hands behind her back. Waiting for you. “C’mon you can’t break this resolution as well,” she smirked. You chuckled and handcuff her as you kiss her neck and slide her pants and panties off. “I won’t~.” Yoko groans as she felt your hands on her skin. You kiss down her back as she shivers . “Fuck….” She moans as you reach her ass. You kiss her ass a few times before slipping your tongue into her folds.

Bianca

(Make her cum five times without cumming yourself)

When she hears this she would blush slightly before nudging you softly and leaning into your ear, “You’re lucky we’re in public,” she said as she wraps her arms around your neck. You smile and lead her to her dorm. When you two arrive you kick the door shut after you step inside. You would start to hurriedly make out with her as you two walked to the bed, stripping as you two went. When you reached the bed you would kiss her neck as she moaned and grabbed your head, “Hurry the fuck up…” you chuckle and start to finger her as her eyes widen and moans escape her throat. Her nails dug into your back as she moaned her name in your ear, You smirk and lean down and take her nipple into your mouth lightly sucking it while looking into her eyes. The pleasure would be to much as she cums. You release her nipple as she pants for breath. “One down… four more to go.”

#wednesday x reader #reader insert #wedensday x you #male reader #wednesday netflix #bianca barclay #enid sinclair #yoko tanaka #enid x reader #gn reader #new year #bianca barclay x reader #Yoko x reader

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r0b1ns · 1 year

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WEDNESDAY - FAVORITE PLACE TO HANG OUT

X GN READER

Characters: Wednesday, Enid, Xavier, bianca, ajax, Tyler, Rowan

CW: none

WORD COUNT: 470+

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WEDNESDAY

A secret place in the woods you found accidentally.

You were exploring with her for one of her investigations and stumbled upon a wooden house, or what was left of it. No one ever came there, it was quiet and isolated, and the perfect amount of creepy, it became your favorite place ever since.

ENID

Mostly in her dorm, when Wednesday is not there and you two can be alone. It smells really good there, and the bed is very comfy. When Wednesday's writing or doing something else and refuses to go, you go to the cafe, drinking coffee or hot cocoa. You sit in front of each other and by the end of your date end up sitting next to each other, Enid clinging to your arm.

XAVIER

You like watching him draw, but it makes him anxious and insecure, so you mostly spend time in some park, sitting on the grass. Sometimes he sketches something small in his journal, sometimes you. You just talk for however long you can stay, enjoying the sun and the calm wind. If you draw too you make a competition out of it.

BIANCA

A hidden place at the beach where nobody can find you. You don't get to go there a lot, as it's out of town, but it's still your favorite place. You both like the ocean, the mini waves and the sandy feeling on your feet. She likes to show off her skimming abilities, and her beautiful scales. After a few hours in the water you just lay on the sand and enjoy the sun. If you're white she makes fun of how much sunscreen you use, you can't change my mind.

TYLER

Mostly in the cafe he works at. He doesn't get a lot of time off so mostly you go visit him there, and talk between his shifts. When you have time you like going on walks, at night or in the middle of the day when you don't have classes or work. You catch up about your lives and rant about your parents.

AJAX

In the arcade. He's a pro gamer, and has so many tickets and coins. You have a collection of little things he won for you. He gets a little competitive but apologies and calms down. You like watching him play and have so much fun. If you're new to this he insists on teaching you and enjoys every moment of it.

ROWAN

In your dorm.

Most of the time your roommate is out, and you have the whole room to yourself. He goes there every possible moment. To hang out, to nap, to study. Everything. Even if you're not there he still gets in. It's his comfort place and you can't force him out. You love just laying on the bed cuddling and watching some show or shitty movie and laugh about it.

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! GIFS ARE NOT MINE!

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